[Placeholder for other version of chapter 25...which would make this 26...or 25 ½ ...whatever…yeah this chapter's just as important…]

If you want the OTHER chapter 25, which was supposed to come before this, however I had someone who wanted me to keep it T, so, PM me and I can give you the part that came before this…however it isn't necessary, and its probably obvious what happens since I can't put it here. But I'm gonna warn you for the part that came before this which I have excluded from the story…its rated M, so read at your own risk…I take no responsibility for your reaction to it, as you wanted to read it in the first place…but seriously, its not all that bad. Its pretty tame. So PM me if you want that part.

However the story itself remains T. Even though I've probably been on the very border of that from the start.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. I'd been trying my hardest to avoid psycho chick Anya. And I'd been succeeding at it so far, too. However…Yuuki was suspicious…that was for sure. I ignored her best I could, and simply shrugged it off. Let Yuuki think what she wanted. Just…as long as she kept her mouth shut about it. Though I highly doubted that she actually knew, knew. But maybe she could just tell. Because I never smiled…ever.

I sat on my bed, flicking through old journal entries of mine…one specific one caught my eye. I'd been eight years old. When my sister died.

My sister died today…from a vampire. Or, that's what my parents tell me. I'm surprised. She was a really good hunter…

Is it wrong to be happy?

Maybe mom and dad will pay more attention to me now…

Now it won't always be about big sister…right?

I sighed at younger, naïve me. I flipped through all of the boring entries which were boring everyday life. Ever since I'd been attacked at seven, my parents had never cared much for me. I'd been the weaker link, never being quite up to my full potential. My elder sister, however…was, well…they switched their efforts to her, despite the fact that she'd already been in her twenties. Another entry…age 13...

I hate my parents.

My parents hate me.

I inherited some freak trait.

They've been miserable for the past five years.

Am I not as important as her?!

Why can't I be…more…I don't know…noticeable?!

I'm important too.

Why don't you see me then?!

Ah, teenage angst…I'd been pretty bad at that age. Hey. Someday you try balancing hormones, 'chest features,' menstrual cycles…and did I mention the freaking WINGS? Well, every girl has to go through the first three things…but…wings just totally throw you off guard. As if being a teenager wasn't bad enough…I sighed and closed the little diary.

I began to wonder why elder siblings were always more cherished when your parents find fault in you. When you become useless and vulnerable as a hunter, your family job, your parents pretty much lose a lot of faith in you. They revert to…well, your older sibling. The perfect one.

The one who can never do anything wrong.

It's always about you.

It has always been about you.

It will always be about you.

And I hate that about you.

My own sister.

Perfect in even her death.

Me.

Just never good enough for her parents.

Useless…so useless…

Struggling to find my place.

After all…what else is there to do?

"Why is it always about the oldest?" I whispered to myself, throwing my journal against a wall.

"Oh Aikido…you don't know the half of it." Someone whispered back.

But I looked up…and no one was there.

Heehee so I felt really bad about not updating...so...yeah
Here's what I managed to do after school after making up countless quizzes.
...Well...gotta study for yet another one tomorrow. But this is the last one!! Then I'm all caught up and can write again. :)