Kuon's POV

Kyoko tried not to smile too wickedly at Aoi's request. "By all means, Aoi. I did say if they raised hell you could retaliate. But I would advise you to do it discreetly," she added, smiling coldly.

"Lucky," Yuki muttered quietly.

Aoi touch his shoulder gently. "Don't worry, I'll try to incorporate you into my idea," she said, reassuringly.

Kyoko smiled at the sight, and I knew exactly why. Two head are always better than one, especial when they're planning something mischievous.

"Kyoko, are you considering what might happen to Ryuuya-san's estate?" I asked quietly.

"I have, Kuon, and don't worry. Aoi's a good girl; she won't break anything too expensive."

Aoi nodded, but I wasn't reassured.

The table's occupants were looking at us suspiciously. They guessed we were planning something we didn't want them to hear. I used to think language barriers were a pain; I started to see the good side of language barriers after that.

"Fine, but you're going to explain whatever happens to Ryuuya-san," I said, not even bothering to object. Even if I did, there was nothing I could do to stop them. Well, almost nothing.

"Don't worry, Tou-san," Yuki said, holding up a tape recorder. "He won't blame us for long."

They may not have been able to understand us, but they understood perfectly what the tape recorder meant. They tried to raise hell behind Ryuuya-san's back, and now, we were going to raise hell right in front of him.

"You insolent child, hand over that tape recorder this instant!" Alisa snarled, holding out her hand.

Yuki stared at her with wide, innocent eyes, dropping said tape recorder. One of Aoi's demons caught it before it hit the ground. It probably seemed like magic, when the dropped tape recorder suddenly "appeared" in Aoi's hand.

"My, my, someone's bossy. I thought a lady as refined as Alisa 'Black Widow' Carter would know how to make a polite request," she said, smiling charmingly.

"You look like an angel, walk like an angel, talk like an angel, but I got wise, you're the devil in disguise," to quote Elvis' song "Devil in Disguise".

Damn, I thought, sighing, Dad's music has started to grow on me.

Kyoko grinned knowingly. "Quoting Elvis mentally, dear?"

I looked at her blankly. "How did you know?" I asked. I knew she had demons, but mind reading? If that was so, I was looking at spending the rest of my days sleeping on a couch.

She giggled. "Sho said I sounded like the girl in 'Devil in Disguise' by Elvis Presley," she explained.

I laughed. "I think I know why."

"Oi, Kaa-san, I need a little back up!" Aoi said, scooting her chair back. Her cousins, all of them, did the same. They were planning on tackling Aoi to get the recorder. It was an all or nothing plan. Kyoko pushed back her chair, clutching her purse tightly.

"On the count of three, Aoi," Kyoko hissed. "Kuon, count us down."

I nodded. "Ichi, ni, san!" as I said the last number Kyoko and Aoi bolted out of the dining room at inhuman speeds.

"Shit," one of David's son, Mark (I think), said chasing after them.

It was going to be an interesting game of cat and mouse, but there was something Kyoko's step-brothers, and their families didn't know; Kyoko and Aoi were not the mice.

Before leaving Yume's house, I caught a glimpse inside Kyoko's purse. She had a pair of scissors, two tubes of black hair dye, a dress that was matched Aoi's, and white flats identical to Aoi's. They were planning a little magic show from the beginning. My question was quite simple. Who all was in on it?

Kyoko's POV

Aoi and I had made a mad dash for the restrooms are scouts had located during the first part of dinner. Before running, I had handed Aoi one of the tubes of black hair dye. There was no way they would be able tell us apart. Hopefully, Yuki and Kuon could figure out who was who. I slipped into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I stripped off my halter dress and pulled on the baby pink strapless dress I pulled out of my purse. I kicked off my heels and slipped on the flats. I grabbed the scissors and started giving myself a bob that was, hopefully, identical to Aoi's. I quickly swept up the hair, deposited it in the trash in, and went on to dying my hair. After finishing with my hair, I sent my purse out to the car via demon transport. Going through walls without anyone seeing was always the best way to transport goods. I was about to open the door when someone started pounding on it.

"I know you're in there, so come out," Jamie hissed. I smiled. Easy opponents were always fun. I yanked open the door, surprising her in doing so, and dove between her legs. I rolled through her legs and set off towards the courtyard.

"Come back here, you whore!" she yelled, chasing after me at a much slower pace.

I smirked, slowing down so Jamie could catch up with me. She was so slow; I actually stop running, and was waited on bench for a few minutes before she caught up.

"Are you out of shape or something, bitch? I've been waiting for you for, like, 10 minutes," I said, standing up. Jamie was furious.

"How dare you! I am from a respectable family! You, on the other hand, are just the daughter of some sniveling-unmarried-retired actress. Did she even get any major roles?" she asked, snidely.

I smiled. "I think you have me confused with someone else," I said grabbing her hand, and inspecting it.

"Huh?" Jamie asked, confused.

I sighed, disappointed. In one fluid motion had swiped Jamie's feet out from under her, and, by the time she realized what was happening, I was already bounding away. Snobs usual don't take surprises and loses well, so there's a lapse in brain function for a few milliseconds. I turned a corner to run into Kevin.

"Shit," I said, stumbling backwards. I turned to run, but he caught my arm.

"Not so fast," Kevin said, smirking broadly. "To think I caught the little doe so early. Did you think I wouldn't recognize you with black hair?" he asked, pulling me into his chest.

I smirked, but looked up at him wide-eyed, trying to seem scared. "N-n-n-no, b-b-b-but M-m-mom s-s-suggested it, s-so I went along with it," I said, my voice trembling. If I didn't have my kind of acting skills, I wasn't sure I could have pull it off.

He grinned wolfishly. "I'll forgive, on two conditions. You hand over the tape recorder to me and I get a kiss," Kevin added leaning in.

Great, yet another pervert. Wasn't two and a half enough already?

I tried feebly to push him away. "No, I can't. I-I have a boyfriend." I decided to drop the act. "And I don't have the tape recorder," I said, pushing again. Kevin stumbled back a few feet at the unexpected show of strength. "If you want the tape recorder, Kevin. You should try to find Aoi," I said, kicking him down. "'Cuz I don't have it, you perv." I stomped on his chest, and he groaned, obviously, in pain.

I smiled maliciously, and stalked off to find another little mousy. The weak ones were always fun to bully. I paused, thinking about how I was acting. Mio had definitely left her mark on me, but it was advantageous at times. And fun as hell sometimes.

I made it to the bottom of the staircase before I heard Aoi scream.

Aoi's POV

It was a last resort, but how else was I supposed to get away from the little perv? I tried, yet again, to pry the little five year old boy off my chest. He was Kevin's youngest son, John, and he was more interested in my chest than the tape recorder.

"Say, are you a B-cup or a C-cup, pretty lady?" he asked, smilingly wolfishly. It was disturbing to see such an expression on such a young child's face. Must have something to do with his father and grandmother.

I stared at the little booger. "Did you really just use that pick up line on me?" I asked him, seriously pissed off.

"Of course," John purred, rubbing his head into my breast. I was millimeters away from throttling the little bastard.

I was surprised when someone ripped the fun-size lecher off me. I smiled, seeing Kaa-san holding him out at arm's-length.

"He's a carbon copy of his father," she said disdainfully, tossing the little lustful brat on the staircase. "Are you okay?" she asked me, gripping my shoulders tightly.

I chuckled softly. "I'm fine, Kaa-san. I was just frustrated, since the little perv wouldn't let go."

She smiled. "Good. It's just when I heard you scream I expected the worse—and we'd better get a move on it," Kaa-san added hurriedly, glancing below.

My cousins were lined up—like a battalion—at the bottom of the stairs, smiling broadly. They thought they'd cornered mice, when they cornered two vicious little kitties. We smiled down at them invitingly. Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly. Or in this case, the cat to the mouse.

"Shall we play some more?" I asked them, leaning against the railing.

Kaa-san copied me, leaning against the railing on my right side, farther from the stairs then my left.

"Yes, we should," she purred in agreement.

"Who's first?" we asked with matching predatory grins.

God had to throw a wrench into our plans. In the form of a revolver, no less. I had known the bitch was packing, but I didn't think she would actually pull it on us. At least the two meat heads were somewhere else.

"I think we've had enough games for today, Aoi," Alisa said, coolly, the gun trained on my chest.

I just grinned down at her and showed her my empty palms. "Sorry, Grandma, but I don't have it," I said smiling apologetically.

She growled. "Where is it?"

Kaa-san grinned. "It's stashed in darkness. Hope you can figure that little hint out," Kaa-san pushed off the railing and started down the hall. A shot rang out and Kaa-san stopped dead in her tracks. A bullethole was in the wall, missing her by only centimeters. I gulped.

"So you want to play with a gun, huh?" she asked, smiling. She reached into her bra and pulled out five bullets. "I wasn't stupid enough to leave you with six shots, darling step-mother."You could hear the sarcasm dripping off the statement.

Alisa growled and chucked the gun at me. I didn't even flinch as it missed my ear by a millimeter. Living with that woman for a number of years has some advantages.

I smiled wickedly. "Was that supposed to scare me?" I asked, picking up the revolver. Kaa-san handed me the bullets and I loaded the gun, adding a bullet of my own. "I may not have a lot of experience with a gun, but I know enough," I said, training the revolver on Alisa.

"Kyoko. Aoi, I believe this game of cat and mouse is over," David said, walking into view, a gun trained on Yuki and Tou-san's heads.

I heard someone snarled, and realized it was me. I couldn't say I was too surprised. Even though they were meat heads, they were family.

"Give us the tape recorder, and we'll give you safety," David said, smoothly. I clenched my jaw. It didn't take a genius to see he was lying through his teeth. I opened the revolver and spun the cylinder 'til it land on my bullet. I shut the cylinder and trained the barrel on David.

"Take the guns away from their heads, and hand them the guns, David. Or I will shoot you," I said, with a lethal edge. And I wasn't kidding. If that bastard was going to threaten my family, I was going to take a chuck out of. Physcially and psycholgically.