Hi guys, sorry for the delay but I had to think a lot about this chapter so... it took time.

Monoka lover, Juh2002, Sara Snow, IHaveNoName and IDC, Fluffyfox05: Now, now, no need to kill her off yet. I mean, she could abuse our Karma a little longer, right? (Don't lie, you like it XD)

Kasumi72: I live in Europe (time zone is +1) I am an internet addict too but aware of the fact that I cannot function right if I don't get at least 7 hours of sleep. I'm relieved that the backstory fit, writing it is indeed pretty hard. Oh and good luck with your computer!

VioletteWhest: It's okay! I don't want you guys to feel obligated to review - it depends only on you! You don't have to be guilty about not writing anything. I'm just saying that it makes me happy too, that's all :) And I hope you will be okay, don't stress about things too much as it leads nowhere. I know it sucks.

NerdAssassin, Saikou, Guest, Plutsu: No need for anxieties now, guys. The next chapter is here!

SOO! Go on and read to your heart's content!

The day her psychotic character started showing off is still clearly engraved into my mind. At the time, I had only two months left until the end of my last year in elementary school, preparing myself for Kunugigaoka Junior High.

"Hey brat, clean my boots. I just stepped on something gross." The 27-year-old woman, my nightmare, whined while taking off her shoes. It was morning and I was just getting ready for the class.

"DIYB" I said without sparing her a look as I took out mine.

"What?"

"Do it yourself, bitch."

And with that, I went up out of the doors to get some peace from that eyesore, ignoring the cuss words adressed to me. The two of us always called each other unpretty nicknames. I never bothered to even remember her name, it sounded disgusting and unworthy of remembering.

The day at school wasn't interesting at all so I had only vague idea of what happened. My only friends - Komuto-kun and Hirame-kun asked me to study with them in a library. I refused, thinking that I didn't need to study anything because I knew it all already.

On my way home, I stopped by some bookshops to see if there was any interesting manga or american comics. Unfortunately nothing caught my attention. Also, I had to buy some food so that I wouldn't be starving - that (excuse me) shitty stepfucker always told me that I wasn't worth the food. Good thing I had my lots of money from mom and some from the time dad sent them to us.

The horror came when I arrived home.

"Oh, Karma-kun? Come in, come in, your friends are here for a snack!" The woman said with such a bright and fake smile that I felt like puking. What however horrified me more was the fact that Hirame and Komuto-kun were sitting on sofa, looking all hyped and unsuspecting of the demon hovering over them. This wasn't going to be good. Actually it felt very dangerous.

Gritting my teeth, I ignored her out-of-character welcome and turned to my friends: "What are you guys doing here?"

"Your mom invited us. She said that you would be glad." Komuto-kun told me as he took a cookie from a tray on the table.

So that bitch could make cookies huh? Though I wouldn't dare even touch them as there was a possibility of them being soaked in cyanide. I fought the urge to yank that food from his hands and make him throw up all of what he has eaten that was made by her hands.

"I'm sorry guys but I'm busy so go home." I tried to get them away from this hell of a house.

However that woman just wouldn't let them be: "Don't worry about school, it's Friday isn't it?"

"Sure but I have football club activities right now so I'm not returning until 7." I lied. I didn't play football and had no club activities whatsoever. She didn't know that though as the only thing she cared about was herself and her stupid clothes.

"Oh that? Your friend called, saying that it was canceled today. Seems like the gym is being repaired or so."

Well, i just digged my own grave. Both of us said lies and if I revealed hers, mine would blow too.

I went into a kitchen, dragging that shitty woman with me. I wanted to rub off her smug face with a hedgehog.

"What's the meaning of this?" I hissed silently so that the two in the living room wouldn't hear us.

"I just want you to meet your friends once in a while and have fun." She grinned with such cold eyes I shivered.

Suddenly, a thud came from the living room, as if something fell down. Terrified, I ran there to find both of the boys lying on the ground, collapsed.

"What did you do to them?!" I yelled at the cow who was calmly walking towards us. Did she really soak the cookies into something?!

"Just put them to sleep. You will be the one doing the dirty job though,"

"The hell?!"

She kneeled down next to me and took my chin into her fingers, scraping me with those long and ugly nails of hers: "When they wake up, I need you to beat the shit out of them."

Frowning, I broke away from her grip: "What about I beat some shit out of you?"

"You think you would be able to? Seems like you still don't understand who I am."

"A shitfaced whore, what else?"

And she kicked me into my stomach. It hurt as hell and my vision went black for a while. While I was being vulnerable, her hand got into my hair and she pulled them up so that I would be facing her.

"I am the daughter of the most influental politician in this whole world, you little shit. I can do whatever I want and still get away with it. I can kill both your friends and you and still get away with it. Connections, kid, connections. Politicians can make a murder seem like an accident." she spat at my face and slammed my face to the ground.

It hurt a lot. With how much force she put into that action, I could assume I had a good concussion. And I was starting to feel sick too.

"If you are so powerful, why did you marry my dad?" I slowly sat up, careful not to hurt my head any more. And ew, her mouth smelled real bad. Maybe that was the reason I felt like vomiting? "I thought you wanted to use his money but you don't appear to be having any troubles with that,"

"Your dad? He's fun and honest. He lets me do whatever I want, unlike my father who wants me to be this or that. And I like him too, like a dog I guess." She ran her hand up her hair in satisfaction. Damn, I needed to cut her limbs off.

"What do you want?" I asked the same provocative way as before, trying to appear unimpressed and not afraid. She could be lying, just like always. But I have developed some sense of "truth and lie" and right now I had a strong feeling she wasn't bluffing.

"Beat them into a gulp. If you don't then I'm going to take care of them myself. And then silence you, of course."

"You're kidding."

"Am I?" She had a knife in her hands. Now that I noticed, she had one of her hands behind her back all the time. Even though I hated to admit it, I was scared. Twelve years old and all, seeing a psycho with a knife in her hands and not being afraid of using it sure did the magic to intimidate me.

I sat there frozen as she walked nearer and nearer but instead of me, she had her eyes on Hirame-kun. My hands were shaking, it might have been the hit from before but I was pretty sure that it was caused by panic. I couldn't even move. I couldn't even say anything.

It wasn't until she cut a clear, unhesitant line across his arm. As the blood oozed from his limb, my senses sharpened and I finally found myself capable of controlling myself again: "STOP!"

I couldn't believe she did something like that. If I told this to the police, if I told this to anyone at all, she would get arrested. She would get years in the prison, rotting there like a scumbag.

"I have connections, brat. I can do whatever I want." Her eyes weren't lying. How? How could someone have so much power? How could someone do anything they wanted without getting punished, taking the responsibility?! Wasn't that what I was tought all my life? You bear responsibility for your actions. Any sin will be punished.

Lies. Lies. LIES!

Here she was, hurting, abusing, blackmailing. Where was the responsibility she had to bear? Where was the retribution she was supposed to face?! Where was any justice in this whole world?! Was there any to begin with?!

"Will you do as I say?" She played with the kitchen knife as she made her way to Komuto-kun.

I was only twelve after all. Weak, naive and some love left. So I was scared. I was so scared of the woman before me, of her thoughts and stares, of her words. After having my parents taken away I was scared that my friends would disappear too. My only life that was worth living - the school life - it would cease to exist.

So what was I supposed to do?

Fight her? Me - hurt, agains her - strong and armed? A kid against a demon?

What was I supposed to do?!

Cry and beg for her to stop? No. That was disgusting. That was so out of my character. That wasn't me. No way. My pride, my arrogance, my hatred towards her just wouldn't let me.

And yet that's what I did.

Because if I lost even my friends, what meaning would it have to live?

Ah I don't know how to feel about this one. I couldn't think of anything else. It's probably stupid. AAAH I'M SO STUPID. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

Help me.