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As I walked down the hall to my dressing room, I tried to ignore the fact that I just took away even more kids dreams. I tried to instead focus on the annoying sound my awful heels were making on the floor.

Click, clack. Click, clack.

But I fail at everything, so of course the hollow eyes had to come back to haunt me. I gritted my teeth as I remember the face of a girl from an earlier concert. She looked no older than 6, and had the same curls I did. She even had golden eyes, the same as Amu.

I wonder if she has a sister who misses her onee-chan.

"Argh!" I scream, unable to hold it in anymore. Tears gush out of my eyes as I collapse on the floor. "It's not fair! It's not fair!" I moan between sobs. My whole body is shaking and I wonder how long I've been there when someone clears their throat. I freeze before wiping my eyes on the back of my hand. I'm sure my face is red because I can feel the heat in my cheeks. I'm scared to meet their eyes, but I force myself to look at their face and see Hikaru. Oh God. Now I'm going to get fired for sure, but then I see he's holding out a tissue. I gladly take it and wipe my eyes as he pulls me into an awkward hug. Then we just stand there, me wiping my eyes and him patting my back soothingly until I whisper, "I'm sorry."

We pull away and I swear I see a faint blush across his cheeks. Don't worry about it, Ami. You're our star after all. The Black Rose of Easter."

I feel a pain in my chest as he says this name. The Black Rose of Easter. It's not the first time I've heard it but it's the first time anybody's directly said it to me. Usually fans say it to each other. You hear it in ads a lot. Basically what it means is another way to make our company rich. Hikaru's not a bad person, but I don't particularly like him. He's too focused on the company. Not that I can complain, seeing as I'm using the same company in hopes of resurrecting my sister. Hypocrite.

I give him my trademark smirk (A/N: Nooo it's Ikuto's! You can't have it!) through the tears. My smirks are almost always fake, but nobody notices.

"And by the way," he continues, "I think they've perfected the Undead method. So maybe soon there'll be a bunch of Undeads like yours floating around."

This stops my blood cold in my veins. No, I want to scream. They can't do that! X-eggs are bad enough. We can't…we can't just kill innocent children! Oh God. This is my fault. If I had never joined Easter…

Hikaru's voice snaps me back to reality. "Of course we'll need to test it. Not that this involves you. You can just relax." He doesn't ask for a response as he hurries down the hall.

My mouth is still trying to form the words that will not come when I close the door to my dressing room. I break down again, moaning the word monsters as I shake on the ground. Just when I think he's not that bad, he has to prove me wrong. I just lie there until I can form no more tears and my throat hurts like hell on fire.

I quickly change to regular clothes- a t-shirt and jeans- and scrub the make-up off my face. When I look in the mirror my eyes are puffy and I don't recognize myself. But there's one thought that holds me in reality. Maybe this will help me see my sister again.

But knowing my luck…

I pushed open the door to my apartment and was greeted by the smell of home. I walk straight through my kitchen, not even stopping for a snack, before closing the door to my huge bedroom. I don't even bother changing out of my post-concert clothes as I settle into the white sheets. It never takes long to drift into dream land.

Waking up the next morning is a different story. I groan as I bury my face in my pillow. My stomach is growling, and I know it's because I didn't eat last night. But my muscles ache from who-knows-what. I lie on my bed, my face buried in the pillow, until I can't stand the hunger anymore. I practically roll out of bed and make my way to the kitchen.

Easter's offered me servants before, but I always refuse. I love cooking and cleaning, so I have no need for them. Still, sometimes I wish I had a cook. Now was one of those times.

My muscles ache as I pour corn flakes into a bowl. The milk is too heavy for me right now, so I guess I'll have to eat my cereal dry. It tastes awful, but it quiets my stomach as I retire to bed.

I should have at least an hour before anybody needs me. Ah, if only I were so lucky. Because the next thing I know, my phone's ringing.

Groaning, I press send and mutter, "Hello?"

The voice on the other end is frantic. "Ami, I need your help."

My reply is "Huh?"

"Hikaru is planning on creating Undead Charas from your concert. The one tomorrow. You need to help me!"

That's when I recognize the voice. It belongs to none other than my stylist, Rikka Higari.

I wish I could make it longer but I'm waay too tired. This is my first update in MONTHS! I would like to thank both reviewers, and .Kiseki.4eva! You're the best!

I'll update after I get 2 or 3 reviews, m'kay? So PLEASE REVIEW!

PS. I'm not really happy with this chapter, so if you have any constructive criticism, PLEASE let me know.