Author's Note (A/N): Japanese: "hi PEOPLES!"

English: "hi PEOPLES!"

Thoughts: 'hi PEOPLE'

(In later chapters, Japanese will be the main language, and since I read a lot of Fan Fics my character who has, in theory, read them too, some ideas will be inspired by them. And this whole thing is fiction, no part is real)

Chapter 1: Magic Scroll that is in Japanese

My Uncle Steve told me that Grandma and Grandpa wanted me to read their will.

"But I barely have that ability! I JUST got out of law school. That's TO weird, it's like they knew that I would graduate before they died! I mean, the will was written 3 years ago!" I exclaimed.

All he did was shrug and walk away, leaving me alone with the will, meant to be read as soon as the funeral ended.

With the service was done, my responsibility was the only thing left to do.

"This is the final will of I, Sharon Francis Ryuu, and Richard Mike Ryuu. We have decided to leave our entire fortune, estate, and all of our possessions to be distributed by our four grandchildren, Arrow Kasai Ryuu, Crescent Aura Ryuu, Spike Sky Ryuu, Drake Ash Ryuu, and Arrow's friend Lunara Ecpipse Kaminari. But our only demand is that the five people previously mentioned MUST all live in our mansion TOGETHER. Arrow will also be responsible for all of our other documents." I read. Then I just stood there in shock, looking at the crowd. Of all the other faces in the crowd I only saw four other faces, staring back at me, all also in shock, from the crowd. One was Lunara's. The others were three were people I utterly despised. My sister, brother, and cousin.

§§§§§§§§§§§§§§ After Moving In: 5 Days Later §§§§§§§§§§§§§§

"Hey guys, look at what I found! It sounds like a magic chant! And grandma and grandpa said they didn't believe in magic!" I exclaimed as I burst into the overly big, purely marble dining room. My sister, brother, and cousin groaned. I frowned. 'Must not have had coffee yet.' I just shrugged it off.

Magic was always something I wished was real, since my childhood was crappy. When I was six, my bitchy mom divorced my dad, and then literally fell off the face of the earth (literally no one heard from her again, she wasn't even in the phonebooks). Then, one year later, my dad died from loneliness. My grandparents took in my sister, Crescent, my brother, Spike, and me. Reading helped me forget the pain, books like Eragon, the Warriors series, and the TV show Inuyasha, which I accidently discovered on the Internet when I was five. I even developed a hope, that maybe, just maybe, they were real.

"Well read it!" Lunara said. She shared my hope and also the same interests.

"It's only in Japanese, so we can all read it together." More groaning inserted here. I frowned again. When we moved in with our grandparents, we had to learn Japanese, since their company ,Ryuu Inc., had a lot of dealings Japanese company, if we had to meet one of their partners, we could surprise them with our knowledge of their native language, but we never met any. (Lunara was forced to learn by me.)

"Come on, I know we had an argument before I left, but, if something bad or GOOD (insert overly sweet smile here) happens, we'll still be together." I then gave them my perfected kittykat eyes.

As I waited for replies, I studied them closely, their appearances drastically changed for only two years. Instead of the blond hair, Cresent stopped dying it, so it went back to its natural golden brown, falling down to her waist, like mine. Her face was smooth now, not quite as pale as me though, and with a slight blush that occupied every Ryuu's face, her green eyes still shining with a mischievous glint. Her once gangly limbs filled out, and she seemed more graceful now, and about 5'11. Today she was wearing gray jeans, a white tank top, and a navy blue button-up shirt that poofs at the shoulders. She was 21.

Spike, my brother, had the top of his black hair was spiked (ironic, right) and the rest fell down to the middle of his back. His sky blue eyes were still glittering with wisdom. Even sitting down, his intimidating stature of 6'3 was relevant. He wore a diamond patterned shirt was black, purple, and blue. His black jeans have metal spikes on the knees. His blue belt had, surprise surprise, even more metal spikes (he takes his name very literally). 'Hmmmm, he seems more gothic than last time. Mental note to self: get him black slippers with spikes on them for his birthday. Can't believe he'll be 25.'

Cousin Drake had a on a black muscle shirt. I mentally frowned. Every girl within eyesight drooled at him, even creepy old ladies. At that I mentally beat myself up. 'No, bad thoughts. You swore to forget that old lady. (Insert mental shudder here.) Still so creepy.' He wore black jeans (what up w/ black pants taday?) His sand-colored hair was sticking out in every direction but up, and going down just below his shoulders. His eyes are a dark chocolate color, glaring playfully around, and he was 6'1. He just turned 22. Drake had a hard past too. His father was on a business trip, when his pilot lost control of the plane and crashed while his mom was pregnant with him. Then, his mom died while in labor, so he lived with our grandparents his whole life.

Today, Lunara was wearing a lime green dress shirt and gray leggings with a black skirt. I was wearing a black mod hat, with my hair in a French braid, a black tank top, with a short sleeved, padded shoulder, white jacket that only went down to the middle of my waist. My black jeans had holes in the knees, and a metal chain hanging from a belt loop at either of my waist, then crossed so that the right chain was hanging on my left leg, and the left one on my right leg. I was wearing black boots, which, as I just noticed, everyone else in the room was wearing.

"Fine, we'll do it. Just make us some coffee first." Drake said. Crescent and Spike nodded their heads in agreement.

Little did we know that soon, our lives would be upside down soon enough.