Okay, before you keep reading, I have to say something: this is DEFINITELY not supposed to be incest! I PROMISE.

Oh, and did you guys hear about how they're coming out with a SOE manga? Thanks for telling me, Chikanpo! (If anyone has information on this, could you message me? PLEASE?)

"Um… what?" I asked, blanking.

Ty flashed a knowing grin. "Do you know why I asked you two specifically to come with me?"

At this point I probably should have been wondering that, but really, it never occurred to me that Ty, being the big business, marketing buff that he was, could've gotten practically anyone in the world he wanted to do the job that my sister and I were currently filling. I mean, haven't I heard all the stories before about the lines of people auditioning for roles that were never destined to be theirs that went on for miles? So why us…?

"I give up," Rin announced, growing tired of the silence.

"Enlighten us," I suggested.

Ty set his coffee mug down and sighed. "You guys are, well, almost identical. You're pretty cute. But most importantly, when I saw you guys that day, you two were protecting each other's backs as if it was your own life on the line. You two care for each other on a magnitude that is extremely difficult to comprehend and I wanted to see how that passion could be translated into, well at this point, singing."

Rin and I stared at him, blinking. "Could you explain the beginning again?" I asked.

"And maybe the end too?"

"While you're at it, could you repeat the middle?"

"And how about a bit slower this time?"

Ty laughed. "Don't worry, you two. Let me have a little talk with Riley and see what I can manage."

When we continued to stare at him with unsure eyes, he reached out and mussed my hair. "Seriously, I'll handle it."

What choice did we have but to believe him?

I'm not going to lie. When Camille showed up at our door a week later with a determined grimace on her face, Rin and I didn't feel any more optimistic about our prospects than we had a week earlier.

It didn't seem like Camille thought the meeting's results would be any different either.

Once again we followed our manager along the hallway to the big room with the headphones and screens where we were wordlessly handed two folders.

Examining the folders, Rin and I noticed there were two songs yet again. In elegant script, the words: Servant of Evil were printed on the cover of my folder. Stealing a glance at my twin's I noticed that our songs must've been connected because hers read: Daughter of Evil in the same font.

I met Rin's eyes and we shared a silent conversation that basically said, "Well, how much worse can they be from the previous ones?"

So we sat down, put on the expensive headphones, and sat back, closing our eyes in synchronization. I felt like pulling on my hoodie for added effect.

As always, Rin's song started up and I was surprised this time to hear that the melody was unlike anything I'd ever heard before. The high pitches and the harmony… they fit so strangely together. I especially liked the pauses in the music where lines of dialogue were meant to fit. About thirty seconds passed during which I only listened to the instrumentals. Then I leaned forward to share the script with my sister, curious as to what the song was actually about. And I was astounded.

An entire story was told in just four minutes.

By the end of it, I felt a sort of anger kindling within me. This had little to do with the fact that Rin always got to go first when we listened to songs, nor did it have anything to do with how the songwriters waited so long before giving us something worthwhile. No, this had to do with the song itself. Because Rin dies. My sister was meant to play a role that passed away at the hands of angry citizens.

At one point, when the bell tower struck three o' clock per se, my rage blinded me and I had to close my eyes and take a few deep breaths. But of course, it was only a song and the way that it was able to drag such an emotion from me was a promising sign.

Then it was my turn.

My song was a lot softer spoken, but loud at the same time. Because even though Rin's told of the story in a general outsider's perspective, mine was sung from my point of view: the servant. And I found out that my rage was for nothing because… I died.

It's difficult to explain why, but I actually felt… happier knowing this – happy knowing that Rin survived, even if it was all fictional.

When the last note played and died, someone turned the lights back on (they had been shut off so that we could make use of the screens in front by rolling the lyrics across them).

The room was dead silent, caused by anxiety, worry, expectation, disappointment, and… hope, I realized.

"Well?" Riley prompted.

Rin and I shared another glance – the same way we had at the very first meeting when we had rejected their ideas. But this time, our mouths turned up into smiles, replacing the confusion that had been there for much too long.

I hope you liked it ^^;

Next chapter will introduce more vocaloids (in case you were wondering).

Reviews are always appreciated~