A Flashback to the Past and a Peek of the Present! You know, I would like- no- love Tadase much more if he didn't look like Pico. I don't own Shugo Chara, ENJOY!

WARNING: MAJOR Tadase bashing.

Tadase had been reading a letter that day, too nervous to drink his coffee (not that it tasted good, it was instant coffee). He had a worried aura, one that did not fit a king. It did not even fit a tiny, meek prince. He had been constantly shaking his leg, biting his lip every so often as he read and re-read the papers.

The door opened, revealing his two children, one dress entirely in green and the other, all yellow (not to be racist or anything). Tadase stood up quickly, swapping out his face worried expression with a stern one.

At sight of their father's unusual expression, the two stopped their chattering. Tadase's stare found its way to the younger twin's eyes.

"Dia," he began in a loud voice that made the two flinch, "I want you to stop dressing like a pop star!"

"But, papa…"

"No buts, are we clear?! And for God's sake, please act like a normal kid! Go out and do normal kid things and stop shooting those radiance sparkles or whatever!"

"But…"

"What did I say?"

"F-fine!" The blonde took off her headband and threw it on the table a bit violently. Expecting her father to yell at her, she ran to her room and slammed the door, close to tears. Su watched this, about to cry herself. Yes, she knew that angry streak of yellow wasn't her sister. This out-of-characterness was definitely the cause of fear. Isn't this how intimidation worked? Su turned to her dad. She knew the feeling of intimidation all too well, but the furiousness of her sister was new.

"Papa, that wasn't very nice, ~desu."

Tadase snapped his head from Dia to Su. He gave a slight sigh.

"Su, why do you insist on looking like a maid?"

Su looked down at her attire, picking a bit at her white apron. She didn't think she looked like a maid. The clothes she wore were much more convenient, too, considering how much she cooked.

"I-i don't know, ~desu," was her answer. Tadase tightened his fists.

"And stop ending every freaking sentence with desu! I get you're trying to be polite and shit, but even that has its limits! Get your head out of the oven and start hanging out with other people like a normal child!"

"But cooking is fun ~de…"

"Don't say it! Now, put your headdress on the coffee table, go to your room, AND DRESS AND ACT LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!" Su did as she was told, much less violently than her sister. She dragged her feet up the stairs. She attempted to give one last argument, but the stern look in her father's dark pink eyes meant that he wasn't going to have any of it. Her older brother bumped into her on the stairs, but Su didn't look at him. He looked like a mirror image of their father, who she was cowering in fear from. She closed the door to her room the same time her brother had reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Dad, how do I look?" he asked, twirling a bit to show off his majestic, red cape. The cloth floated over the coffee table, knocking over the mug of coffee Tadase had forgotten about.

"Ah, Kiseki! You got coffee on your cape!" Tadase exclaimed. He took off the cape for his eldest son. Before the boy could complain, Tadase explained himself. "I'll clean it for you." Kiseki nodded, still a bit upset. He turned, a sassy expression in every movement. He walked to his room and the blonde gave a soft smile as he began cleaning he coffee off of the table.

Yes, it was a smile of ignorance. I was watching the whole time. I should have stopped everything here and there, but no. I waited. And waited. But, my girls were never the same, and I doubt they will ever be under that man's roof.

I walk towards the Hotori household. After many, many Google searches, I was sure I was ready. Divorce papers would be ready quick after all my preparations, along with a lawyer, a place to go, and all of that shit. Maybe I wasn't mentally prepared? Well, I sure as hell am now! And I'm not backing down this time!

I open the door and attempt to go upstairs without notifying Tadase of my presence.

"Amu?"

Speaking of the devil.

I turn towards the man. He's holding a basket of clothes. Yes, I understand typical gender roles and shit, but I am never going to wash clothes. Will I be able to find somebody to help me with that? I doubt the new Su and Dia would.

Which is why I need to bring the old one back!

"Hotori," I say icily. Tadase looks a bit shocked, and I am too. I have never called him Hotori in my life! But I keep up my cool-and-spicy façade. "We're having a divorce."

That slapped him right out of his daze.

"E-eh?" he asked. "Why, Amu? Did I do something wrong? I-I want to make you happy."

Oh that's just hi-fucking-larious. What is this, a Hollywood movie?

"And what about Dia and Su? How are you going to do to make them happy?"

"P-pardon me?"

"YOU DON'T LET SU AND DIA DO WHAT THEY WANT OR WEAR WHAT THEY WANT WHILE YOU SPOIL THAT BRATTY PURPLE HEADED KING WANNABE! YOU LET HIM LIKE THE FUCKING KING OF FRANCE AND DIA CAN'T LOOK LIKE A SINGER? WHAT KIND OF FUCKING SHIT IS THAT? YOU MAKE SU AND DIA DO EVERYTHING WHILE YOU LET KISEKI SIT ON HIS LAZY ASS AND CALLING EVEN HIS MOTHER A COMMONER! YOU KNOW WHAT; I WILL NOT STAND THIS FUCK! HOTORI TADASS, YOU BETTER CHANGE YOUR FUCKING STATUS TO SINGLE AND HOPE YOU GET A FUCKING BITCH AND HAVE WHORES AND SLUTS FOR CHILDREN!"

I don't know why, but something inside my ticked. Maybe it was irritation from him answering my question with another question, but I'm glad I did.

I storm upstairs before he can say anything in response. It didn't take long to get Dia, Su, and my stuff. Like I said, I had been preparing. It also makes the plot run quicker.

I can tell Tadase is about to say something as I begin to walk out the door, but I cut him off.

"Good bye, son of a bitch!" And I slam the door.

But, like how Tadase, I mean, Tadass didn't know I was watching him while he was yelling at Dia and Su, I didn't notice a couple of eyes watch me, and matching ears to listen in on our "conversation."