Oh my gosh... somebody give me a medal... I updated in 16 days instead of 30+ =D WHOOP WHOOP! Sorry, this chapter and the rest aren't that funny :P WELP, ENJOY!

The interaction between Ikuto and mama was shorter than Dia and I hoped, yet still extremely amusing. Well, Ikuto was amusing in general. What adult would act so scandalous in front of two oh-so impressionable kids? Dia had a large smile plastered on her face.

"If you keep smiling like that, your face is going to get stuck like that," I said, quietly adding the fact that we would be caught scheming. Dia tried (and failed) to stop grinning like a mad-woman.

Unlike Dia and I, mama seems very angry. A vein was visible on her forehead as if she was some anime character. True, our mom got angry almost all the time, but she looked like she was going to snap and curse at us like she did to Hotori. Somehow she managed to to keep her mouth shut, focusing her anger onto the car pedal. Luckily for her (and us), she wasn't caught by the police.

I took a quick glance at mama before turning my complete attention to Dia, who still couldn't stop smiling. I realized this wasn't just a smile of happiness, but one of somebody who won a battle of a war. Her smile said, "This isn't over yet." And I agreed with her. I took out a notepad which was full of plans for "GTITBOND". Flipping to a clean page, Dia and I sent notes to each other involving the next step. We passed the notepad the same way we passed notes in class: secretly and without getting caught.

"Now what do we do?!" (me)

"We need to get them to talk!" (Dia)

"Yeah, but how?!"

"... Mom works at a restaurant! Maybe he'll visit?"

"I don't think Tsukiyomi-san will go anywhere with us anymore."

"True, he'll only listen to mama..."

"... Or maybe... Rhythm can help us!"

"How-" The word how was scribbled out. "OF COURSE!"

The ten minute ride felt like ten seconds to the sisters, who were plotting the next step to GTITBOND the whole time. This included finding the impossible-to-find parking space and the quick trip up to floor three. Our mother practically ran to room 9A and hastily unlocked the door (messing up a few times). Dia and I slip through the doorway before our mother closed it, trying to shut us out. Sighing, she announced that she was going to work, changing her clothes to a more age-appropriate outfit. We both knew that this was just an excuse to not put up with us anymore. Mama was the owner of a restaurant and Aunt Ami seemed to be able to watch over the place just fine. We don't mind, though; it's actually better.

The door made a slamming sound, indicating the leave of a pissed off mother. Dia and I wait a few more seconds to see if she forgot anything and comes back. She doesn't. We picked up the house phone and called the Fujisakis.

"Hi! Kusukusu~" a female voice answered.

"Hi KusuKusu!" greeted Dia.

"How's GTITBOND?"

"Good," I replied quickly. "We need to talk to Rhythm."

KusuKusu called for said sibling. It didn't take long before they heard a familiar "yo" come from the other side.

I look at my sister, both of us smiling mischievously at each other.

The sun shone brightly the next day, illuminating the room with a warm light. The birds sang in harmony, their voices floating throughout the city.

But who cared about that?! All I cared about was the brilliant step two Dia and I were perfecting. The two of us grabbed papers that were scattered around our bed and raced towards mama's room. We took a long breath before awakening the beast. Dia shook her shoulder (I woke her up last time, so it was her turn). Mama turned to face us, looking fully awake, which was odd. It was currently nine a.m. Mama waking up that early was as impossible as a human laying eggs. Maybe one day she'll lay a couple of those, too.

"Mama, can you help us with a play?" Dia asked tentatively.

"Yeah, we need someone to play the mom," I added. She put her hand out.

"Just pass me the stupid script." We obeyed.

"Can you for once just practice violin? We pay a lot of money for the lessons," mama read, obviously bored.

"What?!" I yell.

"Come over here. Jesus, my daughter is such a pain." She was still reading from the script but I could tell she meant that second phrase.

"H-h-honey, please relax," said an unhappy Dia, who did not want to play mama's husband.

"No. She gets everything she wants, that bratty kid. Su needs to appreciate what we do." Mama's tired voice droned the lines monotonously. Her eyes, however, had a little more life in them. She was probably wondering why my name was in the script.

"Honey!" exclaimed Dia.

"Would you shut up? If only…"

"If only what?"

"Nothing! You know, I forgot that I forgot to fill in the marriage papers. Thank you Lord! Goodbye loser!" It was the end of the script. Mama threw the pages to the floor and went under the covers again. I picked it up, but it didn't matter. Practicing for a fake play wasn't our goal. I look at Dia who points to the newly recorded film and a stolen phone number as we sneaked out of the room. Thank you Rhythm.