this one is a bit long...enjoy

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"Hi, my name is Phoung Seppuku. I'm calling in for Melancholia Seppuku. She woke up with a fever this morning. Alright, thanks. Buh-bye." Phoung Seppuku, the owner of the beautiful Seppuku residence, hung up her cellular device. She put the device into her pocket and proceeded to making herself her lunch for today's upcoming rally in the new construction of some new popular building for a cellular company.

Phoung Seppuku owned her own construction company and was very famous for it's architectural designs. It was so popular she was sent abroad to places like America, New Zealand, and London. For today's project was just a simple meeting to discuss about how long it would take, how much they would be paid, and stuff like that. The only reason the Seppuku took the offer was because she would be able to have a good deal for a cellular plan for her family and as well for her outstanding workers.

The Seppuku loved her construction crew. She dare not trade anyone else in the entire world for them. They don't cause drama, they don't act like five year children, they listen and follow rules, and they never behave recklessly and take their work seriously. She loved them because they were true adults that took pride in the art they created.

Art. Art was something that the Seppuku family specialized in.

"Zen, take Mel Up some soup." She told the young Seppuku, while she packed her own lunch. Neatly putting it in a leather bag and putting a few water bottles in there as well. Zen only looked stoic as ever, which could only creep everyone else out even more.

"Kay, Phoungie-san." She looked at Zen who went to the cabinet, pulled out a bowl, dished it, took out a spoon and chopsticks with several napkins, and finally turned to look at the oldest Seppuku in the home. She stared back. He blinked and left. Phoung sighed.

~What's wrong with this house?~ She said referring to all of the occupants that seem to make the house more of a ghost town rather than a natural, normal, Japanese home. She wished everyone could at least act as if they were happy to live. For shit's sake, she didn't put them there so they could be so damn depressing.

Of course, being head of the house and having all of the major responsibilities, Phoung did know everything that happened in the house. It was hers of course. She knows about Melancholia's depression problems. She's taken her to so many shrinks that all of them seem to have failed. So she thought it was best to leave her be, thinking it was only a teenage stage that all of the normal "teens" go through.

She also knew about Zen creeping everyone out at school because he refuses to show emotion and the fact he was too much of a genius for his own good. She knew about the twins being evil psychotic freaks and taking strays and torturing them in the attic. She knew that Penelope is pill popping and trying to sell drugs because her job isn't paying her enough for her to make next years track team.

Phoung new that they would be children that grew up to be teens. Destructive teens that would eventually bring their own demise upon themselves. The head Seppuku could clearly see that potential rising inside of Melancholia.

"I'm off to work. Later." Phoung said, snatching her keys of the key rack, next to the front door, above the winter coats. A second later, she reappeared in the door. "Oh, Snowball, be sure to run to the store later and grab some eggs and milk." With that she left, quietly closing the door. The soft purr of light blue Honda had quietly pulled out of the driveway and out into the sea of Karakura Town.

"Alright…" Snowball said slowly, not minding the fact that she was talking by herself. She was on the computer, doing what accountants always do. She picks up a mug of coffee and sips it, taking in its addicting drugs of caffeine.

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Zen knocked on Mel's door before entering. He eyed her room. Simple and clean. He stared at Melancholia. Her body was cold, with sweat beads on her forehead. She was laying on her stomach with her arm dangling off of the bed next to the box of tissues, with the trash can next to her bed. It was full of vomit and tissue paper.

The room wasn't smelling like Melancholia, like it normally should. Instead it smelt real musty, sweat, and the regurgitation that happily sat in one spot. Her eyes slowly turned to look at him. Zen was completely mused at his sister about how bad she must be feeling. Her stare was tense and he could tell that she was getting annoyed with him just standing there.

"Hey Mel…You feeling okay?" He asked as he set her soup and water on her nightstand that held some college letters. He decided to just set the food on top.

"Like shit." She took her time to reply.

"Well, Penelope made you some beef and spinach soup." He said as he took a spot at her computer stand.

"Thanks…" She slowly sat up. The pain of dizziness running to her head and the queasiness running to her stomach. But she was strong enough to ignore and hide it.

"You're weird Mel-chan." Melancholia gave him a puzzled look.

"Why?"

"Cause every time it rains, you get sick. I wish I could get sick too." Zen thought aloud. Melancholia could only give her little brother and annoyed look.

"Shut up. Phoung would kill you if you dropped your studies." She took a munch on some soggy spinach.

"And you get to?" Zen gave her a look of annoyance as well. Maybe Mel should swallow her own words.

"As long as my average scores aren't less than 80%, I'm okay." She stuffed some chewy beef into her mouth and began to savor the beautiful taste that soothed her throat and satisfied her tummy. However, Zen frowned.

"You really should stop. It's a bad habit." Zen referred to her wrists as he noticed her eat. She wasn't even trying to hide them it seemed. Melancholia looked at her little brother, she remained as passive.

"Therefore the habit is now justified." She said. It was true. Habits are habits and they won't go away so easily.

"You should stop."

"We all die one way or another."

"Whatever." Zen looked away, too pissed off. Melancholia looked from her little sibling to the clock on the wall.

"Get your ass moving, brat." She pointed to the wall. He looked at his watch instead since he was too frustrated at his sister's childlessness. He got up without saying anything and went downstairs to see Snowball waiting to take him to school while on her way to work.

Melancholia sipped the last of the hot and soothing soup. She looked outside.

"Fucking rain." She said, glaring at her reflection in the window caused by the dim, crying world on the other side. She tore her eyes away from the thing that caused her pain this morning and looked around her room to distract her eyes. Instead, she found herself in the middle of a train of thoughts.

~Endless beauty, slowly wasting away to conform with the rest of the earth. And yet, it's beauty manages to harm…~ Finally snapping out of it, she found herself at the computer desk, drawing a lone flower on top of a hill dying to the down pouring rain that seemingly want to suffocate the flower.

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thank you for reading! i hope she wasn't too depressing today...

~PhoungSeppuku

...Good Days to You...