The scene opens in a big room, a plaza, a place that looked as if it could have cost millions, millions they couldn't afford. The plaza almost seemed to be made of glass, it was completely see through with carved out angels raining down upon them, the lights were a soft golden color, and the seats were cushioned; But the coffin was center stage, a luscious cherry would that was adorned in gold. There were so many flowers of purple and pink and that pale shade of red. This was my Father's funeral and I felt no mourning.

This was my dad, he always wanted what he couldn't have, an intense need for power, for luxury. It's a shame he was never that successful. I feel myself stiffen as Arisu leans into me with a sob; I feel my own heart pull at its strings, which makes me grab onto Hiroki's wrist. He looks down at me with weary blue eyes, they were like Ice. Him being the oldest he's always looked out for us, he's always had to be level headed, and even now I lean on him. My head goes down as I hear a high pitched cry, it's Emiko, and she doesn't realize what's truly happened, she doesn't realize her Father's dead, I let a tear slide down my face as I hear Kazuki trying desperately to coo our baby sister as she asks, "where's Daddy, where's Daddy?" It kills me.

The priest takes his stand, Father was never really religious himself, but our Grandmother was, so in a desperate attempt to please her he agreed to have one. I look around, but find that she's not here. She was never here and sometimes I wondered why he tried, but there wasn't anything we could do now. The priest says his words, written for him by our missing Grandmother and deceased Grandfather, we listen to the way they described our Father, a man looking for his place, when he finally settles down he meets a woman who was a gold-digger, she fucked him beard his children, and then fell into unemployment.

It outraged me, it outraged my family, and I can tell that it outraged everyone who really knew them. I look towards Hiroki, his stiff and I know as soon as the priest asks for our own words we'll all have something to say.

And he does.

Hiroki steps past us, his shoulders rigid, her blue eyes set, and I know for the first time since we were younger he was going to do something he would regret. He stands at the podium and I can't help but admire him, this was my brother who looked so much like our American Mother, whose skin was as white as snow, he had her eyes bluer then the ocean, her strong nose, and he had our Fathers thin lips, and strong jaw. He was the better of them both, and I've always wanted to be like him.

He starts out his mouth opening then stops himself; he gets this huge Cheshire grin on his face as says:

"I know what you want, you want a story, and you want me to say I love my dad, even though he was a terrible person who made terrible decisions; but guess what I'm not. Let me tell you a story, my dad was never unemployed, he quit his job as a lawyer because he had a passion for inventing, he would show us how to work so many things, he is the reason that Kazuki can take apart a computer and put it back together blindfolded!"

I look over to see our brother beaming, tear streaked green eyes.

"The reason our supposed Grandmother said that he was unemployed was because she didn't like the fact that her son wasn't making bank, the reason our Mother was a slut is because she supported him through it all, the reason she tried to take our money, you know the stuff that's rightfully ours from our Father's grave? Yeah, that's because she wants to punish us. She's a cold hearted bitter slut but that doesn't mean she knows anything about what our Father went through."

The room is silent, not because of judging that much I know, they admire him as much as I do, he had the guts to call someone out, he really I the strong son. He looks straight up at me.

"Merui it's your turn."

I glance, butterflies fill my stomach but I go up anyway, my blonde hair falls down in my face as I look up out the crowd, their faces are blank, their waiting.

"Hi, my names Merui and I am the 2nd born, or 3rd depending on how you choose to look at it. Anyone who really knows this family knows my twin Arisu, I'm asking, now I'm begging you to please come up now."

She does as she's told, striding up much like our brother did, she was my polar opposite with strong hazel eyes and chestnut brown hair that has been streaked neon pink, she was in her best black dress, and she was stronger than me. I smile weakly, ignoring everyone's looks.

"I would introduce myself but it's obvious I don't have to." She says her sarcasm panning on the floor.

"I just don't have the strength without my twin, she's my strong side."

"You got that right." The audience, the funeral, all eyes are on us.

And I feel my confidence coming out.

"So let me tell you about our dysfunctional family." I start.

"Were pretty normal." Arisu cuts in.

"But mostly dysfunctional." I state.

She doesn't say anything so I decide to go on.

"There's the oldest brother whom you've just encountered, Hiroki. We came next, the twins, then there was Kazuki, and finally baby Emiko! Our Mother is deceased, I wish we could tell you what happened to her but we don't know. Our Father was a kind man, he loved our Mother, and one thing Hiroki left out was that…"

"He was accused of murder." Arisu finishes grimly.

"When our Mother went missing he was the first suspect, no one knew why she would leave, but she did and they found her dead 4 years later. This would hurt anyone, especially someone who never stopped loving her. "

"You have to understand this from our Father's point of view, for years he was hurting, struggling to take care of us alone. When he finally stopped living off of everyone's expectations he was abandoned." Arisu starts.

"Even us, I remember, I would have tantrums because I couldn't dress like the other girls."

"But he tried, he tried so hard." Her voice starts to break.

"But in the end her couldn't make it." Tears start to slide down my face.

"So please.." Arisu.

"Don't blame him." We cry holding on to each other for support as we sit back down, I notice that Emiko has been passed over to Hiroki, I search for our brother to find him on stage, and I'm instantly worried, his red hair is hanging over his face and tears are streaming down his emerald green eyes, he's always been the sensitive one, the babied one; And I'm not sure how much he can take.

"My Father was an amazing man!" He says in between clinched teeth. "He was, and I know it because even though he was so god damn depressed he still read to us every night. Anything we wanted, he read me the little mermaid, he let me be who I am, and he even indulged in Hiroki and Merui's demented way by reading them Edgar Allan Poe every night. What bad Father would take the time to do that for his kids? I want you all to think about what your parents did you because I can guarantee you no one loved you as much as our Father loved us."

With that he stormed off, Arisu ran after him and I knew this ceremony was over.

So let the party begin in the other room.