Yes, I know I said I would do more with Miku's back story, but I decided it was time for this.

You may be confused at first but keep reading until about the sixth paragraph, then you will understand why I'm taking this detour. I'm exited for feedback on this chapter because I've been DYING to write this one for a while! ^^

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Sorry about this chapter being late! I've had a busy week but I finally managed to post it for today. Please Enjoy as always~!

~Tiruneko ;3

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A loud vibrating beep echoes through out a bedroom, sending violent chills up a girl's spine. She mumbles something under her breath and pushes herself slowly up into a sitting position on the bed, rubbing her right eye. With her eyes still not adjusted to the day light, her hand flails wildly as she tries to shut of this obnoxious noise in her room. She leans to far in, and slips off her bed. Arms flailing rapidly to stop herself from falling, she grips the crisp white sheets, pulling them down with her, and landing in a heap on the cold wooden floor, the alarm clock still beeping.

"Ow." She rubs the back of her head, eventually finding the OFF button and pressing it gently. The clock is white with a blue star over the big SNOOZE button. It sits by a grey desk lamp and a glass of water. A red touch screen phone with a blue star keychain sits just next to the cup, almost dangerously close considering the girl's clumsy tendencies.

Her dainty and manicured hands with white French tips pick up the phone, opening an internet browser and quickly scanning over a blog about a manga she enjoys, but is dismayed to find no new posts. She sighs and sets the phone back down, moving to pick up the white sheets.

After re-making her white bed with grey and hot pink pillows, she turns to open the light pink curtains in the room. Sliding them aside she reveals a bustling and busy upscale city. Her small house is one of many small town houses overlooking a beautiful and lush green park. Directly across from her bedroom window is a swing set and a very tall cherry tree. Beside the tree that casts a shadow over a brown bench is a blue slide, currently occupied by a little boy with sandy blonde hair.

At first the morning light burns her eyes slightly, but the girl adjusts, soon moving to a closet in her room and picking up a white towel. She moves slowly over to her door, pushing it open with her free hand. The hallway is just as immaculate as her room. Spotless, yellow glowing hardwood floors, a small, well trimmed potted houseplant, perfectly strait pictures and painting hanging on the wall. Her bare feet walk against the cold floor as she slides open the bathroom door closing it behind her, and glancing at her reflection in the mirror.

The girl has a skinny and tall frame, with flawless skin, and silky hair. Her voice is soft and almost intoxicating, her cheeks always a natural shade of pink, and her light pink glossy lips with a natural sheen. Her hair is hip length and a crimson red, with one piece sticking straight up, and dropping down. This hair piece is the bane of her existence, no amount of product or care will get this piece of hair to lie down flat. Her eyes travel around her figure, dancing around every inch, finally making eye contact with herself in the mirror, and what looks back, are those shimmering red eyes.

With a dry emotionless sigh she begins to run the shower, and steps in for a quick rinse before work.

Afterwards, she tiptoes back into her room, slipping into the uniform. The work uniform is a long sleeve pink shirt with a white apron over matching white shorts. Scrawled across the front of the apron in bold pink letters is YUAKRI~CAFÉ. It's a small restaurant the girl's friend owns.

Suddenly a loud buzzing causes the red head to reach for her phone, almost slipping in a pool of water her dripping hair has decided to create on the floor.

"H-H-hello?" She says quietly, afraid to wake her parents and sister.

"Miki!" A voice whines loudly, causing the girl to jump. "You're late and we're sw-a-m-p-e-d!" The voice on the end almost screams into the receiver.

"I-I am!" She cries, pulling the phone away from her mouth and looking at the time. With a loud and nervous shriek she throws her phone into her pocket and throws open the door to her bedroom, nearly crashing into a smaller figure bellow her.

A short girl, about the age of nine, stands in front of Miki's door, her light brown hair tangled into knots and mats all over her head.

"Miki, help me please?" She whines slightly, leaning into the legs of her big sister.

"Yes but I have to hurry okay? Are you ready to go this time?"

The girl nods, causing more hair to fall out of place, her brown eyes staring up at Miki. With difficulty, the red headed girl manages to sort out pieces of her sister's hair, and tie them into neat brown pig tails on either side of her head.

The girl is short, with brown hair, brown eyes, and fair skin. She has a few freckles just under her eyes and is wearing a red pleated skirt and a white tank top. The brunet lastly has black sneakers and a red backpack with a small pink bunny charm.

"There, come on Yuki, I'm late!" Miki grabs her younger sister, and scoops her up into her own arms, carrying her on her shoulders as they run through the house.

"Miki, what about Mama and Papa?" The girl named Yuki asks, leaning down and only slightly pulling on Miki's hair.

With a gulp Miki responds, "Don't worry angel. I'm watching you today!" She says happily as she sets the girl down in her bike basket, and sits on the seat. "Be careful, and hold on as always." Miki warns in a soft tone while adjusting a pink helmet on the girl's small head.

Although the pair is not biologically related, Yuki being from Miki's mother's third marriage, Miki chooses to dote on her younger sister hand and foot, because if she didn't, there wouldn't be anyone to do it. The home life of the two children that live in a seemingly stable environment, is actually extremely chaotic. Miki's mother is a work-aholic, sometimes not even coming home until far after mid night. She runs her own dermatology clinic, which is a business that pays very well, but also requires a lot of work to own. She spends unnecessary hours cleaning her office spotless, and even going through the computers and files of her employees, as paranoid and OCD she is. Miki's step father is simply an alcoholic, who, having committed insurance fraud, is now very rich, but sadly his money is slowly dwindling away on beer and wine. Miki's biological father died in a car crash when she was Yuki's age. Her mother's second husband cheated on her, so she divorced him. Her third husband was around for the longest, and that's how Yuki came to be. He packed up suddenly and left, claiming Miki's mother was too controlling, over bearing and even calling her a neglecting sociopath. It's a wonder why he left Yuki if he thought that. The current alcoholic inhabiting their basement is her mother's fourth husband.

Ridding down the sidewalk, plagued with small businesses and gift shops isn't too bad. The morning summer air is crisp and smells of slight rain shower, but it is expected to reach very high temperatures throughout the day today. On the pair's right hand side is the seemingly endless ocean, filled with surfers, tourists, and an assortment of sea life.

The thought of taking Yuki to the beach after school crosses Miki's mind, and she silently decides to do it later.

After about a ten minute bike ride, they pull up to a small beach side café. Inside is buzzing with commotion, people milling around, sipping coffee, and blabbing to their friends about how tireless their new job is or how "horribly disappointing" their new boy friend is. A girl with purple hair pulled into pig tails wearing the same outfit as Miki, waves her hand in the air dramatically. She is standing behind the counter, cleaning out the coffee machine.

"Sorry, my alarm went off too late and I-"

The purple haired girl cuts her off. "Don't worry about it!" The girl notices Yuki hiding shyly behind Miki. "Hi Yuki!" She bends down to her level and waves. "You have kitchen duty this morning Miki, I'll take care of setting up Yuki."

"Okay, thanks Yukari." Miki ties up her hair and slips a hair net over it. Something glistening in the sunlight catches her eye, and she walks over to see what it is. It is a dirty carving knife someone forgot to put into the sink. Miki's hand slips on the damp counter, flinging the knife into the air. As it comes crashing down she catches it by the blade, leaving a massive and deep bleeding cut in her palm.

The cut created two slits opening seemingly to a black and red crevice in her hand. Blood flows steadily and rapidly off her hand falling onto the floor and pooling there.

Shocked, and attempting to hide the massive wound, she spots the freezer in back, and decides it's best to stay there. Miki pushes past people in the kitchen, some she knows, some she doesn't. She bumps into a girl chopping up leeks, and bounces back a little, still pushing forward for the vegetable freezer. Once inside the giant cold room she bends over her hand to examine the cut.

The skin on her palm is smooth and flawless, maybe even pale. She brushes away the blood still pooled in her hands. Breathing a dry sigh of relief, she stands up to leave the freezer.

Her palm is bare, and smooth, the only remnants of the cut being a very small drop of blood, still running down her manicured finger tip, and dripping onto the floor.