I'm currently behind the bushes of the Kagamine residence, sneaking to the window, making sure I go unnoticed. It's a rather chilly night, but I don't mind.

The first thing I hear is:

"Oh, IA was our babysitter!" Ivory? A babysitter? What a step down.

I suppose that doesn't matter, however, since I'm getting useful intel which I scribble down into my notepad.

'Feel bad for Mikuo if he ever mentions IA or his mom'

Heh. He'll fall for me. I know he will. Mother will be proud, I'll wear a little crown- no, a big crown- to show everyone that I'm a princess. Where will I get that crown?

With my new money of course!

I can see Len stand up and peer outside the window cautiously.

I obviously crouch down before being seen.

Hopefully.

I giggled, walking down the stairs.

I came down with a nice game of... Twister! The ruthful game where you steal people's money and brands!

Wait, wrong game- that's Monopoly Empire... ah, whatever. You get the gist.

I always beat Len at it. He cried once because of how many times I kept winning.

In fact, once he saw me coming down, he had a fowl expression on his face.

He's awfully uncoordinated, and failed gymnastics as a kid.

"Ooh! Twister! Nice!" Miku changed the mood of the room from aggressive to upbeat and happy. However, Len was having none of it.

"I'll spin the wheel..." he mutters, shifting uncontrollably.

I smirk.

"No, no, brother. I insist. I spin the wheel. You pick an opponent~" I purr, my fingers tapping the cardboard box in sync.

He groans.

"Alright. You and me, Mikuo."

"Oh, no. I'll be making dinner while you guys play. I insist," He smiles, but not evilly. It's more of a kind and generous smile.

God, he's so sincere about everything.

Miku cracks her neck and looks at him dead in the eye.

He starts shivering, obviously afraid of her.

This is going to be interesting.

Can't wait to play against Miku!

Oh hell no.

Did Rin really just- I- ugh! This is dumb. I always lose.

I don't want to embarrass myself in front of MIKU of all people!

I lay out the colorful sheet of plastic, and Miku grins a toothy one. I can clearly see she didn't brush her teeth this morning. I need to teach her more about hygiene, and how to take care of herself!

Rin clears her throat, teasingly moving the plastic hand up and down with her fingers.

Spinning it in one swift motion, it lands on 'Left Hand Red.'

Instinctively, I go down at the nearest one, and, I don't know wether it's fortunate or unfortunate, but Miku does the same.

Our hands touched, and I stumbled and fell. I couldn't tell if I was blushing or not at that point, since all I could see and hear Miku's... victory screeches.

"HAHA! You're so lame! On the first one??" She snorted loudly and shook her head.

"Loser gets the spinning... board.... thingy.... what are they called again?" Miku shook her head again and placed her hands on her hips.

I groan and go to the spinning wheel, though I'm extremely grateful that I have to.

And so, time passes.

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"The reason why you're so cold to your fake lovers," Kenji said in a wheeze, looking up at the stars. It was just moments before the drug effect was going to kick in.

"Is because you see yourself in them. It's not that they're special. You have exactly the same strength. Why struggle yourself? Why is money so desperately important to you, that you can't see the beauty around you? Why would you have to do this? You're going to gain wealth, but not love. So why are you doing this now?"

It didn't matter now. I only have one objective. Drink, forget, sex, forget.

That's all that mattered.

What a strange analogy for Kenji to create.

Very strange.

Shaking my head, I chuckle at the flashback.

I move my shopping cart around, looking for some food. I was at the local grocery store, and yet the flashback kept burning into my mind.

Why do I hesitate? Why does that matter so much to me at this moment?

Oh, I know. It doesn't matter. I know my objective, wether its clichéd or not.

I don't seem to care at this point.

My daughter was useless up until now. I'm ready to begin a horrid new life.

"And if you don't have the strength," Kenji continues.

"I can help-" He starts choking. I don't seem to care. This is merely a side effect that happens to most people when taking the drug.

I'm sure he was high when he said that he wanted to help me, anyways.

I don't want help. It's the truth.

Don't try making this worse than it needs to be.

My parents had no money, and so I vow to get the money I deserved. The money they deserved.

I couldn't get the money of all the other lovers.

But this will be different. I'm sure it will.

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