"Mimi, are you in there?"

The sixteen-year-old girl walks toward the wooden door. Turning the knob, she opens up to see a large bedroom with papers scattered all across the floor, in the center of the chaotic mess was a sleeping little girl.

Brown curls covering her petite face.

Giggling softly, the older girl walks towards the sleeping child.

Looking at the papers surrounding the girl, she bends down to pick up a piece. Written on it was a project idea for a very elite company.

Such an interesting child.

Turning her gaze to the peacefully sleeping girl she slowly pushes curly strands of hair away from her face to reveal the girl's soft, delicate cheeks.

"Mimi, wake up, I bought some crepes. Your favorite!"

"Is it apple flavor?" Mimi's little voice says, a tinge of excitement hidden in her voice.

Laughing joyfully, Emily pats Mimi's soft little head. "Mhm, I got two so we can both eat together."

Passing the plastic bag to Mimi, the little girl clutches it tightly in her hands and begins to walk towards a wooden drawer.

Opening the drawer, she takes out two silver forks and white paper plates.

"Wow, you really came prepared," Mimi's sister chuckles finding her actions adorable.

"It's too complicated to go downstairs and get it," Mimi shrugs before placing the container of crepes on the dining table in the center of her large bedroom.

Hearing those words, a tight line appears on Emily's face. Turning around to see her older sister's expression, Mimi laughs.

"You know you shouldn't frown too much, it makes you look weird."

"Mimi," Emily pouts as she walks towards the table, the aroma of fresh apple crepes filling her nostrils.

"Don't worry, dealing with the family business is too hard for me to understand. Too much power can be a bore sometimes."

Placing a crepe on each plate, Mimi plops herself onto the hardwood dining chair. Without a second thought, she joyously digs into the apple crepe a large smile creeping onto her face.

Her sister sitting across from her watches the child happily scarf down her food without a care in the world.

It seemed that she never really cared about things that didn't hold anything entertaining.

"Have you tried talking to dad about your ideas, surely if you were to tell him the two of you could-"

Before Emily could finish her sentence, Mimi cuts her off her young voice echoing in the room.

"Dear sister, being stuck in my room every day, I'll obviously become bored. But there's nothing more boring than talking business with our stuck-up father."

Taking another bite of her crepe, she continues to speak.

"Besides, he should be happy having you taking care of the business. He doesn't need me. If he doesn't have any need to talk to me then I won't either."

Emily felt stunned that she was hearing these words come out of the mouth of a five-year-old girl.

She always knew Mimi was very aware of her relationship with the rest of the Hirogori family.

They saw her as a waste, a disgrace in the Hirogori family.

Just not to such an extent.

Mimi knew that if she were to die unexpectedly no one would care but Emily. But she never voiced this out to her sister knowing she'd disown the fact her father wouldn't care for his own daughter.

It was the truth though.

The two had never spoken to one another, she never experienced any parental love besides from her sister Emily who practically cared for her since she was little.

She didn't really crave it, as long as she had her sister by her side even though she overshadowed her in every aspect, Mimi didn't mind.

Her sister truly was an amazing person.

Treating everyone equally no matter their status, she was a soft and gentle person that the whole Hirogori family adored. Strange how she's related to that demon she calls her father.

"Alright too much talking, let's eat and then you can tell me about your day."

Taking a mouthful of the sweet crispy crepe, Mimi let's out a satisfied groan. Emily could see the little girls eyes sparkle with joy, she could have sworn she saw a ray of light appear behind her.

Shaking her head with a smile, she reaches over to wipe a coat of powdered sugar off Mimi's pink little lips.

"I'll always stay with you Mimi, so don't worry about being alone."

Swallowing the crepe Mimi giggles happily at her sister's words. "Well, then I'm holding you up to your words."

Who would have thought life would be so cruel to break those meaningful words.

There are always things that people believe will never happen to them as they live through life. Like wearing a helmet when biking, the chances of you ever injuring oneself is slim, why wear it when it'll never happen?

Death. One of the things people never expect them or those they're close to the experience. It'll happen one day by why do so many doubt it'll happen even sooner than expected?

Never had Mimi Hirogori ever thought she'd need to wear a helmet when biking, it was stupid.

Just overthinking.

Never had Mimi Hirogori thought she'd be attending her own older sister's funeral.

Life itself began to pass through little Mimi's head. The memories they shared, the words they have spoken to one another. All gone.

Young, and beautiful. A smile that outshone everything showing nothing but pure innocent feelings. Born from a wealthy family, she was neither greedy nor spoiled, she truly was a blessing.

Hard working and caring towards others she lived a very comfortable warm life, with love given to her in every direction.

Engaged, soon to wed she couldn't be more than cheerful. It seemed that everything she loved and dreamed of was handed to her on a golden platter.

Who would have thought such a beautiful happy person was now laying lifelessly in a golden white coffin.

Now attending the funeral of the beloved girl, many couldn't help but find it unfortunate for such a young woman to pass away so soon.

Eighteen, far too young to be dead. The prime of her life. The age of experiencing youth, love, success, and failures.

She never really had the chance.

Her friends. From middle school to their third year in high school, they shared wonderful glorious moments together, promising to join the same colleges together, creating their dream business.

Gone, all of it gone.

Set up in a large garden in the back of the family's large mansion, the smell of soft fragrant roses roamed the air. She would have loved to have seen them.

However, Mimi couldn't focus on any of that. How could she when the only person she ever loved and trusted was now gone?

Every word, every sound was left unheard by her. She couldn't hear the priest giving his prayers to her sister, she couldn't see the grieved expressions of her sister's loved ones.

The serious look on her fathers went unnoticed by her, his eyes becoming colder as he stared at the coffin.

May Emily Hirogori rest in peace.

Inside the Hirogori mansion, all the guests began to grieve while speaking to one another. Most likely talking about how great a person Emily was, or how it was unfortunate it was for someone so young to pass away.

What a bunch of quacks.

Seven-year-old Mimi Hirogori sat in a short wooden chair in a corner of the large dining room. With a cup of tea in hand, she leisurely brought it up to her tiny little pink lips in a delicate manner.

Bitter. Seems like everything now the past couple of days had either tasted bitter or bland. Maybe she should go see the doctor? Who knows it could be serious.

Sitting with her back straight Mimi continues to stare emptied eyed at the half-empty teacup in her soft little palms. Guests passing by would look at the small child with pitiful looks, a few walking up to her saying things like "I'm sorry for your loss" or "Hang in there kiddo."

Mimi couldn't help but sneer inwardly at these sentimental remarks thrown her way. In all honesty, did any of these people really think any of that? Or were they just trying to use her misfortune as a way to get on her family's good side? What a joke.

Hadn't they noticed that she didn't cry at the funeral? Mimi was, of course, sad for the death of her sister, but to her, everything felt numb. Just a couple of days ago Mimi could vividly remember her sister coming to her room to discuss her business plans, including her wedding arrangements.

Although young, Mimi understood the concept of business.

Only Emily understood.

Apparently, the company was planning on investing in a new project which was said to be worth millions. It really seemed to pique an interest in little Mimi, but of course Emily bubbly as always dropped the discussion on the project and began asking Mimi on color themes for her wedding.

Wishing to know more about the companies new project, Mimi decided to drop it as she gazed intently at her sister who was grinning foolishly over her wedding plans. That smile brought joy into Mimi's heart.

With the sound of footsteps approaching her, Mimi looks up to see a pair of cold distant gray eyes stare down at her.

Her half-brother, Seth.