Yet another Shugo Chara Fic! Please Enjoy!

I don't own Shugo Chara.

-Someone's POV-

It had been years, many long, hard depressing years. Yes, let me repeat. Many long, hard depressing years. I'm not sure why, I had to choose the hard path in life. Nothing occurred to me, at the time that it would be a bad Idea. Not until, I was older. Twenty to be exact. I had indeed, gone wrong with life, and needed a boost, a helping hand. Nobody considered me, as much as themselves. I enjoyed it at times, in my quiet space. My art studio, staring into my blank white tablet. It made me smile, but I was still depressed inside.

It was true. Miki, Su, and Ran. They were truly gone, used up, completed. I knew they would be happy for me, but I was better off, with them. After they left, Which was when I was eighteen, I became an artist, with a clash of a Model. I was forced into modeling, by none other than my mother. When I was nineteen, casting my life into horror. After the long days of modeling, I found myself, at home, in my art studio, like previously mentioned. Sketching on my paper, or covering it with paint. That reminded me of Miki.

So me, Amu Hinamori, Have been an Artist, a Famous artist at that, for two years. Also a famous Model for one (Which I hated.) .

I had no boyfriend, I basically lived on my own. A wonderful, three floored house. It smelt like roses, when the maids rushed about doing their cleaning. I enjoyed having long talks with them, Aika, Emi, and Hoshi. They were all wearing the same, light blue dresses with white ruffled Aprons. While I, wore my black miniskirt, with red knee socks. My boots normally were black, my much liked shirt was elbow length on my arms, and was black and red striped.

I walked on up to my room, third floor, biggest room. The balcony had ocean view, which my art studio shared the same. My bed, was a lovely king size, which I placed myself carefully on. Then a knock on the door startled me.

"Miss Hinamori? May I come in?" It was one of the maids, Emi I presumed. Emi was a black haired lady in her 20's like myself. Her hair was shoulder length, but she kept it in a neat ponytail.

"Yeah, come on in." I sighed, but smiled. The door opened. "Just call me Amu, please."

"Y-yes Miss Hin- I mean Amu." I laughed, but in a good way.

"Emi, Do you know what the Chef is cooking for dinner?" I asked, after glancing over at my clock, it was almost five- 4:48 to be exact.

"I believe its Quiche, and Zakuro pie for desert. Is that of your liking?" Emi looked a bit worried.

"Yes, that's fine. One of my favourites actually." I smiled. Then Hoshi knocked on the rim of the doorframe, since it was already open.

"May I come in?" She politely asked. In her hands were her new modeling clothes, perfectly folded. Hoshi was a blonde, with short lower ear length hair. She was actually in her early 30's.

"Of course! It makes me happy to talk to you guys." Amu casually said. The saying made both Hoshi and Emi smile. Emi then continued her busy daily work of cleaning the room.

"T-thank you Miss Hinamori." Hoshi slowly walked into the room.

"Please, call me Amu." I said, after remembering that I reminded Emi to call me Amu too.

"Okay, Amu." She walked a little quicker, across my room towards my bed. She carefully placed them on the bed.

"Would you like me to show you the new clothes? These are tests, not the actual ones so Its alright…" She got interrupted by me.

"Its alright. I'll look at them before I sleep." I said. Then stood up. "I'm going to work on my art now, I have several to be done." Then I bowed to them, and left to the connecting room. Emi quickly rushed after me.

"Amu, Your younger sister Ami-Chan is coming for dinner, you know of this, right?" She asked me.

"Yes, I do. Thank you for making sure." I nodded. Ami… She's almost 12 now. I haven't seen her since I became a Model, I've missed her. I will be happy to finally see her again. I wonder if Aika had finished the dress she said she wanted to make. I should ask her on the way to dinner.

I got out a new tablet when Emi left. I sharpened a pencil, and began to sketch. I didn't know what I was drawing, but when I was finished, I loved it. I could Identify it, as a sketch of Ami when she was younger. I went through my cupboards in the room, and wrapped the picture. I put it between two cardboard pieces first though. With the present, I walked downstairs, to Aika's room.

The second floor seemed much bigger than the top floor, since My room took up quite a bit of the floor. I walked over to Aika's door, and knocked.

"Aika-san? Are you there?" I asked.

"Y-yeah! Amu, is there something you need?" I heard her run to the door, then it opened. Aika had long brown hair, that went to her waist. Normally, she kept it in two braids. She was younger than me, actually. She was 17. I told her, that she should become a seamstress, but she said that she enjoyed living here with me. Some day, I will help her become a seamsress, I know it.

"Oh, I just wanted to know if you had finished that dress you were planning on making for my sister." I asked.

"Yeah! Would you like to see?" She invited me into her room. I slowly walked in. She had two smaller rooms connecting out to the sides. She rushed into one, then came back with a light pink, lacy dress. I was sure Ami would like it.

"Do you think she'll like it?" Aika asked.

"Yeah! She'll surely love it!" I exclaimed. "Its such magnificent work!"

"Do you think so?" Aika asked surprisingly.

"Yes!" I said, It truly was magnificent.

"Thank you." She said, bowing. "We should be getting downstairs for dinner now. Miss Ami should be getting here soon." She reminded me. I had actually forgotten about dinner.

"Yeah, your right. Lets get going." We walked out of Aika's room, and headed down to the first floor. It smelt delectable. The smell of fresh Quiche and Zakuro pie.

When we got downstairs, we arrived in the main room, where the staircase from the central floor ended. The room was large, there were several doorways leading to other rooms, and then the door that we left and came in through. The doorbell rang, then Aika answered it to find Ami. Ami was wearing a Small yellow dress, with yellow rimming. The collar and cuffs were ruffled. She was much taller than I would have suspected her to be.

"ONEE-SAN!" She yelled, when she ran through the door and fell on top of me, when she pounced.

"H-Hi Am-AHH! THAT HURTS!" Amu squealed when her sister had uncomfortably landed on her.

"I missed you so much Onee-san!" Ami said, then got off of me.

"I missed you too, I haven't seen you in about a year." I said with a sad face, but she cheered me up with her smile.

"Dinner will be held in the Dining room in ten minutes." Aika said before leaving.

"Okay, thanks." I said. Ami just nodded.

"So do you want to come for dinner first? Or hang out in one of the other rooms for a couple minutes?" I asked. She had never been in my house before. She'd love it here for the time she was staying… which was… I have no Idea how long.

"We should go to dinner first! I'm starving!" She said, then grabbed my hand.

"Okay, Lets head to the dining room." I lead her to the dining room, which was on the east side of the building. There were many windows on the side, some of which were stained glass, the others were clear. The ceiling was high, and there was a brilliant glass chandelier hanging high above. In the centre of the room, there was a long cherry wood table, surrounded with several chairs. On the walls there were paintings and other objects you may find in this kind of Dining room. Ami chose a seat next to me, where we ate Quiche, with several other side dishes of vegetables and other specialties.

During the meal, I wanted to straighten out a few of the things that I was curious about.

"So, Ami-Chan, how long are you supposed to stay here for?" I asked her. The longer the better, I thought. Who knows how long it would be before I could see her again.

"Until February." Ami replied. I was shocked; It was only the beginning of October!

"Wow! Really? We're going to have so much fun!" I exclaimed. Truly happy about these events, I was.

It's much longer than I expected the chapter to be, but it was really easy to write though.