Yuki was half-way through her rant about Divine Justice and the lack of laws to give women the right to beat the snot out of any man who looked her way (which Yuki did anyway), when she was interrupted by the shrill sound of Rika�s voice booming throughout the house.
�YUUUUUUUUKIIIIIII!!!!!� Rika shrieked, �Get your scrawny, overly-masculine ass down here this instant!� Yuki was just about to scream her favorite obscenity in the general direction where Rika�s voice had come, when she was yet again interrupted by her sister�s rambling. �Wow! My voice echoes in this room!� Rika called out, �Hellooooo! Echooooooo!! LA LA LAAAAAAAA!!! Wow, this is cool!! UNDERPANTS!! VAAAGII--� �ALRIGHT ALREADY!!� Yuki roared, putting an abrupt end to both Rika�s monologue and the life of a poor mouse, who died when her incredible voice dropped a lamp-post on the poor creature. Yuki stood up in a huff, grumbling every cuss word under the sun, and stomped her way down the stairs, prompting more interruptions to the various dialogues being held throughout the house, and causing the mouse population to drop considerably. After several minutes, Yuki arrived in the dinning room, which was currently decorated from the ceiling down in streamers, flowers, and portraits of Rika. Yuki made her way to the red-haired tyrant, who was seated at the head of the long dinner table, which was currently over-flowing with all manner of foods, prompting much hate towards Rika from the servants, who hadn�t been fed since Monday. �What?!� Yuki asked when she was comfortably two inches from Rika�s face. �Oh, sister dear,� Rika began, �May I inquire as to the location of my coveted grape jelly-mustard-egg rolls?� Yuki glared evilly at her sister. �There. Right next to you.� She pointed to a plate of disgusting yellow and purple buns, which were oozing some foul substance or another. �Oh! Lovely!� Rika cried delightfully, stuffing about three of said disgusting rolls into her mouth, �That will be all.� She gave a simple wave of her hand to dismiss Yuki. The now furious blue-haired teen turned on her heel and proceeded to the door, only to be called back by her sister the moment she reached the kitchen. �What NOW?� Yuki asked, very exasperated. �Sister, who�s name I cannot possibly think of at the moment,� Rika began, �Could you be a dear and fetch the other peasants for me? Oh wait! How rude of me! Now, what is it you normal folk call one another?� �Um�friends,� Yuki replied, rolling her eyes as hard as she possibly could. �Look, I can�t; I�m busy. Can�t you get Alfonz to do it?� Rika paused briefly between bites of sushi dipped in hot sauce and chocolate, and regarded her sister with a look of sheer bewilderment. �Who?� Again, Yuki rolled her eyes, gritted her teeth, and suddenly though of a new way to kill Rika. However, she quickly changed her mind, figuring that bludgeoning her sister to death would only get blood all over this delicious food. Instead, she smiled sweetly (which for Yuki looks more like a snarling lion). �You may refer to him as �Lowly Slave Number Four,� she informed curtly. �OH! Him! Now I remember,� the red-head replied before beginning to try and drink a full leg of lamb through a straw, �I believe I fired him.� �He�s our uncle!�**********
Several minutes later, after finally giving up on explaining the term �family� to Rika, Yuki angrily agreed to escort the guests to the dining room, if for no other reason than to get away from her sister, whose present was beginning to make her nauseous. She trekked through the unnecessarily long hallways, past the overly decorated and rarely-used bathrooms, through three empty bedrooms, and around the rickety straw huts in the courtyards that housed Rika�s numerous servants. Finally, Yuki reached the den with an exasperated sigh. She took a moment to survey the room, noticing only four people in it. Instead of bothering to remember their names, she referred to them in her head by appointed titles, much the way Rika did. She called out to �Hyperactive Girl-scout,� �Stupid Blonde #3,� �Over-rated Jock Guy,� and �Almost-worth-talking-to Cousin,� as these were the names she knew them by. �Hey, jerk-offs!!,� she grunted loudly, grabbing the attention of all those in the room, �The Cow wants you in the dinning room ASAP, before she changes her mind and fires the food for being too edible.� With that, Yuki turned again and left for the dinning room, leaving a room full of bewildered houseguests behind.**********
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