~Eight•Years•Ago~
Ambrosia looked at the puzzle she had received from her grandfather for her seventh birthday. Her amethyst eyes showed with confusion.
"What's this, Mommy?" she inquired, looking up at her mother.
"You're grandpa sent it to you, Ambrosia," her father replied, monotoned.
"It's made of gold," she noted, gaily "What is it supposed to be in the end?"
"Wouldn't you rather play with you're new dolls?" her mother attempted, holding up the present she had given Ambrosia.
"Actually," she replied "I'm going to go work on putting this together. Wish me luck!" With that, Ambrosia skipped off to her room, leaving all of her other presents in the sitting room.
"Harold," her mother sighed, once Ambrosia was out of ear-shot "Call your father and tell him not to send any more of his ridiculous 'games'. Ambrosia must focus on her studies. We already gave him her twin... What's his name again?"
"Fuji or something like that," Ambrosia's father waved away "Regardless, I'll call him when I get around to it."
"Excellent," she nodded "Good night, Harold. I'm going to bed."
"Good night, Deity," he returned "Pleasant dreams."
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Dancing In The Dark
RandomSince birth, Ambrosia Moto has been living with her wealthy, million-dollar-company-owning parents, completely unaware of the brother she has. Now, fifteen years later, this brother has made his way into the media... And her parents told her he was...
