Lucy Underwood, Senior Class President!

With amber colored eyes, long black hair that is worn in a traditional Japanese style and a heart-shaped face, the casual observer might mistake you for a native Japanese girl. They would be wrong.

While your ancestry is almost entirely Japanse you are an American citizen, whose family moved back to Japan for business reasons when you were eight. Now, ten years later, you've mostly re-assimilated into your ancestral culture. About a dozen charms are hidden in your backpack, and you have been hanging plaques for luck in your love life at the shrine in your neighborhood every Monday night without fail. You don't need to any more: sort of... Victory has been achieved in that area: but just because things are going well NOW doesn't mean they will continue to do so. So, you send prayers of thanksgiving now instead of asking for aid, but keep hanging those plaques regular as clockwork.

Those charms are working well too! You're among the top performing students in your class, not a single test since the beginning of high school has scored under a 90%: you already have scholarships offers to a dozen major universities: both here and in the states... You're also one of the most popular girls in school, unsurprising since you are the graduating class president: or is that the other way around? Your schedule is PACKED, student council meetings, archery club meetings, yearbook club meetings, poetry slams, painting, amateur art exhibitions, homework, AP classes, your weekly shrine visit: AND, if you manage to find time: your one vice: video games.

No one at school knows, but you are obsessed with video games! OK, everyone's aware you're like the popular/nerd fusion to end all popular/nerds: but they don't understand the insane degree of obsession you put into collecting, and occasionally, (if you're lucky,) playing, video games. You have EVERY* (and I do mean all) Pokemon game ever made, but that's only the tiniest tip of the iceberg! ALL the Final Fantasy games, every last version of "Oregon Trail" ever made, (and the hyper-specialized relic tech required to play some of them...) and the whole Pikmin series, amongst hundreds of others. You figure you should be able to play through them all by the time you're about 120... (Hey, advances in medical science: and your firm goal is to retire from your day job before you turn 50...)
*(Even "Pokemon: Uranium", and, just to make things weird: are hard at work programming and drawing "Pokemon: Plutonium"! All the other main-line type games have at least two versions...)

As you may imagine your parents are RICH, between themselves, yourself, and your siblings the family owns a 2% Share in the Sumitomo Mitsui Financial Group and up to 0.5% of many of the other Sumitomo Group businesses. This might not sound like very much, but in total, the family investments yield over Ten Billion Yen of income annually. Your personal income, of which your parents let you have 25% as an allowance, (with the rest going in equal shares to three trusts that you will receive direct control of when you turn 21: a college fund, a medical fund, and marriage fund,) is almost five-hundred-million yen, leaving you with around one-hundred-twenty-five million yen per year that you can spend as you wish: or put another way, 2,403,000 a WEEK, which is more than the average salaryman makes in a YEAR.

Now you might be wondering how this happened? Your parents are evasive about the details, but, (after YEARS of badgering and hiring a private detective to look into it:) it seems that there was a secret major multinational investor meeting in one of the Twin Towers on 9-11-2001. When the courts finally settled, your father inherited a lot of shares from several major power players in the Sumitomo Mitsui Financial Group. He then made a gift of a significant percentage of them to you, your mother, and your four siblings: with the largest percentage, of course, going to your mom. This was done to make himself a less attractive target for **** and to ensure that his wife and children (if they were prudent,) would never lack for monetary stability.

Now a sudden influx of wealth like this often tears a family apart, but in this case, it didn't for several reasons, one being that your parents were already independently wealthy. Your father met your mother through a matchmaking service in Oregon, where he grew up when he was in his late 20s, and already a millionaire. Through a series of five eliminations, he narrowed down a pool of over 200 initial applicants to only her, and then dropped a bombshell: this process was only to find a fiancee: not a wife. They'd been on three dates at that point: they would "continue to date at least weekly for a year before [he] would even discuss marriage again" your father told her.

Your father's resolve lasted all of three months: your mother's lasted NINE. (Not twelve, nine...) on February 29th, 1996: your mother proposed. Your father handed her a handmade heart-shaped box: and walked away. Inside were 12 pairs of ladies gloves: the traditional compensation in western culture for refusing a woman's proposal. However, your father was not cruel or stupid: though the gloves were visible through a layer of tissue paper: on top of it was a smaller box with a glass top, containing one of those wooden hand position study things, (like yourself, your mother is an artist, though her medium is colored pencil where you are a painter,) glued onto the ring finger of which was what was to become her wedding ring, and a note: "This is for you, but you can't wear it without a dress and veil to match, plus two amazing little words: 'I DO'..."

They were married on the one-year anniversary of their first date.

Your older brother James Komodori Underwood Junior was born at two weeks past full term eight months later... (Not nine, EIGHT...) You followed roughly two years after that: Eighteen years, Two months, and Fifteen days ago...

That brings us back to the now.

As was mentioned above you are dating someone...