Chapter 1

The soft, constant sound of rain hitting the roof broke me from my bored, dazed state. Looking around, I was as alone as I had been for the past few days now. Watari, my assistant, had left town, with my consent of course, to attend a funeral, and, as I carelessly pushed off lingering candy-wrappers and and crumbs from my desk to the grubby looking carpet below, I realized that not many chores got done when he wasn't around.

Not to mention I hadn't had a decent meal since he left. Because although I did indeed consume more sweets than was natural for a person, Watari always seemed to manage to squeeze in a salad, or sometimes even a ham sandwich, into my diet.

I pushed myself off the office chair where I had been perched idly for a couple of hours with nothing to do but gaze out into space. Slouching over to my (very unused) futon, I lay back, and closed my eyes, attempting to fall into an unconscious state which allows us humans to rest the body. But alas, I have yet to be successful in what should be a very normal part of life for most people. After some time of lying as still as I possibly could (my new theory that this is how most people fall asleep), my phone buzzed in my pocket, and I took it out reluctantly.

"Yes?" I spoke in my monotonous, low tone of voice.

"We have an unconcious girl here sir." The captain of chief of police spoke in a gruff voice through the speaker.

"Why are you telling ME that?" I asked, annoyed.

"Well, sir, this girl is…strange."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, sir she seems to know who you are."

"Well, darn. Guess you have to send her up…"

"Yes, sir!"

I hung up the phone, and decided to open up another box of bon-bons.

As I was unwrapping my fifth piece of candy, a knock on the door sounded, and I shuffled over to answer, all the while finding how weird it was that Watari wasn't here to do this for me.

"Sir!" The chief bellowed (what I think was a greeting), as best he could while trying to uphold the girl that lay limply in his arms.

"Yo…" I gave a half-hearted wave, inviting him in as I relaxed into back into my seat. "So, tell me, how does this girl "know" me, hm?"

"Well, sir, she came to the station in quite a state. She only said she needed "to help Ryuzaki" before she passed out on the floor. Quite a shock to us when it happened, I tell you." The chief explained.

"Well…" I glanced at her, and sighed heavily. "Alright, put her on my bed for now"-

"You have a bed, sir? I didn't know you slept..."

After I had escorted the chief out, I made my way to my bedroom, where I sat at the edge, observing the young girl (who looked about two years younger than myself. Her hair was a dirty blonde color, almost golden, and she seemed to have an innocent look about her. She wore a plain black top and a pair of dark blue skinny jeans. A single, golden cross hung from around her neck, and she was barefoot.

I hadn't actually been very near to many females since I was a child, and even then, I didn't think of them as anything more than part of the human race. Now, as I drew closer to the sleeping form, it seemed as though I had never seen a woman before in my entire life.

Blinking down at this extraordinary creature, I wondered the most strangest of things, such as how soft her skin would feel if I put my fingers to her cheek, or where this aroma came from, and why it smelled so sweet to the senses. Were females always so interesting and...different?

Bright blue eyes suddenly met my own stone-cold black ones, and a loud, piercing scream filled the room, and rang in my ears. Maybe I was wrong…females were still women when it came to surprising situations…

"Calm down…" I sighed, retreating from the bed and to the other (safer) side of the room.

"W-Who are you!?" She yelled at me. I blinked.

"Who am I?" I spoke in confusion. "I thought YOU knew that…That's why you're here!"

"What are you talking about!? I-I've never seen you in my l-life!"

"Well you sure had us fooled at the police station, missy…"

"Police station? I w-was at the…police station?"

After a moment, comprehension dawned on her face, and she pointed a thin finger at me.

"You…You're L..?"

"Good job, missy. Now, who are you?"