Chapter One: Out of the blue, it's time for...Reaper appearance number one!

It was only just over three years ago, but already the feeling of absolute comfort was sinking in. It worried Neku, because usually this resulted in emo-ness and meant something drastic was beginning to take place. The Tin Pin fever was still on a "slam"...meaning roll, and CAT's street art popularity was beginning to move overseas, where thousands of mostly American and European fans gazed on in wonder.

It annoyed Neku that a larger portion of the world now knew about CAT, as before it had been his own personal motive in his life. Also, playing the Game had also opened his eyes, as he realised he wasn't the only hardcore CAT fan. This shock had brought a change in him to accept other people, even if he didn't understand them.

So, after brooding over his past self centeredness, he opened his eyes. He realised after two minutes of staring at the computer screen, he had fallen asleep in his most prised chair. In his clothes.

He blinked, and looked to the hook where the cord for the venetian blinds was wrapped around, and upon his discovery of an unwrapped cord, helped the sunlight assume control on his messy room.

Rooms are almost always messy in one way or another. They help develop character personality. For example, if Koki Kariya's room was like Neku's, it would be completely understandable, but if the Iron Maiden (tremble in her might) were to have a messy room, something would most certainly be terribly wrong. I guess it just depends on how it is messy and how it became messy. Anyway, Neku's was bearably messy, suggesting he had some spare time and also had nothing to fill up floor space.

He looked at the chat window still hovering expectantly on the new 25 inch flat panel computer screen designed and decorated by CAT, and saw several instant messages sent that morning, from the usual gang.

They all mentioned something along the lines of 'Happy birthday!!', and Shiki demanded he be dressed by nine a.m.

It could only mean one thing.

Neku's hand found its way to his face, and slapped it hard.

Is there ANYONE in this room who forgot it was their eighteenth?

He ran a quick checklist. Am I dressed?... Yes, I think so...



And faster than he thought, his checklist was complete. The anticipated knocks on the door arrived, and he managed to groan loud enough to give permission to enter.

The Birthday Treatment began, as all dodgy stories about Isabella and the Fairies: Birthday Party stories begin. Yes, its okay, I made it up.

Violently attacked by Shiki, who smashed a large black wrapped package around his head, our victim demanded an explanation as to why his birthday was so important. Nobody answered, so he changed the topic. The smug faces stared back at him.

"TODAY, everybody!" Shiki broadcasted, "We are going to the WildKat!"

"...But we go there everyday..." Rhyme mumbled.

"I'm not done yet! AND THEN" Shiki started a silent drum roll, "WE GO TO SEE THE PRINCE!"

Sounds like Shiki's perfect day, sighed Neku reluctantly.

Alright, off we go then, said the narrator.

Howdy, this be the narrator! Birthdays are a well explored topic, but I guarantee this birthday is worse than all the others. Meaning you will have a massive explosion of laughter, and probably remove the link to this story you pasted on your blog, cause it was so pointless.

Except it's not, because it is providing a Otaku Fan Girl like myself with something to do when she's bored. And, if you're a Koki fan, prepare yourself for a shock. (Shuto style) Daan-daan-daaaa