His eyes….golden as the pendant that hung along her delicate neck. His eyes were the most beautiful part of this man Rin thought as her paint brush lightly patted in the coloring around his pupils. Once she added the last touches she was surprised at how realistic they looked. It was as if he were looking down on her instead of a painted image.

Rin sat back on her stool to look at her work. She had the basic features of him drawn in with pencil, which she'd go over with paint later, so only the man's eyes were colored in. Being the only things in color the eyes seemed to tantalize her just as they had in her dream.

"Perfect," she whispered as she halfway smirked. At least her painting was doing him justice. She looked away for a moment to grab for some other colors to start on the markings on his cheeks.

As she grabbed a magenta colored paint, she pulled back her memory of that dream that she had gone through the night before…

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Rin sat on her futon in the middle of her bedroom and rubbed her eyes somewhat waking herself. She had thought she had heard something in the room next to hers.

She lived in a small hotel with a bunch of other girls, which had previously been watched by an elderly woman. But she had passed and her husband ran the hotel now. The hotel's purpose was to shelter homeless women with food and a roof over their heads. It worked just like a hotel, except the rate was a lot cheaper.

She was forced to stay here while she finished off college as an Art major. She hadn't been able to sell any paintings, and all her savings were gone in a little over a month. She promised the elderly man that she'd pay him back once she was able to get her degree and sell some of her work. Unfortunately that's what all the girls living there said, and some were well into their sixties.

She grabbed her blanket and covered her mouth when the noise she heard before sounded again. It was a soft squeaking of the floor boards and the sound of feet rustling against the rugged floors. It wasn't uncommon for some of the women to bring men over. There could be a rowdy couple next door to her.

She tensed up when the sound of rustling feet was heard again and the loud banging of the door sounded nearby. She scrunched into a ball and waited for the banging to stop, and after a couple of seconds it did. Only for the rustling to start and another set of banging to begin.

This time it sounded louder, closer.

She threw her blanket over her head and began to shake. She just hoped whoever it was didn't come to her door.

The banging stopped and the feet moved again. The door next to Rin's was the next victim of the person's vicious banging. This time she froze, it sounded like whoever it was wasn't in that good of a mood. What if it were a killer looking for their next victim?

She bit her lower lip when she heard the rustling of feet from inside the room head towards the door.

She held in her breath when she heard the sliding door swing open and the familiar sound of her neighbor's voice ringing out into the hallway.

She couldn't hear what she was saying, but she sounded angry. Who wouldn't be when some crazy person was banging on their door this early in the morning?

She let out a breath when she heard her neighbor's door shut and the rustling of feet that thankfully missed her room. Whoever it was must've been looking for the girl who lived next door to her. At least that scare was over.

She popped her head out from her blanket and took a large gulp of air before nestling more comfortably on her futon. She was just about to doze off when the feet came back. She heard the rustling of the feet against the rug even before it stopped in front of her door.

She looked towards her door and saw the vague outline of someone standing there, as if waiting for her to invite them in. She shrunk back into her blankets and waited for the person to go away.

"He has the wrong door," she murmured to herself, "the wrong door that's all," she reassured herself.

The person continued to stand in front of her door and, seeming to lose patience with her, outstretched their arm and grabbed the door handle with their hand. Within a second the door was swung open and a man glared down at her from her hiding spot. His jaw was set in annoyance and his thin eyebrows were furrowed forward on his face making him look menacing. Adding to his already angered mood his lips were pulled back in small evidence of a sneer.

He looked absolutely deadly, and beautiful.

On each cheek were identical magenta strips that framed his high cheekbones and in between his bangs was a blue crescent moon. His skin was as pale as the moon. To add to the strangeness of this man he also had long straight silver hair. But long hair had lost fashion years ago. There wasn't any man that would be caught dead with it now.

He also was in what looked like a kimono, but from years and years ago. It even had armor on it, and was pure white excluding the red sleeves.

"What do-do you want?" Rin stammered and looked away not able to handle his icy golden gaze. The man said nothing, but took a step into her room. Rin gaped at him and pushed her palms against her futon to move into a sitting position.

"You can't come in here! You're not invited!" she shrieked as the man began to walk towards her. She pulled the blanket up her body and covered her face partially with it, like it would protect her. His arm outstretched towards her and just as he bent down to her eye level, he vanished. Rin blinked twice before she fell back onto her futon in a faint.

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