The rain was pouring hard from the merciless skies above as Hitomi ran hopelessly, weaving her way through the crowded streets looking for any form of shelter from the merciless rain. Luckily, she was just around the corner from home, unfortunately, she ran into him.

As she made her way around that slippery corner, books sliding and one leg in the air for balance, the next thing she knew she was on the ground, staring into a pair of deep mahogany eyes. She felt a blush warm her cold body as she realized the position they were in. Her leg was between his and her hands where on his firm chest. His lightly shaped arms where holding her arms. Hitomi blushed furiously and scrambled off of him. Once she was off him, he moved with lightening speed and was up before she could collect her things.

He stared at her through deep, strong eyes and helped her with her scattered items. She looked up at him, he was rather gorgeous and very odd. His red shirt was sleeveless, exposing those rather sexy arms and a little slit curved over his chest. He obviously worked out. The thing that really got to her was his eyes. They were cold and yet somehow kind. Very kind eyes. He seemed like the kind of person who had been pained and hide it very badly.

He smiled slightly at her and helped her to her feet. Hitomi felt her knees collapse beneath her and she once again found herself in his arms. Those brown eyes softened and his smiled broadened. She smiled meekly and he helped her center herself on the concrete before going on his way.

She shook her head slightly as she realized he was walking away. "Wait!" she called after him. HE turned slightly and looked at her over his shoulder, and Hitomi found herself wanting to be held by him. Her knees buckled slightly but she locked them.

"I never caught your name!" she called. He smiled and a whisper left his thin paled lips.

"Van, Van Fanel." He grinned and turned and kept walking. Hitomi found herself leaning against the wall next to her, her breath shattered and her heart pounding harder than it should have. She took in a couple of deep breaths and made her way up the stairs to her and her roommate's apartment. She put the key in the lock, only to find it unlocked already.

With a shocked look on her face, she found the living room covered in clothes, her roommates and a mans. She was used to seeing these kinds of sights. Yukari, her roommate, and some man's laugh was heard from the living room couch and Hitomi just slammed the door. She heard Yukari and the man gasp, but she just walked to her room down the empty hallway.

Once she was in her "domain" as she called it, she dropped her books and items on her messy desk and collapsed on top of her bed. Her blue comforter was the only thing in her room that brought her comfort, and it was probably the only thing that was tidy.

Her white carpet floor was covered in clothes, some used, others clean. Her dark brown oak desk was cluttered with books, food, and her pet iguana's cage. Her closet was empty except for the boxes of books, clothes, and shoes piled in a corner. She threw off her shoes, aiming for the closet but instead hitting a chair, and peeled off her wet jacket, top, and pants and she pulled on a dry tank top and jeans. She lay on her bed, slightly cold and topless, and yet a wicked grin was spread across her face.

She remembered those eyes. Those mysterious eyes that seemed to peer into her empty and confused soul. Hitomi sat up and walked to her desk and opened the drawer. She pulled out a little gold plated box with a turquoise (her birth stone) cut into a diamond shape lay on the top. Her name was engraved with beautiful blue paint and she brushed the dusty top affectionately. She walked dot her bed and lifted the small bronze handle. The black velvet that lined the insides of the chest seemed preserved even though the items it contained were thrashed and tattered. She lifted out a beautiful diamond and turquoise necklace and looked at it affectionately.

The soft light of her desk lamp caught the stones perfectly and the diamond reminded her once again of those eyes. She clutched the necklace hard in her hand and sighed. She knew she would never meet him again. The handsome man by the name of Van Fanel. She released a breath that showed her disappointment and pain at the thought of never seeing him again, but her sensible mind drove the pain from her head and she allowed herself to think optimistically and she knew, somewhere deep inside, she'd see him again.

That's when the music started playing. Annoying, ear shattering music blared through the thick walls and it. Hitomi rolled her eyes, laid the case on her bed and pounded against the wall with her fist. The music stopped for a second then someone pounded back and the music started again, even louder.

Hitomi snorted in protest and walked out of her room and into the hall. The man's clothes were gone and Yukari was smoking on the couch, her top and bra off, watching TV.

"I'm going to go yell at that neighbor of ours." Hitomi announced and slammed the front door behind her.

Yukari just rolled her eyes and changed the channel.

Hitomi banged on her next-door-neighbors wooden door with furry fists. She heard the locks turn through the music and when the door opened, a cloud of smoke blocked her sight and made her gag.

"What do you want?" a mans voice bit. She managed to make out the figure of a man with long blonde hair that was loosely pulled back and his blue eyes where dilated. Behind him was a man with pale skin and white hair and pinkish eyes.

"Um, could you guys turn it down," she held up her index and thumb finger and looked down a bit. The guy with white hair shoved the blonde aside. He flipped open his lighter and an odd blue flame emerged. "And why should we?" He grinned menacingly.

Because I want to sleep soon…." She trailed off before someone cut her off. A very familiar voice erupted behind her, "And because you assholes need to keep it down." The voice was menacing and when Hitomi turned around she saw Yukari's boyfriend behind her. Hitomi let out a sigh she hadn't realized she was holding.

HE looked down at her and smiled. "Hitomi, go inside, and tell Yukari I'll be right there." Hitomi smiled and scuttled past him and into the room next door. She slowly closed the door and within moments the music stopped. She went to the living room and tossed Yukari a shirt. "Amano's home." She whispered and Yukari's eyes widened. She threw the shirt over her just in time for Amano to walk through the door, wiping blood on the cloth in his pocket.

Hitomi scuttled to her room to leave the two lovers to their piece. She worshiped the silence that Amano had brought and fell against her bed. She rolled over and looked at the still open jewelry box. The diamond and turquoise necklace was laid on the bed and Hitomi gently tucked it away.

She walked over and put the box away in its drawer and took off her pants and shirt and crawled into bed. The down of the comforter erased all of the cold she felt because of the rain, and she suddenly remembered the touch of those slender arms and molded chest.

She sighed hopelessly and a single tear fell onto her pillow.