3:24 am

Her head started to pound, her fingers ached and her eyes felt momentarily relief as she closed them. She did it again. She opened her eyes and clicked on the "next" button.

"After I'm done," Amu muttered. Last Game have been one of her favorite mangas, she needed to finish this.

Amu Hinamori was a silent girl. She preferred to sit in a corner and read a few more pages of Shugo Chara! than go and gossip about frivolous things. It was probably her anti-social tendencies and her unintentional glares that made people want to stay away from her, but then again, it did not bother her. It didn't bother her that she sat alone at lunch or she always had to be partnered last during school projects.

Her parents had been rather paranoid about Amu's relationships with boys. They were always afraid that she would suddenly meet the wrong guy and "elope to a far, far, land" as her father would say. Hence, she was shipped to an all-girls school. It had been already been three years since then. Their house was only a few blocks away from her school while the boys' school was at the other side of the city so there weren't too many boys that roamed around her part of area. Now that she thought about it, she hadn't talked to a boy her age since the start of 9th grade.

Amu gave an unlady-like yawn and trudged to her closet after an epic battle in her mind that convinced her that changing from muddy, smelly clothes to warm pajamas was worth the few minutes to be away from her precious manga.

She looked out of her large window, unimpressed. Her house was surrounded by quite a few others that had a similar height so there was a clear view of the room from the house across from her own. Oh. She had left the blinds open by accident. Laziness and stinging eyes convinced her it didn't matter since the other house was a vacant one and large enough to cover her from any street of perverts lurking around anyways.

Or at least that's what she thought.

It wasn't until the light of the supposed empty room turned on as she was half-way through taking off her shirt that made her remember the moving truck that had been circling around the area yesterday afternoon. A sharp pair of sapphire eyes that belonged to something called a "man" rested upon her. Amu froze.

It was unbelievable that in spite of her situation, her brain, and hormones had managed to clearly inform her that this man was incredibly good-looking.