I am currently reediting this story and until I'm done. I won't post any new chapters. It shouldn't take long though so don't worry to much about that.

DOTS Prologue:

Have you ever seen a shooting star?

I have, plenty of them actually. I remember lazing around in my backyard looking up into the dark blue sky. I would always silently wonder if stars were really just souls of the lost. Or if shooting stars were really just the souls of the stars themselves searching for something or someone amongst the skyline.

With this thought in mind I looked away from the "souls" in the dark abyss to glance beside me, taking in the view of my sleeping companion. Sure sleeping in the middle of the field was odd, but being odd was just what he did.

For example: He would always leave me these little clues when I was busy trying to tell me something without making it obvious to me. Like maybe a spider web for a saying like "The most beautiful pieces of art is nature itself." These are just a few he'd use, silly little sayings that he never believed in himself. He would always insist on me playing along or else he'd go into one of his flamboyant fits he was so famous for. It really didn't matter because in the end we'd both know that I would figure it out quickly after the first few "gifts". Though, he would always continue to leave me more even if I told him what the answer to his riddle was. He was determined to finish the game. He was just so bored, at least that would be his reasoning behind having to play his weird little games.

When he first noticed my interest in the stars he questioned it at first, wondering what was so special about them.

"They're companions to the moon" I grinned as I told him. I remember the anger that seeped from him when I answered in a riddle. I always found it funny since he was always answering things in riddles himself, but hated it when somebody else did. Then again that's just one of his oddball characteristics… he has probably talked in riddles his whole life without even noticing, however long his life may have been.

Pushing down the sudden thoughts that flourished just by glancing at him, I turned my focus to his moon bright hair.

He had said it had gotten a little darker since entering this world. I couldn't see it any brighter than it is now though; it was as pale as the loving moon. I always wanted to see how it would feel against my fingertips; if it was rough and bumpy or soft as silk without so much as a kink damaging it. Of course if I even got remotely close to his hair he'd most likely cut my hand off willingly or he might do it on impulse if I tried while he slept.

I felt a small smile tug at my lips as he let out a soft groan. He was stiff from sleeping on the hard ground and he stretched a little as he opened his eyes looking straight at me with those deep purple orbs.

"How much longer do you plan on staying out here, brat? This grass isn't the best bed to sleep on you know…''

"Just go on without me, I might come in later." I responded even if it was in vain. I knew he would be too stubborn to let me do what I want instead of what he wanted.

"No."

"I swear you are like a child." I sighed brushing my dark hair back before looking back at him. The phrase quickly made him angry. His skin turned a slight tint of pink. A classic sign he was about to go off.

"Now listen here you mortal girl…"
I rolled my eyes ignoring the rest of his little rant. I lay back down on the grass gazing back out to the stars enjoying their beauty until my companion decided to break my bubble of peace by blocking my view.

"You are blocking my way." I mumbled rudely.

"That's a good way to talk to a Demon lord." He growled annoyed with me.

"You're not a demon." I scoffed, infuriating him even further.

"Watch yourself." He warned. He was using that voice again… the one that meant he was serious. It sounded deeper and a little rougher than normal.

"Fine." I replied before suddenly pulling the white haired man down by his shirt on to a spot right next to me. Surprised by my boldness he didn't reject it, allowing himself to be moved out of place.

"Really… What do you see in those stars that are so much more interesting than me?" He grumbled with what sounded like jealously.
I allowed a small laugh to escape my lips.

"Do you really want to know?"

"…Yes"

"Well you see…" He scooted closer to me curious of what I had to say. However, instead of telling I shot up and ran away leaving behind a pissed off "Demon Lord".

I set down the diary I found in the subway and stared down at its first entry. I shouldn't have read any of it I know, but it didn't seem like the owner who had dropped it was coming back for it.

I had chased after her but I had lost the black haired girl within the crowd and decided to just give it back if I ever saw her again which will most likely be never.

My thoughts returned to what I just read disturbed.

A demon lord? White hair? Purple eyes?
Maybe I didn't want to meet this girl again. Clearly she was delusional. Then again…

She could have been writing a book…
But, even if she wasn't that gave a chance that this white-haired man was real.

A rush of wonder whisked through my body. I've always loved stuff like this and it made me desperately want to read more. I resisted trying to think.

If this man really does exist, I want to meet him.
But, where was I to start? I looked back to the diary.

The girl. If I found the girl, I would find him.

I searched the cover of the diary admiring the drawings of constellations drawn over the cover while looking for a name. There wasn't one.

Well, now what? Read the rest of the diary, maybe? Surely her name or his would be mentioned somewhere in here.

I flipped to the next entry.

It's worth a try.