I used to be a passionate writer. College kicked my teeth in and I lost my appetite for writing. Now that college and I have broken up for good (ahem, I graduated), I'm experimenting with trying to encourage a new zeal to grow inside of me to become the writer I used to want to be. So, for a first step, I am revisiting old fanfics from a decade ago. I am re-posting my most popular, and unfinished, fiction and, gasp, setting up shop to finish the tale. The chapters I had already posted a decade ago are left untouched, as I think it would be interesting to compare my writing from when I was in middle school to my postgraduate status writing. I feel I had more passion back in middle school. More oomph. I'm trying to touch that magic again. Here we go. Are you ready?

P.S. How does one...uh...format in fanfiction? All of my documents are loading without paragraph indentations, etc...

Intrigued by Innocence

" There she is..."

" That's her?"

" Hn."

" She is enchanting but strange. Why does such a beautiful ingenue have a haunting aura about her."

" Let's just get this over with."

A sea of people over flowed the large Dorlain Manor on the eve of a full moon. A masque was being held in honor of a young girl's birthday. Her 16th to be exact. All of high nobility was invited to attend the extravagant home donning masks, for the invitation specified it was a masquerade ball. It was the most awaited event for the month, all were trying to outdo each others costumes.

As aristocrats entered the Dorlain Manor, their eyes feasted on the lush design and high ceilings of the ballroom. An orchestra was placed in the right corner playing the waltz. Couples covered the floors dancing hand in hand. Women gossiped to each other about who was old and new money, paying no heed to the birthday girl. Men exchanged hero stories that they probably made up one lonely night.

Out of the crowd of rich nobles, one girl caught the attention of all men as she passed. Wives glared daggers and made catty remarks as their respected husbands eyes widened. The girl wore a deep scarlet dress that clung to her body and flared to the floor. Her sandy blonde hair was put up in a french twist and her lips were painted in an extremely dark shade of red. She clung to her mask of black feathers tightly to her side as she passed her admirers. 'Finally, someone I know...'

The girl stopped in front of a young man whose long, platinum blond hair hung down his back. His icy blue eyes were focused on a man in front of him, they were obviously in a deep conversation. ' Probably about money...' The girl, losing patience, cleared her throat loudly. The young man stared down at her, obviously happy she had interrupted.

" I'm sorry to disturb you of your conversation gentlemen but may I please have the pleasure of dancing with my brother."

" My dear, go on and have fun with your brother. I am sure our conversation can be continued later, right Milliardo?"

" Come Relena, let us show these aristocrats how to dance elegantly." Relena giggled and took Milliardo's hand. Slowly they made their way through the crowd.

" I am sorry to inform you dear brother, but this dance requires the exchange of partners quite often."

" Well that is alright. Happy Birthday Relena...oh and thank you for getting me out of that conversation."

" Your very welcome, just remember you owe me one."

Milliardo laughed even though Relena was dead serious. Her face showed it , she had every intention not to let her brother get off that easily.

Two men watched the girl intently, exchanging a few words from a darkened corner of the grand ballroom. One of the men displayed a wide grin on his face, violet eyes, and an amusing braid, which made him seem friendly and playful. The other man was silent, with unruly brown hair that hung over his face, making his features undescribable. Yet, you could still identify the prussian blue eyes that held intensity. His long, black trenchcoat he wore had an air of death around it.

" Who is that man by the girl Heero?"

" That is the brother, his name is Milliardo..."

" So whatcha going to do?"

" Get her away from him...you stay here Duo."

Duo looked onward as Heero's form disappeared into the crowd. Slowly he brought his champagne filled glass to his mouth and took a sip. Hearing the eleven chimes, Duo turned his gaze to clock. ' Better hurry...'