XxAllenNlavixX - I'm sorry for the confusion, but some of you may be thinking that this story was copied. My old account was GunslingerGirl555-and-AllenNlavi. Myself being AllenNlavi obviously. I thought that having two people on one account would get confusing to some and I thought my best friend would be happier to have her own account, seeing as it was her's originally. So I hope there won't be any misunderstanding, m'kay?

The only sound that could be heard in the stillness of the night was the quiet, insistent tick-tock of the alarm clock that was next to the bedside. Waiting smugly on the nightstand, for the opportunity to wake the owner from restful slumber. To bad that was not the case for two reasons. One: said owner was none other than Yuuri Decole. He had never had restful nights. Two: said owner was currently staring blankly at the ceiling, already awake. No, this clock would not get the satisfaction of awakening anyone from sleep. The clock screamed in angry red letter; 5:33 A.M.. Already awake anyway, Yuuri slowly sat up in the bed, looking around the dark room. The city lights were the only thing illuminating in the room, but it was enough for him to see.

Yuuri stood up slowly and winced a little at the sudden movement that caused his stiff body to whine in protest. Ignoring it, he walked out of the master bedroom to the connected bathroom. After shutting the door and turning to the mirror he sighed, placing both hands on either side of the marble counter-top. He peered up slowly from his long black lashes staring at his reflection in the mirror. He knew he wasn't lacking in the looks department, but he wasn't the type of person to brag about it either. Just getting up from bed, his black hair was disheveled and sticking out in different directions. Not that it looked much different from normal anyway.

He had clear black eyes, but the pain and loneliness he felt was clearly shown in them.. He didn't have to put on his carefully constructed mask here. His ears had a large variety of piercing that went up the entire length of both ears. His pale skin that contrasted greatly with his dark hair. His skin was perfect and un marked, except for one lone thing, the scar that ran up and through his left eye.

He remembered clearly how he got it and a visible shudder ran through his body. Shaking away the darkening thought that were threatening to make themselves known, he pushed up off the counter and made his way to the shower.

He discarded his boxers and stepped under the needle like spray of the shower. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the tiles, allowing his tense muscles to relax under the warm spray. The once warm water of the shower began to chill, snapping Yuuri out of his daydream.

"SHIT! Cold!" he cursed loudly as he shut the water off.

Grabbing the towel off of the rack, he wrapped it around his waist securely before walking back into the bedroom. He stopped to observe his bedroom for a moment. The entire back wall was a huge window over looking the city from his high floor penthouse. The master bed was pushed up against the same wall. The blankets were silk and a soft honey gold color that contrasted against the dark black headboard. Two black matching nightstands adorned either side of the bed. On the other side of the room, was a large black dresser with matching black wardrobe. And of course, one of the most important things, was his baby grand piano. He hadn't played for awhile because it reminded him of the times he played for his family. His mother had loved the piano, even though she couldn't play. She entered Yuuri is lessons at the age of five. People had said that Yuuri was a musical prodigy. Yuuri remembered his mother's face, the way her eyes would light up when he wrote her a new composition.

He swallowed back the lump forming in his throat and quickly walked over to his wardrobe, grabbing tight black jeans that had a silver belt. He wore a black silk shirt, leaving some of the top and on the bottom buttons undone, showing a small expanse of his toned, smooth torso. He threw on his converse quickly and his black eye patch quickly, tying it around his bad eye. His eye wasn't of use anyway, so he didn't feel the need to show it and give fans anything to talk about. He could just imagine the rumors that would spread. Ugh. That, and showing it usually freaked people out because of the milky white clouding that covered the entire pupil of his eye.

He glanced quickly at the clock that read 8:03 A.M. He had to be there at 8:30, and it was a twenty minute drive. He quickly ran out of the bedroom and past the kitchen, for going breakfast, and headed strait towards the living room. Quickly scanning his large living room for his keys, he walked swiftly to the maple colored coffee table that held them. Like his room, this room had hardwood floors and the same large back window made of glass. There was also a black leather couch, along with a matching chair. A Maple colored table was in front of the couch.

Cursing under his breath as he noticed the time, he quickly shut and locked the door; he took the elevator down from the top floor to the parking garage. Yuuri didn't pass anyone because he owned the building. He lived by himself in it because he wanted as much privacy as he could get. The lights blinked on the black Mercedes when he unlocked it, and slid smoothly into the warm leather.

He pulled out and turned quickly onto the highway. For some reason he was starting to get antsy. Usually when he got like this, it meant something was going to happen. Shaking his head, he turned on the radio to try and fill the silence.

"Yuuri Decole, has had great reviews for the movie he just currently finished, called 'Living in Dawn' was a great hit movie, not only that, Yuuri's music career is at its peak as the lead singer of the hot new band 'Zero Gravity'! All accomplished by the age 16!"

Yuuri shut off the radio quickly in disgust. To be honest, he hated all the publicity. The only reason he's pursued this kind of life was because it was his mother's dream before she passed, along with his father and brother. Yuuri gripped the steering wheel tightly and clenched his teeth, when a surge of anger shot through his veins. As he pulled in the parking lot of CK Productions, he took steady breaths to calm himself down. Checking himself in the mirror one last time and slipping on his black sunglasses. Yuuri took a breath, opening the car door and stepping into the chilly October air.

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