A/n sorry for the lack of update of my first story. But I am waiting for a little bit of info on the characters I am wring about.

Weird, That's what people call me. I can't say they are wrong. After all the things I do are pretty strange. I wouldn't get mad even if they say some screws in my head are loose. Even I know teaching monkeys to speak English or giving a tree blood instead of water isn't quite normal. Now even you guys would think there is something wrong inside my head. But that's not the case. Well, you could stay I do this things just to cope with my boredom.

Now you may ask what kinds of men do this kind of mental stuff. First let me tell you I have done all the traditional things from my early childhood so they don't interest me at all. As you guys could guess I have a lot of free time to spend. My parents both died when I was very young leaving me with a vast property. If I sit around spending money even then my grandchildren would have plenty to spend. Very skilled people are looking after my parents business so I have nothing to do but sleep around in my big house.

Some guys may envy my lifestyle but let me tell you it's gets super dull and boring after a few days. I would do anything even if it can only entertain for a few moments.

That's why I started doing weird things. Once I bought a bat and tried teach it sleep without hanging upside down. I failed miserably. I personally think that the monkey training mission was a success because one of the monkeys said something that vaguely resembled "hello". The tree experiment is one of my personal bests. I bought a small lemon tree and kept it at my garden. But instead of water I gave it blood. The first four days nothing happened but on the fifth day something amazing happened. All the leafs of the tree turned a dark shade of red. It looked beautiful but on the tenth day a group of ants attacked the tree and got ruined.

As you can see I did some illogical stuff back then. I used to do anything anyone told me would entertain me. Someone once told me that falling in love would give me the ultimate happiness. So I started to follow that route.

There was girl in my college with pretty pink hair. She was kind, gentle and soft spoken. I would be lying if I said wasn't very much attracted to her. The pink haired goddess Moka was even invading my dreams. I thought that was true love. I pursued her whole heartedly. By some miracle Moka also returned my feelings. She didn't care about my weird experiments or the fact that I haven't worked for a single day in my life. It looked like she even enjoyed seeing my stupid antics. I was on top of the world when she said yes to my marriage proposal. She went against her family to marry me.

I was the happiest man on earth. Even her smallest smile would make my day. I stopped doing stupid stuff and started to enjoy her company. She was the only thing that mattered in my life. But like everything in my life I started to get bored with this life style. Her smiles weren't enough for me anymore. Everything was like before. Don't get me wrong I still loved her more than myself but it felt like something was missing. Only after three years of our marriage I was bored again. But I always kept a smiling face so that I won't hurt Moka.

Suddenly everything changed one particular night. Me and Moka were both sleeping in our bed but I couldn't sleep for a second that night. I kept looking at her sleeping face. Even that couldn't calm me. So I got up from the bed and went to my personal study. I picked some random book from the large bookshelf and sat down on my cozy chair. I finally saw the book it was "blink". I didn't even know why I bought that book I didn't even like it. Anyway I started to read it just to pass my time. I dozed off after a while. Suddenly I woke up a feminine laugh. I thought Moka had woken up. But I couldn't see anywhere. I was about to write it off as nothing but someone put a hand on my shoulder. Someone was standing behind me. Even though I couldn't see the person I could clearly understand it was a woman.

I knew Moka would never wake up at this hour and none of my servants were allowed to come to second floor of the house where I and Moka stay. I was a little bit afraid to look back. But I gathered enough courage and turned around.

I was shocked to see Moka standing there but this wasn't my Moka. This one had long silver hair and ruby red eyes. She looked me straight in the eyes. I don't even know how long we were staring at each other. Suddenly she closed her eyes and gave me the smile i was missing for so long...