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Chapter 1

Just so I don't have to bother with description throughout the story. I'll put it here! SO READ THIS PART RIGHT HERE... Long raven black soft velvety hair that is butt length. Scarlet red eyes with specks of dark brown. About 5'7.

My name is Rosaline Salyng. I am a17 years old, and used to be living in America, but due to... well... what I'm currently involved in, my 'line of work' if you want to call it that (and no, I am not a stripper, though accusations will say that), I have been forced to move to Japan. And one of my many deep dark secrets, is that I am a Vampire. And to make things even more complicated in my situation (that I have dug myself to deep in to get out), I am the daughter of the King of Vampires, Titus. I and my sector (and faithful followers) were banished when we tried to form an uprising against our government. And so, my followers and I plan on building our own kingdom, in hopes of some day making our parent kingdom to see their faults.

Our kingdom, Airsol, the first kingdom of vampires, is hidden deep in the Makai, few humans or demons have ever visited (only the important ones have been allowed to cross our borders alive.)

And so, due to word of me and my followers plans reaching my father, I have had to relocate my movement to Japan (I had to choose a random place in hopes of my father never guessing), where I am in disguise as a school student. Hehe.

Today is my first time in a school. Well... a school in a different country. I moved from America, all the way over to Japan. I must say, it is a lot... quieter here. And if I don't have some kind of music playing throughout the day, I might go crazy.

The only problem is, all the schools here have uniforms... Uniforms are bothersome. First of all you have to keep them clean, second they're very expensive.

When I arrived at school, the first thing I noticed was how utterly HUGE it was! It was much larger than the high schools in America. It looked more like a preschool through 12th grade campus kind of school; at least... like... 20 times bigger than the high schools in Alaska (which is where I used to live).

I took my time trying to find the principles office. The hallways were SO bright, I tried walking with my eyes closed, because I'm not to found of bright lights, and walked straight in the door of the men's bathroom... Eh... . they didn't notice much to tell the truth, they only ran out when I yelled, "Get your gay ass' out of there!" (When I ran into the door, I had opened my eyes and saw one boy with his shirt up, and another staring and nodding, saying, "Yea, looking pretty good.")

I arrived at the principles office and explained, in the most formal and best Japanese I could, about my being a transfer. He nodded and 'ahhhhed' in a 'I understand matter' and smiled as he handed me a note with black inky words on it. He thanked him and clumsily walked into the side of the office door as I left.

It took me a good 15 minutes to find the stairs to the second floor, and once I did, it felt like I would never reach the door to the second floor... EVIL stairs those were... EVIL. I reach my classroom. Room 2081. I take a deep breath, and release it as I open the door. And when I did open the door, I opened it on two quarreling boys.

One of the boys, who was...how do I say this without sounding... mean?... ah! Not the BEST looking, turned to face me, and as he did his mouth fell agape at me. I smiled meekly at them and walked quickly, eyes to the ground with a shy expression on my face, over to the teacher's desk. I handed her the letter and gave her an innocent smile. She took it, and nodded at me, smiling in return. She stood up, and faced the class, she raised a hand to make everyone stop talking and fighting, but the talking and fighting continued, ignoring her presence altogether. She twitched slightly, and with her non raised hand, made a fist. With her other hand, she put her nails on the chalk board behind her, and slowly scratched the board.

I, being me and zoning out constantly, jumped and ran out of the room, jumping over the ugly boy from earlier (the boy he had been fighting with pushed him over). Everyone had hollered at the noise, but quickly settled down. Though, the boy who had beaten the ugly boy to the ground, was ANGRY.

"What the hell was that for?!" I heard him say, as I slowly reproached the teacher's desk.

The teacher, still twitching, motioned for me to stand in front of the class. I did so, fidgeting with my fingers, poking them together as I stared blankly at the class.

"Introduce yourself to the class, please, Miss. Salyng." She says through her teeth, as she roughly dusts imaginary dirt off her beige skirt.

"My nickname is Ro, and that is ALL you need to know. Oh! And I'm from America, Alaska." I say, titling my head slightly to the side, and looking questioningly at the class.

The teacher just nods and waves me off to a desk at the back of the room. I trudge over there, and clumsily fall into my seat.

Well, as soon as I sat down, practically the whole class suddenly surrounded my desk, and were blurting out questions at ... at the least, 20 miles per hour. I sweat drop as I answer a question about the fast food there. I managed to ask a question here and there, but all they wanted know was how the food was there.

The two boys, who mysteriously disappeared from the classroom, were Yusuke Urameshi and Kuwabara. (No one would tell me Kuwabara's last name... but here in Japan isn't there last name their ...first? Or is it the other way around...uh..., apparently, no one cared about his last name, the only thing they were worried about was not getting in Yusuke's way.) Yusuke was the one who had beaten Kuwabara to the ground... I think my lasting memory of him would be the overdose of gel on his black hair. And Kuwabara... my lasting memory of him would have to be that hair... that... horrible impression of the 'Elvis' hairdo...

Later that day, after school was gone and over. I made my way home, being sure to take in my surroundings, so I would know what was where. I must admit though, it is very beautiful. I came just in time to the see the beginning of the tree's blossoming... just in time too see spring. Spring, the beginning of the end of the seasons... It's like starting all over again... but it is also the end, if you think about it...

I finally arrive at my house. It was in a small neighborhood. It had a nicely cut front lawn, the grass a perfect shade of green, and in the middle there was a beautiful cherry blossom. One of my favorite trees. My house was a clean white, not a stain on it. It had a small garden in front of the two large front windows, and was separated by a cement pathway to the front door. My house was surrounded by other houses, that looked similar, except in their drive ways, they had a car or 2 parked. I walked calmly to my door, and grabbed my key out of my backpack, and calmly opened the door.

It wasn't all that full inside yet. I had just gotten here a few days ago, and their were boxes lying everywhere. The only thing that was plausible about the living room at the moment, was the sofa, and the small wooden magazine holder/ table next to it, which a cordless phone was resting. I threw my backpack next to my bed and flopped down on to the sofa.

And, out of no where, I hear a loud growling noise. I jolt up, and look around me cautiously, then shrug when I didn't here it again and lay back down. Then, just as I laid back down, I heard it again. I jumped up from the couch, and listened closely to see where it came from. I heard it again, and it was coming from me.

"Eh..." I grab my stomach and dramatically fall back onto the couch, one arm rapped around me and gripping onto my hip, the other across my forehead.

"AHHH!!! I'm dying of hunger!" I say. I sit up and crisscross my legs and stare out the front window. I hadn't even bothered to put up any curtains up yet.

I slowly smiled.

-PIZZA- I thought. I grab the phone off the table next to the couch, and grab a phone book that was in the magazine holder part. I look up the nearest pizza place. Sadly though, there was no way I could ever pronounce it aloud. It was just... to.. Japanesey. YES!! JAPANESEY. I started to dial the number into the phone, when I hear a knock on the door. I throw the phone on the couch, "COMING!"

I open the door to a smiling boy. Wow, and what boy he was. He had long soft looking rosy-red hair, laying perfectly on his back; he looked to be wearing his school uniform, which was a nice red color, complementing his hair. And his eyes were an enchanting emerald color. And the smile he was giving me, was magnificent.

"Uhm. Hey, may I help you?" I ask cautiously, in case that beautiful smile was just a disguise.

"Hi, I'm Shuichi Minamino. I'm your next door neighbor." He says continuing that enchanting smile.

"Oh..ah... I am Rosa—uh..."

- I can't let him know my real name, if he calls me by my name... the wrong ears my hear it and I'll have to move all over again- I think to myself.

"Uhm... Erika. Nice to meet you, Shuichi...uh.. Mr.Minamino." I say, balancing his smile with my own.

Only then did I notice that he was carrying a oval white plate, decorated with roses, which was carrying small bite sized brownies.

"My mother made these for you, she's sorry that she isn't able to give them to you herself, she's rather busy at the moment." He says offering me the bite sized brownies. I smile, gratefully, and take them and open the door a little wider for him to come in. He smiles and enters.

"Ah, sorry about the boxes, they've conquered all rooms of the house and all I have left is my couch..." I say accepting the brownies and sitting them on the table next to the phone.

"Ah, quite alright. You just moved in the other day, so one could only guess that you haven't had much time to get things sorted out yet." He says.

I nod and grin at him, "I was just about to order some pizza, would you like to share it with me?" I ask menacingly picking up the phone and turning it on.

"No, it's alright, my mother had dinner cooking at home. I wouldn't want to bother you anyway."

"Ah! No!!! You aren't bothering me! Actually, I've been kind of lonely the last couple of days..." I say slowly bowing my head, the guy on the other line, yelling at me in Japanese, when I accidently said redialed the number after he had answered.

Shuiichi shakes his head, "I'm sorry, but nonetheless, I must leave now, Miss.Erika." He says, bowing slightly and heading for the door.

I sigh, "uhm... ok... I'll!...uh..." I try to ask him for his house number, without sounding like I was going to stalk him or try to ask him out. I fidget with the buttons on the phone. The pizza man still yelling at me in Japanese on the other line.

He smiles, knowingly, "Don't worry, if you need anything, my number is somewhere under those brownies. Take care, Miss.Erika."

And he was gone.

I sat down on the couch, and finally ordered my pizza. I wouldn't be surprised if, out of anger, he told his delivery boy to shit on my pizza before giving it to me, but then again, that might just be an American thing to do.

I laid back and rested my head on the arm of the sofa.

-Wow, that guy sure did smell good. Roses... and WOW, he was ON FIRE...eh... he's probably to good to be true-

Just then, my phone rang, I jolted up at the sudden ringing and fell off the couch, and onto a box that had underwear in it. The box, smashed and wrinkly, now had underwear and bra's hanging out the sides. I shrugged it off as I got on my knees and answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey." It was my best mate, my second in command, Trace.

"Everything settled?"

"No."

"Need help?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Do you need a hug?" He says, with a hint of seductive slurs about to burst out of his mouth.

"Ya know, Rosaline, I could just come over there and give you a nice back rub..."

"On my butt? NO! NEVER!!" And I hang up.

And of course, just as I hang up, the door bell rings.

-I just moved in, and I'm sure not all my neighbors are as friendly as Shuichi.-

I moan and get to my feet and clumsily walk towards the door, and open it with a jerk. My hair flew back with the door, and the sudden gusts of wind outside warned that a storm was soon to come.

It was the delivery guy, arrived pretty quick. I payed him the money (about 10 dollars in American money). Ahh, the smell of it! The lovely be-A-U-tiful smell! AH! And the look of the cheese! Perfect.

And of course, before I was able to take a bite, the doorbell went off again, before walking to the door, I took a lazy side glance at the window. It was raining pretty hard. I smile to myself. - I love the rain- I open the door, and see Shuiichi, holding an umbrella, and almost completely untouched by the rain. He smiles, spite the hardening pour of the rain.

"Sorry to bother you, Miss. Katrina, but the electricity went out." He says, as he steps into the house and quickly closes his umbrella.

"...it did?" I say looking at the ceiling light. "Sorry, I didn't realize it had."

He smiles, "I was wondering if you wanted to stay at my house for the night? It is Friday, so you wouldn't have to worry about school tomorrow morning."

I look at him a bit curiously, "Really? You'd really let me stay at your house?" I ask, staring at him.

"Of course, and plus, we just had a generator installed, so we are probably the only ones with electricity at the moment."

I giggle at the thought of thousands of angry Japanese people, cursing in high pitched tones. He gives me a odd look and I compose my expression, well.. Try..

I agree and grab my pizza and run with him, under his umbrella to his house.

End of Chapter 1!

Sorry of it was a bit long for chapter 1 of a story. Hehe... Ah, and sorry if it was boring! Really am, but the next chapters shall be better, and hopefully, as long as this one. I have a history for short chapters...hehe...

Please review T.T I promise it will get better and funnier.