Hey you guys! This is my very first story! After reading tons, I decided to make my own, enjoy! Oh and I do not own Hakuoki, only Amani! This first chapter will be in first person.

"Andddd, done!"

Yes! I was finally finished this god forsaken drawing my professor assigned me! At the moment, we were studying old Japanese art and history.

Not something I was really into, but hey, I was finally in Japan!

And then you ask, "What do I mean by 'finally in Japan'"

Well Billy Bob Jr., let me explain.

I'm Amani Clare. African American, the ripe age of nineteen, a foreign exchange student, and insane. Lovely ain't it? Of course it is. Well yes, I'm currently in Japan, and in my second year of college (Hell fucking yeah.) I came to this beautiful country to prefect art, something I oh so love. My family hadn't supported my dream, as they wanted me to be a doctor. Retarded right? Not that being a doctor is retarded, I just want to spend my life doing something that I want to do, doing something that I won't regret, you know?

But apparently, my family hadn't realized that, so here I am! In sweet 'Ol Japan!

I scowled at this sketchpad in my hands. I wanted to bombard the piece of shit across the room, but sadly, I could not. My class and I were visiting the Shinsengumi Museum.

And let me tell you that I was bored as hell.

I ran a hand through my thick wavy hair that ran down to my middle back (Yay! I had some good ass hair!), but then I stopped short because my hand got stuck. I yanked my hand out of the jungle of waves and listened to the lecture our tour guide was giving us.

"This very here sword is the sword of Hijikata Toshizo, co-leader of the Shinsengumi. The Shinsengumi were a special police force."

Boring.

But then I heard that voice that sent a chill down my spine.

"Touch it."

The fuck was that?

I frowned and whispered to the person next to me.

"Did you hear that?" I whispered.

"Did I hear what?" They answered back, confused.

Apparently, everyone was freaking retarded. Why had no one heard that? Am I going insane? Asylum here I come.

But then again, it was probably just 'Ol silly me, imagining things again...right?

"Touch it."

There was that creepy ass voice again, but not only that voice, there was also this pulsing too!

I turned to where the voice was, the sword! That was where it was coming from! What the actual fuc-

"Touch it."

The hell? The voice was more forceful, urging me to go towards it.

Hell no, back away. The tour guide told us we were not to touch anything under ANY circumstances.

Oh God, there it was again.

"Touch it."

The voice said angrily.

Well, fuck you too.

My eyes widened as the pulsing became stronger, it hurt. A lot.

I gritted my teeth and looked around me. I gasped.

Everyone had left me! How could they? Now I was lost, without a guide, and without a partner.

And that voice had once again made it's self known. I suddenly had a extremely strong urge to go and touch it. I couldn't resist it any longer. Walking over to the swords, I extended my and out slowly and grabbed it. A bright light engulfed the room, blinding my eyes, and my world went black.

Yay for me.

I had been awaken from my sweet slumber, and I was pissed. Who ever woke me up would have hell to pay. I felt that I was tied up. I was about to groan but then I heard voices.

"I've never seen someone with her skin color before, it's exotic."

"Exotic she is, Harada-kun. Even her features are different. How about we examine her... assets~."

"Okita-kun! You pervert!"

"I was only joking Heisuke!"

"You liar!"

"Try not to be so loud Heisuke, you might wake her up."

"Eh, sorry Saito-kun."

"Her attire is quite strange also, I wonder where she is from."

"I-I also wonder too, Sannan-san."

Good Lord, these people were weird.

I could speak Japanese a little bit, enough to ask for directions and such. But what I said next shocked me.

"I don't know about you guys, but bondage doesn't exactly turn me on. So, if you would, untie me." I spoke in fluent Japanese and sat up. What I saw almost made me want to pretend I was still asleep.

Well shit, I wouldn't mind the bondage now.

I was surrounded but some very attractive males, there was also a meek looking female.

I frowned. They were all staring at me as if I were unhuman. So much for freaking manners.

"Did I grow fucking two heads? Stop staring at me, queers."

Ah yes, that should do it.

Hostility always works, right?

Please tell me what you think about this chapter! Constructive criticism accepted!