PROLOGUE
A youth with caramel colored hair stood in the middle of a huge room. He was dressed a velvet black three pieced suit. Itching and uncomfortably shrugging his collar, he turned around and looked into the full-length mirror. Sticking his tongue out at his own reflection, he tousled his hair back. Glancing at his watch, the youth muttered to himself: "Don't want to be late for Mother. Oh why do I have to be the son of my parents?" Spraying a puddle of eau de toilette into his palm, he rubbed the liquid all over his neck and chest. Hurriedly he tied his blue tie around his neck and ran into his brother's room.
"Takeru! Takeru! Where are you...Ahhh!" The guy yelled as a younger looking version of himself jumped out of the closet that concealed him. Giggling, Takeru jumped down from his brother's back.
"You are too easy to scare, Yamato. Are you afraid of mice, too?" Takeru played with his sibling's secret scared side.
"Oh, that is it. You're asking for a whooping." Yamato grabbed Takeru's collar, but let go. "You're not worth it, I should throw you back." He then tossed his brother onto his bed. "Besides", he added silently, "I have too much on my mind". Walking out of the room, he shuffled to the regal staircase. Taking two flights down, Yamato ended up at his mother's dressing room, where she was putting the finishing touches on her makeup.
"Yamato dear, are you ready? My, how handsome you look." Her eyes shone in adoration. "I know how you don't like these parties, but your father is the Duke of Yorkshire. And as his heir, you must make an outstanding social apprentice to him." Yamato's mother walked over to where he was sitting. Bending over for a hug, she delicately placed a kiss on his forehead. "Do try to have fun, at least dance and eat a little, and do it for you." Yamato managed to smile for his mother. He stood up to join his father in the throngs of people now arriving at Yorkshire Green. His mother slightly pushed his backside. "Now shoo!"
Placing his white gloves on, he ran down a set of stairs before reaching the main hall. Taking his seat to the right of his father, Yamato glanced out at the people gathered there. They were all of noble birth, and dressed in evening attire. How Yamato hated this life, all these parties planned to show off how rich or how noble the aristocracy was. All the bright lights and expensive clothing seems foolish to him. They're only going to wear those outfits once, and then they are to be put away in closets or storage, never to see the light of day again.
Sighing, he took a sip of his drink and scowled at the taste of it. All the food and drink seemed bitter to him tonight. Looking at the crowd of high society, Yamato caught a glance of someone who he thought was an angel. A girl with white wings. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the radiant beauty again. No, she did not have wings, but long flowing red-orange hair that reached to her mid-back with a bounce to it. A silky silver ankle length dress with only thin straps to hold it up. But above all, it were her eyes that drew him in. Sparkling fiery red eyes that danced with a fire of their own. Yamato blinked, and she was gone. He realized he had been holding his breath and let out a sigh.
"So Yamato, would you like to go horseback riding this Saturday?" his father asked him. He did not hear, for he was so lost in the glow of her. Her! He did not know her. Frantically he looked around for the girl. "Yamato? How does riding in the mountains sound? Yamato? Are you even listening?" His father smacked his shoulder lightly, breaking him out of his trance.
"Yes, yes anything." Yamato would agree to jumping off a bridge at this point. "Excuse me father, I want to mingle." Yamato's father and mother, who had joined the two at this point, gasped. Yamato never wanted to 'mingle'. Yamato stood up determined to find that girl and left the table, his dinner barely untouched.
"See, I told you my son would come around. It was only a matter of time." His proud father exclaimed, his mother knowing that it was she that inspired him. Yamato pushed though people, only to stop and say excuse me or a hello back to someone. Who it was Yamato did not particularly care, he need to find the girl.
"Hey! Yamato! Nice to see you buddy!" A guy with dark brown hair stepped out from the crowd. Putting his hand in front of Yamato, this guy stopped his hunt. "What's the hurry?"
"Oh hey Taichi," Yamato replied to his best friend. "Actually I'm looking for someone."
"Really? Who that happen to be...me?" Taichi giggled and followed up with: "A girl is it?" Yamato reddened at this, but quickly gained his composure. But, not before the big brown headed guy caught it. "Who is it this time? The Baroness of Vienna? The Czarina of St. Petersburg?"
"Actually, I've never seen her before in my life. And if you'll excuse me, I have to see her again." Yamato hasilty said.
"Ah, love at first sight. Tell me, what does she look like?'
"An angel..." Yamato left Taichi with a quizzical look, and continued his search.