I was making my way through down town of death city walking at a fast pace and paid little attention to the faces passing by. I was walking towards the dwma, where my room was resided.

I stared blankly down at the ground, sometimes letting my eyes look up to see a corner, stairway or if I was going the right way.

I made my way through a crowd, not stopping to see what it was about. Suddenly, I saw a flash of silver hair and red eyes and my heart begins to beat fast.

I wonder if he knows I miss him? I wonder if he knows I like him? Does he know? I wonder, if I were to fall into the sky, would time pass me by?

I wish he knew I would a thousand miles just to see him smirk, or to see his lopsided grin... or just to see him at all.

I huffed in annoyance, looking down again to let my pink hair shadow my eyes. It was times like these in which would think about him and I wonder to myself if he ever thinks about me.

I bit my lip. this was so wrong, how do I deal with this? everything is just so wrong! how can I dwell on his precious memories? That is not good, or as he would say, so not cool.

I hurried along,wanting to do nothing more then to run to my room and sit in Mr corner. But I knew I wanted to see him-

"Hey Crona"

Oh dear Lord Death he is talking to me. I looked up, eyes and blush appearing from behind my hair. He was smirking towards me, reds eyes looking at me lazily, his laid back demeanour comforting me greatly.

"Hi Soul..."

I replied gripping at my arm. I looked down at the corner of my eyes, trying not to smile. I was failing badly.

"So uh... This isn't cool of me to ask, but do you want to hang out tomorrow?"

I looked at him with shock in my eyes. My heart felt like it had stopped.

"Yes, I would love to hang out with you..."

I mumbled out, bowing my head so low that my hair covered my eyes completely. I began to grin, my blush intensifying.

"Cool, meet me at death bucks, ten am."

"Ok, I think I can deal with that..."

"That's cool. See you tomorrow."

He walked away with a lopsided grin plastered on his face. I walked away nearly crying from joy. He doesn't know I dwell on his memories, does he? I hope not. I wouldn't know how to deal with that. but... somehow, I think I could deal with that. I smiled as the dwma was coming near.

Tomorrow will be great, I know it.

Yay, I finally typed something up! (Regardless of how crappy it is) The fifth chapter of The Prince's Slave should come next week or so! (I really hope so, since I'm lazy...)