Nekozawa walked down the halls of Ouran High School in the hours of the night, looking for someone

to scare. He had Beelznef on his left hand, and was wearing his black cloak. It was just for show, though, and he

didn't wear his wig. Since it was night, he had no need for such things right now.

By the light of the full moon's light seeping in through the girgantic windows, Nekozawa saw a girl. Shw

was looking out to the garden, and had a black bag on her arm. She wor the pale yellow dress of the girls who

went to the school and her long ebony black hair cascaded down her back in sharp contrast. Nekozawa was still

staring at her when she turned to face him. She was beautiful.

"Hello. I'm Arima Taiyou. If I may be so bold, who are you?" She asked, her voice as sweet as

birdsong to Nekozawa. Her clear blue eyes regarded him with interest. Nekozawa contemplated scaring her, but

decided against it. Then his brain began working enough that he remembered her question.

"Ne-Nekozawa," he answered her. On the outside, he was calm. On the inside, his mind was reeling.

Nobody had ever made him, the mighty Nekozawa, stutter before.

"Nekozawa? Just Nekozawa?"

"Well, my name's Umehito Nekozawa. But I prefer to be called Nekozawa,"

"Umehito. Hmm... Yes, I shall call you Nekozawa," she told him, eyeing Beelznef. "What"
"I was just wondering about your puppet there," "Beelznef? What about him"
"Is he a Special Edition Neko Puppet"
"Ye-how did you know"
"I have one too," And from her bad, she drew out a female version of Beelznef. "She's Beelznella. Or at least, that's what her box says. I call her Raven, though," Arima told him. Nekozawa took a step forward and held out his right hand. "May I?" Arima proffered Beelznella, or Raven, to him. He took a few more steps forward and softly grabbed the cat-shaped puppet. "She's beautiful," he whispered softly, eyes on the puppet. "That she is," Arima agreed just as quietly. Nekozawa lifted his eyes to her face. Her eyes were still cast down.
"Not as beautiful as her owner, though," he said so quietly he was almost inaudible. Arima heard him though, and blushed. "Nor is Beelznef as handsome as his owner," She whispered, almost more quietly than Nekozawa. She stood up on her tip-toes and kissed Nekozawa on the cheek. He stodd there, paralyzed, as she skipped away. "Until tomorrow, Zawie," she called to him. He smiled a little dumbly at the nickname. 'Until Tomorrow, then," he thought.

A.N.: This was made for my friend Himito. She's a really big fan of Nekozawa. Enjoy!