It's always good to have a bit of exercise, especially in the morning. Well, that's what my mum said, but I think she should have emphaised on the fact of the time of the morning, particularly the circumstances. I had spent another night at the station waiting room in the middle of nowhere. You wouldn't call it a pleasant, but at least somewhat warm; compared to some malevolently cold nights I had spent at trainstation with no shelter. I think I have spent about 60 of weekend nights sleeping at trainstations, I should really bring an alarmclock, but then again I come late to everything and an alarmclock has never been a contributor to the cure of my disease. Since I discovered this problem, which has no diagnosis, I have learnt to bring extra clothes with me, chewing gum, deodorant, an extra bottle of beer, my infinite number of head bands and my saviour; redbull

I had gone out with friends, slept on the train and yea, the rest is to say history and of course my drug, beer; was to blame. I think honestly at 20, I should be over this, especially since I've doing this since I was fourteen; and I know it's not pleasant. Six years of experience and I'm still doing it, luckily I live alone or my mother would have a fit about the amount times I go out and seem to never work...oh well fuck off.

Now returning my story, I was running for the first train into the city and I wearing a corset, which certainly contributed to my situation of catching the train. When I felt all of a sudden thud and in which I realised I had landed on my side; on a bed, then the excrutiating pain comes, as the metal of my latex corset pushed against my ribs and my bullet belt and three-rowed triangularspinked belt, which pushed aginst my latex mini shirt. The dirt of my fourteen-hole doc martens spread across the sheet of the bed. Luckily, my stay up stockings, which were black laced, at the elastic part and black for the actually tights part managed to stay up; and it seemed everything in my bag was in tact, I hope, because I have more important things to worry about than that.

Now, turning over, a man with silver hair, his face was covered in a mask and had a blue headband with a weird snail thing on it, maybe he likes snails? He must have lost an eye, because his left eye was covered by the headband, or it's the way he slept. I think it's the latter. He was wearing black boxers, personally I didn't care (considering other girls reactions)...I have slept at enough male friends houses and vice-versa to know they love lying around in their boxers. I could tell you a good few stories of ex-boyfriends, who would live in their boxers if they could. Luckily no erection, that's always a bit creepy...but what can you do, a man obeys his penis.

Now I tried to make my move, slip over him and then make it for the stairs. I take a look at the light wooden stairs, as the doors were open I could see it. I thought, move. When I hit my bag against his head. Fuck, fuck...oh shit my can of red bull. I opened my bag and threw it out and BOOOOOOOM!!!! Now you've done it, I thought to myself. The man jumped out of bed and took a small dagger out. Move, this is a fucking a psychopathe. THE STAIRS! GET OUT! My mind was telling me this, but it seemed my body preferred for me to hypervenitilate. And then I whispered shyly with an extremely anxious look,"oopsi". I am a fucking edjit. Well luckily the red bull only covered 90 of his room.

Now that he had a look at him, he just gave a gaze any other guy would give if he saw a girl dressed like me. He took a step forward and probably thought how in actual fact this isn't such a bad situation after all and his penis telling him you need sex. Move. Move. I couldn't think of anything else, but I was still in unable to do anything. It was like a tennisball had been stuck in my windtube and a gap was made between my brain and the spinal cord. Pepper spray, get your pepper spray out was the next thought. I was against the banister of the stairs and it seemed almost, as though I was going to fall over it.

"Have I reached Heaven? Am I in 'Come, Come Paradise'?" he asked, which looked like a pervy smile on his face through his mask.

Breathe, Breathe and then I screeched, an ear-piercing screech. Now that was done. I was stuck, movement to my legs won't come back for a while, I knew it. These are how my dreams always end-up.

"Who are you? And how did you get here?" the silvered hair man asked.

"I'm..I'm Surma and I..I think I fell onto your bed. Um..sorry about the...red bull. May I mind asking, who you are?" I whispered like a mouse.

"You're really pretty, you look like one of my favourite characters from Come, come paradise."I went incredibly red. I knew, he wasn't a pervert, because he didn't say sexy or beautiful, but pretty. You can tell the difference. He introduced, "I am Kakaishi" And put out his hand. I rather relucantly put out my hand. I guess I looked a bit of my mess, my smokey black eye make-up, made me look like a panda and my red lipstick was faded. My pale, death-like skin was nothing new to me. My black hair band with a small bow was broken, but I fished out another one out of my bag. My purple pink hair was a mess, luckily it's short (only goes up to my chin) and wasn't so notable. I smelt a bit under the arms, but I had some deo in my bag.

"Um excuse me, I don't care, but maybe you should put a pair of trousers on, because you look like your about to ejaculate your penis into something."

"..." He changed himself. During this time, I opened myself a beer, to calm myself down.

"Um, where am I?"

"In my bedroom" Thank you for pointing out the obvious. He continued "Do you want to have some breakfast with me, then we can discuss this properly."

"Um, okay."

After freshing himself up, he asked if I would like to have a shower. I accepted his offer and washed myself and refreshed myself. I used his comb, stuffed a chewing gum to get rid of the stink in my mouth and got into a fresh change of clothes. A black denim mini-skirt with band patches on it with 1/2 leggings and skin colour tights underneath. A neon pink top, which had a square cut and just showed some cleavage and made out of satin. And in my infinite collection of hairbands, I found my black hairband with pink skulls on it.

I brought my bag, and instead of my doc martens, I wore my pink leopard creepers, because it seemed quite warm out there. And went toward Kakaishi.

"I'm late. Do you want to go and have a lookaround the village and I'll meet you at seven again."

"Um, what time is it now?"

"No clue, I never carry around a watch" I sweatdropped

"Then how do you know you're late?"

"Because I'm always late,"he said and gave a smile. You're not the only one, I thought.

"What's the name of this village?"

"The hidden-leaf village...I have to go."

"Bye" And waved a goodbye.