I was always wrong when it came to something like this. Something bad always happened and yet I would assume that everything would be okay. Call it arrogance because that's what I am, arrogant and selfish too when I wanted to be but right now, I was neither of those. I can't describe how I can feel when everywhere seems to feel like agony. Oh wait, I think I just explained in one word how I usually felt at this time of the day, 8:00 am actually, as this was always the time when I would wake up to feel something trying to push out of my back. It seemed to happen every Sunday anyway and it seems to be coincidence to me now, but that was also the holy Sabbath day in most religions. I wasn't religious though and I doubt I ever will be to be perfectly honest with you. I don't believe in a god. If there was a god watching over us, then why are so many people suffering now? That though was not the current question of what I was asking myself right now though. Just what in the hell was happening to me? Since I turned nineteen this seemed to start happening. Only recently (I am close to being twenty now) have the slits appeared on my back. It was perhaps easy and also reasonable to say that I was scared of what was going to happen now.

The air was cold against the cool flesh that lay in the bed, not a care to be shown though as one would sleep soundlessly, not a care to be shown to the impatient beating of something that remained hidden within the darkness of the room, a pair of black out curtains covering the windows. The one in the bed would perhaps sigh or even gasp like most do when they are asleep. It wasn't uncommon to do so now but the dreams would turn into nightmares, something that would oddly cause the silver haired man to scream out, the first time in a while as it were. The past would never be forgotten as one would say and he bit his lip in his sleep, a small fang protruding crudely at the blood, something that was part of what was hated greatly. There wasn't really a care to opening the eyes, no sudden shock afflicting him from the nightmare. It had been one that had haunted him for quite some time now and his body was just about used to it. It was of something that was witnessed in the past, yet he didn't remember it and didn't really want to at all.

"Hey watch where you're going!" Someone had shouted at me but I didn't really care. Why would I care about something that wasn't my fault anyway? They should have watched where they were going instead! I just continued walking as if nothing happened. There was just nothing left to do today now. Everything that I had to do had already been finished as if it were just nothing. And then, I felt the water seem to reach down my back in small steps as it were, piercing through the material on my back. God I really hated Sundays and now it was raining. Just part of my luck. The moisture was already beginning to gather swiftly in my short, spiky hair, causing it to fall without any grace at all. Plain, boring, nothing to really like about me in that way I don't think. I don't even know why girls like Saya seemed to try and get me to date them. I wasn't even interested if it was really safe to say. I don't think I am actually interested in anyone like that but really I was confused when it came to genders. One would call me (just by hearing that) plain old fashioned bisexual. I wouldn't even know why though.

Getting out of bed wasn't easy. It never really was for anyone who used it as a way to get rid of the problems that came with life. Even that dream wasn't considered a problem to him anymore now but it did often get him to question as to what it was that he saw, who the child was and what was happening to the mother, why were there wings coming out of her back, beautiful and yet so deathly white under the light of the moon itself. It was at least 1:00pm, afternoon time in this part of the city as it were and yet Creed went outside into the rain, wrapping a thick woollen coat around him so no one would get suspicious. That was the last thing that he wanted, it was a secret after all and secrets were always meant to be kept, not that he really talked to many people now as it were. Echidna and Leon had moved away from the city, possibly due to guessing what he was that had possibly caused them to go, instead of the excuses that they used which were pathetic. The faint smell of something pure seemed to linger in the air as he walked, the smell oddly satisfying in ways that he couldn't describe, perhaps like smelling the hair of a lover. It wasn't oddly satisfying, it was beautiful.

I wasn't even bothered by watching where I was going, even now. All I was really bothered by was the shivering. The best I had to cover me was my leather coat which wasn't very good at keeping everything heated up inside. I guess I was really just a magnet to bad luck, especially since then I had walked into something and was pushed back almost immediately to the floor. Like what you would naturally do in a situation like this, I looked up, only to notice a pair of oddly penetrating blue eyes looking back into my bright golden ones, something that had sent a shiver down my spine. There was a smirk on the males face and I had only just noticed (when I was able to tear my eyes away from his) that his hair was silver, a rather unusual colour to be seen in a human. He held out a hand to me, the skin looking quite pale and it didn't seem as if he were bothered by the rain either. It all seemed to be coincidence, a cruel coincidence at that. I took the hand though, allowing the other to help me to my feet but he stayed to close for comfort, his hands upon my cheeks and I could already feel a swift blush sweep through them.

He had been perhaps almost intoxicated with the beautiful smell to the point that he did not know that someone was about to walk into him until the last second, where the smell was at its strongest and it had been a natural reaction of his too push back whatever it was that hit him. However, it seemed that the smell was already on his hands now and he looked down at what it was that he had pushed over, only to meet a pair of unusual golden irises, something that was hardly seen at all now. It also seemed in that instant, he knew that the lovely smell was coming from the male he had pushed over. There was a smirk on his face. This male was most definitely beautiful in more ways than one as it seemed to Creed Diskenth who took in the image before him, eyes noticing the slightly toned torso beneath the white shirt which stuck to the male. He offered a hand to the male, pulling him up and touching his cheeks, seeming to take in his scent before leaving the other to stare after him, his hands taking in the form of a bell. When the male was no longer in site, he took the item out of his coat, examining the small bell and the name engraved into it. Train Heartnet...

A/N: Creed comes into this one obviously. I am going to continue this I think...