I jumped backward in surprise, pressing my hand over my chest, just above my heart. Shuffling to the other side of the small room, I watched the man get up and stare at me.

I couldn't quite decipher his expression. His eyes showed slight interest and curiosity, while his face merely showed irritation. I was guessing he probably felt more of the latter.

"Um… hello?" I said, unable to think of any other comment I could make.

"How did you get in here?" the man asked in a husky voice.

"Well, I kinda found this ring on my walk through the park this morning. When I picked it up, I fell asleep or something and ended up here. Wait… is this a dream?"

The man chuckled. It was a deep, alluring sound, and it filled the entire room. I shivered slightly, and he snickered again; something seemed… wrong about that laugh. Something I couldn't put my finger on. There was a hidden trace of malice, only truly apparent in the resonance of the laugh.

He lifted himself from the bed and sauntered over to me. While he was walking, he subtly looked me over, most likely trying to gauge how much of a threat – if any – I could be to him.

The man reached me, and still said nothing. I raised an eyebrow, as if daring him to speak first. My body trembled slightly as the eerie chuckle reached my ears again.

I saw him reach slowly for something hidden in his robe. Suddenly, he was behind me, and I felt something cool and sharp pressing lightly against my throat. Trying to stay calm, I reasoned with myself that I was merely dreaming, and this man couldn't hurt me. The blade pressed a little harder, and I felt a sharp pain go across the base of my neck. Any thoughts about this being a dream immediately vanished from my mind.

"S-stop…" I choked.

"Give me one good reason for me to listen to you," he sneered. "I should've gutted you alive the moment I laid eyes on you."

"I can… help you…" I whispered.

"Help me?" he laughed. "With what? You don't even know who I am."

"I'll help you with… anything… whatever you need, I'll do it," I forced out, closing my eyes, wishing the pain would stop.

And it did.

I felt the warmth of his body leave my back. When I opened my eyes, he was at the other side of the room again. He stood near the desk, fiddling with an object. It looked like a golden ball. On closer inspection, I found that it was a golden eye. After rolling it back and forth for a minute or two, he finally spoke.

"This," he told me, holding up the eye, "is a Millennium Item."

"O-okay… and?"

"You are going to help me find the rest of them."

"I am?"

He looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

"I mean… I am."


-Sigh- Ok, so... here's what's happening.

I don't have enough time to finish this fic. I spend hours a day doing my homework, and I just haven't had any inspiration for it. Plus, I really have no idea where I'm going with it.

So I'm sorry if you were waiting on me to finish this. I posted what I have so far, so at least you have that. But, honestly, I know I'm never going to work on it again.

I'm going to delete this fic in a week or two, unless I get a enough people wanting me to finish it. Which I won't.

Again, sorry.