Sipping on your tea you overhear two high school students, Nice and his friend talking. You never really learned his name... You finish up the tea and pay. Walking outside you decide to go to the cemetery. Not that you had to see anyone... It was just peaceful. You walk towards it and see a man with long white hair. You walk past him, but you feel something dark from him.. Very, very dark... You look at him casually and see he is gone. *He is very dangerous.. and somewhat familiar...* You decide, no matter how stupid it may be, that you should try and brush it aside for now. However, you just couldn't.. Something about him didn't seem right. He carried the smell of blood, hate, jealousy... You sat down on a bench, consumed with you r thoughts, when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You punch in that direction. "You're not going to punch me again are you?" You look over and see Art, smiling. "Oh, I'm sorry, it's a reflex. You can't trust everyone, right?"

"Of course, I just saw you here and wanted to thank you."

"For what? I didn't do much." You look down at your feet.

"For the food, and the cake. it tasted very good." You continue to stare at your feet, a bit embarrassed.

"I-I could come by and make you some food now and then."

"No, I don't want to bother you.."

"It's fine, I don't really have much to do. So, it wouldn't really be much of a bother to begin with."

"No, I couldn't really impose on you like that." You look over and see him staring at the distance. You continue to look until he notices you staring, you quickly avert your gaze. "It wouldn't really bother me.."

"What wouldn't really both you, Yuki-san?"

"Cooking for you, I mean, you DID let me stay over one night..."

"Yes, but it was only one night, you don't have to keep repaying me for that. Anyway, your parents or family members might get worried about you." You look down, not out of embarrassment. But, you felt a bit ashamed somehow. "I don't really have family."

"Then, you might not be able to relax at your home as much." You keep looking down at your feet. You start playing with you feet, by pushing them together and digging them into the dirt. "Do you not have a place to stay..?"

"Ah! Ah! It's not that I don't I just-! I mean... I... I don't..." You look down very ashamed, you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

"Oh! I;m sorry, I didn't mean to ask such a personal question..." He laughs a bit.

"No, it's fine... I'm sorry for offering to cook for you...' You continue too look at your feet, pushing them together. From a side view you can see him look at you for a bit, then look at the distance. You both sat there for a few minutes. "You can stay."

"Huh?"

"At my place, I can make some room."

"No! No! I could never do such a thing! It would only be a bother to you!"

"It's fine, I'll have actual meals, and you will have a place to stay. You don't have to decide right now on it." You sit there for a few more minutes.

"I-I would like to stay.."

"Hm?"

"At your place.. I would like to stay at your place..." You look up and see him smile.

"Alright, just bring your things over."

"I have all my things." He looks at you slightly confused.

"What do you mean by that?" You show him a duffel bag filled with your things. "I see. Well, let's get going."

"Wh-where?"

"Your new home." He smiles, lending his hand. You take it slowly, unsure if you should trust him. *Something seems to be hidden behind that smile of his.. Something...*