Hi everyone! I have a lot of time on my hands right now, so I thought that I should give out the next chapter. ^^ The first week on my school is very slack so I spend my free time on writing. ;)

Anyway, enjoy! ^^


I wake up in a bed; the sun shining on my face through the window to my right. I mumble grumpily, but gets up in a sitting position and scratch the back of my head while I yawn loudly. I slowly open my eyes, looking around in the bedroom, silently wondering how I even got here. I yawn again and look at the time display on the digital watch next to the bed; it shows 8.30 the same time I get up but 12 hours earlier.

I smirk in satisfaction; I'm beginning to turn my days around. That will make it much easier to stay awake during the day.

I scratch my head again as I stand up from my bed and stumble over to my backpack, which is leaning against the wall underneath the window. As I'm looking for some good clothes I start too search in my head how I got here.

I find a black t-shirt with a print in the shape of a wolf howling towards the moon. As pants, I just take some comfortable long light brown shorts. My memory from yesterday is still a bit hazy… That is until I look closely at my slightly dirtier backpack.


-Flashback-

I am running through the "secret tunnel", away from my family that wants me dead. The sadness comes back to me little by little and I gradually slow down. I burst out from the 'wall' inside the original sewers and turn left to where I know the closest ladder is that leads up to the surface.

That old man… treating me so nice and then it is like he doesn't even care about me anymore, decides to kill me just to keep his place as elder. He creates fake arguments to make the other elders take his side instead of mine, the one who would become the next elder and would succeed him. I was really shocked when he said that I was a traitor, I was so naïve believing that that man was never going to hurt or punish me because he raised me with such care… I should have listened to my conscious earlier; I shouldn't have trusted that man.

Finally I start to climb up the ladder, pushing the cover away before I stick out my head to breathe in the fresh air. When I look to the sky, I can see the sky shining bright blue instead of the dark blue I'm familiar with. It is in the middle of the morning, the time when the most people are at work.

I carefully climb out from the hole, trying to avoid getting even more dirty than I already am, and put the cover back on the sewers opening. When I don't spot any other people before in the alley, I start to remove the most of my weapons and put them in my bag.

I also changed my black long-sleeved shirt to a white one, putting my black vest over it. Now that I look like a normal person, just a little dirtier than the rest, I walk out from the black ally in search for a hotel to stay in for the night.

After an hour of walking around aimlessly I finally find a decent hotel to stay at. It's still 4 hours left until the sun goes down, so I have to stay awake until that time. I have to grow accustomed to living in the sunlight and not being the night's killer shadow.

I eat lunch at a restaurant next to the hotel I'm staying at (More like brunch for me) and walk over to an estate agency that I passed a few minutes ago to find an apartment, possibly a free apartment but an apartment available for renting would be just as good.

The estate agency says that there aren't any free apartments around here for sale, but there is an apartment that's being rented out. The dead line for that apartment is very soon, so they tell me that I can move in tomorrow, they just have to call the owner first. I get a piece of paper explaining how to find the address and a file that I'm supposed to fill in with information that will show that I'm the 'owner' of the apartment.

Them seeing how tired I am, I manage to easily slip through writing down my information and just give them my name instead. I give them a small thankful smile with my face mask and walk out the door. But not without hearing some of the girl employees screaming 'KYA BISHIE!'. I'm so tired right now that I can fall asleep while standing… So I quickly go to my hotel, to my room and fall asleep the moment my head hits the pillow.

-End flashback-


I sigh tiredly while rubbing the tiredness out from my face.

"So that's what happened? I actually hired an apartment yesterday?"

I pick up my vest from the floor next to my back pack and begin to search in my pockets for the piece of paper. And there it is, 'xxxstreet number 33 on the second floor next to the coffee shop'. I scratch my spiky-haired head thinking how tired I was yesterday; I don't remember much of what that employee said to me.

I stretch my body just as my stomach begins to growl loudly. Well, it's time to eat breakfast, but first, I have to shower. After five minutes when said shower was done, I put on the clothes I picked out from before, throw my white shirt and black pants by my backpack and walk out the door with my vest over my shoulder. I make sure that I have the key to my room before I close it behind me to eat some breakfast.

The breakfast at this hotel is great; it is a big breakfast buffet with all sorts of things, the pancakes are something I've never tasted before. I take a little bit of everything, but even with my big appetite I become super full after only two plates.

I feel very content with having food in my stomach once again, last time I ate was during lunch time, and I missed dinner since I was so tired. And the best part is that I could go in and take breakfast 5 minutes after it would originally be cleaned up. And it was obviously a girl who opened the door for me when she heard my stomach growling. It was quite embarrassing eating with at least 4 girls watching me with pink heart eyes when they should have been busy putting away all the food.

It really sucks to be too much of a bishie sometimes, but it also has it bright sides. I am now leaning against the wall in front of the elevator door, bored out of my mind as I'm waiting for it to come down to my floor. I just want to go to my room, get my stuff and then get going again. I don't want to waste any more time than needed in this hotel.

A 'pling' rings out, signalizing that the elevator's finally here. I stare at the doors as they slowly open to reveal a girl with brown hair and blue eyes. She's laughing and is about to step outside the elevator, but when she sees me, she stops altogether.

Now that the elevator door has opened to it's full extent, I can see a blonde girl next to the brunette, staring at her in confusion.

"Hmm? What's wrong Hei?" The blond girl asks her brown haired friend, waving her hand in front of her face. I sigh in annoyance, making the blond girl turn to look at me as well. Seeing me with my still slightly damp hair, leaning against the wall must be a little too much on the 'bishie meter' for these two girls since the blonde too freezes on the spot.

I get up from the red wall and make my way towards the elevator with the girls still gawking at me, following my every move as I walk. I stop the door just when it's closing and look at the two girls with a cool grin. Unfortunately, it would have a more 'bishie effect' if I was taller, but I'm in eye-height with these two.

"You are going out, right? Because you girls don't seem to be moving at all."

I say to them calmly while placing my other hand on my hip. The colour of the two girls faces would even put a tomato at shame, and all I have to do to make girls do this amusing reaction is talking to them casually. I chuckle on the inside but still keep the grin present on my face mask. It's so much fun to mess with people…

The two girls quickly step out from the elevator and say sorry to me multiply times while bowing in apology. I walk in and press the button to the third floor while waving at the still red-faced girls until the door shut closed, which leaves me alone in the elevator.

'Phew' luckily I have trained my fake image for so many years to use in public; if I would have been myself they would have hopped onto me and scream 'bishie'. 'Sigh' it's hard to keep the 'face mask' up since I haven't trained on it for a long time. But I will get used to it, I hope… "Pling" The door opens up on the third floor and I walk out of the elevator with the door closing itself behind me, I will just take my things and then I will go to my now rented apartment. I'm glad I managed to escape from signing the papers yesterday.


It doesn't take long until I'm standing in front of the building. It is not too large and not too small either, my apartment is a double apartment just like all the other ones in this building. I can feel a lot of people watching me from the coffee shop and the street, but I don't feel like sparing either of them a glance, so I walk inside the building towards my new apartment.

I press the button for the doorbell on number 33 and a middle aged lady appears in the opening to the apartment immediately after I rang. The woman seems to be at least 35 or 40 years old, her blond hair is curly and her green eyes are watching me from top to toe. Her intense gaze stops on my face and she studies it carefully for a long time.

I'm getting really annoyed that she's inspecting me like I'm some kind of object, angry veins appear on my forehead the longer she studies me.

"Are you the one that is going to live in my house while I am in Africa?"

The woman asks me with her voice filled with excitement. I put on my face mask for good measure and smile at her while crossing my arms.

"Yea, believe it or not but here I am"

The woman gives me a big smile and a death hug, almost squeezing me to death thanks to the big differences in height (and mass). I try to push her off me with as less force as possible, but it will be impossible to remove her from me without using inhuman force.

"I am so happy to meet you Garel! The one from the estate agency called me yesterday and told me you are a super bishie! I just couldn't believe that it was actually true!"

I wince, what the hell? How dose she know my name!? Wait, I must have said my name to the agency, but why didn't I choose an alibi name?

"Um… excuse me lady. But you are squeezing me to death" I manage to wheeze out to the lady even though my lungs are almost empty on air. The woman releases me quickly and shifts a little, flustered that she squeezed me so hard.

"I-I am sorry Garel. I don't know what got through my head just now." The woman says nervously, but I just wave it away while laughing.

"Don't worry about it; it happens to me all the time. But you said wrong name actually, my name is not Garel. I just want that name; it sounds better than my real name."

"Well… I heard it from the agency, so I thought it was your real name…" She defends herself with a confused expression on her face. I snort defensibly while rubbing the back of my head, the fake smile once again being placed on my face.

"Well, I didn't sleep well before then so I was really tired at the time."

The woman looks even more confused than before and I begin to panic slightly on the inside. Damn! I need to come up with a name fast! The woman leans down a little so that she's now in my height and asks me with suspicion in her voice.

"Well… what is your name then?"

Yeah, I agree with her, what is my name now? Then it hit me, a brilliant name that fits me perfectly. My smile grows a bit larger as I reply to her politely.

"It's Heng, Heng Ru Shi. But for you it's Heng Shi." The woman seems happy with my answer and I breathe out in relief on the inside. Lucky for me that she's one of those dense people…

The woman stretched out her hand towards me; I hesitate before I take it in my own to do a hand shake. The woman smiles warmly at me and says happily, her fae practically glowing by the brightness in her voice.

"It's nice to meet you Heng Shi. I am Gun Fang Jung, and I say welcome to my home that will be yours for the time being." I nod with a smile once again, since the last smile had died out when the woman held out her hand, and walk inside my apartment. This is going to be interesting...


My little tour with Gun (she forced me to call her that) was very short, so after she showed me my room I quickly got inside and closed the door behind me to escape the woman's constant blabbering.

I'm now packing up the few things from my backpack so that I don't have to dig through it every time I need something. My cheeks hurt a little for holding up my fake smile for so long, it must have been at least three months since I was forced to smile this much, so I need some time alone to rest.

As I look around my new room, I notice that this room is decorated just like I've always wanted it; it has black walls with green stalks painted on them so that it would give a more natural effect than just the same pattern all the time. My bed is a big aluminium bed with Green sheets to match the stalks on the walls and a very comfortable mattress. (I already tried it out)

I also have a very own light yellow sofa standing to my right with a similar 'bedside table' next to it like the one that's standing by my bed's head. On the opposite side of the room in front of the sofa is a desk with a great high technologic computer and a lamp next to it, but it is also a present on the desk that I don't bother with touching since it's probably meant for someone.

When I do a 180 degree turn I also notice that I have a normal sized mirror on the left side of the door. Well, if you ask me I would think that this room was almost made for me to live in.

I can suddenly hear Gun knock on my door lightly and before I can tell her to not go inside, she's already inviting herself in. I quickly put on my face mask and form a surprised expression at her sudden arrival. She smiles happily at me, her face glowing so much that I'm tempted to cover my face at the brightness.

"Do you like it?" She asks with her light voice. I give her a small real smile (that doesn't happen very often) and nod in confirmation. Gun laughs in relief when she sees my nod and blushes slightly from my 'dazzling' smile.

"I'm glad you like it, this is my sons' old room so I thought that someone in your age might like it."

"Yea, I love it. Just my stile" I reply, smiling even brighter than before but adding my fake smile this time since my real smile can't get as bright. Gun turns red as a tomato and begins to hop up and down in excitement like a little kid.

"Have you opened your present yet?" I raise an eyebrow in confusion at her question.

"Present? So that present is for me? But I haven't done anything to deserve this." I say, pointing lazily at the orange present lying on the desk. Gun's excited smile shifts into a softer one as she walks up to me and places her hands on both of my shoulders, I winch slightly at her touch but other than that I don't do anything else than observing her. You can't be too careful with the ones who appear innocent…

"Yes you have. You are the first to even consider renting this apartment, and that is enough for me. And besides, I decided that if someone decided to rent my apartment only a few days before I go to Africa, I would give them this. I got it from a friend of mine who works as GM at second life, so it will give you some special access."

My eyes widen slightly in disbelief at her words. What the… hell? She means that she is giving away the most popular online game to a random person? (I've heard a lot about it lately) Gun laughs at my chocked and confused face, her smile getting excited once again as she finally lets go of my shoulders.

She walks the two steps to the desk to the present slightly behind me; I turn my body so that I don't have my back turned towards her when she picks up the present that's meant for me. When she holds it out for me to take, I just stare at the orange box unemotionally, not moving an inch.

"Go on, open it." She says in a demanding tone, I debate with myself if I really should open it or not, but my curiosity wins over my common sense and I take the box from her hands. With one hand I swiftly rip off the orange paper to reveal the game box of second life which has a green background with a skull with two roman numerals behind said skull in the middle. In the box includes a sleeping gadget so that I don't have to buy one separately.

I look up at Gun with a real smile, slightly brighter than the last real smile I showed her earlier, and say in both happiness and surprise.

"Thank you Gun-Gun."

This must be the first time in a really long time that I smiled two real smiles in one day as well as unconsciously giving a person a nickname…


YAY! Another great chapter! ^^ This was really a sweet one, wasn't it? I thought that Gun would show deep kindness to Heng Shi so that he would be happy after all that happened too him the other day. And that he would not smile with his fake happy smile, but with his real happy smile. I think it's kind of cute! ^^

I will update very soon, so keep on watch!

This chapter has been rewritten! ^^