A few days after Jack's visit, Kimiko only left her room to eat. Although she was allowed out she felt scared.

'You're such a chicken. He may be a nice person,' she would think to herself, 'Besides the potion couldn't have made him deadly.'

On some occasions the others would make visits to her room to make sure Wuya hadn't harmed her. When she was alone she found a lot of joy painting the sunrise in the early morning and spent the other portion of her day adding touch ups to her art.

It was then that an issue occurred. She soon had an urge to paint sunsets, instead of sunrises. But since the sun rose in the east (her side of the manor) and set in the west she couldn't get a good view accurately.

'There aren't that many windows in the western area though,' she remembered from her last visit, 'except that big room that leads to the mystery guest's room.'

She swore out loud. She very well couldn't walk right into the domain of the person she feared. And even Wuya was scared of him and she doesn't scare easily.

'Perhaps,' she thought, 'If I sneak in right before sunset and take a quick picture.'

It was perfect timing too, Wuya and the others including Jack would be going to the mall soon. That way no one would know. Of course, the thought came to her, no one will be here to hear her scream either. She shivered at the thought. But then canceled it out, 'No,' she thought, 'They'll be gone until 7pm. And the guest will probably stay in his room like always,' she reassured herself as she prepared for her escapade later that day.

Briskly walking through the western side she tried to recall the exact path she took. And soon arrived at that familiar door. She sighed deeply and slowly opened it. The door on the other side was shut as always. She held her breath as she quietly walked over to the ragged curtains; quickly she pulled open a small section as not to make noise. And for the first time, in a long time the sun shown on a small area of the room.

Kimiko readied her camera as the sun was just about to set on the horizon.

Snap she got the picture, 'Ok now I'm out of here,' she closed the curtains back and hustled for the door.

But upon opening it on the other side Kimiko came face to face with the mysterious guest.

Actually he was a young man, maybe slightly older than her. He was about 6inches taller than her too with long black hair with a hint of green in it. His eyes were golden but his pupils resembled that of a cat's . He wore a black T-shirt with dark green loose pants.

There was silence between them for a moment as his intense glare studied her. He didn't even seem surprised that she was in there. He stood as if he had been waiting for her to come out.

"Kimiko, correct?" he asked in a calm voice.

She smiled, "Yes, Kimiko Tohomiko," she bowed, "And you are?"

He smirked, "Chase Young," he bowed only his head, "Pleased to meet you, finally."

"Finally?" she asked.

"Spicer mentioned something about you."

She grinned, "So you're the 6th," she stated.

"So you've heard about me," he raised an eyebrow, coolly.

"A few things," she smiled casually.

He kept his eyebrow raised studying her again.

A moment of silence passed, "Well I'd better be getting back," she side stepped him.

She walked a few feet not looking back when he finally said, "How can you get back if you don't know the way?"

She stopped trying to think up a response, 'How does he know that,' but before she could reply he was already pulling on her hand, leading her in the right direction.

After a few moments he was still holding her hand leading her down a different path, 'Well he seems normal for the most part. What could the potion have done?"

Kimiko searched him with her eyes. Besides being incredibly handsome, there didn't seem to be any abnormalities.

At one time he glanced back at her with his sly look. Kimiko did her best to keep her camera out of sight.

"So," she started walking next to him while smoothly slipping her hand from his grip, "Why did you come here?"

He grinned, "Curious aren't we?"

"I can't help it. Sometimes my curiosity gets the better of me."

Chase glanced back in the direction they had come, "I see."

Kimiko's mouth dropped, "No, no," she frantically stammered, "I wasn't trying to…what I mean is…the reason I came is because I wanted a picture of the sunset. And your part of the manor is the only one that…"

"Did it ever occur to you to take your picture outside," he cut in, "Not that I'm complaining," he added coolly.

Kimiko blushed and lowered her head as he gave her a smile that made her heart thump, 'Could this be flirting, father?'

"Well," he finally said, "Here we are," he stopped directly at her room."

'How'd he know?'

"I'll be going now," he bowed his head again and turned away.

"Wait!" she yelled. She had just met the mystery guest that she had been obsessing over for the past week and she was not about to let him leave without getting some of her questions answered, "Would you like to come in for a moment?"

He grinned, "I don't know."

"Please," she begged with her big blue eyes.

He rolled his eyes to the ceiling, "Fine."

"Great," she opened the door for him.

"So how long have you been a painter, Kimiko?" he asked admiring one of her many works laying around the room.

"Just recently actually," she said from her closet where she was putting her camera in a safe place, "I needed something to take my mind off of my boredom."

"Interesting," he murmured.

"Hey, Chase," she came out putting her hair in a ponytail, "Does Jack come to visit you often?"

He smirked walking over to her, "Only to bring me food."

"What about Wuya?" she added casually.

His eyes squinted, "I hate her. If she did come and visit me I don't know what I'd do," the tone of his voice gave her the shivers.

Chase glanced around her room again and noticed for the second time the journal hidden underneath her pillow, "What's that?"

"You can see that?" she walked over cuddling it in her arms, "Its my only connection to my father."

"Where is your father?"

"Dead," she carefully examined the journal which she held so dear, "He gave it to me when I was 5 and he told me that if he ever went away, that I could write to him everyday he's gone and give it back to him to read when he got back. I never really used it that much when I was little but now I've decided to write in it everyday until I can visit his grave again."

Chase smiled thoughtfully and put a hand on her shoulder. She smiled back, "I guess it is kind of silly."

"Not really," he casually strolled over to the window with his back to her, "At least your father left you with something."

"Why? What happened to yours?"

He turned around, "Your curiosity again."

She smiled biting her lip. He smirked and glanced the now star filled sky, "I'll be taking my leave soon."

"Why?" she asked setting her journal down.

"You ask a lot of questions, don't you," he headed for the door keeping his beautiful eyes on her as he passed.

"And you haven't given me a straight answer yet," she followed.

He merely shrugged with his back to her, "The rumors you hear," he said seriously, "There would be no fun in them if I told you the truth behind them."

Her eyes widened, "So you know about the rumors."

"All of them to be exact. Isn't that the reason why you asked me in here? To shed some light on them," he opened the door and was about to step out when he felt her grab his arm. He looked over at her with his smug smile gone.

"You're right," she hung her head, "I apologize. But to make it up to you won't you come and sit with me at breakfast, lunch, or dinner tomorrow?"

"I'm not big on crowds."

"Well how about we eat in my room I don't mind or I could come visit you tomorrow, if you don't mind."

He thought for a moment and his smiled reappeared, "I'll think about it," he turned around and bowed his whole body this time. He politely kissed her hand and left the room without another word.