"Humans who have never seen a Guardian Chara won't be able to see Chara changes, da nya!" came Yoru's playful voice.

I gave them a thoughtful glance before standing up. Kara moved toward me, knowing what I was planning. Quickly, I went into the bathroom, stripped my upper attire, and replaced it with a towel that only covered my front. I went back out, feeling the confused stare of Ikuto. "Chara change!" Two pitch black leathery wings burst from my back. I felt my bone shift, welcoming the appendages.

"Oh? So you finally got that to work," I heard him whisper to himself. He got off the bed and ran his hand across the wings. A weird sensation ran through me. It was a mix of pleasure and an odd sense of tenderness. "This is different. Your character change shouldn't interfere with your internal or skeletal structure." His hands continued to go up and down the right wing, thoroughly observing every aspects of it. After a while, my eyes began to drooped, my body swayed, and I leaned against Ikuto's warm body. He wrapped his arms around me, keeping me in place.

"Ikuto, don't lead me on if you don't feel the same way I do," I whispered.

"Haven't we been through this before?" he countered. "Who says I don't feel the way you feel?"

"I don't want to be hurt anymore."

"You won't be. I will protect you."

I smiled at his statement. "Sing for me?"

A surprised look crossed his facial expression. "I can't sing."

"Play your violin?"

"Maya will hear it."

My lips began to quiver. Big puppy eyes lined with tears stared up at him. He didn't seem to know whether to look away or not at this point. Finally, he let out a sigh in defeat and whipped out the violin that was nearly permanently attached to him. He set the instrument on his shoulder, pressed his cheek against it, and guided the bow across the strings. The melody flowed like magic, filling an eerie room with a harmonious aria.

I smiled at not only the music, but also its creator. It was so relaxing, a completely different turn from everything that has been happening. I loved how peaceful he looks whenever he plays. It brought a warm rare fuzzy feeling at the bottom of my heart.

He played and he played for me until it was time to go to school. He packed up his things and led me out the door. We avoided Maya on the way, afraid of what she might think with us together.

The trip to school was uneventful, but when we arrived, everyone stared. It wasn't only staring, they also whispered behind their hands. It was just like the first day of school. People thought I couldn't hear them. All the different stories I heard just proved how ignorant they were. I absolutely hated these people at the moment.

Ikuto bid me a soft 'goodbye' and left for his own school. I was left to walk through the sea of muttering beings. It irritated me how they can be so judgmental- how fast it was to make up a lie they thought would fit someone's life.

Not wishing to encounter the Guardians and hear what they think of my, I went straight to the classroom. Our new teacher was intolerably boring. Everything she said sounded like a monotone chant to me. It made its way to one of my ear, only to come back out the other end. Even the sight of her was as fascinating as a senior librarian who shushed the people every five seconds.

I stared out the window, finding myself completely irritated at how even now, the students were mumbling about me to their friends. Every once in a while, they would point and giggle, finding something funny to say about me. Was it really that hilarious to know that a person was just sexually abused and reported their harasser who just so happened to be their foster father? Was it really that entertaining for them to know that someone's luck can be that bad? Did they just need someone to laugh about, so they can lie to themselves and think their lives really aren't that bad after all?

When the lunch bell finally rang, I slipped on to the roof, hoping that no one would be here. I hadn't brought any lunch with me, something that I found myself doing very often. My cooking was disastrous. I even almost burned down the entire kitchen once. It was a good thing the neighbours had come to visit that day to ask for some eggs or else I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be living in a house anymore.

"Yeah and did you hear what happened to her afterwards?" I heard someone say from behind the door. "They say she's homeless now and have to whore herself on the streets! Well, I guess what comes around goes around. I heard that Misaki Kanosuke was a really nice guy and that she probably framed him." There was a silence before she continued, "Exactly! Who would want to rape someone like her anyway? I'm pretty such he would probably take his chances with a cow!"

I bit my lips. Even though they were just words, they still hurt like knives sliding slowly into me. I made to hide somewhere, but something must've distracted the girl because she began to talk with someone else.

"Hey, Rikki!" she greeted to a friend.

"Nakeru!"

"Hey! Hey! Listen to what I just heard!" Nakeru began to repeat every word she just spoke to another person. Don't they get tired of repeating the same untruthful story over and over again? Don't they have a life?!

Finally, after listening to them for almost half an hour, I made my entrance. My glare must've been murderous because not even a second later, they scampered off. I sighed. Once again, this is probably my fault- me and my big mouth. If I wasn't born none of this would've happened. Everyone would be happy. I have caused so much trouble to everyone, especially Maya. Her current state of mind was my doing. I must redeem myself, but how?

The end of school was just as torturous as the beginning. The rumours were endless. Anything one can image was there- fantasies and myths. One even said that I was a vampire seductress out to get all the men in the world. I didn't know whether to laugh at their stupidity or cry at how bad it has become. Ikuto was even included in the conversation. He was apparently my main man- my vampire lover. In a way, that was a nice way to put it. I wouldn't mind him being my vampire lover if it meant our love would last for an eternity.

All my thoughts dispersed at the last thing on my mind. Did I just admit what I had been afraid to admit? Perhaps I had just been slow; it was obvious how I feel now. No man has made me feel this way. Everything he did was magical, bringing total and absolute bliss surging through me with every touch, every kiss, and every thought of him being with me. Could this possibly have turned into an obsession? Was I addicted to him? What if he became a drug I could not live without?! I shuddered at the thought. No more thinking…

I ruffled my hair as I walked home, but decided to make a detour instead. Something was leading me there. It tugged at me and it was not only that, Kara was just as attached to it as I was.

Soon, we appeared before a large circular building. I pushed the door open and saw that the room was dark. Looking up at the ceiling, I realized that this must be a stargazing site of some sort, but that wasn't what pulled me here. A man who reminded me of Hotori Tadase was sitting on the rows of bleachers surrounding the chamber. He glanced at me with a smile on his face.

"I knew I would see you again someday," he said. I frowned in confusion. What did he mean by that?

"Do I know you?"

"Of course you wouldn't remember." He patted the spot next to him. I accepted his invitation and sat down. "It's been a long time. Six years? Maybe seven? It had all happened so fast. Even I didn't understand it." Nothing he said made sense to me.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Amakawa Tsukasa."

"Mine is… Kurokura." Something stopped me from saying Misaki. Did I not feel that they were my family anymore?

"Kurokura…" he repeated with a thoughtful look upon his face. He stared at the stars that changed colours. "We live in such a small world that is surrounded by such an endless splendor of beauty that not many people have come to appreciate." Amakawa turned back to me. "Who gave you the name Kurokura?"

I opened my mouth, ready to reply, but froze. Who was it? Was it my mother? My father? I seemed to have been called Kurokura all my life. As I tried to dig deeper into my memories, a jolt of pain rushed through me. I winced and clutched my head with my hands. It was a sharp, but not long lasting throb.

Amakawa gave me a concerned look. "Are you alright?"

It took me a while, but I was soon able to answer him. "Yes, I'm okay. I don't know who named me, though."

"Do you have any siblings?"

"Not that I know of."

"How can you not know?"

Something told me that he wasn't curious, instead, he was teasing- perhaps even testing me. I didn't understand what was going on. Why was he asking so many questions, especially ones so personal? The direction of our conversation irked me. He must know something I didn't.

"Amakawa - san, why are you asking such questions?"

He smiled at the inquiry with absolutely no care in the world. "You will understand soon enough."

I decided that I have spent enough time with him. He remained indifferent as I exited the planetarium. Never was I going to go there again until the answers have become apparent.

By the time I was home, night had already settled in. The house was quiet and held no life. I called out my foster mother's name. No reply. "Maya?" Still nothing. She must still be at work. Even though she has finally acknowledged my existence, she was still trying to avoid me. Does seeing me hurt her as much as she is hurting me right now?

I placed my schoolbag down and went into the kitchen for some food. Searching through the fridge, I realized that we were out of food. How depressing… I picked up the phone and dialed the pizza shop nearby.

The delivery was quick, which made me give them a rather large tip. I munched on my cheese pizza and stared at the blank television screen. Never have I noticed how lonely it was without the people who took care of me, whether they were doing me a favour or beating me to death. It was agonizing, every second that ticked by was like an hour.

At what seemed like an eternity later, I heard a knock on the door. Thinking it was Maya without her keys, I opened it without looking. Almost immediately, my back slammed against the way, lips smashed into my own. I was too frightened to react, but soon, deepened the unexpected kiss. The kiss was rough and filled with passion. Our lips moved in sync, treasuring as much as we could from this encounter. He grinded against me, which caused the friction that resulted in a low moan to escape from me at mid kiss. My heart raced with adrenaline. I loved how he made me feel.

"Kura…" he breathed out. "What have you done to me?"

I was too flush and too out of breath to answer him. My only reply was snuggling close to his body.

"What spell have you cast on me?"

Spell? Wasn't he the one who has a spell on me? Everything he does brings a warm feeling bursting inside me. I couldn't even control myself around him. I shouldn't be held responsible for this.

"Ikuto- san… you don't know how much I hate you right now." Ikuto sent me a startled and hurt look at my exclamation. "Why do you have to do this to me! I was fine before you came! You can't just walk into my life and make me lo-" I stopped. We have never actually confessed. Did he even feel the same way I did?

"Make you what?" he asked, despite the fact that he probably already knew what I was going to say. When I didn't answer, he took initiative. "I love you…" After he said that, my lips crashed on to his.

After our moment of ecstasy, Ikuto said, "Whatever you do, don't go to Utau's concerts." I looked at him, confused. "Just promise me." With a bite of my lips, I nodded. Then, it hit me. The last time we went to Hoshina Utau's concert, many audiences' heart's eggs became X Eggs. Ikuto knows. Who was the main person doing it, though? So far, the suspects I have gathered are Nikaidou, Hoshina, and Ikuto.

The next morning, I woke up to loud shouting a ways away from here. One voice was apparent- it was Ikuto; the other was familiar. I opened my eyes and found myself in my bed. Yesterday night, I remembered falling asleep on the couch with Ikuto. He must've carried me up here later.

"Ikuto! If it means that I must find the embryo for you to stay with me forever, I'll do it!" the female exclaimed.

"I never told you to find the embryo," Ikuto replied.

Wondering who Ikuto allowed into the house, I made my way downstairs and peeked into the living room.

"You!" She pointed at me with accusing fingers. "What are you doing here?!"

I sweat dropped. The question should've been asked by me. "I… live here, Hoshina- san."

Her eyes narrowed and she hugged Ikuto. "Don't come close to him again or you'll regret it!"

What happened to the calm and collected girl from the concert? This one was completely irrational. "I can't say that I deliberately go to find Ikuto."

At that, the implied man broke through Hoshina's grip and glided to me in one quick motion. His arms found its way to my waist, finger on my chin. "But you would, wouldn't you?" His face drew nearer to me and whispered something only I could hear. "Now that you know how I feel about you." My cheeks burned and crimsoned. How straightforwardly he can say these things. "Because, of course, you're mine, no?" I felt his lips on mine. From the background, Hoshina protested loudly, but it was all lost to me. I fell into the pure bliss Ikuto always put me through.

Finally after several minutes, Hoshina has had enough. She pried us apart. With a huff, she grabbed Ikuto's hand and pulled him through the door. His deep and beautiful eyes still locked with mine until it was impossible to see each other.

When they were gone, Maya's absence irked me. Where was she? I searched her room, the entire house, but realized that her car wasn't at its usual spot. This brought another thought to mind, what happened to Kouki, the driver? He has been disappearing every once in a while. My last resort was calling her cell, but it was turned off.

School was soon, so I had to decide whether to find Maya or leave for the boring teaching building now. With a shake of my head, I knew the answer was obvious. I should be ashamed of myself for even contemplating another option, but before I was able to say anything, the phone rang. Hoping it was Maya finally turning n her cell phone, I picked it up eagerly.

"Hello?"

"Is this the maid?"

Maid? "No, who are you calling for?"

"Sorry, I think I got the wrong number."

I gave her a reply of dismissal and hung up, but it rang again seconds later. "Hello?"

"Is this the maid?"

"No, you got the wrong number again."

"Sorry ."

Click.

At the third phone call, I was irritated. I needed the phone line free in case Maya calls! "If you're looking for a maid- THE maid, she's not here!"

"Oh, are you the girl who got Kanosuke arrested?" That caught my attention. Who was this person? "Hello, you still there?"

"Yes."

"Maya hates you and doesn't want to ever see you again." I paled at her statement. "She wants you to move out before she comes home." Is this what she really wanted? It brought a pang through my heart. Did Maya tell this person to tell me that she wants to get rid of me?

"May I speak to Maya? I just need to-"

"She doesn't want to talk to you!" the person shouted. "She doesn't want to know of your existence!"

"Tell me a reason why I should believe what you're saying right now."

"You don't need to. Just get out of the house. Take all of your things away." This time, it was the person who hung up on me.

I leaned again the way and closed my eyes. I was going to lose another home. Why did it always have to be this way? When I first came here, it seemed like the perfect place. Was there something about me that destroys homes? Anywhere I go ends up in chaos and me moving to another place- a fresh area for me to wreck havoc. Tears slid down my cheeks, leaving a wet trail. I would do anything to just find one family- one person to just give me what I need. I needed clothes, shelter, food, water, medical attention, and just a pinch of kindness. It didn't need to be expensive or made with thought. I needed what would keep me alive. Tattered clothes was fine, poorly made food was fine, water is good, a roof over my head would be nice, and keeping me alive would be doing me a big favour.

It seemed like forever and it almost was- it was night already- when my thoughts were shattered by the phone. I pondered whether to answer or not, but there was a chance it was Maya. "Hello?"

"Misaki- san!!" The loud voice of Hinamori blew me away.

"Yes, Hinamori- san?"

"I need your help! My Guardian Charas are gone and there's no one I could reach right now!"

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