Geek: I'm addressing a few things. However, it's not like a mandatory thing, so I don't care if you skip this. BTW, I'm thinking that in the New Year, I'll make another story to go along with this, like after New Year's. Still toying with the idea, and I would love to hear feedback!

Answering Noone: ...I can't believe how right you are! And you aren't being rude at all, sweetie! You opened my eyes and you are correct! I need to work on keeping character personalities, especially Eren's! It's fairly difficult for me to stick to a persona, as you know from my writing. Thank you for your constructive criticism!

And if anyone else noticed this problem but didn't tell me, I'm okay with that too! I can deal with constructive criticism, it helps me write better! But for those of you who are confused by my personality jumping, especially with our heroine, I'll address it.

As you all know, Eren doesn't like girly things at all. She's had a very traumatic past. I'd like to think of her as punk/tomboy, and is fairly easy to temper. She's antisocial at times, are prefers dealing with things on her own. She is fairly smart at times and very much a fangirl. She doesn't really give a crap about what people think (I haven't been sticking with that fact), and in romantic times, gets flustered easily.

P.S. To Noone and everyone….thank you. Thank you so much! Danke, grazie, thank you, merci, gracias, salamat, obrigado, tack, þakka þér, σας ευχαριστώ, dziękuję, köszönöm,谢谢. (For those who are of my origin of lazy this all means thank you!) I love that you love the story and I'll try to make it better and fix my kinks in writing! You are all wonderful and amazing! Have a good day!

"Can you hear them? They're coming, they're in the signal, they're in...my head..." I sing as I finish up getting into my oversized Desert Bluffs tee shirt, gray sweatpants, and put on my big, thick glasses.

"Is it only me? Am I the only one to be called? This pounding in my ears is calling me to rule the world~..." I continue as I spin around in tiny circles, using my brush as a microphone.

"Rule the universe...as the Master of your fate~. Can you hear the drums? Don't try them it's too late…" I stop as I twist and open the door.

My eyes widen. One, the lights are dimmed. Only thing is that I didn't dim them when I went in the shower. I feel forbag to get my pocket knife but then I remember I left in on my bed.

"Son of a bitch." I whisper, as I already feel myself bristle at the eeriness of the dark.

I'm not afraid of it. But everyone gets that cold on your neck when you walk in the dark, where your hair stands up and you know nothing's there. But you don't want to wait to find out, because you thought you saw the glint of eyes of an animal unknown to you. I felt my hands contract into fists. As I slowly close the bathroom door. I rush to the bedroom entrance and open it. I look over my shoulder to see the long and wide window. Dark gray clouds gather and thunder rumbles, promising a sea storm. I try to think of something to calm myself but no success. I sigh and slip out into the hall.

I was in the darkened corridor, where doors stood at the walls like stoic soldiers, not giving me a hint to what they guarded. Well...almost all. One soldier seemed to be slacking off. The oak door with a brass knob was cracked a bit, but I couldn't see much with the suffocating dark. I hear scuffling in the exposed room. Curious, I go to the door, as quiet as a black cat.

Please don't be a desert with mountains, lighthouses, and a race of gigantic, masked warrior men and women… I think to myself.
"Hello….?" I ask. I hear the noise freeze.

I open the door slowly, my eyes trying to adjust.

"H-Hello? I-I'm not afraid of you!" My voice cracking.

"...I know you aren't." The familiar voice replied bitterly.

Lightning flashes, lighting the whole room. Hikaru is crying his face in a mix of pain and grief. He wears a white tanktop and blue striped shorts. His golden eyes aren't looking at me. It's looking at the small steak knife that's splattered in blood and his pale arm that's draining thin rivers of blood into the white sink, which has lines of pink crisscrossing it.

I gasp and tackle him.

"Hikaru what the hell!?" I whisper shout, wrenching the knife from his hand.

I'm hugging him close to me, so he won't try to grab it from me.

"Why should you care? You did the same thing to yourself! Kyoya told me about these!" He grabs my wrist, revealing the pale cut scars on my wrist. I yank my arm away from him and start to subconsciously rub my wrists.

"That was a long time ago…" I mumble. "But that's no excuse to hurt yourself! It doesn't help the problem! It just makes people depressed! You could've talked to Kaoru! Or Tamaki! Or me!" I argue.

I sigh and walk over to a mini supply closet, and find some gauze, clips, and a cloth. I walk over to the sink and get run it under warm water.

"Give me your wrist!" I demand.

"What?"

"Give. Me. Your. Wrist."

He hesitantly holds it out and I press the cloth to his wrist. He winces a little, and he grabs his arm with his other hand.

"Sorry." I apologize quietly.

"This also may sting a little." I warn him.

I start to tightly wrap the gauze around his forearm. I look up to his face twisted into a grimace.

"It'll be okay, yeah?" I smile faintly.

I finally clip the bandages together, looking back down at my work.

"Okay, looks good. Now, I'm staying with you because I don't want you to hurt yourself again. I-...we care about you." I say, as I feel my face heat a little.

He smiles handsomely, his eyes sparkling in the dark. Suddenly I feel a pair of arms wrap around me and pull me close. Blood rushes to my cheeks as I listen to his heartbeat. I look up at him and smile faintly.

"Thank you, Eren." He whispers.

I hug his waist, and murmur, "No problem, Hikaru."

"Eren! Hurry up!" Shouts Tamaki.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I shout, grabbing my tan suitcase and rushing out of the home.

I sport the things that Mr. Fugioka packed. A red lace V-back dress that, as it said on the tag, was from Forever 21. I also wear white buckled faux suede flats. I wear some chapstick and a white fedora with a red stripe of ribbon.

"Sorry, kind of hard to walk in these." I apologize.

I make it into the van and slam the trunk down after putting my suitcase in the back. Kyoya sits in the driver seat, Kaoru sits shotgun, and as I get in, I see Honey and Mori in the middle two chairs, and Haruhi in the front row after the driver's. I move to the last row and sit with Hikaru.

"Hey." He waves slightly, smirking.

I blush a little. "Hey."

I sit down a buckle up, and as I do, I feel an arm wrap around my shoulders. But I let it go.

"Uh, where's Tama-chan?" Honey asks.

"TAKING FOREVER!" Yells Kaoru

The van started and we rushed ahead. I looked out my window to see Tamaki running with us. And my laugh rang through the car.