AN: Thank you to everyone. I'm sorry it took so long but I've been kinda side tracked what with school and all.

To my dearest Oneesan, Sailor Ronin Usa-chan…thank you sooo much for putting up with my laziness and lateness. Without you I wouldn't even be an author here. Thank you again. **huggles**

All right then. I hope y'all enjoy ^.~

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Well this was definitely going to be interesting. Might as well go get her stuff. "Come on Mina-chan…Mina-chan?" The blonde goddess of love no longer stood beside her but rather stood extremely close to a cute brownish-blonde with huge blue eyes. Great. She had been so amazed by the manor she forgot she was now stuck in this place with guy crazy Minako and, guess what…a whole roomful of guys! Guess she had to save this poor one from the clutches of her friend, seeing as how all but one of the other guys had left him.

How manly.

"Mina-chan, you have to let him breath. Living beings need air and currently you've got this one in a choke-hold." She reached over and pulled her friend away before introducing herself to the two guys.

"Usagi Tsukino and that's Minako Aino. You'll get used to her antics after awhile. You two would be…?"

"Omi Tsukiyono, it's nice to meet you." His face was beginning to regain some of its natural coloring but a faint blush was spread across his cheeks. Someone took her hand and she turned just in time to watch the other guy plant a feather soft kiss on the back. Now she could feel *her* cheeks burning. He lowered his sunglasses and she was lost in a sea of jade.

"And I, tenshi, am Yohji Kudou. It is going to be a pleasure to be sharing this manor with two beauties such as yourselves. I hope we become *very* close." He flashed her a killer smile and from somewhere behind her she heard Minako sigh. He let go of her hand and she stepped away in a daze, trying tried to regain her bearings. Goodness, she needed to get over herself. She was eighteen and acting like a schoolgirl. With that in mind she snapped out of it and turned to Omi.

"Would you mind helping us with our stuff? We had to have help getting it in the car and I'm pretty sure we're going to need help getting it out, especially since we've got to lug it upstairs." She and Minako gave the two of them the big-eyed stare, sticking out their bottom lip for emphasis.

"Of course!"

"It would be an honor."

She almost felt sorry enough to tell them just how much luggage was waiting for them. Almost.

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Ken finished putting the last of his stuff away and looked around the room. It felt like he had wandered back into the Victorian days. Everything was so old and elegant looking. The furniture was made from dark walnut and the colors of the room were of forest green and gold. Two large glass doors led outside to a balcony overlooking the front of the estate and another door off to the left led to what he guessed was the bathroom.

Walking in he flipped on the light and looked around. The room itself was slightly smaller then the bedroom, but not much. There was a modern looking toilet next to a two-faucet sink and a cushioned chair sat a few feet behind him. Two months in this place was starting to look not so bad. He headed for the door when a strange gurgling sound came up from the right of him. It was so faint he thought he imagined it so he stood still and listened.

There! It sounded like it was coming from…the bathtub! He spun around and stared intently at it. A clear frosted curtain circled around obscuring his view from what lay inside. As he got closer the gurgling continued and a deep red color seemed to be filling the large marble tub and staining the bottom of the curtain almost like…like…

Blood.

The story Kaly had told him flooded his mind in a rush of fear and his hand shook inches from pulling open the curtain. Would that woman's chopped and mangled body be floating in there? Decaying in a pool of blood and organs? No! Of course it wouldn't. That had happened more then a decade ago. So if it wasn't that woman then what…? He mentally slapped himself and grabbed hold of the curtain. He was Siberian, a member of Wiess. There was more then a thousands peoples blood on his hands, he could handle this. Besides, there were two innocents staying at this place and he needed to know if foul play was going on. With that in mind he ripped open the curtain and stared down at…

Nothing.

Not a damn thing.

There was no sign of blood or anything red for that matter. The bottoms of the frosted curtains looked up at him in all there clean-untouched glory. The gurgling had stopped and the room was filled with a tomb like silence. His heart was still trying to beat its way out of his chest and the curtain in his hand still shook with the rest of him.

There was nothing there. The milky whiteness of the marble tub remained just that. White. His shaking hand let go of the curtain and he stared at the tub through the frosted film. Still nothing changed. Backing up slowly he made his way to the door and threw himself out, slamming it shut so hard the pictures on the wall shook, one so much that it fell. Ken heard the glass cracking as it hit the floor and flinched. Once he had regained himself enough to breathe straight he made his way to the fallen picture and picked it up. The photograph was a black and white of a couple as they sat side by side on the foot of a bed, the very same bed in his room. The man in the portrait seemed to be looking sideways at the woman who stared directly into the camera with fear and sadness. His heart stopped for just a moment when he took in where the glass cracked, the picture sliding from his fingers to the floor.

They were the couple in Kaly's story. His mind wouldn't let him believe anything else. The glass had cracked only on the woman's body, branching out in several different places making it appear as if it had been chopped into tiny pieces.

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Nagi looked up as someone slammed a door in one of the rooms. Curiosity of what had happened briefly crossed his mind but disappeared as quickly as it had come. He was finishing up putting his belongings in various places within his new room and decided to actually *look* at the room he would be spending the next two months of his life in. It was old. It was nice, but it was old. The style and furniture made him feel as if he had somehow traveled back to the Victorian days in England. The colors were of dark navy blues, suiting him somehow and giving the room a somewhat depressing air. A few old pictures lined the walls, all in black and white and none of them very exciting. One photo did catch his eye though.

A young girl, probably no older then him, sat staring sadly at the camera. In fact, almost all the people in the photos seemed to be staring sadly at the camera. But there was just something about this girl. There really wasn't anything extraordinary about her or anything. Sure she was pretty, dressed in a simple dress with her hair half pulled into a clip the rest falling around her shoulders but there really wasn't anything amazing about her. Brushing off his interest he turned and headed for the door. Might as well take a look around the place since he was stuck here now. Unknown to him a pair of sad brown eyes watched his departure from near the balcony.

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He could sense Siberian's fear as if it were his own. All those rampant thoughts running wildly inside Ken's head were running loose in Schuldigs mind too. He smirked and lit a cigarette. The kitten had already scared himself and he didn't even have to do a thing. How easy it would be to rape their minds if they continued to feed into their own induced fears.

And those girls.

There was something different about them but it wouldn't take him long to figure out what it was. The blonde with the bow would defiantly give him a couple cheep thrills. Her thoughts were broadcasting themselves loud and clear all through the introductions and information. She was having some doubts about her room after Kaly told them that story.

But the other one. What was her name? Usagi. He couldn't seem to read her mind. He could hear bits and fragments of stray thoughts, but actually knowing what was going on inside…he couldn't do it. Which brought him back to another thought. What was up with Kaly and Rick. He couldn't even get a stray word out of their minds it was like being trapped in a never ending silence and it unnerved him. Greatly. No one had ever been able to get past his power and now all of a sudden he had three people alluding him.

And he didn't like it.

Not being in control did not suit him and he had a bad feeling that Kaly and Rick owned all of it.

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Farfarello heard a door slam in one of the rooms and briefly wondered who had done it. The force of the slam had a hint of fear to it so he doubted it had been Nagi or Schuldig. So that left Weiss. How truly pathetic, they had only been here barely an hour and already one of them was afraid of the place.

Looking around his new room he wondered if Schuldig would still sedate him. Probably.

He smirked.

He found all of this truly amusing. The stories that woman had told, the sad truths behind each room amused him greatly. Until he thought of the room. The room filled entirely with all those damn crosses. And that crucifix. How fitting that that woman supposedly died on the one thing he hated more then anything. The very thought that a room such as that one was inside the same house he was now forced to stay in made his blood boil like nothing before.

He'd be damned if he ever stepped foot inside there again, and anyone staying within these walls had better make sure he didn't catch them entering it either.

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Aya looked up the moment he heard the door slam from Ken's room, a picture almost falling from the force of it. Shrugging off his curiosity he finished putting away the last of his stuff and sat down in one of the cushioned chair seated inside his room and thought about the new situation.

There was something wrong with the whole set up.

There was something about Kaly and Rick that he didn't, couldn't trust. It felt as if those two had deliberately chose them and Shwartz to be stuck inside this house, and the fact that they threw in two innocents only made sure that Weiss stayed right were they were.

And the house.

He couldn't understand it but the house made him feel uncomfortable and slightly helpless, something he didn't enjoy at all. It was if the house had something planned also. But that was stupid and he refused to be scared away from a Goddamn house just because it made him feel strange, not when he needed the money to pay for his sister. It was his mission.

And no person or house was going to make him fail his mission.