AN: Alright! Alright already! I'll write another chapter. Yes, I do plan on updating my other stories, but I am a rock and a hard spot with Playtime! I had a brief splurt of ideas and so I would really like to write them down before I forget what I wanted to write in the first place. I am soo happy I got reviews; does everyone think my summary is okay? Anyway, I'll get on with the chapter.

Chapter 2

"Oh, mother," Hitomi sighed dreamily, "I'll clean up after dinner tonight, and let me get that for you." Mrs. Kansaki smiled at her daughter who was taking the moist plate out of her hand and drying it with a dish towel.

"My, my, my, Hitomi," beamed her mother, "what has that school done to you. Whatever it is, tell then not to stop." She and her daughter chuckled softly. "I don't remember another time when I was so thankful to have a young, teenage daughter. Did you meet a boy after all?" Hitomi blushed a supple pink.

"How did you know?"

"Feminine instincts, my love." For the longest time, Hitomi and her mother had been sworn enemies but ever since she met that boy, Hitomi was a different woman. "Well, my dear, I suppose you can go to that party you've been wanting to go to. Please try and be home by twelve." Hitomi leaned over and kissed her mother on the cheek; she darted upstairs and into her room to get ready.

"What to wear, what to wear." she mumbled to herself. After a long period of silence, Hitomi shot up and rushed into her chaotic closet. "Eureka!" She yanked out an old looking night-wear outfit. The tube top was a metallic red with black laces down the chest and up the sides. Matching, were the skin tight black slacks with a bell-bottom opening; perfect for knee high boots. Hitomi thrashed about her make-up drawer until she believed herself presentable.

Skipping downstairs she snatched up her black leather jacket off the banister and wrapped it about her shoulders. The sweet hum of some romance show played in the other room, and Hitomi knew her mother would be there half the night waiting for her to come home. As she charged out the door into the glacial night, she was met by a black limousine pulling up in front of her.

Smiling subtly to herself, she trotted down her front steps and met a blonde-haired cerulean-eyed man garbed in a black tuxedo; Hitomi began to feel ashamed of her informality. "Allen," she gasped as he took her under his arm and pulled her into the limousine, "you look gorgeous."

"I try," his bright smile brought a twisted grin to the corners of Hitomi's mouth. Hitomi pushed a few locks of her auburn hair behind her ear and laid her head on Allen's broad shoulder. Allen beamed and stroked her hair lovingly as they approached their destination: his destination. "Angel, we're here." Hitomi sat up and looked about, and suddenly realized they weren't at any party at all. They were at Allen's house.

"Allen?" Hitomi whispered as he drew her out of the limo. "I thought we were going to the party?"

"Were we are going," he responding, grasping her hand and leading her to his front door, "there will be a party." Hitomi, sincerely believing she was in love with him, ignorantly allowed him to lead her up to his room. "I'll be right back. Close your eyes."

Hitomi watched him leave and then situated herself on the bed in a way she thought he would find sexy. Then, as she looked around the room, she realized she what she was getting herself into. Rapidly, she ripped out her cell phone, but Allen had just reentered, so she shoved it under a pillow, and resumed her pose with a lot less confidence.

Allen had evidently prepared a delicious meal for the two of them, a huge steak, and wine. "Allen," Hitomi hushed, "we can't have wine! We're underage." He knowing pull out a rather small steak knife and began cutting the beef into pieces for them both.

"Hitomi, Hitomi, Hitomi," he sighed, impatiently setting down the knife. "We're not underage here. Within these walls we can be any age we like." Then Hitomi understood; why he asked her to the party, why he was pretending to like her, why he brought her here instead, why he lead her upstairs.She started to shake her head, and didn't stop.

"No, Allen, I can't do this." She stood up, grabbing her coat and moving toward the door. "This isn't me and-" Hitomi was cut off as she was heaved to the ground. Her head rotated to meet eyes with Allen, whose hand was held fast to her ankle.

"Going somewhere?" he mocked as he stretched out his hand and pulled her up. She shot him daggers, and as she tried to slap him, he caught her hand an inch before his face.

"Let me go. I don't want to do this."

"You see, I would," he explained as he dragged Hitomi to come sit on the bed next to him, "but the only person's opinion who really counts right now is mine." Wide-eyed, she watched him release her stinging and raw wrist. "I suggest you don't move while I am gone, or there will be hell to pay."

Burning tears stung behind Hitomi's eyes, but she didn't dare let them fall. To her right she saw an open balcony door she could escape through, but for all she knew, Allen could have the S.W.A.T. out there waiting for her. God knows he was rich enough for it. But before she could even begin to conceive a plan, Allen emerged in the door way again, but this time he was clothed in merely a burgundy robe.

Sauntering over to her, he laid a hand upon her pale face, and let it drop down, down, down.She turned her back to him briskly. "Oh, feisty, are we?" She bit her tongue to keep herself from spitting the words that described him best. "Well then, let's get right to it." Her heart began to pump hastily beneath her chest; there was no way she could overpower him.

His experienced hands stealthy undid the laces on her shirt, and before she knew it, she didn't even have one on. He thrust her backwards, sending her on her back onto the bed. Slowly, he undid her pants, and whipped them off. "Ready, Miss Kansaki, for the thrill of your life?" The blood rushed to Hitomi's face as Allen turned his back to her for a single moment to pull off the robe concealing him.

But that moment was brief enough for Hitomi to roll across the bed to the bed side table, grasp the knife in her hand, and breathe deeply. Closing her eyes, she threw the knife, and with a yelp of pain she heard something drop to the floor sobbing mercilessly. Then it stopped.

Hitomi faintly congratulated herself, and then began to panic at her actions. The only thing she could think of to do was to call someone to come and pick her up. Snatching her phone from under the pillow, Hitomi dialed Talu's number. "Hello? May I please speak to Talu?" A male voice answered, the last thing Hitomi wanted to hear,

"No, she's not here right now, may I take a message?"

"No, that's okay." And Hitomi immediately punched the numbers to her friend Aiki's house.

"Hello?" A young feminine voice answered.

"Thank God it's you, Aiki, listen I-"

"I'm sorry Hitomi, I have to go, and I'll call you back later, bye."

"No, Aiki, don't!" But the other line clicked, and she was gone. Then Hitomi began to think of one last person. "Hello? Van? Is that you?"

"No, this is Folken. What'cha want this late?" replied a sleep-deprived Folken.

"Where is he?"

"Uh," Folken smiled maliciously, "he's, uh, on a date tonight. Yeah, that, he's on a date, sorry. Can I take a message?" Hitomi let the phone drop out of her clammy hand and bounce on the bed. "He's on a date tonight; he's on a date tonight." The words pounded through Hitomi's already aching head. That only left one last person.

"Dilandau, get your ass over here right now. You need to come pick me up at Allen's place, pronto. Don't ask why, just come get me!" Hitomi bellowed to her long time friend and neighbor, tears once again filling her eyes.

Not more than seven minutes later, Hitomi heard the buzz of a motorcycle approaching. She found her top, put it on roughly, and ran down the stairs. Coming face to face with her rescuer only brought more tears to Hitomi's eyes. "What's wrong Hitomi?" Dilandau spoke softly.

She leapt up behind Dilandau and put her arms around his waist, in order to hold on, "Nothing." But no, nothing wasn't wrong. Everything was wrong. With one shrug, Dilandau could brush off Hitomi's sadness, but it would a whole world of shrugs for it to even phase her true, deep sadness. No one would ever understand her, and if for the first time in her young life, she vowed silently to herself, over the whirr of the motorcycle engine, she would never admit true love to anyone, ever again; not even herself.

AN: Yes, I realize it is short and it is a cliffy, but I am really tired, and I think this turned out better than I had hoped. I really hope you enjoy, and that it is not terribly confusing. I won't post another chapter unless I get reviews. Flames are welcome.

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