Shunichi's in town. He's finally become the famous filmmaker he always wanted to. I'm so proud of him. Shido knows too, he's been weary, and watching me carefully. He keeps telling me NOT to go to the premiere of his new movie, after all, that's why Shunichi's here. I promised I wouldn't, but it's been nine years since I've seen him, and God, how I miss him.

I pull up my long hair, cut myself some suicide bangs, and straighten it piece by piece, slowly laying flat on my back. It's so much longer when it's not wavy. I like it. I paint my face with make-up, dark and brooding, and find in my drawer a brocade, Victorian styled corset, putting it on, tying it as tight as it will go, my bosom is pushed up, and my waist sucked in. I look like a Barbie Doll, and I like it. I add tight, black pants that are straight-legged and cut off just before my ankles, in a sort of industrial punk style. Adding my so loved Mary Jane's, I start for the door. I creep out quietly, Shido's out somewhere on some case, and Guni's busy in our small kitchen. It's better if she doesn't know I'm gone, she'll know exactly where I'm headed.

I start to run, in the distance the vibrant beams of white light swirl in the sky, as if yelling, "COME OVER HERE!" I'm about six miles from the theatre, and I'm not sure if I'll get close enough to see Shunichi, but, I am a vampire after all, our kind is known for getting are way. I run faster.

It takes me awhile, a little over a half an hour, and the place is swamped. The theatre, over run with celebrities and fans shines like a star in the night. It's so loud, and it nearly makes me wince, but I'm okay. Really. I see the famed red carpet, and the place where you're supposed to check in, to prove you're supposed to walk down it. I approach the little white cabana, and smile at the man with the head set, sitting behind the table.

"Name?" he asks with a smile. I peer down quicker than he can catch and pick a random name for one off the list.

"Sara Johnson." I reply to him, winking. I like this name; it's plain, and normal. He doesn't check twice, but hands me a badge, and I pin it to the top of my black corset. I wave goodbye to him, and head off.

I see Johnny Depp a little way in front of me. He's in this film. It should be pretty good. Shunichi wouldn't make a bad movie, after all. Other actors and actresses, Angelina Jolie, and what not. They glimmer under the lights of the paparazzi.

I take my seat, and watch the film, it is quite good, but, I don't glimpse Shunichi through the whole event, and I start to worry. As people exit the theatre, speaking their acclaim, I listen for his distinct voice. Nothing. I take my leave, beaten, and I think I'm crying. It doesn't matter.

I fall back onto the lighted carpet, glowing and buzzing with fans. There are bodyguards here and there around a limo, and I look up just in time to see a tall, handsome man step into it. I know it's Shunichi.

It starts to drive away before I can catch it, and I follow it as best as I can to a beautifully adorned hotel in the upper part of New Orleans, built in that plantation style. He steps out, and I strive to reach him, but the elevator closes just as I slip through the carved doors, and I run to the front desk.

I demand to know what room Shunichi's in, and the concierge stares at me, turning her snooty nose up.

"I can't give you that information. Please go." She says in some accent not natural to this part of the country.

"Tell him that Riho Yamazaki's here to see him!" I cry at her.

She rolls her eyes at me, but picks up the phone, calling up to the room. She talks for moments, and all of a sudden, a hand lands on my shoulder.

"Riho!" I hear a voice cry.

Stunned, I turn around, and Shido stares at me desperately. He knows why I'm here, and looks mournful, like I have torn out his heart.

"Shido." I whisper back, this is where he must to come to meet with his lead on his latest case. I curse myself. He's the last person I want to see right now. And as we stand locked in each other's stare, the elevator door 'dings' and out of it I hear my name called again.

"RIHO!"

I turn my head, and I see a stumbling, over-joyed, older Shunichi stride towards me, and before I can answer his desperate call to me, he grabs me by the shoulders, and shoves his mouth onto mine, kissing me fully on the lips. Moments pass, his tongue juts in, and before I realize what I'm doing, I'm returning the kiss, and when I finally pull myself away, Shido's nowhere to be seen.

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A/N: So, yeah. I'm in a rut. Sorry for the short chapter. Unless you readers feel otherwise, I don't think I'm going to continue this little 'Riho Saga'.