Koh's life was always a whirlwind of activity. Day in and day out the teen was filled with moral obligation to be as annoying as possible, and that included a dare that involved Koh scrawling his name on Ghosh's favorite underwear. How was he supposed to know Ghosh's favorite was a skimpy little dark green number!? Koh remembered that day well, when he approached the Rhode household, magic marker in hand, his mind set. Selphie, he confirmed was in the tower, most likely with her brother. Now or never.

            Koh walked in without incident, as no one in Monsbaiya locked their doors, ever. Eyes filled with curiosity scanned the large room, falling upon the only other door, guarded by an average looking man with black hair. The man was playing with a small toy of some sort, so Koh had no problems creeping up on him.

"SNEAK ATTACK!" Koh crowed as he pounced from his hiding spot and mauled (not really) the guard. Said guard, being the wussy he was, fell over and fainted dead away without conflict. Koh almost didn't believe it, but was never one to push his luck; he knew when to take advantage of things, and now was the time.

            The boy entered the eight or so odd rooms before finally entering Ghosh's. It wasn't quite anything he expected at all. Lacy curtains filtered the hot sunlight, casting small sparkles around the room, glittering off the various swords he had up for display. It was actually quite cool, and Koh was not altogether opposed to saying a few minutes to snoop around. There were bundles of things Koh could use for blackmail, should he ever run across the need. But lo, he was here to put his mark on some undies.

            The closet was the most obvious choice. It resided next to Ghosh's large queen sized canopy bed, and like everything else, was large and most likely expensive. A rare black rose vine grew from a pot near here, and the vine curved over the closet and bed. It was in full bloom, and each petal glimmered red in the light. Koh shivered, but began poking his way through the closet. Ghosh's choice of attire in the closet sent two red eyebrows to the roof. One of the first things that emerged was a green and gold Cheongsam with a peekaboo hole shaped like a club. Wherever had Ghosh gotten this? Every girl in town would kill for this dress, Koh mused. It was made from pure silk, and the gold patterns were very carefully embroidered on. The collar rose to a gold clasp right under the jaw, and the sleeves were obviously longer than the wearer's arms. A matching pair of slippers rested just underneath the Cheongsam. Koh pictured Ghosh wearing this ensemble for the heck of it, blushed furiously, and quickly put it back.

'Holy snap, does this boy have ANY masculine clothes at all?' Koh thought to himself as he carefully picked through the clothing. The Cheongsam was the only thing green Ghosh had; most everything else was a shade of blue, lavender, white or pink, with a couple kahki pants. Koh shook his head and turned to the drawer beside him. He had lost most of his patience with the prior clothes, and so rearranged his other clothes in great haste. A mischevious light entered his eyes as Koh spotted his quarry at last. The smell of marker ink filtered throughout the room as Koh uncapped his magic marker and went to work. When all was said and done (mostly done) Koh cleared out like a bat on fire, and waited for Ghosh's return.

            "Who, me?" Koh exclaimed loudly, loudly enough to catch the attention of everyone in the temple, and earn himself a deadly glare from Ghosh, who at the moment was turning an interesting shade of red. The teen had a suspicious green lacy something clenched in his fist. Ghosh reached out his other hand and with suprising strength hauled Koh up and dragged him outside, out of earshot.

"Look at this." Ghosh hissed holding up the undergarments. Koh looked bewildered.

"You wear THOSE!?" He inquired, much to Ghosh's embarrassment.

"That's not what I meant, look!" The blonde jammed his finger into the large black K, O, and H that marred it's delicate surface.

"I didn't do it," Koh protested

"Liar."

"I'm being framed!"

"LIAR!!"

Koh had run straight to the temple after doing this nefarious deed, as it was the one place he was almost never at. However, Ghosh's tracking skills led him straight to the perpetrator of the crime. Koh's heart sank, he was going to pay dearly for this.

            Koh groaned as he dug himself out of the Monsbaiya city dump. Ghosh deposited him there after giving him a wallop he would never forget. Never again would he underestimate the teen's strength. He would have been angry had it not been for the fact he knew he deserved it. Bits and pieces of unidentified things stuck to his hair and clothes, and after spending a couple moments straightening his countenance, Koh painfully limped home. Wreath of course, was worried sick about him, but a freshly made up alibi (something along the lines of he was helping the weapon smith and a box of nun chucks had fallen on his face) spared him a great deal of real explaining to do. And so, with a stern warning, Koh was sent off to bed, like always, to wake up, like always. However, tomarrow, Koh would wake up to something different. Something he never experienced before. Never would he be looked upon quite the same, as he had reached a pinnacle in his existence, something that would make his poor deceased, venerable father very proud to behold. And for the life of Koh, there would be no looking back beyond this point. In fact, even the fact that this event happened would change Koh's very nature as a human being, not a drastic change, mind you, but one that might affect a big decision that would face him later.