A/N: Here you are, reading this chapter! This is the official begging of not only the story, but part One: The Heat of the Flames. What does it mean? Read to find out!

Chap. One: This Fire

Mokuba scuttled home. He had spent more time talking to Katsuya than what he'd expected; it was almost 8:30. The building's curfew was 9:00, so he'd have to hurry if he wanted to get home before they locked the building gates, then he'd be outside in the cold all night.

As he rushed in a somewhat pacing matter, he ran in Lena, somewhat coincidentally, and shhe invited him to a party. " It's tonight¼ ." She said kind of blushing and looking away. "I'll pick you up in front of my job, if you want." He was going to say 'no,' but her smile, and cleavage, convinced him to say yes. She giggled happily somewhat giddily, and gave him a hug. His face turned a little red, and she told him to be outside her workplace in forty-five minutes, and she hopped off, jumping into a car and driving off in the other direction. As he watched her drive off in a rather fasionable red car, he could've sworn she'd been high. But, he had no time to worry about such things; his curfew was in ten minutes!

As he slid into the building five minutes before curfew, he ran happily up to his apratment number, number five on the fourth floor, three doors down from the stairwell. The moment he got on the other side of that door that squeaks angrily when you open it, he began picking different outfits to wear. He felt like he was in high school again.

Lena lay somewhat relaxed as she waited until time to go pick up that kid. She couldn't exactly remember his name. Was it Morly? Or maybe Marcus? No, those names are too normal to be his. It was something odd; Mokuba! Yes, that's it, Mokuba¼ "Hey, Lena, you look waaaaaaay too mellow. Aren't you nervous the cops will shop up?" A girl with short, blonde hair said softly as she placed food on the table in the living room of the small apartment building. "Well, the effect does last for a while..." She pointed to her red and flaring nose, which was bleeding.

"Oh, you're bleeding..." The girl said, reaching for a tissue.
"I'm fine." Lena retorted, rather stiffly. The girl got a little stiff herself, but reached for Lena's face all the same. Lena grabbed her hand roughly, and threw her back against the table, causing her to sit on the food. "Don't fucking touch me, you worthless bitch." Lena said. Whether or not it was the drugs, you couldn't tell, but did it matter? She always beat up her more pasive friends. The girl got up, stumbling, and ran for the door.

Finally, Mokuba decided on what he was going to wear. He chose a dark green shirt and some black planks that were old and faded, with holes on both knees. He slid his shoes back on, and slipped back out of the apartment. Little did he know that leaving his house thatnight would be one of the biggest mistakes he would ever make in his entire life...

Well, that's all for now, sorry! I have many, many, other things that must be attended to, like school and studies. I'll try to be more quicker in typing up the next two chapters, but I cannot ake any guaruntees.

Until next time,
Realmy.