YOU ARE MINE

by: Dreams of A Nightingale

- Prologue -

"So sir, what kind of sexual activities do you prefer?" A rather hopeful (that the results she gets aren't too perverted) reporter asked one of the 'innocent' passers-by. Out of the six people she interviewed, all were like, blow jobs. She knew this was not going to work, and she knew that she was going to lose her job in an instant.

Whoever thought of such assignment anyway, "I want you to find a man who will say that their favorite sexual activity is hand jobs." Tomoyo could hear again the voice of their editor inside her head. This is totally hopeless. She stared at the pale face of the European she happen to surprise.

The European smiled. "I'll only answer that question if you allow me to treat you to dinner tonight."

Tomoyo raised her left eyebrow. Was this man asking her fo a date? She observed his physical stature. He was not that bad, but she especially loved his deep mysterious eyes. "Depends on what you're answer is." She said teasingly.

"This is quite embarassing, you know." He gave off a laugh.

"Yeah I know." She smiled. He is staring at me. I wish he'd stop. Tomoyo thought.

"Hand job." He said quickly.

By those two words, the young reporter's face lightened up. At last, this horrid interview job is over, she thought.

"Your name sir?" Tomoyo asked casually.

"Eriol Hiiragizawa."

Tomoyo stared at him, dropping her pen and paper. Did he just say that his name was Eriol Hiiragizawa?