Yukari and Hitomi had crashed on the couch as they waited for the partiers to arrive. Hitomi was half asleep and Yukari had totally left the conscious world about a half hour ago. They had been watching X-Men and the movie was long over. The last five hours had past by very slowly and the sun was barely starting to set.

Just as Hitomi was starting to finally enter blissful unconsciousness, the doorbell rang, sending a short winded and sweated Yukari screaming and up before Hitomi herself could react. She was on her feet in a second and panting frantically. When Yukari finally settled down, she calmly walked over to the door and motioned to Hitomi to go upstairs.

"Go get changed. I already laid an outfit for you on the bed." She whispered and Hitomi raced upstairs, tripping over Mamoru who was asleep on the floor. He shifted slightly but remained asleep. Hitomi quickly got up and raced up the stairs to change as High Schoolers started pouring into the main room. Someone had brought beer and a couple of speakers so within seconds the rooms were filled with scents of alcohol and very loud music pulsed the air. Before Yukari could blink, the entire house was filled and people were already hanging around outside and on the stairs.

Yukari looked around for any sign of Hitomi but only found a few familiar Sophomores. Otherwise, everyone else were Seniors. Suddenly, a couple of gasps started to spread then a couple of whistles. Yukari looked up the stairs where everyone's attention was gathered. Hitomi stood at the top of the steps. She had changed into Yukari's clothes that she had given to Hitomi and had found a pair of leather strap high heels. She gently glided down the stairs, her short black skirt slightly shifting with each step. The red tube top that Yukari had laid out was a bit snug for her only because that particular shirt was Yuakri's first dancing shirt. She had worn it at 12 and had grown a bit since. But it was the only one that Hitomi chose that looked appropriate for this party. Besides, this particular outfit turned a lot of heads and dropped even more jaws. She made her way downstairs and parted the cluster of dumbfounded seniors with much ease even though Yukari could tell she was prepared for a struggle.

Hitomi made her way to where Yukari was. "Any sight of him?" she shouted over blaring music.

Yukari shrugged. "Seen who?"

Hitomi rolled her eyes. "Van." And Yukari looked at her as if she was mad.

"Who's Van?" she nearly screamed as the music got louder.

Hitomi's eyes widened and she pointed towards the door, a grin broadening on her face. Yukari looked at where she was pointing and also found herself dumbfounded.

A boy no older than Yukari and Hitomi themselves was at the door, looking around the room and when he saw the two best friends staring in awe, he grinned and headed their way. He was taller by the two girls by half a head and his hair looked like a crown of thinned raven feathers, laid long and sharp on his perfectly sculpted head. A few strands of black hair had fallen over his eyes, shading the mysterious mahogany jewels that glimmered on his very lightly tanned face. His sleeveless red shirt exposed his finely tuned arms and glistened rock hard chest. He moved like a cat as he maneuvered his way through the sea of drunk and absolutely self absorbed seniors and made his way to Hitomi and Yukari, a gentle and warm smile on his face. Hitomi felt her knees buckle a bit as he came closer and eventually stopped right next to them.

Hitomi smiled. "Hey, Hitomi. It is Hitomi right?" he said.

"Yeah, it's Hitomi. And You're Van?" The raven haired boy nodded slightly and turned to Yukari. "I've never met you before." He commented.

Yukari blushed a bit and glared at Hitomi. Hitomi lowered her head at Yukari's expression. "Van, this is my best friend, Yukari. Yukari, this is Van, my neighbor." She said in a weak attempt to introduce the two. Van bowed slightly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Yukari blushed. "Ditto." She whispered.

As these pleasantries were being made, the sea of people started to shift. A little pink haired girl came stumbling over a couple of passed out drunks and tipped over furniture. She fell and Van quickly spun around and caught her from falling on her face. The girl looked up at him and Hitomi saw that she had wide yellow eyes with slit pupils, almost cat like. She helped herself out of his arms and fixed her blue jeans and tan sleeveless shirt. She combed through her curly pink hair with sharp nails, painted black, and looked like claws. Hitomi couldn't help but find herself staring at the girl that looked exactly like a cat except she didn't have a tail. The girl glared at Hitomi and Van spoke up, "Now, play nice Merle. She is after all the hostess." Hitomi lightly smiled and her cheeks reddened, but the cat girl simply stuck out her tongue in a childish manner.

Hitomi stepped back a bit in confusion, when she felt a warm, soft feeling on her cheek. She spun around and saw Amano behind her. She blushed a bit and Amano couldn't help but smile. "Nice party." He shouted.

"Thanks. I hope you can make yourself at home." She shouted back. "Oh, Amano, I wish to introduce you to…" she turned around, but Van was gone. "…Van?" she whispered to the emptiness.

"Who's there?" Amano said in her ear. Hitomi spun around again, but this time she went a little to fast. Her head ached and she slipped into unconsciousness. Amano caught her in time, but she hit her head against the table, making her sleep deeper.