Title: Metrepole
Rating: PG-13. (I'm too lazy to use the new ratings) Rating MAY change depending on the topics
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiß, but if you find any characters which doesn't belong in the anime, I suppose they're mine...So please, don't complain, don't sue, don't create a racket...
Pairings: Unknown yet. When decided, I will put up.
Summary: (This is centred on Ran, okay?) Ran lost his mermory and is trying hard to find it while seeking revenge against Takatori. His secret terms with Schwarz is left unknown tohis new assassin members. As he struggle to stay sane for some reason, he encounters situations he had never dared imagine.
Warning: Shounen-ai to the further chapters (that's a guarantee), maybe some OCC-ness somewhere
Note to readers: Read and review PLEASE... (puppy dog eyes) I know I' would have errors here and there, so please ignore them! Most of the words are translated into German, just to tell you, so please don't come up and tell me they're German, because they are! Okay, please go on to the story. The more reviews I get, the faster I do to be exact. Thanks for coming anyway!

Metrepole: the congested city where skyscrapers were built to battle the sky for immortality. The tallest of all nestles in the middle of Metrepole, Groß. Consisting the world's largest population, holding over four billion people, the city never sleeps. During the day the streets are filled with people on the way to their destinations. At night, the place lights up as glowing lanterns survey the roads at every turn, creating an art of lights when seen from Heaven's view. The amount of jobs at night equals to those in the day, so the twenty-four hour daily basis shows clearly Metrepole is the place of no silence.

Hundreds of companies battle to have the best business, but none is even close to attaining the highest standards compared to the Takatori Enterprise. Earning the trust and loyalty of almost half the population of other companies proved this was fatal to the weaker ones. The main businessman: Takatori Reiji. Being more highly regarded than Metrepole's President, this man has the power to both create and destroy.

Zauberei: the magic which exists in Metrepole. Zauberei is considered the strongest and main source of magic compared to other lands. Gifted humans become Hexens and Zauberer where they would train in special schools to attain the highest possible level of learning to use Zauberei. They range from Level A to F, followed by S and the strongest at Z. After attaining the level of B the Hexens and Zauberer are usually referred to as Mages.

Beschatten Sie Leute: They are people who hide themselves in other's shadows, staying almost invisible to the naked eye. Schatten Zauberei is a dark source of magic where sacrificial rituals are mostly made to prove strength and status. This was banned in Metrepole for decades. Those who break the law would receive immediate execution.

Kreuzzucht: Kreuzzucht are those who are mixed in blood combination of two people not in the same category as each other. Kreuzzucht can be considered one of the most dangerous categories depending on how the DNA of the Kreuzzucht is. An imbalance can cause major damage to the brain and make the Kreuzzucht go psychotic and almost unstoppable due to its tough defense against both physically and mentally. Most Kreuzzucht are killed before the age of ten if they show any signs of no control. Only one of a hundred manages to survive though.

Gestalten Sie shifter: According to what it is called, the Gestalten Sie shifter is able to taker form of whatever it has in mind or by touching the object. When it changes, it obtains the same knowledge and skills as whomever or whatever it takes form of.

Jäger: A group of people consisting not more than a hundred, and are usually set as police or bodyguards. They posses few powers of each category, and if truly able to control can be not only dangerous but toughest to defeat. At the moment twenty are in police force, thirty played as bodyguards and the others are not known, probably amongst the average people.

Diamant: Only S or Z level Mage or powerful Schatten are able to posses a Diamant. To transform to a Diamant, the person must be strong-willed, if not, during the two day transformation would fail and both Mage/Schatten and the person meant to be a Diamant would die. The risk is high as the failing causes the Other world, or simply known as Ander to open. So far seven were successful, while the other four were not, causing a total damage of almost fifty percent of the world.

The Diamant is usually pure in the sense that is usually virgin before the transformation. After the transformation is done, the Diamant is whole-heartedly loyal to their owner and at the same time posses almost the same amount of powers as their owner.

Memory is the core of the mind. Forget your memory and you lose your mind.

Omi Tsukiyono

Omi Tsukiyono gave a big yawn and stretched his arms towards the ceiling while his legs kicked off his blanket. Large blue eyes opened and adjusted to the bright light of the morning sun whose rays flowed into his room from his opened, welcoming window. He gave a large smile to himself and hoped towards his personal balcony, where at the corner sits a pile of sticks and dry glass.

He overlooked the small nest and smiled happily as his secret pet pigeon pair, Pecker and Olivia, greeted him with a 'phrooo' sound. Pecker was the male with a neck of purple and green, and he never ceases to flaunt his courageousness of protecting his nest from the trespassing crows. Omi called him that as that pigeon never hesitates to give the ones he doesn't like a good feel of his sharp beak. Olivia was a quieter and peaceful pigeon which enjoyed the sun a lot, and the vibrant green around her neck made Omi think of Olive color, thus her name.

"Morning you two. Hopefully Ken-kun won't notice if I steal some of his cornflakes for you", he laughed and petted them. They made another low noise as they loved the feel of their new owner stroking them.

For the past months he gained the trust of the pair by feeding them occasionally. The thing Omi thought as a repayment for them was having two baby chicks right at his balcony. Yoji and Ken didn't know, but Aya sure did due to an accident.

The redhead was cleaning up the house when he passed by Omi's room and saw a mess of dried grass about in his balcony, so tried helping to sweep it up. Luckily the blonde was back from school on time to stop Aya from spoiling the nest the two pigeons did. That was that. Aya didn't bother telling the rest of the guys and simply avoided contact with the pigeons.

"Well, I got to go now. See you later guys!" He said and went out of his balcony. He changed from his pajamas into a pair of Bermudas and a plain tee. He exited his room and headed to the toilet to wash up.

Apart from being a Level B Mage, the boy had the talent of picking up things rather fast. With the start of being a hacker since thirteen, he was introduced to being a Zauberer at that age as well. Accepting to be one, he underwent a tough training five times a week for three years. Now he succeeded in being a Mage, but he still had a long way to go. This time he took personal trainings with not only a Mage Kritiker agent, but from Yoji who was also a Mage at level S close to Z.

Ken Hidaka

The brunette grunted as the alarm clock by his ear woke him up from his dream. Head not leaving the comfort of his pillow, Ken Hidaka fiddled his hand about the dressing table by the bed and felt about to search for his irritating alarm clock. His hand hit something, and a crashing noise made him shoot up from his bed. He quickly looked over and saw the alarm clock vibrating and still making the ringing noise.

"You never die, do you?" Ken sighed. He picked up the alarm clock with the face the picture of a soccer ball and shut it off. It was given by one of his kids, so why not put it to good use? The rest were pretty much tired always trying to call him up before he either gets late for his soccer practices or his shop shift.

Mornings were terrible to Ken. What could you expect from a Schatten? He was definitely more active at night, as the moon was like his life force feeding him. He was the most active among the four during missions, and if the mission required them to practically climb up the building by stairs, Ken would be more than glad to do it.

Ken hopped off the bed and headed to the toilet which was connected to Yoji's room. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that both doors (god knows why) have no door lock. It was either Ken entering when Yoji's at it or Yoji entering when Ken's using. The first time they moved into this new building, the days and nights never pass without a shout from either side.

Soon both of them got used to it. They learned how to knock with the exception sometimes they happen to forget. It was probably the 'toilet business' the two of them got along slightly better than before.

Yoji Kudou

A hand raked his wavy hair as Yoji Kudou heard his next room neighbor enter the washroom from the other side. He adjusted himself to so he could sit comfortably at the end of his bed right next to the wall. He plucked the cigarette which was hanging in his mouth for the past five minutes and tapped it above the ashtray which outside was printed: Don't tell me I'm dead because I already am.

He left the burning stick in the ashtray and folded his arms behind him. Morning again, which meant another day over. Another day over meant a new one where you would never know what would come before you. He hated the thought of wondering what were to happen to him. He never wanted to think about it, but something always tugged his mind towards it.

Being an assassin wasn't exactly the best choice of job but who was he to choose. Asuka was gone. In fact there was no meaning to live if he had to go on without her.

He became a Mage before in his Investigator days so he could protect Asuka. How the hell would he know that it would still happen? He cursed himself for his weakness. The time when Asuka was shot down he was already at Level S. How the hell did he fail? He gritted his teeth and slammed his clenched fist against the wall.

Ran Fujimiya

Ran Fujimiya, his real name but his teammates call him Aya. Why he adopted his sister's name was clear to him, but blank to others. Until his sister is awake would he let go of her name. Until the day comes, he would keep her name like a treasure in his heart.

After his sister's accident he could only remember the face of Takatori, and swore revenge against him. That was and will be the first thing on his mind.

What was wrong though, the memory between where he sent his sister to the hospital and how he ended in Weiß. Every time he though of it, it gave him headaches. It was 'just' a headache to him, but his teammates refused to call it a simple one, as he frequently passed-out because of it.

He was pretty clear in his new assassin team he had two powerful Mages, plus a Schatten who was of great use in snagging out information by hiding in another's shadows. He was just a normal human being. End of story.

But whether he was really one no one can be sure.

Chapter 1: Kitten in the House

Ken jumped when he heard the wall from the other side gave a loud thump noise. He knew something was always bothering the playboy. Not only him, but the rest of Weiß were all in the same position as each other. The only thing was that they didn't know what the devastating thing was. He knew Omi's one, since the blonde had always trusted him like an older brother turning for comfort. He hoped the older two assassins would open up sometime, and hopefully help each other.

After brushing finish, he slid his toothbrush into the rack and went towards the door facing Yoji's room. With a knock he entered, expectant of the playboy to be lazing around.

"It's your shift today, don't forget or else Omi's going to have a fit", Ken reminded. Only when Ken spoke did Yoji noticed the brunette was in the room. He didn't even hear the door knock.

"Yeah, tell chibi I'll be down in fifteen", Yoji replied and got up from the bed.

"If that fifteen or fifty?" Ken snickered.

Yoji returned a grin. "Don't play with my words. Out", and the next thing Ken knew he was facing the door of Yoji's room.

"I'm serious! I'll side Omi today!" Ken shouted. He heard some muttering noises and smirked to himself. He turned and went past another washroom when Omi came out, scaring the shit out of the brunette.

Omi frowned at Ken's face which was showing an odd expression as if he were a ghost.

"I just came out of the toilet. You needn't give me that face."

"Ha ha, I'm just a little jumpy this morning. Must be those days again…"

"Oh, you mean those where every single itty-bitty thing scares you?" Omi teased.

"Yes, those days. Say more and I'll get you to do my deliveries as well."

Omi pouted. "You wouldn't, Ken-kun!"

"Hm… I think I've done it before…"

"Ken-kun hidoii!" Omi whimpered, making the brunette laugh.

"Oh yeah, where's ice princess?" Ken asked.

That was the name the other guys would occasionally use to refer to Ran. It didn't seem to bother him. First came Mr. Ice, followed by ice prince and since one unfortunate night Yoji mistaken Ran as a girl from the back, ice princess.

"Aya-kun? I don't think he's at home now. At least, I don't think he is."

"I see", Ken glanced at his watch then shouted, "Yoji! You got seven minutes and forty-three seconds!"

"Shut up already!" came from the other side of the hall.

Ken chuckled and the blonde giggled. They often did that to irritate Yoji, since the older one absolutely hated it when you gave him exact time.

"Come on, let's go open the shop. I bet you ten that there are at least ten girls waiting for us", Ken sneered

"Don't be too sure Ken-kun. Too bad for you I know how many people there would be waiting each day, and I say there are seven!"

"Don't be too sure yourself! I'll use that ten bucks of yours to buy ice-cream for the kids."

Omi stuck out his tongue. "I'll use that money to buy for them!"

"Where's the bloody difference?"

"Who wins, and who loses!"

Momoe, their personal shop helper, was already in the shop fixing the flowers even though it wasn't open. The blonde and brunette did the slightly heavier job of opening and to Ken's shock, there were exactly seven people waiting outside the shop, all schoolgirls.

"So, do you want me to put it on your tab, Ken-kun?" Omi giggled.

"So you think you're so smart, I bet another five the next person who enters the shop is a girl!" Ken said proudly.

"That's not fair! If the next person who enters isn't a guy, you'd only give me five!"

Ken returned the stick-out-tongue-thing.

That moment Yoji came in from the shop from the back. Ken and Omi exchanged glances for a minute before Omi gave the brunette a sneaky grin.

"I win! That's fifteen altogether!" Omi laughed.

Yoji gave a questioning look at the two.

"No! Yoji's not counted! I meant customer, Omi!" Ken protested.

Omi raised a finger and waved it side to side.

"You just said whoever entered the shop next! You cheater, Ken-kun!"

"Ladies, ladies. What's wrong with you two?"

"Ken-kun made a bet with me the next person who entered the shop isn't a girl, he'd give me five. Now he's going back on his words!" Omi explained. Yoji raised a fine brow at the both of them and Ken gave a 'heh heh' sound and shrugged.

"Ken, you officially lost."

"Hey! Is that revenge for telling you the exact time?" Ken yelled in a fake, angry tone.

"Partially. Anyway, pity Omi-chu a bit!"

"Yoji-kun, how many times did I tell you only Ken-kun's able to call me that?

"He doesn't use it a lot since he always calls you by your normal name, so why not put it to use, Omi-chu?" Yoji teased.

The schoolgirls in the shop were wildly giggling at the cute name and Omi blushed.

"Yotan! Stop that!"

"Actually, Yoji could use that name…"

"KEN-KUN", Omi growled.

Ken sweat-dropped and shut his mouth.

"Don't need to get angry now, Omi-chu", Yoji said and ruffled the younger blonde's hair, making it a mess.

"Yotan! I just combed my hair!" Omi yelled, frantically trying to swat away the one hand which already caused 'damage' to his hair.

Yoji laughed and left Omi raked his fingers through his hair in attempt to make it back to its previous condition. Ken was apparently laughing at the blonde whose hair almost resembled a bird's nest.

"Hm? Where's ice princess?"

"That's the second time someone asked me", Omi said thoughtfully.

"Oh come on. Don't tell me he's 'out' again?"

"Aya-kun does have a busy schedule you know. Although sometimes he does leave just like that…"

"But he is weird, isn't he? I mean, before him it was only three of us. We were fine that way. Why'd he suddenly join us out of the blue?"

Omi settled a pot of Red Camellia against the shelf and paused.

"He probably has his reasons. Each of us joined Weiß for a reason to fight for. Joining Kritiker is a lifetime thing too."

Yoji and Ken took a while to digest his words.

"Maybe you're right. He doesn't open much though. That could be a bad thing."

"We've been together for a year. Being a you-know-what, it'll obviously take time before he totally trusts us. Until then, none of you to bother him, got it? Plus, don't forget when he seemed to try and think he ends up on the ground unconscious."

The two other assassins tossed each other a look and decided to make fun of Omi. They both saluted and went, "Yes, ex-leader."

"Mou! Don't be so mean you two!" Omi cried.

The three's conversation was interrupted when the bell on the shop's door rang.

In stepped a lady with bright red hair alike Aya's, and her shades were placed above her bangs, all dressed in red with a handbag in on hand.

"Morning boys. I hope my bouquet of the four flowers ready?" She asked.

Manx, Persia's personal secretary.

Omi gave one of his usual smiles and led the way to the back while Ken and Yoji were left back at the shop with a few girls crowding them.

"Alright, ladies. I just remembered we have some new flower stocks from Africa and Kenken and I are going to get it! Care to wait?" Yoji asked and gave one of his playboy smiles.

The girls squealed in delight and all nodded and waved to the guys as they exited the shop through the back, leaving Momoe to take care of it.

Chapter 2: Schwarz

Aya walked into the hospital with silent footsteps and his hand tightened slightly around the bouquet of roses in his hands at the sight of his comatose sister. He approached the bed and looked down at her sleeping form. The two plaits on either side of her face were messy again, since there was occasional cleaning of the room. What puzzle him more was how her hair got messy even though the person only cleaned the floor.

With a soft sigh he went to the other side of the bed and placed the roses at the ledge by the window, where a soft breeze brushed through the gaps between the flowers and its leaves. He turned towards Aya and gently tugged both dark green bands from her hair. He immediately got to work typing her long hair into plaits.

While tying her hair, the memory of her when she was five came to him. The youngster loved to play with her hair, and kept telling her brother she would leave her hair all the way until it touched the ground. She loved her hair, but his parents didn't exactly like the fact their daughter needed her hair that long. They forced her to cut her hair until it was barely past her shoulder.

He managed a smile when Aya gave her brother the funny look which was caught between laughing and crying. Hoping to cheer her up, he tied her hair into several plaits. All was learnt from his mother, who taught him to do friendship bands(1). Using the same format, the plaits were eventually done. His parents were shocked to see their little Aya running around the house with at least a dozen of tiny plaits flying behind her.

Unknowingly, Ran finished both sides. He stared down at her hair and frowned. He was caught up with his thoughts, both plaits were uneven. So much for being a perfectionist, he thought wryly. He removed the band from one side and began working on it again. After another attempt he was finally satisfied that both plaits were equal.

/Indeed you are a perfectionist/ a voice clouded his head.

Ran jerked his head up from his sister and scanned the room. There was no one else in the ward except from his and Aya on the bed.

/Behind you/

Following his instinct, he lashed an arm out as he turned, only to get caught at the elbow.

"Tsk, tsk. No need to get all touchy", the German smirked.

A low growl from Ran was the only warning before Schuldich hitched in pain from a knee in his groin.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" Ran snarled, grabbing Schuldich by his collar.

"I –choke- can explain if you put me down", Schuldich uttered.

As much as he didn't believe the telepath, he threw him roughly to the ground. Schuldich took a deep breath and rest his arm on his knee.

"Vather said you'd do that, but I didn't believe him. I guess his visions are never wrong, eh?" Schuldich joked.

"What do you want Schuldich?" Ran snarled.

"You are no fun. Want to go to our place or do you want telepathic speech with Vather? If you choose the second one you've got to carry me home though."

That earned the telepath a smack on his head.

"I take it you want to go to our place", he grumbled.

Ran arrived at Schwarz's place after ten minutes of tolerating Schuldich's yapping. The telepath never seemed to shut up. He wasn't exactly saying it out but more like trying to get Ran into talking to him through their minds since the German knew clearly the redhead wouldn't speak more than ten words even if it killed him.

Despite the nosiness from the telepath Ran felt more comfortable being with Schwarz than Weiß since Schuldich already knew his past, there wasn't a need to say it out and start feeling unhappy. Weiß didn't exactly understand him as much as Schwarz did. He refused to let Weiß know, to be exact. He didn't want them prying into his business.

/Hm? I understand you? That's so touching kätzchen…ow, ow, ow/

Ran started pulling at the long, orange hair as he entered into Schwarz territory. The place they lived in wasn't the best cover, but was definitely convincing they looked like normal citizens/residents. The condominium called 'Oleander Towers' (2) was meant for large families, and to Ran the double-stories of the condo was sometimes at a waste just to fit four people. In reality there were eight six rooms, and if a party was to be thrown it could probably fit over fifty people. Not to mention the penthouse was the size of one level, making a total of three stories.

In the bubble lift (which reminded Ran of a business building instead of a housing estate), Schuldich was comforting his poor, mistreated hair while Ran looked out of the lift. His stomach churned a little because of the rising height, and decided to look away.

The door opened with a loud chime-ring noise and both exited. Five more steps and they were facing the front door of the place. To Ran's right the emergency door was well blended with the beige color of the walls.

Schuldich rang the doorbell.

From inside Ran could hear the familiar rings and soft footsteps. The door clicked and both of them entered.

"Oh yeah. Shoes. Don't know what his Bradley and now he wants us to remove our shoes before going in", Schuldich said.

Ran raised a brow but did as he was told. Putting it against the wall he gazed into the brand new apartment and the first thing he saw was the living room with the same, old, large TV affixed against the wall which was brought here from their previous place. The velvet couch new and alike the one at the shop was placed in a nice 'L' shape surrounding the television.

A soft ruffle of socks and Ran turned to face a brunette.

Nagi had his arms crossed and was resting them against the stairway's railing. The telekinetic nodded a 'hi' and Ran did the same as well.

The two never seemed to need words to communicate, and that made it all much easier. Speaking of which Nagi was a Schatten, Schuldich was a Gestalten Sie shifter and Crawford was a Jäger. Farfarello was a normal psychopath (although there isn't anything normal of a psychopath) which was taken in by Schwarz regardless of him having no gift but the ability of feeling no pain.

"Hey Nagikins, where's Bradley?" Schuldich asked as he took off his shoes.

Nagi showed a thumb to the inner hallway towards 'the' room.

The guys pretty much moved in when Ran joined Weiß, and knew this house almost the same as the shop's. 'The' room(3) was where Schwarz used to receive information from Estet, the organization they were from. He was forbidden to go in there most of the time, but he didn't really care.

"Now, what would he be doing in there?"

"Something regarding the next mission. Estet gave him a call this morning saying they would present him the report of Takatori."

At the sound of the name Ran hated most, he walked into the hallway without any consent.

"Whoa, hold it Ran. Yes, we agreed to get Takatori for you, but that takes time. Leave Bradley alone or Estet would know you're there and force us to kill you." Schuldich said and grabbed onto the redhead's shoulder.

Ran gave a growl and shrugged the hand off angrily.

"He's right, Ran. Anything you do in this household may endanger your life", Nagi said coolly.

Ran sniffed at the thought. The reason why Schwarz was nice to him was unknown but Crawford usually told him he would find out someday. Event though they were meant to be enemies, he trusted them as well as earning their trust. To not let Weiß know his secret, they had all decided when they met in the battlefield; they meet as enemies, not allies. There was a limit though, neither group were to kill each other.

When and how they became partially allies, Ran could not remember. The only one who seemed to know was Crawford, but the precog refused to tell no matter how much he tried asking. He was reluctant to, but dropped the subject of how they knew each other. So far, he had been with Schwarz for almost a year, roughly the time he entered Weiß. The time after Aya went into a coma and the time he started being an assassin was forgotten. The more he thought of it, the more headaches it gave him.

Ran took a seat on the couch while Schuldich took the one on the other side.

"Want anything to drink?" Nagi asked. Ran thought for a second and stood up.

"Don't busy yourself. I'll get it myself."

"Get for me too kätzchen!" Schuldich's voice echoed as Ran followed Nagi to the kitchen. The brunette rolled his eyes as Ran snorted.

"Get it yourself, schwein", Ran muttered. Well, whether he spoke it out loud or thought it, Schuldich would know.

Victory was sweet when Ran heard Schuldich whining about Ran being a baddie in the living. Nagi seemed satisfied with it, and gave a hidden smile.

/You guys are two peas in a pod. One day I'm going to eat you two/

/TRY/ both of them replied telepathically, then stared at each other.

They could hear Schuldich's voice laughing in their heads.

Ran ignored Schuldich's self-amusement and poured a glass of cold water for himself. Nagi had a different choice in drinks, and was some-what addicted to F&N Orange Juice. Ran always saw him drinking that no matter where and when.

"Where's Farfarello?" Ran asked all of a sudden.

The brunette took a few seconds to digest the question for some reason.

"He's inside his room. You want him out?"

"No. Just wondering…"

"Kätzchen! Bradley's out!" Schuldich shouted.

Ran went out of the kitchen, leaving Nagi to enjoy his drink.

When Ran came out he found Schuldich lying on his stomach taking up three quarts of the longest sofa. Crawford was seated where Ran was seated before and now he wondered where he was supposed to sit.

/Hm… you could sit with me/ Schuldich said.

Ran tossed a glare to the German who smiled sheepishly back at him.

/Not on my life/

"Schuldich. Get your butt to one side of the couch and stay there", Crawford said dangerously. The German gave a snort and scuttled to the further end of the couch. Only then did Ran move in and sit at the one closer to Crawford.

"Estet wants to get rid of Takatori as soon as possible as well. The good thing is he is on our list of 'to be killed', but the bad news for you is it might take another month the earliest."

Crawford watched as Ran clenched his fists.

"I understand", Ran trailed off. He caught sight of the clock which was hanging above the television and gave a slight gasp. "I have to go now. I'm late for ten minutes."

"You mean that new shop of yours? What's it called…? Kätzchen im Haus?"

"Flower shop." Ran grunted and headed towards the door. "Don't come down."

"Nagi, do send Ran off just to make sure the security guard doesn't try hitting on him."

Ran felt his blood boil the same way towards Takatori at the thought of the security guard. That asshole has an itching butt who kept trying to get Ran to go out with him. Unless another person was with him, that insolent prick would probably drag Ran off for who-knows-what.

Nagi agreed without hesitating and sent Ran out.

The two pigeons! Yes, they are real existing pigeons and they live under my aircon generator. -.-lll The truemeaning of Pecker's name was because he kept knocking the generator while eating.

(1) Freindship bands. Okay, if you have no idea what it is, I'll tell you. In my country we do friendship bands to sybolise, duh, friendship. It's about six strings where you tie them like plaits.

(2) Oleander Towers. You know the flower Oleander? Well, truthfully, Oleander Towers is where I stay. It's a condo, but it's only one story. I made it double story in this fic because it reminded me of my friend's house which was double-story.

(3)Remember that vortex looking like room in the anime? Yeah, just like that one.

My love to you for reading! Just in case, people. I'm still doing Siberian in the House. No worries, okay? Please read and review. Oh yeah. I know it may be confusing at first, but I promise the story unfolds soon. I'll see if I can answer any of your questions, but in the meantime, please review! All would be taken into consideration. (Hey, I know my english isn't that good, but I'm trying. I apologise for any spelling, grammer etc errors)