The darkness of the cold night spoke to him, the breeze dancing chills upon his spine, but he wouldn't go back in his apartment. Clearing his mind was his main priority as of now, his days seeming longer than they should have been. Winter danced upon nature leaving him feeling hopeless as the thoughts of holidays soon to come consumed him. Leaves had fallen when Autumn claimed them, grass turning brown, the many colors of fall fading to white as winter pranced into town. He was just like winter; bare, cold and lonely. Mamoru was alone once again as he always would be, the family he never had played a big role in his loneliness. As a child he was who he was a loner not by choice but by the deck of cards he had been dealt. That deck of cards still held meaning in his life. The mother he never had, the father he never had, the growing pains of life bum rushed him head on stealing many precious items from him.

Mamoru was a handsome young man, standing tall at 5'11" with milky creamed skin with a slight tanned hue. His eyes were an abyss, a deep blue that was darker than space itself; eyes that were left soulless without love. His dark ebony hair fell carelessly over his eyes slightly masking his boyish features. He breathed again the coldness filling his chest, staring at the mist from his huge breath. It was so cold out that the night air stung and bit at you all at once, it was as if ice was gnawing at your bones, but he wouldn't budge.

He stood there on his balcony on the twelfth floor staring at the tall building in front of him. No coat to prevent the chill, just a white shirt and black slacks. He invited it, he welcomed the darkness that consumed him; he welcomed his way of life. The stars seemed like mere twinkles as he stared far and beyond. The silver moon was shining so bright with a glow that made Mamoru's heart twist in pain, a glow that he had never held.

"Life. What is out there for me?" He asked the night as always expecting no answer in return. A gush of wind came whooshing up giving him his short answer. He stared at the statues across from his building noticing that the gargoyle he always studied was missing. The gargoyle was a pretty creature, delicately crafted, her stone image seeming so real at times that Mamoru thought that he was going insane or just perverted.

"That's strange; I could have sworn that there were five statues, now it's only four." He mumbled, slightly shaking his head to clear it staring back down at the empty streets of Tokyo his thoughts presuming on of holidays and families.

"I need to get out more." He sighed feeling foolish for talking to himself, his thoughts being interrupted by an angelic giggle. He paused, puzzled as to who could be out there besides him at this hour, looking back up as he heard a woman's giggle again coming from the building with the missing statue. Another angelic giggle skipped through his essence the cold night blurring his vision as his eyes intently stared upwards towards the soft giggle trying to catch who could sound so sweet. He caught a glimpse of her gliding, silver hair flowing around her as she disappeared behind the bushes on the roof top.

The phone rang breaking him from his Sherlock Holmes investigation, him deeming himself partially insane and needing a break from himself. He shook his head trying to clear it once again. He made a mental note to throw the eggnog out and avoid any suspicious smelling gifts from his friends, the image of the Goddess still sitting in his mind. He stepped back into his impeccable apartment pulling the balcony door behind him leaving it slightly ajar, walking around his soft black couch. Everything was just black and white, no splash of color in his small abode to brighten his world. His place resembled the way he saw things at times just black and white, his eternal struggle. He paused to stare at the picture on his white wall of a castle that he once knew, the ring of the phone kept him heading for his destination. He walked into his spotless kitchen onto the black and white marble floor which was recently waxed to answer his black cordless phone.

"Hello." He spoke knowing it would be someone he wished he would have avoided for the time being. His clock ticked in the background as he opened up his refrigerator to get rid of the eggnog he thought was alcoholic.

"Uh Mamoru, what are you doing tonight?" One of his good friends Tameiko asked. Tameiko was 5'2" with shady lime green eyes that sparkled in the light and glowed in the dark. She had dirty blonde hair that made her lemon shaded skin stand out more.
"Something… Why?" He answered back wishing he would have avoided the phone call not liking where their conversation was going. His eyes wandered back to the castle of his dreams as he froze half listening to the phone conversation.

"I'm coming to get you." Tameiko rushed out pretty sure that her friend was locked up in his apartment talking to himself as usual.

"No! I'm not dressed." Mamoru complained trying to avoid her all together, not in the mood to be hanging out at all.

"I'm on my way." She said hanging up her car phone and stopping at the light putting her hand up to the vent to feel the heat in her black Acura.

"All great." He groaned rushing to get dressed because when Tameiko said she was on her way, it meant she was coming and nine times out of ten it meant they were going out.

Ten minutes later Tameiko was standing in his door way dressed in a short black leather mini skirt, with a leopard print suede tube top, and black high-healed knee boots with the thick skinny heal going down like a slice of cheese, and her long black leather trenchcoat hanging open to her every limb. Mamoru stood there looking at her with his bottom lip sitting on his floor, taking in her every curve starting from her legs to her dazzling sandy red hair.

"Wow! You even changed your hair!" Mamoru exclaimed amazed at his friend's make over. Her very aura seemed hypnotic to him as he noticed how beautiful she truly was. To him she was a chameleon, forever changing her looks whenever and however she pleased.

"Yeah of course I would." She nonchalantly spoke as if it wasn't important, taking her fingers and moving her blonde streak in the front to place it back behind her ear. Mamoru watched mesmerized by her very being standing there in his door way looking like she stepped out of the sexier version of the matrix waiting on her Neo.

'Get a grip.' He told himself trying to compose himself in front of her thinking about never having eggnog again deeming it too dangerous.

'First beautiful gargoyle angels, now my best friend is drop dead gorgeous standing in my door way, it must have been spoiled milk.' He told himself trying to focus in on the conversation instead of her luscious moving lips.
"I told you that we were going cruising no matter what. Didn't I." She said ready to go get her freak on, she giggled as his lips quirked into his famous sardonic grin.

"I know." Mamoru pouted not caring if he seemed like a sissy, it didn't matter not in front of her. She loved when he did that, pouted like a chump; it always made him seem cuter in her eyes.

"Let's go." He said ready to get the partying on and over with, placing his black leather trenchcoat over his black muscle shirt, black khakis, and his black Stacy Adams. They left, locking his apartment door forgetting about what he saw earlier, placing the floating silver haired Goddess out of his mind.