Saran sighed as she sat down at her computer that night. She massaged her forehead trying to calm her thoughts. There was no way it was possible. There was no way that their best friends; the guys they had known for years were really the band Blood and Roses. It just wasn't possible, and yet, all her evidence added up to just that fact.

She began to review all the dates she had written down and then cross-referenced, and indeed, every time the guys disappeared, there was a concert. She sighed as she closed the log.

She then picked up the picture she had of the five and compared it to the picture of the band. The order of hair-color matched along with body type. Sure the match wasn't perfect, but it was close enough that a couple months ago it had inspired Saran to start her research.

But even with all the dates, disappearances and the picture she hadn't been able to believe it until she saw those lyrics on the floor. They were beautiful and undeniably Blood and Roses writing style. She had left them there figuring the guys probably needed them. However, even with all this undeniable evidence it was hard for her to wrap her mind around.

Why not tell us. We're their best friends. To keep such a secret, why would they? She answered herself. They're keeping it a secret from everyone, and besides, it's not like you're being entirely honest with them either.

She sighed and laid her head down on the desk. Besides, we should have noticed. All the disappearances, instruments, advice. We should have been able to figure out, but look at us, entirely clueless. Well, except for me, but how do I ask them? And, if they are keeping it secret, why would they be so careless as to leave lyrics lying around? Pretty dumb mistake.

Saran sighed as she flipped through her journal. She'd figure it out later. She smiled as she stopped on the first page of what she considered the beginning of her new life.

August 8

We finally finished moving in today, but dad and mom already have a business trip planned for September through December. I was hoping we could at least live together for a few months, but turns out that I'll have only a few weeks.

School starts soon. I hope I'll actually be here long enough to make some friends.

August 14

Well, it's official, all those piano lessons mom made me take won't go to waste. These girls were running around first period looking for a piano player for a band, and I volunteered. I went to practice with them this afternoon, and everything turned out great. I can't believe I actually may be making friends this year.

August 19

Mom and dad left early again. They always seem to forget they have a daughter. I'll be left to celebrate my birthday alone again. I can't believe it. I thought for once, they might remember to stick around.

August 27

I can't believe I let it slip that my birthday was tomorrow. They girls made such a big deal out of it. Now they're taking me to some restaurant with these guy friends of theirs I've never met before. Apparently they've been away on extended vacation and doing their school work daily.

I tried to convince them it was no big deal, but they wouldn't listen. They insisted. I hope everything turns out okay.

August 28

You know how sometimes it is so obvious people like each other they might as well be wearing neon signs? Well that's how it is with these guys. I don't know how they maintain this facade of we're just friends. It's so obvious. Sakura is totally crushing on Sasuke. Ino and Shikamaru seem to enforce that theory of opposites attract. Hinata's so quiet and stuttery around Naruto it makes you want to smile. Of course, Tenten plays her tough girl act, but it's not hard to catch those glances she gives Neji, and I have to say I've found the cutest guy ever. Sure, he might be a little on the short side, but he's so cute. Doesn't say much, but that's okay with me. I hope I get to know him. Gaara, such a nice name don't ya think?

Saran smiled remembering that day. Could it really have only been two years ago? She flipped forward a number of pages enjoying her strolls down memory lane. She stopped again on the last blank page, grabbed a pen and began to write.

September 24

The lyrics today have confirmed it. There's no way that the guys aren't really Blood and Roses. I don't understand why they don't want us to know, but I'll play along with the totally clueless plan, for now

Saran shut the journal and turned off her desk lamp.

She fell asleep that night with a smile on her face.

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Been a while hasn't it? So sorry about that. Anyways, this is your closer look at Saran.