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A/N: Sorry that I haven't updated in a long time. There was a blackout and I couldn't update. Anyway here is the second chapter and I hope you all enjoy it.
Thank you to: xX44th DreamMasterXx – I love vampires too, don't worry. I love blood suckers.
dark chocolate princess – she is a vampire and Haku is a mortal.
Rose is the Doctor's girl – glad that you like it
Chapter 1: Daywalker – His Life
"Can this get any worse?" a man groaned. He sat back into his chair and sighed. Raising a hand, he massaged his temples because of the onslaught of his headache. The man was sitting on a high stool with a white easel in front of him. A dry paint brush was held in his left hand and a board of small little piles of oil paint was laid out on the table next to him.
His clothes were colored with dots, splats, and stripes of paint. He seemed to stick out in the room with a blank white canvas and a hard material on the floor to protect the floor underneath. The walls were shell white and large windows were set on one side of the room. The three windows were left bare of curtains so the light from the late mourning sun shone through. The room was bathed in sunlight's warm glow and made him look more out of place then ever. There were no other furniture except for his stool, easel, and table full of oil paints.
He was deeply tan and his black hair was a perfect match to the skin tone. His face was made up of high cheekbones that didn't stick out like they did on other people. It made his profile seem, magical. His eyes were closed before, but now they opened to reveal almond shaped eyes that were filled in with a deep sea green color. He had broad shoulders that was muscular and was showed off in his paint splashed shirt.
His eyes showed frustration as they stared at the blank canvas. His hand moved from his temple to his hair where it ruffled the already disheveled hair. The hands were large, perfect for painting. He sighed in desperation, trying to rack his brain for an idea. When no inspiration hit him, he set down the brush and groaned.
A soft knock was heard on the door. "Come in," he called out. The door opened to reveal a woman dressed in a flowing, pale pink dress. It was held up by two thin straps and fell an inch or two past her knees. On her feet she wore two inch high heels. Light brown eyes were framed by black hair that fell in soft curls past her shoulder. She smiled a soft smile as she approached him.
She looked at the blank canvas and said jokingly once she was by his side, "Well, this is your best work ever." He glared at her, but she just brushed it off. "Can't think of anything?" she asked him lightly. He shook his head, frustration clear in his eyes. "You'll think of something soon, Haku," she said, trying to encourage him. The woman touched his shoulder and stood there, looking around the room. She opened her mouth to say something, but the man named Haku cut her off before she could utter a word. "I like the room the way it is. I do not need more furniture or a paint job, Sakura."
She pouted and whacked his shoulder playfully. "You're no fun, Haku." He looked at her with his green eyes and a raised eyebrow. Sakura lost her pout and smiled ruefully. "You can't blame a girl for trying to redecorate your room for you. It's a girl's job after all," she said. With the same look on his face, he said to her, "That is your job, Sakura. You're a designer. It's supposed to be your job. Now why are you here?"
"Kevin just called you. Apparently, last night's bachelor party - you missed turned out –turned out to be a drunken one. All the guys slept over at Josh's house and they have one helluv a hangover. He was wondering if you want to go out tonight for a drink with him, Josh, Adam, Lavinia, and me," she rolled her eyes. 'Those guys don't know when to stop, I swear."
Haku went quiet for a moment. "Maybe you'll be hit with inspiration while we're there?" Sakura said lightly. "You never know . . ." He looked at her and shook his head. "I'll go with you . . . under one condition." He paused for dramatic effect and said grandly, "You all won't try to set me up with someone there." Sakura gasped and said dramatically, "Are you talking about me? I never do that to you!" Haku raised an eyebrow and made her sigh. "Fine," she said sadly. "I promise that none of us will set you up." He smiled at her, which had a curious effect on her.
That night, at bar Trinity 10:17 p.m.
"Haku, my man," Kevin said loudly over the talk. He had flaming red hair with freckles and hazel eyes. He was shorter than Haku's 6'3 by a few inches. Lavinia was sitting next to Kevin at the table. She got up and gave Haku a quick kiss on the cheek. "You're finally out of the house, sweetie!" she said brightly. She was wearing blue strapless dress that flowed an inch above her knees. She coupled that with black three-inch heels. Lavinia had honey-brown hair that was the perfect match for her green eyes.
"Hey, Vini," he said back with a kiss on her cheek. A martini was already in her hands as she sat back down. Adam waved from his seat and drank out of a glass in his hand. "Coke and rum," he said. Adam had blond hair and matching bright blue eyes. He was wearing black button down shirt, rolled up to the elbow. Sakura sat down next to him and gave him a kiss on the lips. She flagged down a waitress and said, "One martini for me and a beer for my brother over there." The waitress gave Haku a check out and smiled at him slyly. She nodded and walked away, swaying her ass visibly that Lavinia started to gag. Haku sat down and shivered.
The others laughed at Haku's expense when it was cut short by Sakura.
"Oh my God! Is that Chihiro Vilan?"
TBC
A/N: Please review and tell me what you think about this chapter. The next chapter is about the meeting between Haku's group and Chihiro's group. Anyway, PLEASE REVIEW!
