A long line of people in black walked solemnly away from the grave. The smell of dust and grass filled Rose's nose. An all too familiar

stench. She crushed the lily in her hand with bitter frustration. Oh Jame! Tears brimmed her eyes for the tenth time this morning, and she

squeezed her eyes shut to fight it off.

"I can see that you brought a lily this time.", said a dark voice. She spun around to face a teenage boy wearing a dark green suit. Anger flooded her senses causing the tears to spill over.

"As I said before. A rose isn't welcome at a funeral. However..", he took a step towards her with a cruel smile on his face. He lifted his hand and ran it through Roses' chocolate hair. She gasped and pushed him away harshly. The smile turned from wicked to amused, thenbecame serious. "However.", he continued. "Your family seems to be cursed with a rose."

Rose said nothing to this, but hung her head to hide her tears. A pale hand lifted her chin. "I think Jame was the last one, right?", he whisperedmockingly. "That means your all alone."

Rose raised her hand to slap him. He caught it effortlessly. "Your family may have all tragically died my little tragic flower.", he

pulled her close and whispered in her ear, "But you can't get rid of me that easily. I'll always be with you."

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Lily's eye's snapped open. She lifted her head and rubbed her temples as if she could rub away the dream.

She had to face a few facts. He had found out where she was living, and could blow her cover (Not to mention the rest of Weiss!) at any

time. So far he had made no attempts. If anything that was comforting…and unnerving. The doll he had sent sat under a pillow in her

trash can. Hidden from her view.

She dressed in a daze and made her way down stairs in deep thought. The boys were working in the flower shop this morning; so she had thekitchen to herself. She poured herself a cup of tea and stared at it till it got cold. There was nothing she could do right now. She had toconcentrate on the mission at hand.

She ran back to her attic room to change into Violet. She downed her uniform and proceeded to tuck her brown hair neatly into the pinkwig. She examined the effect in the vanity mirror and reached into the drawer for her spirit gum adhesive. She froze when her hand wrapped around a very familiar doll.

She was extremely glad she hadn't eaten breakfast.

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"Youji. You really should help out a little."

"I am.", Youji smiled. "I'm attracting customers."

A young man walked up to the counter.

Ken clapped his gloved hands over his mouth to keep from laughing.

Youji sighed., "Its true. This sexy body of mine attracts every kind…it truly is a curse!"

"Can I help you sir?", Omi asked politely. The man was maybe three years older than Omi with dashing dark blue hair. "Maybe.", he

said smugly. "I need thirteen red roses wrapped in black paper."

"Would you like a card with it?"

"Yes. Write ……….you cannot escape my desire. Surrender yourself to me before its too late. I'll never be too far off."

Omi looked up from his writing. "Don't you think that sounds a little…threatening?" The man smiled. "That's the idea." He turned and

walked away from the shop. "Wait!", Omi said. "I need to know where to deliver these to." The man stopped without turning around.

"Don't bother. They're for Violet.", he said evenly. He then briskly walked into the crowded street and vanished.