Chapter 3:

"Ye' best leave whe' ye' can, lads." The old man muttered with wide eyes. "Dis' city ain't nothing but a trickery. Ye' shall leave, else ye'll befall the same fate as the rest o' us."

Daisuke frowned, watching the old man turn away from him and continued sweeping. Daisuke sighed and turned around to face Dark, Krad, and Satoshi, lifting his arms, as if to say "I've tried". Daisuke walked towards them and silently, they continued down the pavement towards the next person on the block, who would hopefully provide them with a stay.

They had entered the city hours ago, and Krad had told the others to hurry and find a lodging to stay at, because they wouldn't want a lumpy, dirty forest floor compared to warm beds and soft pillows.

There were no inn or hotel or motel or wherever tourists slept in the city, which was quite hard to believe, since the city was so full of buildings. But it was true, the four had split up after a while of fruitless searching and when they met up again, the result was the same. Nothing. Dark had suggested asking someone in the housing areas, and it seemed like a good idea, then.

Now it sounded a bit absurd. However, Satoshi thinks it's a bit of brainwashing from the townsfolk. Each and every person they had asked, the answer was the same: leave. Leave while you still can. Don't be like us. And all other things that need not to mention.

There wasn't an outright refusal. The people just told them to leave. That was an observation that came later to Satoshi, which he cursed in his mind about. They all murmured something to themselves that he couldn't hear about, but he was sure that it was entire reason why they weren't allowed a warm bed that invited beautiful dreams.

What they all said had something in common. That made everything so peculiar. It felt like, to Satoshi, that everything they said was rehearsed. Or maybe memorized by heart for saying something repeatedly. If the latter was true, that means whatever plagues this town has been here for a very long time, perhaps so long that people forgotten important things?

Satoshi shook his head wearily. The forgotten things part of the train of thought confused him. Nothing the people did made him think something was forgotten. The citizens were too aware of things, too careful. They couldn't possibly forget something. But somehow, this feeling inside of him kept on insisting that they're forgetting something.

'Perhaps it's the thing's weakness, if this thing that haunts them should be a beast or a human or something with conscious thought.' Satoshi pondered about this, but his tired mind was slowly, ever so slowly, shutting down, as if he was falling asleep. His eyelids felt heavy and he kept on blinking till he could withstand looking at the pavement for more than a few seconds.

Satoshi wasn't one whose head is bowed while walking. That confused him, too, but he decided it was because he was growing tired second by second. His movements slowed and became sluggish. When he became aware of this fact, he tried to shake his head to lighten things up, but alas it was no use. Before his foot could land on the floor, Satoshi fell forward, sleeping.

The darkness swirled around him, before his eyes. It felt like his eyes were opened, feeling the draft of air, but he couldn't see anything but the darkness. He tried blinking, but to no avail. Slowly, the boy raised his hands to his head. He was unaware that his hands were shaking; he could not feel it. His ears heard nothing; his nose smelt nothing. He only focused on his eyes.

When the hands reached their destination, Kyle screamed. Where Kyle's eyes should've been were two gaping holes, the sockets of his eyes. His hands, bemusedly, felt around the dark crevices while his mouth opened and closed, echoing the same screeching cry again and again. One hand dug into the sockets and moved around, as if convulsing on its own accord, while the other hand clenched against the shirt clinging to Kyle from sweat. It felt like the hand was trying to feel the heart, to feel its every beat, its warm gushes of blood. Just to make sure it was there, unlike the eyes.

The screams kept on coming. Kyle could feel no blood. None at all. He felt his flesh in the sockets; they did not sting like he distantly thought they would. It was like there was a skin covering it. His fingers probed, pushing harder and harder against the flesh, trying to find his eyes that were not there.

"Ah, Kyle. Stop this foolishness at once." Argentine's commanding voice broke through the frantic thoughts of Kyle. Where did Argentine learn his name? Kyle pushed away the question as the desperation to find his eyes became worse, every push harder.

"Stop this madness!" Kyle couldn't hear the sound. It wasn't that he was deaf as he was now blind. It was because his mind was blocking out the sound while Kyle was trying to find his eyes.

Suddenly, Kyle felt the cold, clammy skin of Argentine wrapped around both his wrists tightly. The screams died away in his throat, but Kyle's mouth kept on opening and closing, screaming silently.

Argentine's rough grip around his wrist hurt Kyle greatly, but he ignored the pain. Kyle pulled and pulled at his wrists, trying to free himself of this monster, but it did not work. Everything became blurred to Kyle, but Kyle could not understand how things could blur when he could not see? Is blurring not a sign of dissolving of something in a vision? The thoughts were pushed away again.

Kyle gave up struggling, but after an immeasurable time. It could have been seconds. It could have been minutes. Who knew? Kyle only felt the warm blood flowing through his veins ('Too hot!' Kyle's mind screamed); he felt the cold, hard grip on his wrists. The ground on which he laid felt unfamiliar and a total stranger.

Kyle tilted his head up, hopefully facing Argentine. For a moment, Kyle forgot everything. Kyle forgot Argentine was an imposter, a monster. Kyle forgot Argentine killed all his friends and families and companions and his whole life. All Kyle could think of was that maybe Argentine knew where his eyes were and could hopefully make Kyle see again.

That moment left as soon as it came.

"Hush now, Kyle." Kyle could hear the mocking tone in Argentine's voice and subconsciously, his body began releasing cold sweat. The sweat slipped into Argentine's grip and Argentine let go, as if disgusted. Kyle stayed still, sudden apathy reaching him. He didn't care about what Argentine would say or do right now. For at this time only. Kyle knew the apathy would leave soon.

"Kyle, Kyle, Kyle." The smirk was palpable now. Obvious. Almost condescendingly. Kyle turned away, but did not move anywhere. "How does it feel to not be able to see?" Kyle's head swam, wondering how Argentine would know, then dismissing the thought, because why wouldn't Argentine know?

"I've heard it was terrible! So horrible that some blind folks have killed themselves! Do you feel like killing yourself, Kyle? Committing suicide before avenging everyone?" Argentine struck a low blow and he knew it. Kyle had cringed and almost unconsciously shrunk into a defensive ball.

"I was so dreadfully hungry and I couldn't help myself." Kyle closed his eyelids, and felt the hollowness of his sockets without the eyes. He felt an urge to poke the eyelid, but didn't do it. He waited for Argentine to continue, knowing what he'd say. "There wasn't anything to eat anymore, son, and you were such a delectable treat! But you were too great to die. "Flattery will get you nowhere", you silly mortals say. But my flattery has earned you a life, though. Kyle, I ate your eyeballs, but I didn't take your life."

Kyle drew back. Even though Kyle predicted that was what happened to him, he couldn't help but fear for himself now. This fear was great. Kyle could feel himself shaking; feel the freezing sweat break out. Kyle could feel the tears gather in his sockets, even though he didn't understand how that was possible with eyes. Kyle's back hit the wall, but Kyle continued to try to protect himself. He gathered himself into a ball and sobbed, hating his body for becoming so stiff and aware of everything around him, even though he couldn't see a damned thing.

"Kyle, I see you as one of my own." Argentine said. He knew he was pushing too far, but this human couldn't do anything. So why not continue the fun? "I see you in a bright light. You're in my respects. I should be pained if you were suddenly gone. But I would not allow insolence." Here, his tone took on a drastic change. It began to sound beastly, like before. "I want you to obey me. Do not try to rebel, for I have too much power for your body alone. Come, join me in this "evil" plan, as you would call it."

Argentine stuck out a hand, and waited. The movement was silent, yet somehow, Kyle knew what Argentine did. A quiet moment descended upon the room and Kyle's whirlwind of thoughts slowly died away. Each and every single thought miraculously disappeared and soon, nothing but his own breathing was in his mind and in the room. Not even Argentine made a sound.

And slowly, ever so slowly, Kyle raised his hand and with a resounding clap of skin-to-skin, Kyle shook hands with Argentine in a mutual agreement. He could not see the evil grin that grew and blossomed on this monster's face, but he didn't have to. Kyle knew it was there. And with this handshake, Kyle condemned both himself and a group of four men to a troublesome adventure worth calling terrible.

When Satoshi awoke, a dreaded feeling had already bubbled up in his stomach. He didn't eat anything that could cause indigestion and he was certain this anxiety is an omen. A warning of what's to come.

Satoshi's eyes slid open slowly; he thought there would be some bright light shining over him, like the sun, or perhaps a street lamp. But he was wrong. He was lying on something familiarly soft and hard at the same time ('A camping ground…' Satoshi thought). Up, he looked, and saw billions of stars that would be hard to see in cities and even towns. But for some peculiar reason, in this city he could see it.

As if waking up from a nightmare, Satoshi sat up with a gasp. The sound from both the gasp and Satoshi's movement alerted his companions of his consciousness. The others stared at the blue-eyed boy who looked around; whipping his head from left to right so hard that Dark was afraid he'd get a whiplash.

"What happened?" Satoshi whispered to himself. What happened, indeed. Satoshi settled down once he spoke and sat, staring at his hands, which he moved around thoughtlessly. Though his eyes were trained on his moving hands, Satoshi's mind was racing elsewhere.

'Why do I feel like something is going to go wrong? The eyes... They're not there anymore... But why does it seem like things have just gotten worse?'

"Satoshi?" There was a hand on his arm. Satoshi blinked and started. He raised his head and saw Krad looking at him, concerned. Satoshi shook his head, signifying that he didn't want to talk about it. Satoshi hoped Krad didn't misinterpret that gesture.

"Nothing's wrong." Satoshi muttered. But Krad only said his name. Satoshi shaking his head and saying nothing's wrong is simply in denial.

'Reverse psychology or something,' Krad thought. But in the end, Krad simply smiled falsely and motioned for everyone to get some sleep. The fire had grown dim by the time Krad could go to sleep himself, though.

All these premonitions cannot measure up the frustration the future would bring, whether they believe it or not.

"A painting contest?" Daisuke asked rather loudly. He glanced at his boyfriend out of the corner of his eye and saw Dark's interest piqued, but the wine-eyed male tried to hide it.

"Yeah. It's sort of a yearly thing. This city is drab, even with all these improvements with technology. Sometimes, we just like to have things in the old way. The art cannot be changed, else the beauty itself changes." A middle-aged man said. He turned around and faced the quadruple and blinked, surprised to see them. His glasses collected the sunlight as he dropped the stack of flyers and the stapler.

"Young men! Are you new here?" The man exclaimed, jumping up. His hair flopped around as he landed and his glasses wobbled dangerously on his nose. Daisuke and Satoshi and Krad bent down to pick up the papers, letting Dark answer the man for them.

"Yes, sir. Is something wrong?" Dark asked, letting a tiny bit of concern into his voice. But he knew what's wrong, or at least had an idea. After all, almost everyone they've talked to had said the same thing. The other three stood up, with the flyers split into three uneven piles. Daisuke smiled kindly and Krad and Satoshi dropped the piles into his hands, poker-faced. It couldn't be helped that they were annoyed.

"D-don't you know? I'm surprised the others haven't told you yet- Oh, thank you." He said. Daisuke handed over the flyers and stood beside Dark, looking at the man gently, waiting for the answer.

"We've already been told, sir. But we don't understand how we'll be stuck in this city." Krad explained, calmly. The man nodded understandingly, and he opened his mouth to explain, when suddenly a young boy accidentally burrowed into him.

"Uff…" He muttered as he stumbled into the wall. The young brunet who had crashed into him hurriedly stood up and apologized profusely. He kept bowing over and over again, as accustomed in Daisuke's home country.

"I'm so sorry, sir! I'm sorry! Is there anything I can do? Oh, should I help you with those papers! I'm so sorry!" On and on he repeated the same things; the man stood up stiffly and looked at the young boy.

"Are you with these four? I've never seen you before in this city." The man said softly, laying a hand on the boy's shoulder. "And it's all right, lad. Accidents happen."

"Oh no, sir. I should be ashamed of myself, my mother always told me. And I'm not with these guys." The brunet said, with an apologetic tone in his voice. Dark coughed unconvincingly and received an elbow from Satoshi.

The boy hearing the sound, turned around. Satoshi could finally see that the male had his eyes closed. No wonder he had crashed so negligently into the man.

"Hello." The boy bowed again. Daisuke reached out a hand and grasped the boy's elbow.

"Hi." Daisuke glanced over at the other three while he said this greeting. He wondered if he should tell the boy their names and help him. Daisuke could clearly see that the boy is blind. What else kind of person would walk around blindly and carelessly in the middle of the day?

"Oh, I'm so sorry. You don't have to help me. I've been blind for a while already; I can somewhat feel if I would crash into something or not." The boy laughed sheepishly and turned a bright smile towards what he hoped would be these "four".

"That's okay… Wait. Why are you apologizing?" Daisuke laughed as well and let go. "My name is Daisuke…" Daisuke paused, letting the others decide whether or not they want to greet the boy and give him their names. When no one made a move to do so, the boy took the initiative.

"Nice to meet you, Daisuke. My name is Kyle…"

"So, Kyle, what are you doing here?" Dark asked a bit coldly. The group had walked to the park in the town, when Daisuke suggested finding somewhere to sit down and talk. None of the others really contributed to the conversation, and Daisuke didn't really blame them. Kyle's actions and words… simply seem false. But the smile seemed grateful, terribly grateful, sometimes.

The man who was pasting the flyers around the town decided not to tell them why the town wouldn't let anyone leave. He had said, "It would be better off for you not to know. You best leave. Otherwise, you'd finally understand why people couldn't leave. You better leave before your first week here ends."

Krad thought that was okay. This was only their second day in the city. They had at least five more days left before they have to leave. Even though it sounds so far-fetched, it was better to be safe than sorry.

But this Kyle… He emits an aura of darkness, deceit, pain, self-anger, and all sorts of suppressed feelings. Krad isn't an aura-reader; he isn't that special. But it seems rather… flaunted by Kyle.

That and Krad's other side, the murderous side that has been hidden and suppressed for so long, were crying out for Kyle. Krad can't find any word other than attracted to fit this feeling. This side of him, that he didn't allow anyone to see (except Daisuke, because Daisuke was an obstacle before that he had failed to defeat), this side of him feels attracted to Kyle's vile, evil aura.

Even now, it feels like the other is trying to push out. Krad clenched his eyes shut together, closing out Kyle's figure from his sight. Krad blocked out Kyle's answer to Dark's question.

Krad blotted out everything except his own thoughts.

'Why? Why does he seem so innocent, so genuine in his smiles and talks? Why is his aura so tainted by darkness? Why is it so attracted to him? Why? Why? Why?'

"Krad?" A hand on his shoulder. A concerned tone.

Krad opened his eyes slowly, welcoming the sight of familiar azure eyes that were normally cold as stone but now filled with warmth, love, and concern. It was Satoshi's eyes that greeted him; Satoshi's hand that was on his shoulder, Satoshi's voice that said his name with love and worry. And it was Satoshi who loved him so faithfully, so unconditionally.

Krad closed his eyes again tightly, guilt and shame pooling in his guts. Satoshi feels so much for him, and Krad for Satoshi. But why does Krad suffer from adulterous thoughts when he loves Satoshi so damned much that it hurts? Why is Kyle, who is blind, who smells of evil and deceit, who is so different from the cold, composed Satoshi so… important?

"Krad?" Satoshi asked again, placing the other hand on Krad's other shoulder. "Are you okay?"

'See?' Krad thought. 'Satoshi is the one who cares! Don't give so much thought to a stranger!'

'Ah, but Krad, he is a stranger. Why should he show too much concern?' Krad's other side said. 'Fool, you are attracted to him just as I am, surely. Even to the redhead, you feel an attachment. I admit, they're both a beauty, but beauty is not everything. Don't try to tempt me or blame me for your feelings.'

'I don't feel that kind of affection for Kyle or Daisuke! Daisuke belongs to Dark!' Krad didn't know how to respond.

Suddenly, Krad's face felt a sharp blow and he fell backwards, knocking the breath out of his chest. He landed on the soil with a hard thud. His head blared with pain from both the blow and the landing on the ground.

"Wh-who hit me?" He wheezed out. When Krad tried to open his eyes, colors and lights flared and burned his eyes, as if he'd been in the dark for far too long.

"I did." Dark said boldly. He took a step forward with a solemn look on his face; then his expression changed into one of sheepishness, concern, and amusement. "I'm sorry." Dark stuck out a hand to his fellow friend.

Krad grumbled and muttered, "Damn right you're sorry. Stupid." Dark pretended not to hear him as he grabbed Krad's hand and pulled him up. Krad punched Dark lightly on the shoulder and asked why Dark punched him on the jaw.

"I'm sorry." Dark replied, not sounding apologetic at all, "But you weren't responding and you were too lost in thought. The only thing that could've dragged you from your stupor was some pain simulation." Dark said, grinning, thinking he sounded smart.

Krad glared at Dark and resisted the urge to hurt Dark. Instead, he grabbed Satoshi's hand and squeezed lightly in a reassuring manner. Daisuke looked away and almost whistled, but it'd seem too suspicious. Dark and Daisuke dragged a confused Kyle away, leaving a concerned (and slightly blushing) Satoshi and Krad.

Satoshi instantly wiped away the redness in his cheeks. He stared steadily into Krad's eyes, almost challenging him. Krad smirked and for a moment, forgot his guilt and leaned down to kiss Satoshi's cheeks, willing them to turn pinkish again.

And blush, he did. Satoshi squirmed, though the movement was so small, that you wouldn't notice unless you were looking for it. Satoshi tried to release Krad's grip on his wrist, but to no avail.

Satoshi mentally sighed and decided to play along with Krad. He smirked and pressed his body against a surprised Krad.

Let the fun begin.

"Everything's going according to plan." Argentine muttered lowly to himself as he watched the actions of these travelers through his seeing globe. He turned around abruptly and whisked the globe away with a swipe with his arm. He paced towards the shelf filled with jars in the far corner of the room, leaving the table and its vanishing globe.

When he reached the shelf, he stood on tiptoe and leaned on the shelf. His hand brushed against dust, before he finally grabbed a jar. He leaned up a bit more and held the jar tightly. He pulled it down.

"Damnit! I hate being short!" Argentine exclaimed. He shook his head for his unwise outburst. It was unbecoming for a villain to talk about one's own height troubles. Argentine looked down into the jar in his hands. Any thought of being vertically challenged left him as he smirked triumphantly.

The jar contained Kyle's eyeballs. They were rolling around in some sort of liquid and with this, he can control Kyle. Besides the eyes that Argentine "promised" to give back, Kyle needed Argentine, lest he fall lost into his own darkness and guilt.

Again, Argentine smirked. Kyle was on his side. Kyle was human. That was a good thing. Daisuke, Dark, Satoshi, and especially Krad accept humans more than beasts like himself. 'Leaving Kyle alive was a good thing,' Argentine thought to himself arrogantly. 'They'll trust Kyle so much; they'd be handicapped when they find out Kyle, a fellow human, would be helping a demon willfully.'

"Muahahahahahaha!" Argentine laughed evilly. "Kyle will follow my orders and earn those fools' trust easily. After that, it'd be an easy task to slowly wipe them out, breaking their trust and love and friendship being the first step."

Argentine walked to the table and placed down the jar in place of the globe. "Heh. By the time they realize what they've done, Kyle would already have poisoned them. This is becoming such a sport. So long Daisuke Niwa."

Argentine began laughing maniacally as he imagined the breaking point of Krad and Satoshi's relationship and Dark and Daisuke's relationship.

"Say, Dark? You remember the painting competition?" Krad asked casually, waving a hand around. They were lying in the park, where they had camped the night before. Kyle had left since night was approaching quickly. Daisuke was worried about the male, since he was blind and the citizens of the city doesn't seem to want to give shelter to a newcomer. But, the mood was tranquil and peaceful and Daisuke had relaxed in Dark's embrace.

Now, Dark nodded slowly, as if waiting for Krad to go on. But in reality, he wasn't. Dark felt the long, almost tired heartbeats of Daisuke, whom was on top of him. Dark remembered hearing someone say that people's heartbeat becomes slower when they sleep, some nearly seeming like they're dead. That's a horrifying thought, but Dark could still pick up Daisuke's heartbeat. Dark doesn't want to wake up Daisuke, yet, so he'll resort to soundless gestures.

"Do you want to join?" Krad asked quietly, seeing Dark's somewhat slow movements. His eyes watched as Dark covered Daisuke with his arms while pondering the question. Then, Krad's eyes glanced towards his own tent and sleeping bag, where he knew Satoshi was currently resting in. How lucky Dark was, to have his boyfriend lying in his arms, sleeping peacefully and trustful.

Krad wished it were the same for him. It wasn't like Satoshi was denying their relationship or anything. Simply, Satoshi isn't a person for public displays of affection. To describe the blue-eyed boy with a few simple words would be: cool, calm, and composed. And that composure wouldn't quite allow Krad to do anything. Krad mentally sighed as he waited for Dark's response.

'It feels sort of like Satoshi isn't putting off…' Krad silently thought. His eyes danced to the tent once more.

"Maybe," Dark whispered, "but I might not. I don't have an idea or a subject. But…" Dark mused for a while, before continuing. "It's been a while since I last picked up a brush. Besides the painting of Daisuke last time…" His voice trailed off as his deep, violet eyes dropped to Daisuke's sleeping face. Then, Dark's purple orbs looked back up at Krad.

Dark smiled lightly, and Krad began feeling a bit more envious of the guy. Dark looked so happy, so content there with Daisuke in his arms, resting together near a warm fire. It was like Dark was at peace with everything and could just lie there forever without a worry.

But Krad knew that wasn't true. Something was wrong. Something was going to happen. Their lives aren't going to be peace for a while.

Krad sighed and he picked up a stick and poked randomly at the fire, making sure it wouldn't go out for a while. Then, he dropped the wooden stick into the fire and heard the crackle as the fire licked the stick. He stood up and looked down at the smiling couple.

"Dark, I was just asking. No need for a serious answer. Now, I'm gonna' go to bed. Don't sleep too late! See you in the morning." Krad said, all in one breath. After saying all this, he turned around and walked towards his own tent, feeling Dark's confused eyes on his back.

Dark shrugged slightly, careful not to stir Daisuke and to show his confusion at the same time. Seeing no one with him except a sleeping Daisuke, whom he smiled at again, he yawned. Dark carefully arranged Daisuke at an angle where he can both hold on to the redhead and stretch at the same time. Then, looking around warily, Dark walked to his own tent, leaving the fire and who-knows-what-else alone.

Dark didn't see the two pairs of eyes watching him, nor did he understand why anyone would want to watch him and the gang. He didn't feel the menace and guilt or the protectiveness of the pairs of eyes.

Finally, after a few hours, the protective eyes from above flew in circles before leaving for rest. But the second pair of eyes never wavered from its position. It continued looking threateningly into the camp, where four boys were resting, unaware.

Side Story: Argentine's Free Time

Have you ever wondered what evil villains did in their free time?

Have you ever thought of what bad guys did whenever they're not planning anyone's demise?

Well, Argentine sure did. When he was younger and given a survey for perfect jobs, he had received the "evil villain" career. At first, he was angry and humiliated that he was considered the "evil, bad guy who always loses". He didn't want to have a bad reputation, nor did he want slaves constantly wetting themselves in front of him.

But over time, he grew okay with it. After all, it was nice to get free massages and home-cooked lunches and all kinds of good stuff from frightened villagers. All these benefits were nice. 'But,' Argentine thought, 'that doesn't mean I have to like it, now, does it?' He had smiled devilishly at that.

Soon after, the indifference to the role became loving and grateful. Whenever he did something bad and was blamed for things, he was never punished. And he did a lot of bad things. All his mother ever said was, "Oh, he's a growing boy. He knows what he's going to do when he grows up and right now, he's only doing small things compared to the great, great things he'd do when he's older. Oh, did I tell you that his perfect job is to be the villain?"

People had stopped treating him badly as well. Even though he was considered an outcast from the class because he was bad, that didn't mean the people were cruel to him. No, it was the complete opposite. Though they didn't worship the ground he walked on, they lavished him with millions of gifts.

And the final bonus of the job came to him years after learning the perfect job for him. He had came back to unbury the time capsule his class had done and remembered the question he had to ask his teacher.

"Takuya-sensei?" He asked. "What does an evil guy do during his free time, ne?"

His teacher had smiled kindly and thought for a moment. Then, his face brightened and Argentine momentarily created an illusion of a light bulb above his teacher.

"A bad guy can do whatever he wants in his free time. He has no manager or anything because he's evil. He doesn't have to follow orders. After terrorizing people, a bad guy has free time to do whatever he or she wants." Takuya-sensei said, smiling, not really giving a thought to what he just said. "You could just listen to music all day or read manga."

Argentine let out a brilliant smile and nodded furiously. He bounced away and left his teacher as he thought about what he was going to do in his free time.

"I know!" He exclaimed. "I'll go and… STALK!!! someone. Heh. That'll be both the perfect job for a bad guy and it won't be boring." He bounded away.

And so, his stalking side-job begins.

Every time you feel like someone is watching you, don't dismiss the thought. There is someone watching you.

It's Argentine. The bad guy. The villain. The stalker.

A/N: Gosh, this took so long. I was so reluctant to pick this up again, because I'm afraid I'll give hope and blow it into pieces. Okay. Besides that, I really don't know what to say. And if you want to talk with me more if (or after) you review, click on my profile above and look at my contact me area. There'll be my AIM and my e-mail address. I rarely use YIM or MSN. So… If you have any comments and questions and you rather not review (even though I'll like it), you can talk with me there. Oh, and I'm working on two other writings as well, one DNAngel and one Angel Sanctuary (both which might never be uploaded on Fan Fiction).