Notes: *blows raspberry* HA! HA! I own it, so you can't steal anything out of this story!

My first original fic that's longer than one chapter. Constructive critism is welcomed, but remember: there is a fine line between that and flames, and I don't accept flames. However, I've never gotten flames on my own work, so. . . . .read & review.

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I looked across the table at Dove. I watch him unscrew a small flask and poor whiskey into the coffee that the waitress had brought him. When she came back he talked to her for a moment in fast Russian, and she responded. Some people would wish he would say what he said, or that he wouldn't drink the way he does. However, I wouldn't take him any other way.

He's much taller than me, with chocolate brown hair and dark eyes. His full name is Marmeladov, and he was born in Russia. When he was seven years old, his parents and him moved to America. He came here, like me, as an exchange student. I don't know how he did it, but he was able to instantly find all the foreign restaurants and Cafe`s in the city, and know which were the best and worst. I didn't know there -were- any foreign restaurants in England. . . . . at least not Russian and Indian ones.

My name is Saiyo. And yes, I know it's a very unique name. I don't even think they use it much in Japan. I'm not from Japan, not even a Japanese descendant. I'm Irish-German, and I came from Philadelphia. Ironic, because that's the city of brotherly love, and I hate people. I'm not even sure that Philly -is- the city of brotherly love. All I know is that you can get Campbells' soup and cheesestakes there. Just walk down to your local Wawa store.

But here, in England, you don't have a local Wawa. And that means no Philly cheesestakes, and the Campbells soup isn't straight from the factory (an advantage to living in the city with the headquarters). Instead, its two weeks old, and the cans smell like they just got off the ship. I hate this country.

Of course, if I didn't come here I wouldn't have met Dove, and I wouldn't -any- friends. So I'm glad I came here.

Our silence may have been unnerving to some people, but we have gotten to the point in our friendship that can sit in a comfortable silence. I knew that he was going to ask soon. He always asked.

"Do you want to go to the movies?" he asked.

"You ask every night," I say.

"I know. But how am I going to get to go with you if I never ask?"

"Good point," I said. He had the perfect right to ask. Neither of us had gone to the movies in over a year. "Depends. What do you want to see?"

"I don't know," he said, shrugging.

"Alright, I'll go with you."

So we went to the movies. We went to one that not a single other person bought tickets to. We were loners, only we were together. We sat in the top row with our feet on the seats in front of us, slirping out sodas and chewing our popcorn as loud as we wanted to. In fact, we had a contest to see who could do it the loudest. we would go to opposite sides of the theatre and try to chew and slirp loud enough for each other to hear. At one point he was able to slirp so loud I was surprised people in the other theatres didn't hear. I got mad at this and threw some candy at him. And we laughed about it.

"So where do you want to go Thursday?" he asked as we walked out of the theatre.

Ah, yes. Thursday. The night of the full moon. I could never wait for it, and was always disappointed the next morning because I couldn't remember the transformation.

"Somewhere open, like a feild, only I want a forest near it. And nowhere near humans," I said.

"But, of course," he said. "You know that I don't like being around them when we transform."

"Yeah. But I forgot."

"You always forget," he said, giving me a poke in the small of my back.

I hated when he did that. I can't tell you why, but it felt weird. I hated when he grabbed my stomach, or around my knee-cap, or in my side, and he knew it.

When I got back to my flat, I flopped down on my bed. I hated waiting, and I had to wait almost five days till the full moon. I wasn't old enough to have mastered the art of transforming whenever I wanted, and neither had Dove. So we made a big thing out of ever full moon, and always, always made sure there were no humans around at the time.

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Author's notes: You like? No? I'll keep working on it, maybe I'll actually finish this story, unlike the many I have yet to.