Chapter 1: Dream of Reality

‘Falling, I’m falling again…’ A hand reached up for the darkness above her. She was swallowed by darkness... Endlessly falling, hoping someone would reach out and catch her. Was she ever going to meet the cold ground awaiting her arrival? Was anyone going to catch her? Half-open indigo eyes begged to the darkness above her. Her brown chin-length hair flowed about her, as if she were submerged in water. ‘Please, help…?’ No one was going to help her; no one ever helped her...

A gentle beat, a constant beat. Her heart beat. In this land of dreams, she was an unidentified individual, every night, every dream, who was she? Where did she come from? In every dream, her 'life' would shatter into a million pieces and she would fall into a never-ending darkness. A weak smile curled at her lips as she made out a silhouette, movement above her, an arm… A hand... Her once sealed lips parted only a second to let out a breath as the hand became fully visible. A pale hand, the wrist wrapped in a white bandage, reaching for her own.

Brilliant eyes snapped open to stare at the plain white ceiling above. Tender eyes diverted to the blinded window beside the bed. That dream again, the same dream. How many times was she going to have that same dream? How many times was it going to take before it went away? A hand came to her sweat-covered forehead and gently wiped off the perspiration. Beside her, ringing in her ears, the alarm clock screamed at her, hollering at her like an upset mother to wake up. A harsh pound with her fist on the button up top the head of the alarm clock and the screeching ceased. What was the point of waking up before her alarm clock? If she kept waking up like this every morning, she wouldn't need it ever again.

The room was homely, a dresser, and a single mirror, a plain white bed with only a brown blanket, wrinkled white sheet, and white covered pillow. Next to the bed was a small tortured wooden bed stand with a lamp and an alarm clock. The floor was a faded, scratch infested hard-wood, the walls were chipped and white, and a single white sheet partially blocked out the sunlight as it hung pinned by tacks from above the window. Misuzu slowly crawled out of her sloppy bed, wearing a black tank-top and only white-underwear. Her hair was ruffled, her eyes slowly closing and failing to adjust to waking up.

Misuzu was a loner, she lived alone and she had been alone as long as she could remember. For 12 years, she lived with her adopted family. No matter how long she was with them, they never felt as if they were family. At 17 years-old, she had a part-time job and managed to get consent to live on her own. Now she was 19. Her name was Misuzu Baker, well; it was the name she was given by her adopted family. She didn't know the name she was given before she was left on a door-step, knocked out at the age of 7. Amnesia was everyone’s answer. No one knew who she was, so she started life with a clean start.

A quick shower brought the woman to life, drawing her out of her half-dazed state. It was a Monday, a work day. Well, everyday was a work day. Misuzu worked 7 days a week, it was hard work, but she did it anyways, she needed the money. Labor wasn't one of the wisest options for a career, she wasn't physically fit, but as long as she was thin, it didn't matter. Sports weren't her thing, thus she never attempted to give a time of day. All she could do was take orders and carry out basic tasks; she wasn't skilled in anything to get a specialized job as an artist, or one who worked with computers, or even a doctor. Thus she worked as a shop keeper, the only career she assumed she would be bound to. A pair of light jeans, a white tank-top, a thick, black, leather bracelet with buckles around her wrist, and lastly a choker matching her bracelet. It was one of her most simple outfits, and it was acceptable to wear to work. It was odd, but they actually welcomed unique or unusual outfits, they thought it added flavor to the shop. It was most unusual also because it was an elderly couple that ran the shop, she assumed they'd be more into tradition, they proved her wrong.

Her bedroom instantly connected to a small, empty living room, only containing a taste-less white couch and a small TV before it. An empty kitchen was connected to the living room. Like the white-walled and carpeted living room, the kitchen was white, yet dulled due to the lack of care and attention. Her apartment was as empty as empty could get. All she needed were the basics, she could live with that, fancy was unnecessary, luxuries were things she didn't need, yet half of her whined to her conscience, begged for the things others had, the others she loathed for having what she didn't. The rooms were as clean as ever, yet they managed to look sloppy, uncared for, and stained in any color. Whoever had this place before her definitely didn’t care for it at all, but then again she wasn't any better if she only cleaned up her items and messes. She never scrubbed tiles, she never swept the floor, and she never vacuumed because she didn't own one, instead she borrowed from her neighbors, but it was always uncomfortable asking to borrow it. Thus she only asked every blue moon.

Lined up against the wall beside her front door were shoes, only a pair of plain black and white converse she slipped on, a pair of black sandals, and tan slippers she ignored generally every day of her life. Leaving her apartment, she bounced down the stairs, foot after foot until she hit the first floor and took on a casual walk. The town she lived in was small, but it had everything needed. Somehow she ended up in a small town from a large city, her 'family' offered different locations to live in, but somehow she ended up here without even any word in about her opinions. Personally she would have preferred to stay in the city, but in truth she really did like the smaller town of Silverwind, but not as much as the city. The sidewalks were clear of litter, the stores she immediately passed by were filled with customers or were just opening. The store she worked in was a small clothing shop filled with hand sewed and designed by the elderly wife. Being the youngest of the workers, which only consisted of her, the elderly husband and wife, she took on most of the work. Tagging, pricing, assisting customers, organizing the shop, cleaning, all the wife did was sew and design while the husband only took care of the financial work. She considered herself a lone worker because of the conditions.

As she entered the shop, she was immediately greeted with bright smiles and greetings from the couple running the shop, no new orders for the day. It was her duty to sit and monitor the shop as her first thing to do. No other work was brought up first thing until about noon. Her morning began behind the counter, giving her a fair amount of time to stare off into space. Customers didn't come until the afternoon, after working countless hours here, she knew the approximate times and flows of customers. A familiar jingle met her ears, distracting her from the magazine before herself on the counter. Eyes lifted to the new customer and a smile instantly grew.

"Misuzu," A brunette boy's voice cheered as he bounced to the front desk.

"Hey, Kai!" Misuzu chimed his name as she quickly closed the magazine and tossed it aside. Kai was a very common customer in the clothing store, though it was a small town, it didn't mean it lacked anyone with a famous reputation. His name was Kai Wellington; he was 20, single, and gorgeous. He lived quite modestly and disliked the excessive rich life. This man had to be the pure definition of handsome. He had clean brown hair that was cut messily. Bangs stayed clear of his eye-sight, but still managed to dance on his face. The back of his hair was slightly spiky, yet managed to look perfect. His eyes were a gentle chocolate brown, always lively and carefree. 'New Type,' was the name of the store Misuzu worked in, and it was Kai's favorite, such a wide variety of styles in such a small store. It really fascinated him. Misuzu and Kai had been acquainted for the few years since he moved to Silverwind and ever since they met, they had become friends in an instant. They shared the same interests and often hung out together just like two high school girls would. His personality was that of a 18 year-old girl's and managed to be flamboyant yet at the same time throw the 80 pound brick at people that read he wasn't gay.

"How's work coming?" Kai questioned as he leaned against the counter, looking the brightly smiling Misuzu in the face. Instantly he got a wave of Misuzu's hand and a soft groan, the usual answer meaning she was tired and bored. Nothing ever happened before noon and he knew it just as well as she did. He wasn't a worker, but he spent most of his morning loitering and observing Misuzu at work. "I see, I see. Hey! Grandma got my outfit ready?"

"Shh!" Misuzu snapped, "Don't you remember she told you to stop calling her that?! She'll give you a swift kick to the rear and bruise that bum of yours." Her response from him was a cheerful and adorable laugh. No woman could resist smiling at it. Misuzu herself couldn't even resist it. His smile was worth a million dollars and anyone would pay to see it. Luckily she didn't have to; he was always there to smile for free. "Don't remember what she did last time? She nearly ripped that earring out of her ear!" She hissed.

"Not like she's close enough to hear me!" Kai laughed before leaning over the counter, leaving himself only an inch of space between their faces. "Hey, Misuzu..." It was always uncomfortable when he zoomed in so close to her face, a perfect face before one that had been abusing since zits were aroused upon puberty. She knew he was going to joke about something, wasn't he? He did this every so often; he'd forget personal space and make her uncomfortable. Somehow at times, he'd gain a romantic atmosphere and trick her, some way he'd manage this. But this time was somewhat different, his eyes... He looked serious? As the wheels in her mind turned, a red crayon colored a small blush onto her features. Maybe...? "...So..." It surprised her and disappointed her when he reached past her to tug on a stylish, fluffy, leopard print scarf hanging behind her upon a hook on the wall. "You think I could wear this?" He grinned and posed quickly before Misuzu snatched it back.

"It's for women without fashion sense, 'r-tard.'" She couldn't hold back a grin, but she was at least able to hide her disappointment. "But no, she doesn't have your new outfit ready. Are you leaning towards bondage or something, you wanted so many straps and chains..." Her face wrinkled a bit as her nose scrunched up at the recalled description she was given. This man before her was almost as innocent looking as a baby bunny; no one could ever suspect him of a bondage fetish.

"No! It's just for a new magazine company that advertises a... different style." Cutely, he paused to bring a finger to his chin and glance at the dark wooden ceiling. A sudden series of bounces came from Kai as he clapped his hands together and squealed at her. Misuzu's mouth dropped to spit orders, but none escaped before he dropped his palms harshly on the counter and stared her straight in the eye. "Misuzu! Would you like to have dinner with me at the end of the week? Like, go to that really nice Asian restaurant down the street?"

"Eh...? That fancy place?"

"That one!" He squealed as he clapped his hands together.

"Where people only on dates go to eat?"

"Silly, yes that one." He confirmed with a confident nod and handsome smile. "I'm asking you out on a date." His expression was priceless, his lower lip was being sucked in, his eyes were settled hard onto her and he was endlessly shifting his weight from one foot to another. Though he was being patient, he really looked as if he were being the opposite. Unintentionally he dropped his girlish act and pulled on the manners of a proper young man. He really was good at switching around.

Slowly a smile grew on Misuzu's lips as she leaned forward and gave the tip of his nose a gentle tap. "Sure." She grinned before giving him a wink.

"Awesome! I'll give you more info tomorrow, okay?" Receiving a small nod, he then grinned and a hug from over the counter. "Later!" He called before he flew through the door. A sigh, a dreamy sigh escaped Misuzu as she propped her elbows up on the counter and rested her chin in her hands. Her first date, not bad for an average, wait, no, poor girl to get a date with a model... An elbow upside the head caught Misuzu off guard and sent her head nearly crashing into the cash register.

"Misuzu! Stop flirting with that good-for-nothing and get to work, I need you to hang new clothes." Snapped an old womanly voice, the elderly woman never was fond of Kai after he referred to her as grandma. It was the first rule of manners, never treat a woman older than 30 as an old lady. Older women liked feeling younger; he didn't fully grasp that idea. Folded piles of clothes were dropped on top of the counter, followed by clothing hangers for each of the clothes an obedient nod was her response before she set off to work.

Like every day, it wasn’t any different than any other day. Same old, work, get off work, pick up teriyaki, go home, eat, and then sleep. Nothing ever changed. Sure the date for Friday with Kai was new, but that was it. This had been the first new event in maybe a couple months. Her lips formed a thin line as she entered her deathly silent apartment.

“I’m home.” Her voice mumbled to no one. A crinkle met her ears as she stepped forth, her eyes instantly dropped to the mail that had been dumped through the small mail slot. Each one of those envelopes she immediately recognized. Bills. She let out a worried groan as she picked up each envelope that threatened to doom her back to her ‘family’. Misuzu eyed each one painfully before dropping her food on the kitchen counter and sitting on a chair in her ‘living room.’ A weary stare was given to each one before opened, one after another just kept getting worse and worse, she needed to with the lottery or something, maybe a raise was deserved? She was going to have to start being more conscious about how she wasted her money, she may even be forced to fix her own dinners. It sucked being poor, the only time she could get anything new, which was always and only clothes, were when certain clothing styles weren’t selling in the shop, or if it was a gift.

Misuzu threw the bills aside and sprawled herself along the couch, her mind was streaming with worry. She couldn’t borrow money; she said she wouldn’t need any and it wasn't like she was the only one with financial problems... Her 'family' probably couldn't afford wiring some money to her. She didn’t know. She definitely couldn’t ask Kai, that’d be out of the question. Though her stomach growled, begging for the food she left on the counter, she found her eyes slowly closing and her mind drifting on the exhausting topic of bills.

‘Again…I’m falling…’ Weary indigo irises eyed the darkness swallowing her. ‘Why…?’ All over again, the same dream; bit by bit it would piece farther together, but at a pace she couldn’t be patient enough for, even if she tried her hardest. Her body relaxed as she continued to fall, and once again, that same arm, that same hand reached out for her. The callous hand grabbed her hand, giving her a gentle tug, only enough to slow her fall a bit more. Misuzu smiled weakly, at least someone was trying. To her surprise five more hands reached out for her, three feminine hands and two new callous, large hands, obviously men’s. They were reaching to catch her; finally, people who cared to catch her.

One feminine hand held red-painted finger nails, another hand's nails were bitten down, and a last third feminine hand lacked any special features. Then there were both the masculine hands, one was wrapped in a twin bandage as the first hand while the second hand bit smaller than the other, yet the fingers were more like fatty, sloppy cigars. Who was reaching for her?

‘Invidia!’ Called a foreign voice; a deep, powerful, commanding voice. His tone was harsh, but hidden in it, was concern. Though someone really did care, the problem was that she wasn’t Invidia, she was Misuzu.

‘Invidia!’ More voices called, a young man’s voice, another man’s deep voice, one young girl’s’ voices, and a two womanly voices. As all the hands grabbed for her, she could feel herself being pulled back up, towards the cloud darkness the hands had suddenly wrestled their way through.

The once dream-lost indigo irises snapped open to stare at the ridiculously small television before her, only a second after her eyes had opened the faint irritating screeching of her alarm clock hit her ears, and apparently it was time to prepare for work. Reluctantly, Misuzu pushed herself up from the couch and struggled to her alarm clock to treat her ears to the silence it had broken. The bathroom was her next destination, a shower was required every day. She couldn't survive a day without clean hair, it would irritate the hell out of her. Somehow she managed to make record time, half an hour of showering, fixing her hair, and getting dressed combined was the fastest she had ever gotten ready without even trying. She had been quite impressed with herself. Usually it took a bit over an hour.

Work was the same as the day before, patiently waiting for customers. Gentle finger nails tapped against the desk, one finger after another, almost resembling a wave as each finger came into contact with the desk. Though she got enough sleep, she could feel her head bobbing from the boredom, her eyes drooping from the lack of entertainment. Her head shot up straight when she heard the ring of the door, but six times in a row? That was the most she had heard it in a while, especially around 10 AM. Wandering into the store were six people, six unique people.

The first person to step in was a very tall man, she couldn’t get a good look at his face, but she could tell he was extremely pale, his ebony hair was longer on one side, his bangs pulling all the way down to his chin, it resembled the hairstyle of an emo kid. The bangs on the other side of his face were shorter, brushing right at his eye. The back of his head had hair that resembled the butt of a chicken, quite unique… His outfit was just as unique as his hair, black leather, belts, buckles, heavy buckled boots. The collar of the outfit was a turtle neck with a buckle around it; one sleeve was like a t-shirt while another was sleeve-less. Coming down the seam of the one sleeve was a belt that held a separated long, baggy sleeve. On the sleeveless side, three belts held up a matching baggy sleeve. He wore heavy pants, one half of his pants covered down to his knee by the long half-trench coat half-shirt top he wore. Around his waist were two twin belts which nearly loosely sat. His hands were left glove-less, yet barely peeked out from the long sleeves. It caught her off guard when she saw his wrist was wrapped in a similar bandage from her dreams. It must have been a coincidence or something... The moment his head turned to look at her, a small familiar blush covered her features. He had red eyes, gorgeous, ruby eyes that glowed. They were full of such negative energy though, so much hate and impatience for the world. As he stared at her, he held no interest in her obviously, which made her a bit disappointed. His stare was meant to intimidate her, force her to look away, yet she didn't.

The second person was a woman who held a lazy stare on her face as she eyed the store carefully. She had gorgeous red hair and deep forest green eyes, her strands of her hair, mainly her bangs laid against her temples, while the rest of her hair was pulled behind by a dark purple headband, allowing it slightly to flare out messily over it and down to her shoulders. What a bed-head. Her outfit wasn't as dark and threatening as the first man, instead it held oranges, reds, a few yellows, and a dark purple. Her top held a turtleneck collar with a black broach over it, in the center was an autumn orange gem. The top stopped just above her belly button while her sleeves were nearly severed completely from the shoulders and flared out from her elbows. The bottom of her outfit was a long skirt that reached her ankles, hidden were black heeled boots. Unlike the first man, she wasn't wearing something as complex.

Another woman who entered was fairly tall, definitely taller than the first girls who entered. Her hair was long, but pulled back into a pony tail bushing only a bit below her shoulders. It was a deep brown, her bangs brushed just past her garnet eyes and a strand at each of her temples twisted and twirled sexily to her chin. Beneath her right eye was a mole, only adding more attraction to her, and her red lips were curled into a smirk. Her outfit was much different from the others a short black turtle neck stopped right below her breasts, a black broach with a ruby-red gem in the center wrapped around the outside of the turtle neck. Just at her collar bone a small diamond formed in the top, revealing a bit of skin, but as the shirt reached her breasts, a much larger diamond was drawn, flashing off a generous amount of cleavage. From inside the top, a see-through red fabric was drawn half horizontally over her breasts and drew out as sleeves from below the arms of the tank-top. The see-through red sleeves drew below her shoulder and wrapped tightly around her arm until her elbows, from there it split and flared down to her wrists. Her stomach was exposed generously; beneath her belly button were two twin belts that wrapped tightly around her waist, drawing out her curves. She wore a short black skirt, she swore if she bent over everyone could see whatever flashy undergarment she had beneath it. Black leggings squeezed her thighs and black heeled boots topped off the outfit, she looked like a true hooker, yet a unique one that fit in with the crowd of six that entered the store.

The last woman who entered barely qualified as one, she looked extremely young. An excited grin sat on her lips as her gray eyes greedily eyed her surroundings in the store. She was significantly shorter than most of the people in her supposed group. Her hair was brown with gentle blond highlights; she wore a black top with a lacy v-neck and hem which stopped below her belly button. Over her black tank top was a forest green jacket. She wore dark blue jeans which managed to cover most of her black sandals. Around her neck were white and pink puka shells. In truth, she looked the most normal out of all of them; she looked like an average high school student. It was kudos to her that she looked normal out of the odd bunch.

After the shorter girl, there was a very round boy about equal to her height, his cheeks were bloated, and his stomach hung over his pants. He wore a dark blue t-shirt and dark blue pants, white tennis shoes were hidden mostly by his jeans. His hair was brown, well kept, and hung above his ears. On his right ear was a golden ear cuff which shined brilliantly, it was either brand-spanking new or he spent hours polishing it. In his hands were bags of chips and surrounding his lips were crumbs from his snack. Out of all the new customers, he was the shortest by far. His eyes were a vibrant green, but stayed almost hidden by his squinted eyes. He looked just as normal as the younger girl, thank god there were still people in the world who dressed normally, she thought this group was about to be overflowing with weirdos.

One last man followed, he was slightly shorter than the first man, but taller than the rest of the group. He was dressed exactly like the first ebony-haired man. His hair was blonde and his eyes were golden, they were brilliant. They were lively, excited, and nearly looked optimistic. His hair was spiky and obviously excited and stopped barely above his chin, though spiky and slightly messy, his hair looked absolutely perfect. Like he had planned where every strand was to sit on his head. A smug grin sat on his face as he wandered the store, from the way he held himself; he seemed like a narcissist. He had too much confidence, definitely enough to spare for her. She couldn't help but bite her lip when her mind began to scold her for not being that confident.

As each of them wandered the store at their own pace, five of them didn't spare the time to throw her even a short glance. Until each of them were fully into the store, the ebony-haired man It wasn't until most of them were enveloped in interest in clothing that she was spotted. The tallest woman with the red lipstick finally looked at her, what she was first given was a stare and a squint, as if she were trying to make her out as if she was miles away. Her eyes suddenly widened as she stared at her before tugging on the arm of the female red-head and the ebony-haired man. Misuzu couldn't make out the mumbles that were traded, but the man had a skeptical look while the red-head only gave a questioning look. The red-head only stared at her blandly, almost tired and irritated-like while the ebony-haired man stared critically at her as if she were his rival. With a grin, woman with the red-lipstick glanced at the two, studying her partners as if she were proud of some accomplishment. Without waiting for a word from the two, she approached her and leaned against the counter casually.

"Can I help you...?" Misuzu asked unsurely.

"Of course you can..." The woman winked before licking her lips, "...By giving me your number." Misuzu frowned as she stared at the woman with a confused stare. A lesbian? First time she'd seen one in this town... Instead of speaking, Misuzu drew out a card from her pocket and slid it across the counter. The woman gave her an unamused stare before she slid back the card. "Not the store number, yournumber, love." The woman leaned forward, drawing full attention to her breasts as she had pushed them out there. Misuzu was tempted to comment on them, they were huge, probably a double D size! Two sizes larger than her own! Her eyes escaped the clutches of the woman's breasts and bounced back to her garnet eyes. They stared seductively at her, starved, nearly like she was undressing her in her mind. Dear god, it sent chills down Misuzu's spine. She didn't mind homosexuals, only when they were hitting on her and being serious about it.

"Sorry, miss, but I'm taken." Misuzu frowned and wrinkled her nose as she responded. Wrinkling her nose was always her bad habit when she lied. She couldn't help it; lying just made her sick and it was a bad habit she developed when she was young. Old habits were hard to break. In a sense, she was lying. Though Kai had asked her out, it didn't mean she was actually taken, but anything would have to do. The woman immediately saw through it.

"Come, come, now, love. I know you're not taken. Even my friends are interested in meeting you." She gestured behind herself by flicking her head a bit. A quick glance was passed behind her; the overly confident blond was grinning and holding up random outfits to the ebony-haired man. Obviously they were discussing something, but before she could even blink, the blond had been punched by the ebony-haired guy, sending him stumbling back into a cart of clothes. The others were less than amused. The youngest girl was spotted grabbing at clothes greedily and throwing them about, destroying her hours spent organizing while the red-head and plup boy only watched the two men with a bored expression. "Love, pay attention." The woman snapped her fingers before Misuzu's eyes, drawing attention back to her. "You know, you've got the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, quite unique..." The woman began before she snatched Misuzu's chin. Maybe they were from the circus! The circus collects unique people; they had to be part of it! She only seemed to babble as she continued and in turn, Misuzu only found herself staring at the woman invading her personal space. “Anyway,” she continued, “You seem unique enough, my group and I are holding a party tonight around 9 PM. I already like you, so I’d like to invite you…”

'Ack! She's trying to invite me to their freak-show circus!' Her mind cried out desperately. “Sorry, but-”

"What's taking you?" Before any more words could be continued, two arms wrapped tightly around the flirtatious woman. A seductive squeak left her as she hit the hard chest of the ebony-haired man. His face snuggled into the junction of her neck and shoulder which tweaked her body into wiggling a little and drew an excited squeal from her. Misuzu's heart sank a bit as she stared at the two, so the guy was taken... Shame. It didn’t stop that woman from flirting though. For only a moment Misuzu was tempted to punch herself, she had managed to basicallyget a boyfriend, a gorgeous one, and she was still eyeing other men. He lifted his head a bit and tilted it to look at the woman, she gave the flick of her head towards Misuzu and his attention was moved to Misuzu. A blush once more clouded her features when he looked at her, she felt her body twitch back away from him. Unexpectedly, he reached out and grabbed her chin; he examined her harshly, his expressions changing from surprised to serious repeatedly. He was irritated; he looked like he didn't want to believe something. Roughly he released Misuzu's chin, causing her to gently rub it before shooting him a glare.

"Excuse me, Sir--"

"We'd like to purchase, this, this, that, this, this, and those!" A sudden pile of clothing toppled on top of the counter before them. The youngest looking girl stood proudly next to the couple that had been standing in front of the counter before her.

"Illiyana!" Snapped the ebony-haired man in irritation. "We're not fucking here to shop, we're looking for someone."

"Raven, calm down, we've found her!" The flirtatious woman snapped backing up the youngest girl apparently called Illiyana. With a furious snarl, the ebony-haired man named Raven ripped himself away from the woman. Looking for who? Found who? They couldn't have meant her. "Jeez, he's always so..."

"334.98, please." Misuzu interrupted. Both the females stared at her, the older one finally flipping out a credit card and passing a half-irritated glance to the younger one now passing a last glance around the store. After neatly placing the purchased clothing into a couple bags, they were snatched from the counter and the others who had been wandering the store were rounded out of the store. One last glance had been passed back at Misuzu by the flirtatious girl along with a wave and a wink.

"See you later, sweetie." She chimed before she stepped out.

The jingle of the store's keys sounded as the front door was being locked. The streets were empty, the sky was black with small flakes of stars, and the moon barely hid behind a few clouds. The day was finally over, Misuzu could finally go home, eat, sleep, and forget the circus freaks that bothered her. Fun thing was she was just going to start her day over again the same way. It was going to be the same repetitive routine everyday until she got a new job or something changed. With a heavy sigh, she returned home, along her way picking up some teriyaki. Her keys gently alarmed her unlocking the door, and with a push the door flew open, greeting her with the darkness of her apartment. Temporarily holding her keys between her lips, she fidgeted with a few papers in her back pocket and her wallet as she entered the apartment. The moment her free hand flicked on the lights, the last thing she expected to be launched at her head almost hit her. Misuzu jerked the moment a butter knife had been thrown at her; it missed her, but snatching the key ring and ripping the keys from her mouth, dragging them to the ground with them. A loud gasp escaped her as she was greeted by the ebony-haired man, Raven, sitting on the arm of her couch. One knee had been pulled up to rest his forearm on, his other leg dangled over the couch arm. He looked like the devil, the unforgiving snarl on his face, those piercing crimson eyes glaring at her. Lying on the couch next to him was the blond man, his arms crossed beneath his head as he laid luxuriously, he definitely made himself at him, it was ridiculous.

"Wha-What are you circus freaks doing in my home? Get out now, before I call the police!" She threatened as her teriyaki was dropped to the ground and she began in for the kitchen, she was stopped when feminine arms wrapped around her, halting her from any movement. She was ripped back against a soft, bouncy chest and new hot breath was now against her ear.

"Aww, you don't mean it, do you, love? You need to calm down and be nice, I warned you we'd see you later." A familiar seductive voice giggled next to her ear. A sudden series of squeezes to her chest sent her jumping and yelping. "Don't you have a nice chest? They're much softer than mine, but they're smaller, not by much though." She giggled before giving her ear lobe a lick. Misuzu was frozen. Here she was, in her own home, being molested by a few lose circus freaks that broke into her home. Her face was frozen in surprise; her body was ridged from the touch of the seductive woman. "I like her, she has a nice chest." The seductive woman laughed playfully.

"Luxuria, stop fucking playing around." Snapped Raven. "You're supposed to be with me. Not molesting every other whore that comes into your sight. Not everyone is your personal sex toy." Immediately it bounced into her mind, they weren't from the circus, they're from pornos, they've broken into her home to have sex, tape it, then sell it for mass profit... Yet they'd be filming it with invisible cameras, or maybe the fat child raiding her abandoned kitchen wasn't a fat ass, maybe he was tiny, but his waist was surrounded by a bubble which he kept shit in. No, that's ridiculous... but still possible.

"Where's your fun, Ira? Who wouldn't want to play with her?" The woman named Luxuria giggled with a wink before giving Misuzu's chest another playful squeeze. Ira? She thought she called the ebony-haired man 'Raven' earlier in the shop. She could have sworn she didn't hear wrong, maybe her mind replaced it with a name that truly did suit him?

"Come on, man, she can't help it. She is lustafter all." The blond finally chimed in as his golden eyes shot open amused. He sat up, and began to approach Misuzu. "Now, Misuzu Baker, you're coming with us, 'kay?"

"How about not!" Misuzu barked desperately. "I don't want to be famous for amateur home-made pornos!" It brought all around her to pause for a second, passing her questioning glances to where she came to any conclusion like that.

"Listen, m'dear Misuzu, we're not here for sex and you don't have a choice in the matter. Father wants us to return home, he sent us specially to retrieve you. You've been lost for quite some time, and he'd like it if his dear sweet daughter came back." The blond grinned down at her.

"What're you talking about, you crack-head? My family wouldn't send for someone to get me, they'd call me."

"Wrong family, m'dear." Nothing else could said; before she knew it the world went black.

A/N: Yeah, a new story. Damn my inspiration, I get it from the most random things, it instantly leaves my previous stories and all my excitement about writing those stories is put into the new one. I’m working on chapter 8 of Siren... Even though I've been taking forever. Highly doubt anyone would care to say a word because not many people read my stories, but whatev. I've been busy with school, hospitals, tons of events and crap, haven't really had time.

- Mistress Illusia