ONCE UPON A TIME…

Here we go again, another story. Before we start, there are a few things I need to address.

Violence: There is a lot of bloody gory stuff in this one, and it might offend some people…

Homosexuality: This is a SLASH story. That means gay-love. If you don't want to read that then just leave. Don't complain, don't leave rude reviews, just close the page and leave. Any rude reviews will be reported.

Sex: There may end up being sex here, but there are at least references to sex.

Child Abuse: Yes, one of the characters in here is subject to abuse. It sucks, trust me.

Bad Language: I have a foul mouth, and it bleeds into my characters…

Non-story related notes:

Hiatus: I have ADHD, and as such I will often forget about my stories… If it goes too long, send me a POLITE message, and I'll try to update as soon as I can. Send me a rude one, and I'll put it on my profile and mock you.

Reviews: I love reviews. Like, uberly so. But it's depressing to go all the way to Fictionpress to read my new review, and all it says is: "I like this. Please continue". Please, please, please at least give me a reason why you like it… even better, advice on how to make it better…

Updates: I try to update my stories as often as possible, but sometimes that's not that often. I have websites to take care of, I have a job, and soon I'll be going back to school, so I can't always update that much. That, and I have a habit of getting really into one story, and I'll update that a bunch of times and forget about everything else

Errors: If you see an error anywhere (misspelling, plot hole, word that appears to be missing, etc.) just drop me a note, otherwise I may not catch it…

Confusion: If there's anything that confuses you, just message me and I'd be happy to explain it. ^_^

Chapter One: Beautiful Eyes

The first time I saw him, I thought he was a girl…

Not all that surprising considering the first time I met him, he was wearing a bloody dress! Heh, if he knew I was writing this, he'd throw a bloody fit. Luckily, he ain't around any more… I suppose that's lucky…

Oh yeah! I was telling you about the first time I saw him, hm? Well, I was sitting in Eggheads, this bloody spectacular restaurant, when he and his pops come sauntering in. Nothing spectacular about that, what with all the rich prats that live 'round here. No, nothing surprising about that… what was surprising was that he looked at me…Still doesn't sound that surprising? Well, considering most people's eyes just graze over me, without actually seeing me, the fact that his eyes met mine threw me off a little. Not just that, but the way his eyes looked up slightly, as if he could see the silvery cat ears poking up out of my hair. Something I didn't think possible, considering they were hidden. To normal eyes, I was a brown haired, gold-eyed human. Not to those eyes. They saw me for what I really was.

He was staring at me, so to save him the embarrassment of staring at what appeared to be nothing, I gave him a swift, teasing salute. He jerked out of Wonderland, and sat down in the booth across from his pops.

I took a sip from my syrupy coffee and started to examine him. As I said earlier, at this point, I thought he was a girl. He definitely looked the part.

I assumed that he was albino since he was completely washed out of color. He had white-blonde hair that was pulled into high pigtails, but when let down, his hair would probably reach the middle of his back. His skin was a snowy white, and he was so very thin…almost skeletal…When I'd seen his eyes, they were a very pale gray, almost white, but the edge of the iris was almost black. It was very strange, but still beautiful. He was very beautiful. When I thought he was female, I'd noted that he was very flat chested, almost suspiciously so. He was dressed 'Gothic-ish', with a black dress, black stockings, and black boots. In a way, all the black and white made him look like an old photograph…or maybe a panda.

When he picked up his menu, he almost seemed to be hiding behind it…if I recall correctly, he was hiding, so that he could glare at me out of the corner of his beautiful eyes.

I finished off my coffee and decided I wanted another cup. I dropped the spell that made people not look at me, and grinned at the gasp of the waitress who had thought that the table was empty. She hurried over.

"W-Would you like more coffee, s-sir?" I mentally cackled at being referred to as 'sir'.

"Yeah, sure," I said nonchalantly putting my feet up on the chair across from me. She nodded and practically ran away. I tended to have that effect on people. I looked back over at Him. He'd dropped his menu, and was gaping at me with his mouth slightly open at how showy I was being.

"Himitsu! It's rude to stare!" snapped his pops. He jerked his head back down, and a faint pink blush lit up his snowy cheeks. Cute. Himitsu. An interesting name. I knew it was Japanese, but I couldn't quite remember the meaning.

The server brought me my coffee, as another brought Himitsu his food. A fruit plate. Oh, yum. Not. He ate quickly, probably from wanting to leave as soon as possible. Unfortunately, it seemed his pop didn't pick up on the 'I want to leave now' vibes his offspring was giving off. Well, unfortunate for Himitsu. I wasn't complaining. It wasn't everyday I found someone who could see me for what I really was, so that was plenty intriguing. The fact they were pretty didn't hurt either.

A good forty-five minutes later, Himitsu's dad finally pushed his empty platter of food away with a 'manly' belch. Himitsu himself was staring intently at the tabletop, looking as though he was trying to memorize it. I, of course, knew otherwise. He was trying to ignore me. This is easier said then done. I can be very distracting. But, sadly, I couldn't be too obnoxious, or the manager would kick me out, and that would not be good. Then I couldn't look at pretty Himitsu anymore. And that would definitely suck. And not in the good way.

Perverseness aside, I was slightly infatuated with the human. That of course being the reason I chose to follow him home. Luckily, he'd chosen to walk rather than get a ride from his pops, or I never woulda been able to follow. Apparently, there was a god on my side…Wonder who it is…I hope it ain't Aphrodite. She's got a nasty habit of giving something, and then taking it back.

So yeah, I followed Himitsu home. I didn't follow him inside though, that was just asking for trouble. No, instead I climbed up a tree and decided to wait for nightfall. Then, maybe I could sneak in.

About five minutes after I'd gotten settled, the front door opened, and out he came! I gaped at him as he walked under my hiding spot. I considered goin' after him, but changed my mind once I realized that this would be the perfect opportunity to sneak in, since his pops never came home, and now he was leaving.

Once he was out of sight, I jumped out of my tree, and face-planted into the driveway. Cats always land on their feet. Myth busted.

Once that was all over, I hopped to my feet, and pulled myself up and over the wooden fence.

The house itself was an okay one, nothing fancy. It was big and yellow with green trim. It looked like there were two stories, which was splendid, since I loved heights.

I stepped towards it, and up the steps to the porch in order to try opening the door…only to discover that it was locked. I pouted and tugged at the handle. When that didn't work, I sighed and decided to try the back door. Luckily, I saw upon reaching the back, it was open. I cackled openly, jumped up on the porch, and went inside.

The house was cold and felt unlived in, which I knew wasn't true from the dishes in the sink. I shivered and walked over to the fridge. Upon opening aforementioned fridge, I was ecstatic to see that there was milk. I snatched the carton and headed towards the stairs. Yes, stairs. Since upstairs was more than likely where the bedrooms were.

I wonder what Himitsu will do upon discovering me in her bedroom… (I still thought he was a she here) I shrugged and skipped up the stairs.

She seems nice enough, so she probably won't be too angry with me. And even if she is, what can she do about it? She's just human, at that, I nodded and pushed open what I assumed was the door to 'her' bedroom.

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