My name is Takashi Kenta. Address me as 'Kenta'. I'm a 16 year old boy currently living without my parents. I'm going to tell you a story of my way through hell. No, It's absolutely worse than hell. It all started with my curiosity.

My dad seemed like he was hiding something from me. Truth be told, I hadn't seen my mother for 2 weeks. I was seeing less and less of my dad. I was determined to find out what was going on. Once I found out, I wish I hadn't. I wanted to dig myself a hole and throw myself in it. I guess curiosity really did kill the cat.

I skipped a day of school and followed my dad. He walked into a graveyard! I approached him as he was talking to a grave. I was scared. Was my dad crazy? Right when I was going to call out for my dad, I took a look at the grave. Takashi Shizuka. My heart stopped. Takashi Shizuka was my mother's name. My mother.. is dead? No, It can't be.

"Dad?" I called out.

He turned to look at me. "K-kenta?!" his eyes widened.

"What's going on?!" I shouted pointing at my mother's grave. "I-is Mother.. gone?!" I shouted, my knees becoming weak. I fell to the floor sobbing.

"I'm so sorry, kenta! Your mother.. she was in an accident 2 weeks ago! and.. she's gone!" he shouted sobbing with me.

After hours of crying and shouting, me and my father walked back home. He told me that he didn't want to tell me such a painful thing. I had found out myself, and that was my own fault. The bad news didn't end there though. No, there was more!

"Kenta.. I have to tell you something else.." he told me. I looked at him.

"I'm sick.." he said, looking away from me.

"W-what do you mean?" I asked.

"I've got cancer.. I'm going to need to stay in the hospital if I'm planning on living any longer." he told me.

"Dad!" I shouted.

"so, Kenta.. You're going to live with the Izumi family.." My eyes widened.

No, not them! Anybody but them! This hit me harder than finding out my mother was dead. Harder than finding out my father had cancer. I was going to be living in Hell. I had no choice. My mother was dead, and my father would be on the verge of dying. So what if I had to suffer? If this is what my parents want, then so be it. Nothing is more painful than losing your loves ones, I told myself.

Or so I thought. So here I am, standing in front of the Izumi's house with all of my belongings. The Izumi's are my parent's good friends. They've known eachother since they were in highschool. They have a daughter who is a year younger than me. She. Is. The. Devil. She's every guy's nightmare. My parents introduced us when we were only a couple of months old, but the first memory I have of this devil in disguise was when I was 7 years old. She was 6 and my first thought was that she was pretty. I was playing in the backyard of my house when Mr. Izumi came walking towards me holding a girl with short, light brown hair and hazel eyes. He had just put her on the floor beside me.

He smiled at us and told her, "Play nice, princess."

She smiled at him and turned back to me. I remember smiling at her. She smiled back of course, right when I was thinking that no other girl in this world, had the face of an angel like she did, her smile suddenly dissapeared. She told me to get on all fours! I refused the 2 times before, but then she found a broken tree branch on the floor. You can imagine my amazement (and fear) when I saw a tiny 6 year old girl who looked so delicate, hold a huge broken tree branch and had started swinging it in my direction! I immediately got on all fours like I was told. She laughed and then, walked to my sandbox and grabbed a handfull of sand. Yes, I remember it clearly. She walked over to me and smirked. She took a hold of my pants, and I stared down with confusion not understanding what she was going to do. She threw the sand in my pants and let out a loud cackle. There was sand in my pants! Do you know how uncomfortale that is? I cried and ran to my parents. Days after that, she kept coming back to my house. I tried hiding but she always seemed to find me. I grew up with her torturing me, untill I was 12 years old. She and her family had moved and I hadn't seen her since. Thank god!

I snapped out of my daze, when the door to the Izumi house suddenly opened. A beautiful girl with light brown hair flowing down to her chest, hazel eyes, and a bright smile stepped out. No way! I thought.

'Hi!" she cheerfully yelled.

"H-hi." I stuttered.

"Remember me, Kenta?" she asked, smiling.

"How can I forget, Aimi?" I asked her. She walked up to me and whispered in my ear.

"Get on all fours." she whispered.

"what?!" I asked.

"You heard me." she smirked.

No, no! Not again! I thought. I can't be living with this girl.. I can't! My days here would continue being filled with agony. Thanks to Aimi. How is it that her name meant love, affection, and beautiful, but her personality was the the total opposite? It's true that she is beautiful. Yet, appearances can sure fool you.

She ran back into her house and came back swinging around a fencing stick.

"Holy crap!" I yelled and immediately got on all fours.

She laughed and brang in my bags as I stood on the sidewalk on all fours. Neighbors laughed hysterically as they passed by me.

"You can get up now, baka!" She shouted as she skipped around in front of me.

I ran into the house my face turning pink with embarrassment.

Hi! I'm imaginexeuphoria. It seems that I'm enjoying my time writing Mangas. So, here's my second story. I hope you guys are enjoying it so far! I thought it up last night. No, I'm not a guy. I just felt like writing this story in a guy's point of view as he's being tortured by a pretty girl with an out - of - this - world personality :) Enjoy! Please review and tell me what you think ~