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Rose moved from one dress to another, feeling reluctant and kind of angry her twin brother was making her do this. She had balked at the idea of going to some kind of ball, at that haunted mansion. Found it totally ridiculous, some big fat joke. But her brother was dead-set on getting her there. It annoyed the living daylights out of her. Made her want to yell and scowl at him. But he was only looking after her, he was hoping she would find someone there, her true love or some nonsense. His hopes were going to be dashed, she swore he would.

I found it! His deep, but gentle voice called out, holding up the most breathtakingly beautiful dress Rose had ever seen. It was deep violet, matching her eyes perfectly. The straps hung off the shoulder, and would reveal her slender, swan like neck, and plunge down to her chest just a little. It hugged the waist with a built in corset, and then there was a flowing skirt, that would twirl beautiful around her long legs. It was stunning, and as his face read, it was perfect. In a daze Rose tried it one quickly, coming out, and blushing at the surprised look on her brother's face. The dress made her look tall, and skinny, and certainly made others jealous. It is beautiful. She replied to him, running her fingers over the soft material, that felt like silk. She smiled timidly and nodded to her brother, who whooped for joy, and shooed her off to change into her skin tight faded jeans, and light orchid sleeveless turtle neck sweater.

That had been a few hours ago, and her brother being the hot shot he was, had ordered some makeup artists, and hair dressers to help her get ready. She was once again stunned speechless, and in a dace passively let the workers do their job, scared as hell about all of this. Another hour in hair and makeup, she was dressed and looking delicate and beautiful. She stood in the main hallway of their apartment building, waiting for her brother, who froze when he saw her. Sometimes people mistake them for lovers, and now was why. He looked at her with such devotion and love, looking like a love sick puppy.

Rose's long silver strands were tied up in a lazy drooping bun, so the hair cascaded down her back in rivulets, looking soft and silky smooth. She had on silver eyeshadow which made her deep violet eyes darker, and more mysterious. Her lips were were not painted with anything but clear lip gloss, and her finger nails were painted silver. Her shoes were the same color as the dress, and tied like ballet slippers up her legs, not that you could really see them with the long flowing dress. She looked lovely, and charming, ready to steal any mans heart away.

She smiled timidly to her brother, looked dashing, yet roguish in what he wore. He was a play boy, and he loved looking like a bad boy. His blue eyes which held a hint of purple to them always danced with mischief, yet a hint of kindness. She took his offered arm, and in their apartment main hall, they danced with each other, laughing playfully. The makeup artists were gone, and they were alone, acting like children playing dress up with their parents clothing, though not looking anything like it. It was another few hours before the party.

Cereza finished polishing her katanas and set them back on the rack. She looked out the to the moon from her window and sighed, because she only had one dress. It was a very beautiful dress made of fine silk and the color of red roses, it flowed just above ones ankles and was sleevless. The only thing wrong with it was it belonged to her mother. Just looking at it brought back the horrible memories. Cereza turned away from the window and walk across the room to her closet, as she opened the door and saw the dress an single tear fell to the floor, as she wiped her eyes Cereza took the dress off the hanger and layed it on her bed. She threw off her clothes and headed for the bathroom to shower and do her hair and make-up.

After a hot shower Cereza dried and combed her hair and pinned two small roses in it. soon her make-up was done, just some eyeliner and a pale red lip gloss, she then walk out to her bed and slipped the dress over her head. As she smoothed it down she glanced at her vanity mirror and saw that she looked just like her mother, the only thing she had in common with her father was her ruby red eyes. Cereza wanted to cry and started to change her mind about going to the dance at all, she sat down on hed bed and took a few deep breaths to calm down. After a few minutes she was fine so she stood to fixed her eyeliner and straighten her dress again.

Cereza picked up her favorite katana and set it on her bed, it might just be her nerves but she couldnt seem to shake the feeling the something was going to go wrong. She walked back to the window to gaze at the moon and think, she suddenly felt a wave of pain that wasnt hers. she reached out with her senses and relized it was Alexander, the pain was similar to what she feels deep down inside her but his seemed more intense. She drew back in and closed her self off because she could stand it anymore, she walked away from the window, picked up her katana and was out the door. As she made her way down the hall she paused and saw alexander already makeing his way down the stairs, she wispered to her self "Please let us find the shadow hearts." After alexander was out of sight Cereza made her way down to the ballroom.

Dashing from the woods after a short run Yukio jumped up to the second story window and entered his room. He looked at his clock and decided he had enough time to take a long shower, as he walks to the bathroom he grabs a big black towel from the rack and sets it on the counter next to the sink. Yukio quickly has his clothes off and in the hamper, he turns the shower on full blast and as hot as he could make it. He let the water run over him untill it got cold then washed his hair and body and got out, he grabed his towel rubed his hair a little and then wraped it around his waist.

He stands in front of mirror and wonders about all the lovely young ladies who will be here tonight, but more so he wonders how beautiful Cereza will be. He knows about the red dress of her mothers but he has never seen it, he cant even begin to imagine what she will look like in it. Yukio wishes Cereza would be his but he knows she just wants to be friends and thats it, and he respects her wishes. He sighs and looks down at the floor.

Comeing from the bathroom Yukio throws his towel aside and enters his walk-in closet. He takes a white satin shirt, black dress pants and his favorite long leather jacket. he slips his pants on as he walks out of the closet, he never cared much for dress shoes so he never bought any. he walked past his bed to the chair were his polished boots were sitting and sliped them on over a pair of black socks. Yukio went back to the bathromm to grab his comb and ran it through his still damp hair, he glanced in th mirror then walked back to his room. He slips his shirt on and then his jacket and heads for the door, as he walks out he sees the tip of a red dress round the corner to the stairs. Yukio quickly walks down the hall to the stairs to head down to the ball room.

There were already several people in the ballroom, when Alexander came down the stairs. He glanced around, monitoring the people that came through the big wooden double doors, then headed into the large ballroom. He even felt like he had been transported back in time, it was wonderful in here, yet painful to him. He could remember so much from the past, the ball's his father had held. He shook his head and sighed, rubbing his neck.

He moved to the musician's, talking to the lead man, going over what they planned on playing for the night, nodding his head in agreement. He then ventured towards the kitchen talking to the head chief, and when he was done with that returned to the ballroom, looking kind of lost, not really sure what do to. His yellow eyes studied those that were dancing, or hovering near the small buffet table that held easy hand foods. He felt stupid for throwing this, he nor his people would never find their shadow hearts, they would never be saved. His doubt was palpable, and in that grand room, he looked out of place and even older.