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Really? Well some people call my "emo-mode" my dark corner attitude.

I like to play the piano when I feel like this at times. I can get my emotions out in the music I play.

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Don't worry, I make sure none of the characters resemble the Host Club, My Lord.

I have some pretty good stories, butonly one started on this computer. Anyone wanna read it? No blood yet, I promise xP

No, no. I can watch everything gory expect for maybe the movie Saw. I'm just scared that Hikaru is going to try and murder me.

One cold night on a rooftop in a small village, there sat a young man, He had short, scruffy blond hair and dark black eyes. He wore scrappy clothes and held a kitchen knife clenched tightly in one hand, which showed his pale skin stretched over his slightly bony hand. He had no real name, as he was an orphan and had never really thought to name himself. He lived as a thief, but only took food that he needed.

This boy in question glared ahead of himself into the dark skies. His stomach growled loudly. His thieving had not been successful as of late. He looked down at his stomach and tried to remember the last time he had eaten. Was it two days? Three? A week? He couldn’t be bothered to recall and shivered from the cold.

And that’s when he saw it. When he looked up, he saw one of the largest, most gallant-looking houses in the village. The boy grit his teeth as he looked at its pale walls and bright, warm windows. Even its large structure angered him. If he was correct, the family there had a daughter almost his own age, give or take a few years. He growled loudly.

As he thought, the boy lifted the knife and thrust it in the roof below him. That’s right. Why did SHE get to be warm inside the elegant house? Why was SHE allowed a warm bed while he slept on the cold ground? Why did SHE deserve hot meals while he was left to starve? Why did SHE get a loving family while he was forced to endure the villager’s cruel yells and his own tearing hunger alone? Why did SHE get a name, the one birthright he wasn’t even entitled to?

At this point, the boy realized he had stabbed the rooftop multiple times. He stopped himself and looked at his angry reflection in the flat of the blade. As he gazed at the image of his pale face, he suddenly realized – No one would suspect him. He was only a simple orphan. Considering how rich the family was, a “piece of lowly scum” such as himself, as the villagers had informed him, would never be held responsible. Considering she was the heir to local diamond mines, the blame would be put on one of her siblings. It wasn't like he had anything to lose anyway. The boy rose from his seat. He had reached a decision.

He didn’t care how powerful the family was. That girl would die. Tonight.