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(( I posted in the girls dorm already, soooo...post away!))

"Oh ok.yes!" she said whispering the last word, but not believing the last part Gackt told her. That's good.. but Single for his whole life? she thought. "I dont believe you've been single your whole life, unless you've been putting girls down alot....there has to be at least ONE girl you've been with!" she said, determend to know what was going on with this.

"oh i'm sorry..." she said looking down at her food, eating alittle bit more of her ramen, which was almost all gone. She looked back up at him and slightly bit her bottom lip. "well, have any questions for me?" she asked. She didn't mind being asked questions, no matter how dramatic or silly they were.

Kira walked into the dinning hall for the first time, holding a silver long thin case. He looked around and noticed a woman and his old friend form the first school he went to. He walkd over to a different table, placing the case on the table and opening it. He pulled out a Guitar form it, taking a small speaker from his back pack and placed it on the table, wlaking over to an outlet and plugged it in. Kira walked back over to the table and plugged the guitar into the speaker, playing a soft slow tune.

Kira noticed another woman walk into the dinning hall. He looks over at his backpack, seeing a cd cover in it. He decides to play the song kryptonite by three doors down.

The doors to the dining hall opened quietly as a teen in a bright green yukata slipped in. Obviously new and a bit lost, he dragged his two sizeable black bags behind him with a silk covered case hanigng from his shoulder. A worn book was clutched protectivly under one arm. The silent youth took a corner seat, dark eyes flashing from behind his curain of black hair that covered his face and cascaded down his shoulders.

Ronan sighed quietly, taking off the case from around his shoulders and lying it reverently on the table in front of him. It was only then that he opened the book. Perhaps the only thing that had kept him sane through the deaths od everyone he had held dear. He turned the dog eared and scribbled upon pages, stopping hear and there to read the verse of a poem he had particualerly liked. Turning to a blank page, Ronan took forth an old fountain pen inset with the insignia of a curling dragon and began to write.