Always in first class, never would she think of those dark hungry eyes feasting upon her. They were hiding in dark alleys, waiting for victims to pass by. Nevertheless, not everything is what it seems. She had her standards high, not giving many even a second glance. That white bow resting on top of her sleek blonde hair. Her bright azure blue eyes were always searching for the answers from others around her, never suspecting those with dark auras. Her best friend, or per say, only true friend wouldn't be looking for her either. Those girls with pink hair, each one with a different shade, would probably glad once she was gone. She never thought of those possibilities. Never swept across her mind, thus she thought she was only one thing; Perfect.

Her best friend had long twin teal tails, piercing cerulean eyes, and practically had the power to take over the mind of boys. Sure her friend may be the most 'prettiest' girl at school but really, was her soul that beautiful? She'd never judge her friend that way; they almost controlled the school despite the pink haired girls always causing drama. Her love for books, inventions and math were under the cover though. She dare not speak of her 'other' friend, Gumi, or her reputation was ruined. Often she'd meet with her, inventing many so called, useful, things and studying. Only in her school life Gumi was her tutor in math only. She'd never talk to her in public, afraid to be seen. She was a shallow girl with a busy life, she was too bitter to think of anything important such as their life or hers.

Those cerulean eyes shot through the boy's vision, never giving them a second glance. Rin strolled beside her, twirling the girl's twin tails as they went along the hallway. A smug smirk plastered on her face, she knew Rin didn't like that. Slightly behind, the shorter one never would look at her friend's admirers. They weren't good enough for them, right? She flipped her sleek blonde hair that flipped once it met with her shoulders. How did she ever get this way? The sun shone through the small open squares in the bricked walls, a tiny breeze brushed their skirts to the right. Even though it was necessary to have the skirt at least near the knees, Cerulean eyes' skirt ended in the middle of her thigh.

"How can you even glance at them like that?" The shorter one of the two questioned curiously, her friend gave out a soft giggle and shook her head. She tugged gently on her friend's twin tails thus making her gasp. She never considered of having a boyfriend though some of them were cute, even though they never acted right to her.

"You see, once you have a boyfriend, the world changes. I'll finally find one I think you'd like Rin!" Reaching for the silver door handle, Rin slid in front of her soft delicate hand. Her friend was taken back by such action.

"H-How can you say that! These boys, all of them, aren't they pigs?" Rin spun around and opened the door herself and glanced back at her best friend. "We're best friends right, Miku? I thought you said that you respect my wishes not to be 'dating' unless I find the boy quite charming. Besides, don't they all crave the body but not the soul, such foolish rubbish?" Rin added air quotations to the word dating. Miku smiled, not in a stubborn way or a sly way, just casually. Rin stared at the older female, trying to study her facial expressions.

"Ah but, that's what you think. You haven't experienced it yet, have you?" Miku stared down at her with a cheery smile. It was true, Rin didn't understand at all, only at age fifteen, who would actually think that she'd go too far with the enemies? They were enemies to her at least, but followers to Miku, just boys to everybody else; but they all had different opinions.

"I wouldn't want too! C'mon Miku, you know my fear." Rin poked Miku's sides causing her to squeal, "C'mon, let's go to class!" Pulling a pencil out from her pocket in the school uniform vest, they raced to Science class, Room 425. The class was the busiest as ever, only because the teacher was out of the room. They slowly took their seats in the back, as always.

"C'mon man, we always share with you!" A man, perhaps just finished college, grumbled. The younger one, banana blonde hair and solid Brandeis blue eyes. He stared up at the senior; he had silver-grey hair with blood-red eyes. Lying on the couch, he shook his head slowly, "Y'know we always pick up the slack 'round here."

"As if, I can't do much anyway, it doesn't matter that I was almost abandoned but still… While you both pick them up, I'm not as great at those skills like you!" The younger on watched his almost-like brother take a drag of a burning cigarette, "No wonder why we live like this! Your god damn smoking is the problem!" He shot out his tongue; never in his life would Dell hear the smallest one yell back at him.

"Whatever you say Len, I'm not quitting any day soon… Both you and Deruko have been on me everyday!" He twisted the cigarette into a metal can, smothering the burning end. "I really wouldn't care if you say I'll die. Hell, nobody would miss me! I have no place in the world, Len. This is what we are! We're outcasts, no where to fit in!" He sighed after finishing that unnecessary rant. Len sat up and stared at him. Dell felt uneasy with that dazed look on his face.

"I know we are, just because of what we do cause it. I've quit school, I'm only fifteen and where we live, we obviously aren't supposed to be here in the world. We're not supposed to be alive!" Len slammed his fist into the tan couch in frustrations. On the other hand, Dell shrugged it off; he was a high school drop-out anyway.

"Who cares for education, Len? It's a waste of time." Another puff, another brain cell had died with an increase of lung cancer. Len hated it, the house- or room- always had the lingering essence of smoke, and it wouldn't leave, just like Dell. Curiously, Len once tried to convince Dell to quit, which he'd never do again since the last beat down.

"It's not a waste of time. Dammit, you're such an idiot. I guess this is what smoking does to people, ne?" He poked Dell's sides, playfully. Unfortunately, he was more serious as of right now, so in return, Len received a slap to the face. Ouch.

"No time for play, the dark is bound to fall soon." Dell sighed, resting his hand into his hand which was propped up by his elbow. "I'm going to go out and find some to bring home. Y'know, I wonder if Kaito caught any." His blood-red eyes glowed. Of course he was going to be excited, every night they always were but Len never was. He didn't have any skills at all.

"Fine then, go out. I'll stay home." Len didn't believe in himself anyway. They came back every night, mostly with someone knew. They were all tested anyway; it was safe, for now. Protection was always used, in the top right corner of the bedside table. After all, being a Run Away wasn't that bad, although this is only where he'd belong now; these guys now were his friends. Needless to say, he didn't have to worry about parents anymore.

"Well then, fine. Miss out on the fun. Remember, this time I'm not bringing one back for you." Dell had spat on the floor, it was oozing and bubbly. Always, either the three; Kaito, Gakupo or Dell, would bring back a girl for him, all to himself. Normally the runs were like this; the older three would go out and finally bring back two girls or three, then they would mess around for a bit until letting them go.

"I'm fine with that, Dell." Not even been gone for two months, Len was still a bit new to the street life. He was truly scared of growing up, on his own, but he loved to hide it. He believed in being tough, like the other guys, despite the age differences. "Go, I'll just stay here and hope Kaito comes back." He sighed, normally he would stay back. Only a few nights, he would actually go out, only to be surrounded by girls that admired his style. Gakupo, a former samurai, often teased him about being a shouta since Len looked younger then he actually was. Amazingly, some girls fell for that.

"Alright Shouta, I might not come home tonight." Although Dell was quite mysterious, he couldn't hide that he probably had a girlfriend. Many times, he would go out at night, alone, and not come back until the next day. Often, he'd stutter when the rest of them, including his younger sister, asked where he's been going too. Len became flustered at the fact of being called a shouta. Immediately he stood up and faced Dell, although the elder was only a few inches taller.

"I-I'm not a shouta!" As childish as he was, Len spun around in the opposite direction and crossed his arms, pouting slightly. This had caught Dell's attention as he wrapped his arms around Lenn's waist and softly cooing into the younger one's ear, which made Len shiver. Sometimes, he swore that Dell was gay at times, maybe even bi.

"Awww Lenny-kins, don't be ashamed." Still holding him, he buried his face into the boy's neck. "Now now," He whispered as if he were to speak to a frightened child. "See ya tomorrow!" He chuckled, flashing a piece sign and exited through the door. Len groaned in annoyance, he never though Dell could be playful at times. Sighing, he fell into a deep slumber while being curled into a tiny ball on the old couch.

Hours later, the boy was flopped all about the couch and partly hanging off in his sleep. A blue-haired man, about 19 years, slammed the front door open and was speaking loudly. This stirred the young one, not expecting him to be home so soon. He groaned with annoyance like a little brother to the bigger one. It was a strange relationship in the first place.

Their house, only had four rooms; living room/kitchen, the main bedroom with one bed and the smaller bedroom with only two beds, and a bathroom. Normally, the one that could bring a girl home would stay in the main bedroom for the night while the other two would stay in the smaller room. They would rather keep the intercourse to themselves without their best friends watching. That would be awkward.

"Kaito, what the hell are you doing?" Len rubbed his temples with circles with his index fingers. It was relaxing. Not noticing the girl, she had hid behind the tall man, unaware of the younger one. Kaito realized that Len had mention his name, bad move. They never released their names in case some girl calls rape, then somehow they'd all end up in jail.

"You didn't tell me you had a younger brother." He had heard her whisper. She had long silvery hair, glistening to the lamp. He whimpered a bit, so she came closer as Kaito just sighed. A blush crept along his cheeks; he would have gotten ready if Kaito had warned him. Her lush lavender eyes sparkled, bouncy breasts getting nearer. "He's adorable Kaito, can I finish him up?" She asked gently, he nodded which indicated that he didn't mind him practically stealing his win, by accident.

On the inside, truthfully Len was afraid; hopefully she wouldn't go full on with him. He was saving his first penetration with somebody important, like his own win. Normally, the girls would just blow him off for being so young. There would be times though, where he'd have the same dream on different nights about a girl he saw before; a white bow and silky blonde hair, about his age. He didn't know her name, if she even had one. This girl began to play with his small ponytail.

"Wah!" Thud. The very clumsy Rin tripped over her science books as she went to leave their lunch table. Everyday, special employees of the school would dress the table. The table was dressed with a long velvety white cloth, with solid red dinner mats to prevent the table from warping. This academy was for either the rich, or the smart ones on scholarship. Every girl here was considered beautiful by outsiders, since they were rich. The academically smart students, were normally the not so great looking people, and were often harassing the rich for money. Many outsiders thought that the some of the girls attending here, were prostitutes for having so much money.