Just so you guys know, Hentai means pervert in Japanese. Also, I don't own the song that I call 'Never Gonna Give You Up', and I'm not sure who sings it. I'm also not going to search it. I also don't own Shingeki No Stupidity or Shingeki No Kyojen. Sorry, but I spelled some things wrong there. But anyway, I still LOVE them, and I recommend! Enjoy!!

We went back in the carriage to go to his ball. The others were all singing, but I was too caught on what Hentai's reason for the ball was.

Making me sing.

Everybody knows I sing well, but not many have actually heard me sing, and barely anyone knows I like to sing.

He's one who barely knows I like singing, and he's one that's barely heard me sing.

"Lalalala, lalala. Lalalala, la~~~ Oh~~~ Lalalalalala, lalalalala~, lalalalalala, la~~~ I sing lalala-"

"Secan-chan?"

"Eh?" my eyes became dots. I hadn't been expecting anyone. I looked. It was Hentai. "... Waah!!" I covered myself. He looked.

"Why do you always cover? It's not embarrassing- you've got nice ones, even though you haven't grown."

"You hentai!!!!"

"Are you saying my name, or are you calling me a hentai?" he cocked his head, confused.

"Hentai!!"

"Seca- oof!!" The slipper I'd thrown at him slid down his face, leaving a mark.

"Get out, Hentai!!!!"

"Name or rude name?!!" he called as he leaved.

His name was actually Hentai so he could never really know if one was calling his name or insulting him.

But he'd only heard from 'I sing' I found out. And I've never admitted that I liked singing, though I seemed relaxed to him.

And ever since then, he's been trying to get me to sing a song.

"My own heart," they sung in union, having an accent, "will not break. Just 'cause you, will only hate."

We had the radio on. Huh.

Eventually, we got to the ball. I stepped out first.

We got in, and I realized... It had one of my favorite songs on.

My cheeks flushed, burning hot. I wanted to sing along... but I won't give into Hentai.

It sang, "I will not falter~

No matter how hard~

You try and push me

Into your arrms~~~"

I really, really wanted to sing along. This song TOTALLY fitted with my feelings right now. Oh, I know!

I started mouthing the words. "I!

Will!

Not-fal-ter!

I

Am

My

Own

You cannot beat me

Don't try

To put that collar on meh~

I'll just

Weave my way out~

Don't think

Just for a second~

That you

Can take me

I'm not yours

Never will be~

You can't convince me~

I am my own~!!

I do not care

What you think~

I do not care

How you feel~

I'll always

Be

My

Own~~~

You cannot

Convince me~

I am~

Always my own

I cannot be

Controlled

No, no

I

I-I

Am my own~~~

I am my own

Can't be

Controlled

Can't be owned~

I!

Will!

Al-ways be

My own

My-y own

There's no way

You can get

Your hands

On meh

I am my own!

Always be so!

You don't own me

Don't think you do

'Cause you don't~

You don't own meh!" The guitar riff started, and I went along, lightly acting as if I had a guitar in my hands.

"I am my own," the singer whispered.

"Hey!! Secan-chan!!" Hentai said smiling.

"Un," I looked. The next song started.

"Thanks for coming!!" He was in his suit, an average black-white one with a blue bow-tie.

"So how are you enjoying so far?"

"I just got here."

"Oh come on, that song was three minutes!! I saw you singing along," he smirked.

"Oh, really?" I kept my cool. "I was just thinking about how YOU don't own me."

"Gek," he was obviously annoyed by that response. "W-Well, why don't we go to my room?"

"For WHAT?"

"It's a surprise!! Now let's go," he grabbed my arm and dragged me out.

Huh. He's finally decided to actually get me to sing, huh. And he's gonna go all-out, I guess.

He dragged me into his room where an iPod lay. He turned it on, clicked some buttons, and soon enough, music began to play.

Never Gonna Give You Up.

Or at least that's what I call it.

My foot started tapping against my will. I like this song. It's so frigging stupid, I love it.

Well, in my form it is. I watched Shingeki No Stupidity.

I sung it in my head, and I was mouthing some of it.

Crud!

How did he know I like this song?

Crud. I started moving around.

Wah, why does my body have to be so dang attracted to music?!!

And he started singing it.

I wanted to sing it!!

... Alright, that's it.

I started REALLY mouthing it.

"Never gonna give you up

Never gonna run around and

Desert you," it sang. [Sorry if these aren't in the correct order- I'm going from memory.]

Finally it finished, and a different song came on...

If I Die Young. Nightcore Boy version. [I don't own any Nightcore songs, and I don't own If I Die Young. I TOTALLY recommend the Nightcore version though. 'Love it!!]

Dang!! I frigging love this song!!

"If I die young,

Bury me in satin

Lay me down in a

Bed of roses

Sink me in the river

At dawn," it sang, and I... I started!!

"Send me away with the words of a love song

A sharp knife

Of a short life

Well,

I've had

Just enough time~" I sang. It's good that my voice blends with the boy's, as strange and coincidental as that is. He turned it off...

And I sung one more verse before stopping. Okay, it was three that I sung.

Dang!!

"Wow. I don't... understand why you HIDE that." My whole face was flushed. Only my maids and butlers had heard me sing and actually remembered it.

So I've sung to some kids in comas. What about it?

... Okay, okay, I've sung to some orphans and made my butler or maid erase the memory, as well.

"You really do sing well." I stood quiet. I would NOT say anything about this. That mostly being because... I can't come up with anything to refute.

"Whelp, time for reason two," he neared me.

"Huh?" My eyes widened. He pushed me to the wall. Well, forced me to the wall by... ugh, don't ask me. He! Uh... Urgh. He... I don't know!! He was walking-... urgh. Whatever, I don't care. I don't even know what I'm saying.

He smirked, "Want to do... some adult things?"

"..."

What? What the...

"What the frig is wrong with you?!!"

"Thought you may say that... Fine, let's have a drink then. Here," he handed me a glass.

I rolled the liquid around in the cup by making my arm revolve slightly, "What is it?"

"Juice." I eyed him.

"Where's yours?"

"Right here," he picked a different cup up. My eyes shifted from his glass to mine, back and over again. Same...

"You drink it first," I told him.

Something wasn't right. This was no juice I'd ever had.

And if my instincts were right...

This was only for adults. This was a form of alcohol.

Alright. So Secan-chan. I'm debating whether to make her drink it or not. But I know... that Hentai'll somehow be able to make his ACTUAL juice and Secan-chan's glass look the same :P Give me your thoughts!

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Don't do drugs,

FireFaithe.

By the way, drugs SUCK. I'm just a pervert who wants to see what'd happen when Hentai tries to do a certain *thing* to Secan-chan. Okay, what is wrong with her name? Each time I say it, it... sounds odd. Secan-chan. Oh. It sounds like 'suck'. No wonder it sounds odd. o-O