A long, Amethyst-colored gown pooled from my chest all the way to my toes, with actual white crystals around edges. Matching violet hoops dangle from my ears as I step into a pair of purple-red with shimmering gold sparkles 4-inch high heels. 

"Stunning." Eisuke smirked as we met eyes through the reflecting mirror. 

"Thank you." I say and did finishing touches for my hair before turning around. Finally, an excuse for me to dress up. Make up and hairstyling is an art itself, and I'm amazing at it.

The four of us head up to the IVC. Det Kishi didn't bother to come with us, I'm pretty sure he's asleep somewhere right now. 

"Rabbit." Baba said to a bartender at the back of the ballroom. I keep my eyes on them curiously. The bartender asked what he will have today, and Eisuke answered, "cinnamon whiskey."

"Welcome to the mad hatter's tea party." the bartender said before allowing us into a secret room. Inside, mirrors were walls. We all walked to the back of the room and Soryu pushed on a piece of glass.

"A hidden elevator?" I whisper excitedly while being shoved slightly into it with the other guys. There was only one button in sight, and I pushed it without second thought. Gravity started to pull up as the elevator sunk down.

"...sold to seat no.6 for $540,000!" the voice of the auctioneer echoed through the auction hall just as the double doors opened with a small pinging sound. Now that I'm at a side stage myself, I can see the hall clearly. 

 One by one, items got auctioned off as Eisuke and Baba took turns explaining the rules to me. It was technically against the rules that I was once on that stage, since I'm no willing participant. 

"Was I the first rule-break?" I ask out of curiosity, but Baba's face turned serious as he said, "No. No, you weren't. There was a woman sold off here several years ago as well."

My eyes dart to him, originally wanting to know more, but the hard expressions on all of their faces made me stop. It wasn't my place to ask.

~~

That night, after I went to one of the beds in Ota's suite. I lay there thinking for a while. Things around me now seem to complete, it's just one puzzle piece that's still missing. 

Who is my dad? 

I haven't thought about that question in a while, I had given up on its importance once I know that life goes on just fine without a father figure in my family. But now that I'm living in the penthouse suite with the rest of the guys, I thought it might've been fun if someone carried me around on their shoulders when I was four years old.

I turn to my side and curl up, then slowly close my eyes. This is preposterous, I'm missing someone I've never met in my life.

Ota's PoV

The next morning, I woke up...................with her in my arms.

Stroking her hair tenderly, I recall last evening...

"Arian?" I had said. I met up with her at the boardwalk in front of the hotel. She hasn't changed much. Actually, not at all. She was still the slender, adorable Koro. 

"O-Ota! I-I can e-explain!" Of course her first reaction to see me--after happiness--was nervousness. Did she think I was gonna yell at her for disappearing?

I pulled her in by her necklace, erm...collar! I tugged on her collar string with my index finger to pull her close, just how I did when I first gave it to her. I was both surprised and glad that she had kept it over...seventeen years. That was way too long.

She stirred slightly, and opened her eyes while blinking. I landed a peck on her forehead.

We're in my studio. Figured we'd be disturbed if I went back to the penthouse that night. 

Joy spread through her eyes before she realized that she--well, was unclothed--her face burned red as she shrank into the covers. I slid a finger under her chin and gave her a deep kiss.

"U-m...about something...I need to tell you something...." she fidgeted and bit her lip--which I find rather reminding--oh right, Miu does that when she's nervous, too.

"I'm all ears." I say, my grip tightening around her. She swallowed, then--as if mustering all the courage in her--she started, "Ota, we have a dau--"

The ringing of my phone cut through the comfortable silence we had before. I picked up my phone with a groan and see it's a text message tagged 'Miu':

"Yo, where r u? u havnt com bac 4 the entir nite!" 

She doesn't text properly, a lot of kanji are passed. Then I noticed Arian was staring at my phone wide-eyed. She doesn't think it's another woman, does she? The thought ran through my mind and I quickly try to say something when she spoke first, "how'd you know Miu?"

"You know her?" I ask but she paid no mind to my confusion and only posed a question of her own, "is she with you at the penthouse?" 

Arian's PoV

I had a gut feeling about this before...but Ota and Misaki really met already. They even have each other's contact info. 

When he nodded yes, I got up, grabbed my clothes and prepared to go out with just one thought in mind: I need to see her, first. Just to make sure she's alright.

He cast me many questioning looks on our way. "I know, I know. I'll tell you once we get there okay?" 

But after I looked through his suite, nobody was there. 

Misaki's PoV

I shrugged after Ota didn't reply to my text in ten minutes straight. I pick up my school bag and head out for school a bit earlier than usual.

"You wanna come to the cinema after school with me?" a boy flushed a light tint of pink and asked me during after second period. I shook my head and said I already had plans. That boy was many girls' target, they say he's easygoing, shy, cute and really nice. It must be such a treat for them that I turned him down right in front of them. 

I felt some daggers thrown at me but I know none of the girls would dare say a word at me. They'll never get a single date for the rest of their high school lives if they did.

Though I still agreed chirpily when some good-looking guy from the....no-idea department asked me to lunch in a--may I say--French restaurant. 

Ooookaaaay. First of all. I have no idea why he'd invite me to that restaurant when clearly, he knows no French. That restaurant was known for their French-titled dishes and hot French waiters/waitresses. 

When he was clearly in trouble, I sighed. "...et la crème brûlée pour le dessert, s'il vous plaît." I finished our orders and the waiter left with a smile and a "merci."

"Where'd you learn French?" the guy sitting in front of me asked, amazed. 

"Mm. Books and websites." I reply and start twirling my coffee with the small spoon.

~~

I head to the music department after school. At the usual time, just half an hour after the bell rang. 

This time, instead of the clear rings of notes from a piano, it's a gentle and mild sound, with hints of sadness but mostly upbeat. It was the melody of a string.

Thinking I shouldn't disturb him and barge in, I peeked through the glass to the room, but the music stopped and no one was in sight. Then, before I know it, the door opened on me again.

Beau, once again, opened the door suddenly trying to make me fall--on purpose this time. But I've learnt, I stepped in front just before I can fell into his already-out-stretched arms.

"Aww." he said with pity and winked with that playful smile of his, "I thought I could feel you again."

"You perverted weirdo alien, don't say it like that!" I whisper shouted before walking into the room, he closed the door behind me. God that sounded wrong in so many levels. I thought and spot a violin resting on its black case, the bow just beside it.

"Is this yours?" I asked and picked it up. It was the first time I've seen a blue violin.

"Yep. And it's made that way, the color." he said while walking over to me. At this point I already stuck it under my chin out of curiosity. I plucked the strings just above the bridge. 

"I think it's a bit out of tune." I say. He took the tuner and checked, it was, in fact, a bit off.  

"Huh, you can tell. I thought you were tone deaf?" he asked after adjusting the knobs.

"I'm pitch perfect in my head. But when I sing it out loud, I sound like a goat." I say and pick the violin up once again.

He chuckled, then picked up the bow and stuffed it into my right hand, "you wanna learn how to play?"

Before I could respond, he stepped behind me. His right arm over mine, guiding the bow towards the strings on the violin; his left arm trailed down mine, adjusting my grip on the neck of the instrument. It was like a semi-hug. 

"Here. This piece is about junior-high second grade level." he said, purposely right by my ear. And he reached out to put a sheet of music on the stand in front of us. The title read 'Gavotte'.  I just now realized how big his hands were when they're right on mine. His hand covers over mine completely on my bow-gripping.

"No, no. Spread wider." he said, intertwining his fingers through mine to make my fingers spread wider against the fingerboard to press strings.

As he pulls the bow down the A string, his skin constantly brush against me more and I felt myself freeze but not protesting in the slightest way. I'm nervous...but, this is quite comfortable.

But...does he do this often..? Does he always teach other girls like this..? 

Ah, there we go again. That weird twisted feeling in my stomach. It's making me more than nauseous. 

I shook him off and put the violin down. "No....Just curious what it felt like." I say quietly before turning back to him--who was all-smiles--fake ones. I had seen it before, when four  girls were tailing him, he had shown that kind of I'm-kinda-irritated-but-I-must-not-show-it smile. Did I irritate him? Was it a better choice to just leave that be? 

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1740 words.....

U no that time, when you tap open wattpad--

K, i'm just gonna go on for 20 min, three chapts, no more. 

Then the next time u look up, it's been 3 hours. Then u have to do this damn thing called schoolwork. And u leave no time for actual wp writing.

Sorry for the delay~~ And that--above--is my reason^_^ got caught up with a wattpad book...spent days reading it...

Thnx for reading!

-Lillie (also waiting for updates) 

Edited: May 21, 2016