All he could do was slowly let the blue eyes reveal themselves as he awoke from a strange slumber. He looked around, the sheet were dry, he had his clothes on.He was next to a complete stranger, who appeared to be in complete bliss. His clothes were on too. Strange, he could've sworn... "A violet butterfly flutters gently in the room, landing upon your right shoulder as we shared a kiss-". His phone was- Hey, that wasn't his ringtone. But it was coming from his phone. The violet appeared to have disappeared, leaving his vison in a normal state. "H-hello? Blake speaking." He breathed into the device, his voice barely having any sound. What was going on here!? "Blake, we have a problem. A girl has turned up, she wants to see you. She says she has something that can jeopardize your entire company. Get to Angel Mort as soon as possible." With wide blue eyes, he turned to look at his intimate partner. "Understood, I'll be there as soon as possible." Shaking his head, he simply got up and ran out the room door, letting his blue eyes glance at the angelic sleeping figure.

He was in perfect condition more or less, even after such an indecent act, he still was able to look his best. Somehow, he looked like he just had a normal night. Impossible, he knew what happened, then why? He was currently on the side walk to Angel Mort, a resturant known for it's dleicious cakes and it's... unique uniform. "Man, what the hell... A-ah... Aaaaaaaaaarggggh!" His head was cursed with a sudden pain so unimaginable. It crushed his psyche and ripped out his own state of mind, forcing him to kneel down to the cold hard pavement. "Wh-what... the... A-aaaaaaah!" It came down like a brick, a ten thousand kilogram one at that. "Hah.... Hah... Hah..." His tears fell out, dripping onto his fair skin as they ran down his cheeks like blood, blood from own mind. "I-it hurts... Aaaaaaaaaaargh!" Again, it attacked him even more. "Sir! Are you alright!?" A girl voiced her concern, he didn't care, the pain was the real focus. He could feel a string of saliva start to drip out of his mouth. "I-I'm... fine! J-just a... small... migraine.. Hah..." He breathed out and looked up, a girl with an angelic beauty could only describe her. Her big, innocent cobalt eyes filled with worry, her round face as well as her light ash hair, tied into two corkscrew ponytails. Suddenly, the pain stopped. "Hah... I'm sorry... to... Hah... worried you Miss..." He just ran off, leaving the flat chested lady looking at him with a confused look.