"Would you like another, master?" a woman holding a bowl of berries asked as she began stroking Jin's long blonde hair. She was standing to the right of him as he sat on his golden throne, with a smile on his face. There was another woman, to his left, fanning him with a huge paper fan, using it's handle to move the fan up and down. "If you would be so kind," he answered, as he began laughing out loud. "Beep!" said the woman feeding him berries. "Beep?" asked Jin, confused by the sudden outburst. The woman dropped the bowl of berries, and proceeded, kicking Jin relentlessly. "What are you doing!?" screamed Jin, while trying to protect himself from the blows. "Beep beep beep beep!!!" yelled the woman, continuing her onslaught. "Why is this happening to-"

Jin woke up, with a familiar female face, stomping him, nonstop, and to the sound of his alarm clock sounding. The girl had long, black hair, that was tie in a, twin tail hair style, with slight tan skin. Her golden-yellow eyes seemed bright with fury as she continued stomping her childhood friend. "Get up already, you idiot!" yelled Makoto, frustrated. "You were suppose to be up an hour ago! Don't you remember Yamoto-sensei's request!?" she yelled, when noticing that he was awake, she stopped her abuse, then folded her arms, waiting for him to get out of bed. "Ok , I get it already" replied Jin sighing, sad that his dream had come to an end. He didn't like waking up early, but Makoto pushed him into doing Yamoto-sensei's favor. Even though Yamoto-sensei was a woman, he hated how lazy she was. She would always force her assignments on her students, no doubt the reasons for it was so that she could drink her nights away. "How is that woman not fired by now," Jin asked himself, rolling out of bed. He noticed another familiar female face peeking into his room.

"I tried to stop her, I promise," said the girl, in a low shy voice. Nana, was another one of his childhood friends. She was always the shy type, which made her a target for bullying as a kid. Makoto saved Nana from her bullies, when she moved to this city 8 years ago. Makoto was a huge tomboy when Jin and Nana first met her. At first, they thought she was a boy, because of her slight boyish features and attitude. Now she looks more girly than Nana, if you take away the brute strength. Nana had long silver hair, that went pass her shoulders, to the mid section of her back. She had sapphire blue eyes, pale skin, and always had a shy, innocent look on her face. Both Nana and Makoto had on a white and gold sailor school uniform. Makoto's skirt was folded a little, making it look shorter, while Nana's were, slightly pass her knees, with was the normal length. Jin smiled at Nana, reassuring her, that everything was fine. He could never get mad at her, or Makoto. They were always great friends to him.

Makoto noticed their silent communication, and puffed her cheeks. "It's not like I'm mad or anything. Just get up already," he said sighing. Jin stood to his feet, feeling more awake than he was just a while ago. He bowed to her sarcastically. "As you wish Hime-sama," he said jokingly. Makoto may not seem like it, but her family is very rich. Her father owned, a weapons trading company in another country, but because of the war, it became to dangerous, so they moved to Vera.

Twenty minutes later, Jin was prepared and ready to go. "If we're late for this, it's your fault, you know," said Makoto, still a little upset with him. "Ma..Makoto-chan," Nana timidly called out in a low voice, trying her hardest to calm the situation. Makoto glanced at her sighing. Jin began scratching his head, not knowing was to say. "We..Well haha..let's get going," said Jin trying to ease Makoto's temper, if not a little. "I just hope, they're more prepared than you were," she responded, walking off.

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Greg woke from his slumber to an almost blinding light. “Wow, why are my curtains open?” he wondered, closing his eyes and opening them slightly so his eyes can adjust to the sun’s piercing light. It was strange that, the sun hurt his eyes that much. It was like he’d been indoors for days. He rubbed his eyes as he began to see a little more clearer, but when his eyes cleared, he saw something very wrong. “I’m I still dreaming or something?” he asked himself, messaging his forehead. Panic began to rise, as he realized everything felt real, but looked very odd. He could feel his hand touching his face, he pinched himself just to make sure he could feel pain. There were too many problem going on at once.

To start off, his hands were pale white and strangely colored, in a way he could only describe as anime. Anyone who knew Greg, knew that he was African American. His skin color was now complete different from the norm. The next thing was that the room that he was in wasn’t his. It was very different. The room that he was in, had colors that seemed off. Greg was very familiar with the colors, because he's seen them many times. The colors looked like something from an anime, and at the same time, felt real. He tried his best not to freak out, but it was a challenge given the circumstances. He slowly looked around, while still in bed. At the moment, the bed was the only safe haven, and he didn’t want to risk leaving it.

He noticed a mirror hanging on the door of the room he was in. He didn’t want to, but he had to know. He slowly creep out of bed. He felt as though, if he made too much noise, something was going to jump out and hurt or kill him. At this point anything could happen. When he made it to the mirror he couldn’t believe what he saw. He knew he felt something around his shoulders, because he had semi long silver white hair and his eyes were a crimson red color. “Holy Shi-” “HOLY SHIT!!!” screamed someone, interrupting him. The scream sounded like, a girl. The scream came from outside of his room.