OKAY, so I really love Ultimo and I had a good idea for it in my opinon. My speeling and grammer is not all that good, so please dont be mad-I'm trying to fix it the best that I can. Please tell me what you think. ^_^ Nya~!

Dance One: MARRY'S PROFILE REPORT

Never had they come to except what had befallen upon that day. Fighting yes, to be expected as they are to fight for Ultimate Good or Ultimate Evil. But never had any of them seen this coming, never in all their years, or had anyone seen this becoming true.

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Sitting alone on her her bed, their she was. 14 year old Marry Angel Lee. With her thick heavy black glasses, her big worn out old baby T-shirt, and a plad-multie colored skirt. Marry was staring up out at the window over haning her bedroom bed.

It had been a month and 6 days exact that her old home had gotten on fire. Luckily no one was hurt-mostly.

Looking over at her victim she slowly rolled over and stretched off the bed to pick up the small baby pick plush toy of a smallish largish bunny. Next to it its bunny ball which she would toss back and forth to it. When ever her parents caught her playing this game she would denied it saying that it was meaningless. Which was dead wrong.

She had weepy eyes just staring at the bunny as she held him high facing her. His ear was a bit singed, and he had some ash on him still, but she refused to have him washed, saying she would do it her self. Which she did. But failed to do properly.

A buzz came from the next room over. 'Loud...' The small girl of 4''3 thought, stretching with the bunny now in home hand. Almost dropping her she spun and caught her, causing the bed to giggle.

The girl lightly smiled in relief.

Her long orange hair that lay in a messy untamed bun hanged loosely as she rolled back over. Holding the pink toy to her.

Night has fallen, yes

yes it has oh sweet one.

Now fall into the dark obsess,

and lets she ware it goes comes now...

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Humming a ton of sweet delight,

oh heavens me, what a sweet and dastardly good fright...

Music, she is the band nerd. No one ever sees her, no one ever new she was their, only in the bad did people see her. There, she was amongst friends, at least, she told her self that.

The years as a child was hard for her, growing up in a big mansion, then becoming broke, while in the process. Finding out her friends only wanted to be with herself, for her own families wealth.

It had caused strife at school. She had moved to America while they had the money, but her mother had just enough money to support them if they moved back to Japan, seeing as to how he had a big job offer their.

All the kids she had left behind had gotten hold of rumors about the young girl, curiously of her so called old friends, and so the popular kids and those whom seen them self as such shunned her, and most people looked at her with disgust. Thinking that she had tried harming and ruining the reputations of her old classmates in her old school. Some rumors were about her having elaborate schemes where she plotted evil agiens them.

But those who new her, even just a littlie new, that she was to quite and fare to kind to do such a thing.

"Thats what they should think..." she said, "..That I am only the quite girl...." 'No ones ever seen the real me.. Not sense I was young....The real me left long ago.' Bowing her head and closing her eyes to catch all but one, quickly falling tears. Fear of being shunned for who she really was.

She went back to her work at her littlie desk.

SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN

Suddenly she turned around. A strange sound coming from outside caught her ears as she slowly walked to the window, mentally hitting her self for so abrasively turning. For losing tract of her writing, yet drawn to the window she could not go back.

Walking over she stopped and looked out. Apparently others too were gathering, out side the houses, she could see many people looking, talking, pointing, motioning.

'Its probably nothing…'

But something told her it was not.

THUD

Turning on her heal her hair wiped its self clean cut out of its confinement in the hair scrunch.

Then, all was black.

At least, for her that was, their standing in the room, a man chuckled a bit.

"You who is neutral, not evil, nor good, but you who is innocent, you shall be the new creation of my, littlie experiment…" Then with that, the night faded to morning…