A/N: Please bear with me, guys. This is more of a prologue that anything. The next chapter will be awesome, I promise, but for now, please don't be mean...comment! Tell me what I can do to be a better writer! Next time there will be a bunch more words, so please, enjoy!

Please, please, don't cry like that.

I'm going to go mad. I don't want to see you...

I need to see you again. I'm sick from it.

Because as soon as we have to say goodbye...I want to die.

-Yun Kouga

When I was thirteen I was raped in a boy's bathroom.

Well, I wouldn't call it exactly raped, since it didn't get quite that far, but those boys had every intention of doing the deed. The only reason I escaped with my virtue is because I elbowed one of them between the legs.

That feeling of being trapped carried over into other things, apparently. Like starting at a new school, for example. College is a completely different ball game from high school. I know mama said it would be, but I had no idea...Bigger campus, for one thing. Also, more boys, a LOT more are here than were in my high school...

"Air!"

I looked up to see Michael trotting across the lawn of the English hall. Michael was super skinny, with short black hair that he insisted gelling to give the illusion of spikes, and green eyes that were the color of creek water. I've never understood why males (and some females) like to spike their hair – it's not like anyone is born with natural spiky hair, so why make the illusion? But I held my piece; I would never mention my opinion on that...I might hunted down by a mob.

Michael was wearing his usual attire – a pair of torn blue jeans, tennis shoes, and a black t-shirt that symbolized some 80s band that I had never heard of. I've got to admit, though...he could pull it all off, spiked hair included.

"Me and Nikki were going to McDonalds, wanna come?"

I thought about it,glancing around very carefully. Nope. No guys in sight. "Sure."

Michelangelo's School of Art is the top art college in the country. By college standards, it was small, but they accepted precious few students each year, so it worked. Michael was majoring to be a sketch artist for video games. RPGs, I think. I was going to be a portraitist. I loved drawing people, and painting was fun, so they went together.

I followed Michael closely, keeping my eyes out for any sudden movement. As I said before, this is a small school by college standards, and it has an extremely high ratio of boys to girls, as in 50 males to every one female. It wasn't pretty. Basically if you were female and weren't in a relationship or a total whore, you were screwed, literally.

Michael escorted me on his arm, like a true gentleman. He isn't interested in me in that way – we just hit it off on my first day here a year ago. We've been connected at the hip ever since. Honestly, at first I thought he swung the wrong way because he wasn't sex-crazed like the other guys, but now I see that he's just a gentleman naturally.

"Air...you all right?"

We were standing in front of the college, just down the road from our destination. I bit my lip, looking away. Before, I didn't really have to worry about the other boys, because I was taken, but...about a month ago my boyfriend and I had broken up. It was still very raw.

"...Yeah. Let's go."

Suddenly, I heard the bell ring. I turned back towards the buildings, horror plastered onto my face. They were coming, the stampede of males were coming...

They were coming to claim me.

"I'll hold them off, go!" Michael yelled over his shoulder, taking off into the growing mob.

I did the only thing I could do – I turned and ran.

A/N: Please be kind! Hiei makes his appearance in the next chapter, and what a first impression that is...^^ Please review where I can see that there people out there who are interested in this. Have a blessed day!

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