Title: Holding - prologue
Author: Henra
Email: HenraM@tuxedomask.com
Rated: PG

	*screams* I know! I know! I can’t help it, either, you know!
	Whew. Another starting of series…heehee…haha….
	Oh yeah…I’m trying to do something…unusual in this serial stories
--trying to make it different than my other series stories. And…I hope 
I can…

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	All right. Let's get on with the story now.



	He didn’t know what came over him. 
	The girl was definitely not someone to get attracted to.
	But he was. 
	He could feel it.
	Damn.

Prologue - Alert 

	Talking. 
	That was what he and his two other friends were doing before the 
teacher came in…and she came in.
	Then, all talking stopped. The classroom became dead silent.
	Everyone was looking to the front of the room. 
	A girl was standing beside the teacher. Average height, blond hair…
and wearing a very cool expression on her face.
	“We have a new student.” 
	Murmurs were heard. He saw the girl narrow her blue eyes to the 
direction where the small noise came from. Immediately, it was silence 
again.
	He looked at her, studied her, wondered who she was.
	Cold.
	That was the first word that came to mind. 
	“This is Tsukino Usagi.” 
	It was only then did the cold expression on her face melted a bit. 
It looked like there was a smile…but it was gone too soon to really tell. 
	“Usagi, there’s an empty seat over there behind Sairu.”
	Her eyes swept over to the desk. She walked toward it, face blank, 
an eyebrow raised.
	He didn’t look at her. He could feel her presence from the other 
row behind him. 
	It was weird. The class had never even been close to being this 
quiet before. 
	He glanced at her.
	Beautiful.
	That was the second word.

* * *

	“So what do you guys think of her?” 
	“Definitely not your usual type of blond.” 
	He walked along with his friends, listening…but silent.
	“What do you mean by that?”
	“I don’t know. Just--you can tell by just looking at her. She seems 
so…weird.” 
	“I noticed THAT part.”
	“What about you, Mamoru? What do you think of her?” 
	He looked at his friend. His lips curled into a smirk. “I’d like to 
get to know her.” 
	Motoki let out a small grin. “Just like everyone else in this whole 
school.”
	Mamoru shrugged. He was a challenger. “So? But it’s not like everyone 
else’s going to get her attention.” 
	His friend arched an eyebrow. “And you’re saying that you are?”
	He half-smiled, and said easily, “Let’s just see, shall we? Let’s 
just see…and then you’ll know.” 
	“I’ve heard rumors, you know. That she was kicked out from her old 
school.” 
	He frowned at Sairu. “Where did you hear that?” 
	“You know, people.” 
	Motoki shook his head.  “Some things people say aren’t true, you 
know.” 
	Sairu grinned. “Some are.” 
	Mamoru looked at the sky.
	So blue today. 
	Sort of like her eyes. Her beautiful eyes.
	“Yo! Mamoru! What you dreaming about today?” 	
	He looked at his friend. He stared at him, half-smiling again. 
“Everything, Motoki. Absolutely everything…I’m dreaming about…all.” 
	Motoki and Sairu exchanged a look of knowing. <There he goes again.> 
	Mamoru noticed the exchange, but ignored it. 
	There was no time for explanation to his weird friends today. 
	Today he saw a girl. A beautiful…but cold girl. 
	And he was determined. 
	He smiled. And continued to walk silently, hardly even noticing his 
two friends behind him. Oh yeah, he was determined. He would win her. 
	Definitely. 
	And how was he going to do it? 
	Easy. 
	He would do it by acknowledging her…yet ignoring her at the same 
time. 
	He smiled again. He never smiled on Mondays. Yet he fully smiled 
twice already. And all because of her. 
	Hmmm. Wasn’t she something.

*** 

??? 
Well, that’s the end for the prologue. Stay tuned for part 1…okay? 
And according to my calculations…^^…it will probably take some time until 
part one is out. ‘Cause, you know…all my other stories need time to work 
on, too. 
God! I shouldn’t have started this! 
…
But I couldn’t help it. 
Heh. 

=Henra.

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