If you asked me for her appearance, I could name it in the blink of an eye.

She had black, silky hair that would curtain her face. Her fringe reached the tip of her eyes, but they would splash around to give her a beautiful look. Her skin was as pale as paper, yet accompanied nicely when she blushed in embarrassment. She liked soaking in the sun whenever she could, but it didn't help at all. It may seem odd, but she had vivid blue eyes that lit up in excitement quite often. Blonde hair with blue eyes? It sounded extremely simply and boring, but it still captivated me.

Half of the time I saw her, she would be skipping happily by herself. I consider skipping childish, but she would do it with an air of elegance around her that I could not comprehend. She was the shortest kid in class, and was extremely annoyed by that fact. Kids seemed to avoid her as if she had a deathly disease that could spread like wildfire. The only person that seemed to hang around with her was a little girl. Afterschool, he would notice a child waiting outside of the school every day for his classmate. Whenever she saw the girl, she would crack a huge smile and forget all of her worries. Unintentionally, it also made me forget all of my worries.

Her outfit consisted of our school uniform, but she would usually clash colours with some bright, rainbow stockings, or a neon jacket. She seemed really attached to a necklace that she would have on everyday. The oddest thing though, was that she occasionally brought a top hat with her to school. When children started laughing, she simply shrugged it off. Her clothing would usually intimidate people, so they shied away. Always standing out with her clashing colours, yet she was the complete opposite of how she dressed.

If you asked for her personality, again, I would know the answers.

She was quite odd if I do say so myself. Always having different, more optimistic views compared to everyone else. Compared to other students that disliked homework, she saw it as a chance to expand her knowledge. If someone was distraught about their scores on test, she would try cheering them up, saying that they would do better next time. I had never seen her depressed or attacking someone with insults.

When a student was bullied, she would defend them until the teacher arrived. She refused to give them amusement by breaking down and crying. Occasionally, she would get bullied herself for doing so, but no one would really help her. Once or twice I alerted an adult, but it was fascinating just to stare at her smile that never died. If people actually did ask if she was okay, she would just reassure them that she was fine.

Despite her nature to defend the innocent, she was fragile herself, but didn't allow for it to show. She would always hide it behind her happiness, and her sweet laughter, that drew me deeper to her. I saw her grimacing occasionally, when she thought no one was looking. Over the years, she had changed quite a bit. During the last month I saw her, boys seemed to flock around her. She stopped getting bullied, and was a little more open. Though when I asked her, she would openly admit that the only one she considered a friend didn't go to this school. I assume that it was the little girl.

But…if you asked me about her thoughts, I would know nothing.

You see, I, Kyouya Ootori, have met a unique girl while in elementary school. She would always avoid talking to people, and isolated herself during our breaks, though still appeared friendly. Even though we had to wear our uniforms, she would always wear something along with it that looked odd. Everything else seemed like an easy puzzle to solve, but she was simply herself.

With my vague memory, I remember our short conversations that confused me so. She would chatter on about random things, such as life or birds. Her outfit bothered many people in class, yet her sweet personality made up for it all. No matter how repeatedly the memories would play in my head, I just couldn't understand them. Back then, I didn't really care for her, so I don't get why I'm obsessed now. Sure, I would greet her, and make sure that she was okay, but that is what acquaintances do. Whether or not it's something different, I blame it on my fascination for games. She is simply an intriguing puzzle I would like to solve before tossing it away. She entices me. My cold demeanor may irk you, but I guess that's why I'm the Shadow King. And no one will find out about my obsession to her because she's been gone since I entered seventh grade. It was like she disappeared off the face of the earth. There were a few moments that I couldn't get out of my head though.

She was around the age of eight when she entered third grade. She would avoid everyone's gaze by staring at the ground in front of her while walking to class. Whispers about her were already sprouting as she was staring at a map of the school. A boy made his way towards her while he was grinning happily. "Hi there! You must be new to school, may I ask for your name?" He spoke fluently in Japanese. "Sorry, I don't understand you that well. I just moved here from America." She murmured, looking back towards the ground. "Huh? What are you saying, Girly-chan?" The boy responded back in Japanese, having no clue what her name was.

She simply said sorry in Japanese before continuing on her way to class. Once she was out of sight, the students started gossiping about her. "Wow, that was rude of her! She didn't even give her name to Tatsuo-kun!" A girl said in an annoying, high-pitched voice. "I know, and did you see what she was wearing? It looks hideous! She probably got it from a commoner store. What do you think about her, Kyouya-kun?" Another girl replied, sneering towards the direction she walked away. I simply sighed before carefully choosing how to answer. "Ah, I don't really have an opinion on her. She probably moved here from another country, so we shouldn't be too quick to judge." The girls simply blushed and agreed with me. "We're sorry, Kyouya-kun. You're probably right about her." They didn't say it with honesty, but I didn't care. I was still staring at the direction she walked away in.

It had been half a year since the girl moved to Japan. Her Japanese improved greatly, but everyone seemed to dislike her. I saw her standing by the gate afterschool with a bandage on her cheek. She had gotten into another fight, and was talking to a little girl from another school. The girl looked like she was about to cry out of worry, but my classmate reassured her that it didn't hurt at all. I couldn't tear my eyes off of her, and tried listening to their conversation. They didn't notice me, so I took tiny steps closer so I could hear clearly.

"Anou, are you sure you're alright?" the little girl whispered, putting her hand on the taller girl's cheek.

"Hai, imouto-chan. Don't worry about it." She smiled brightly, patting the child lightly on her head. I smiled lightly while watching them.

"You got hurt because you were helping someone though! That isn't fair at all," the child replied, frowning in return. I heard my classmate sigh, before patting her on the head again.

"Haru-chan, stop worrying! Come on, I need to walk you back home if you don't want to take the limo." She responded, before they started walking towards me. I just stood there coolly, and decided to pretend to read a book. They passed by me with a tiny glance, and I closed the book softly. I glanced back towards them before walking towards the limo that was waiting for me.

She had grown a lot, and was extremely beautiful. She was standing in front of the classroom, with everyone's attention focused on her. I noticed her taking a deep breath before saying, "I would just like to tell you all that I'm leaving back to America. It was nice meeting you all, I hope to see you people again some time." A frown immediately came onto my face. I disliked the idea of her leaving.

Once collecting all of her school supplies, she walked out of the school as I gazed at her from the window. Some girls in class looked extremely giddy that she left, and were whispering fervently to each other. The boys looked disheartened for a few moments, but didn't seem to care much afterwards. I rolled my eyes discreetly at everyone's reaction before staring at my former classmate once again. It looked like she was sobbing while hugging her beloved Haru-chan. She stepped into a limo and disappeared for good. The little girl stopped visiting our school, and more kids were bullied.

My heart felt heavy, but I ignored the strange feeling. I decided to continue focusing on my studies, but my sister talked to my one day afterschool. She was sitting in my room waiting for me to return before asking me a simply question.

"Kyouya-kun, why do you look sad? You looked happier a few months ago."

I felt that my heart had been plunged into cold water before I adjusted my glasses and responded, "I don't know what you're talking about, Fuyumi-san. I feel perfectly fine." I gave her a reassuring smile, but she looked disapprovingly at me before leaving my room. I simply sighed, and admitted to myself that the darn girl enticed me too much.

A/N: Story is in the process of being rewritten. I hope you enjoy it.