* The Black Prince in my Closet *

* One *

"Good thing, you can adjust rapidly with our relocating thing, Risa." My mom praised.

"It's because Ran came with us. Good thing, his parents trust us enough to let him stay with us." I replied as I gulped some milk.

"Yup. Especially that he has a thing on you." Mom agreed.

I choked on my own milk ad coughed. "Wha--?! Mom, you know that we are just 'friends'; how many times should I say that?" I grumbled.

"Everything starts with friendship, dear." She teased.

"Whatever. I'm going to bed. G'night." I responded and went to the stairs.

"How about me? No 'goodnights' or 'flying kisses'?" Ran whined from the living room.

I took a pillow and threw it on his face. Bull's eyes. "Kiss that, stupid." I retorted and he only laughed as a reply.

I went inside my new room in our new home in the new village. Yup, we just relocated here three days ago. Reason? My parents divorced. I'm their only child and mom took me.

You already know my name. I said it earlier. I'm sixteen years old. (Places mentioned are just created. Not the real deal) We relocated here in Jewel's Village. That guy I beta up earlier is my childhood best friend, Ran Jerome Whiteson. His parents are working abroad and let us take care of him. He's seventeen years old.

Me? I'm average. Average in everything. Many say that I'm beautiful and I know that since birth. Intelligent? I'm in Class C. So quite in the middle.

And, I tell you, you can court Ran; there's nothing between us. That's why I always beta him up when I am pissed. He doesn't get hurt or bruised. I don't know why he doesn't get injured. Maybe he has some kind of magic spell to heal himself faster. Or he's made up of rock. But, boy, that childhood friend of mine is handsome. I know that, I'm not blind to start with

.

"Oh, whatever.'m going to sleep." I grunted and threw myself on the bed as I switched my lamp off. "Goodnight, world."

Maybe after almost four hours of sleep my eyes opened when I heard something or someone moving inside my closet.

I still haven't touched that closet. I was planning to put my clothes in there tomorrow.

There's something inside and it's creeping me out.

I opened my lamp quietly and climbed down off my bed to go to my new untouched closet.

Someone is moving inside and I heard breathing. I gulped as I took my baseball bat and opened the closet.

Something gasped but it's too dark to see anything. I gasped when someone tackled me into the floor. "Gyaaaah!!!" I screamed.

There was knocks in my door. "Risa?" Mom called.

The stranger's glare made me stutter upon saying, "It was just a cockroach, Mom."

"Sheesh." she complained and I herad her go back to her room.

The stranger released me and collapsed in fatigue on the floor. "...Phew."

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY CLOSET?!!!" I nearly-shouted.

"Will you keep it low, you're so noisy." he complained, stood up and opened the lights. I blinked in awe as I can finally see him clearly. He's as handsome, no, more handsome than Ran. He has grayish-blue eyes. He has black hair. And he's wearing black from head to toe. He looks like a Black Prince with cold eyes and scary look.

He might be good-looking but creepy.

"Who are you?" he asked and raised an eyebrow.

"You have some ass to ask me that while you suddenly appeared in my closet." I snapped.

"Your closet?" he repeated and glanced from where he came from. "The door from our world leads in your closet? That is so ridiculous."

"Your world?" I echoed.

"Are you a parrot?" he grunted and fixed his hair. "We call our world: 'Where Hate and Love Collide' Kingdom. It's much more like Hell, actually." he muttered with icy tone.

"Am I dreaming?"

He pinched my cheek. "No."

"T-then, what are you?"

"I'm partly human but also partly demon and angel. The three altogether." he answered with emotionless tone and sat on my closet. "What is your name?"

"You first."

"No, you first." he insisted and snapped his fingers and then a couch made of roses pulled me into a seat.

I blushed as he continues to stare at me with his eyes. "C-Clarissa Sarafine Brown. Now, tell me who you are."

He smirked. "Sharp tongue you have. It's Christian Damien Foribor." he replied.

"Christian, I demand that you must appear here after I count to five or else!" a girl's voice shouted from the other side of the closet wherein there is a door.

"A door?" I puzzledly questioned.

My mind answered me with a, "DUH? Does it look like a window or a pool?"

He looked at me with surprised eyes. "You can see the door?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, duh."

He frowned before standing up and opening it. There's so much darkness that I couldn't see what is behind that door. The roses from the couch disappeared and I fell on the floor. Butt first. "Ow! What the heck?!" I demanded.

He smirked with expressionless eyes before stepping one of feet in the other side. "Such a bad-mouthed girl." he commented.

"Christian!!! 1! 2! 3!"

"Shut up!" I snarled.

"Hmp." he replied and gave me a tiny smile. "So, bye, Clarissa."

"4!" the girl from the other side yelled. "Five!"

"Wai--" I started but he vanished before me. I tried to open the door but it's locked and I don't know how to unlock it. I still want to ask him why he came here.

Hell, I just said that I will laugh our loud when a guy will come from my closet. But now, I'm speechless.

The most important question is: Will I ever see him again?

Hell no, I would never want to see a freak like him again.

A/N: Who are you lying at, Clarissa? XD 

Gyaah! Writer's block for my other stories. 

Teehee.