It was a Sunday evening, and all was well. Sort of. It seemed that way anyway. The next day was school, and yet some idiot thought they had to throw a party, inviting a lot of people to this party. And apparently there was going to be a lot of drinking involved. As much as he didn't like drinking, a couple of his very few friends had invited him to come, and he might as well. Who is this 'he'? Konjiki no Yami.<br/><br/>Konji decided to walk to the party, instead of driving this time, it wasn't that far, and besides he liked the night time. The way the moon shone on the world, making things look tranquil and as if not of this world. And it was cooler, without the sun beating down on them all the time. He couldn't wait until fall, when all it did was rain, and was cloudy. It was perfect, not too cold, not too hot, and shaded all the time.<br/><br/>As he continued walking, the sound of music reaches his ears from over a block away. He was surprised the police hadn't been called yet. That was some really loud and obnoxious music that was playing. Some american crap. But then after a moment he recognizes a song that just makes him roll his eyes, tuning out the music by putting on his headset and turning his own tunes on.<br/><br/>It wasn't much longer until he arrived, and was greeted by his buddies. "Yo, Konji dude!" They call to him, and he walks over, noticing the many looks he was getting. Yeah, it was rare he ever came to the party scene anymore, but come on people, it wasn't THAT weird! You don't have to stare... He was wearing his usual checkered outfit, and his head was covered with a black beanie, to hide one of his many secrets from being seen.<br/><br/>"I'm surprised you actually came bro!" One of the guys said, grabbing his shoulder and giving him a rather rough side hug, shaking him slightly. Konji grins a little bit, his golden eyes amused, but not completely so. This music was starting to give him a headache. "Yeah, I'm probably not going to stay much longer..." He replies, his words Japanese, but he spoke with an obvious British accent. "I'm gonna go look around." He breaks free of his "friends" hold, and walks away, heading up the stairs, where it was much quieter, and even the music was muffled slightly. He sighs, his eyes shut. "I really need to stop coming to these things..." He mutters to himself, reaching out to a closed door, his hand turning the knob and opening it. As he opened the door, his eyes open too, to see something that would eventually be what changed his life forever.