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For Miku, it was the most dull and darkest day when Len has said that four words, Rinta was happy to an extent that he clapped his hands but stopped when Miku gave him a look.
"I have to go." It was a simple sentence, and they were all far too young to know that, but it was understandable, someone had to leave. There would be one less person.
Len had explained he had to leave, his parents were going to Kyoto, and the small city that had kept them safe is gone.
Miku cried for days, she was sure she had a connection with that blonde-haired little boy. She trusted her instinct and always thought God would give them chance together, forever and always.
But reality is cruel.
It didn't mean she likes him, no, not at all.
She didn't like blonde hair with cerulean blue eyes, she didn't trust dashing young men or boys.
But Len has always stuck with her since young.
Surely that meant something, and He had taken away everything.
She was young, back then. She trusted in Faith and Destiny.
But once she got old, old enough to face reality and its harsh truth, all that turned to dust.
Nothing is what it seems.
"Miku!" Rinta yells as he sees Miku rushing off with her bicycle.
She skids to a stop and raise an eyebrow, "Yeah?"
"Can I come to your house today to see the new CD you bought?"
Miku nods.
"Where are you going?"
At this, Miku bright up like a Christmas decorated tree, "To fetch Len! Didn't I tell you he is coming back?"
"Oh, I did hear, I just didn't know when." Rinta licks his lips, clasping the hand of yet another girl he had courted successfully.
The girl – Gumi was it? - Stares at Miku intensely. Leave your hands off my boyfriend and I'll not hurt you. It seems to say.
"Ah," Rinta gasp in realization as he turns to Gumi, he gives an apologetic smile.
"I'll get going first." Miku climbs up to her seat, waving goodbye.
This is a city of chimney and rivers, surrounded by mountains, to an outsider it seems to be little kingdom, even Miku thinks so.
There are no new faces, everyone know who you are. Recently, the skies are like chimneys, Miku could saw the strands of grey floating in the puffy clouds.
She takes out her photo of when Len was a child, she was just going to meet her childhood friend, and nothing is going to happen.
But where did she feel a tinge of twist in her stomach? She feels nauseous.
It was just like a bad omen. Enough! Miku screams. She doesn't trust such things anymore.
No more destiny, no more omens. She was just sick.
Out of her eye, she catches a guy dressed in a parka, Len. Every part of her body screams.
He looks so different. Those little hands she used to hold and protect. His body looks more build and his face.
Miku gasps.
He was dashing, his cerulean blues eyes give off another sense of meaning, and his blonde hair shimmers in the ray of the sunlight.
She was about to call him when she sees him cradling a slick black IPHONE in his hand, bringing it to his ear.
"Don't call me ever again," Len says, "It's irritating."
He runs his fingers through his hair in exasperation, throwing the phone on the ground.
Miku slides down without thinking and catches it in time.
"Don't save it, I was going to throw it away."
"But you might have something in that phone that is important to you?" Miku muses.
"But that girl cancelled her plans so I have no need for it anymore."
"What girl?"
"The same as always, Miku, you're just stubborn." He chuckles.
"Well, I'm quite surprised at how you've changed."
Miku smiles, back then when they were little, she always thought Len was like Rain.
He was always sad, lonely and quiet.
"Just now, you said something about a girl cancelling your plans?" Miku asks.
"My girlfriend." Len simply replies, "What about you, do you have a boyfriend?"
"I'm in high school now; I don't even have time with sappy stuff."
"What happened to that guy then? The one that looked like a prince?"
"You mean Rinta?"
"Yeah, him, you always said you wanted to marry him when you were young."
"He rejected me." Miku chokes out, "I confessed to him."
"Was there a bridge here?" Len asks, fingering his collar.
"Hmm, yes." Miku confirms, "You didn't know?"
"I don't remember much. I've always looked on the ground."
I wonder if Len had come back because of family issues again. Miku thinks.
"I'm here," Len whispers, "I'm living with my Uncle, so it's not a big deal."
"Oh, I'll go once I see you enter inside."
Len smiles and reach for the handle, "It's locked."
"I'll just wait here." Len sits down on the porch.
"I'll wait here with you," Miku offers, times ticks by, before they know it, it was already dusk.
"I wonder what's taking them so long," Miku whispers.
"There's no way they are coming back,"
"What?" Miku asks.
"I'm being forced on them!" Len yells, "It's alright, you can go home, they'll come back eventually."
"But…"
"You're annoying me. Just go." Len sighs.
"What's this of a sudden?"
"I'm telling you to go home!" Len shouts, like really shout. Miku didn't get agitated, she didn't reply.
She stands there, standing, her hands by her side, and all the while gaping at Len.
He had changed, but it didn't mean his lonely self had left him.
"Let's go." Miku extends a hand.
"Where are we going?" Len asks, "I'm not going to your house, if that's where you want me to be."
"It's not," Miku replies, tugging at his fingers, "It's the beach."
"It was the best place in the whole city, remember?" Miku giggles.
"You're still an idiot." Len muses, "I'm sorry for yelling at you,"
Miku shakes her head.
"Thank you," Len continues, "For everything."
He leans in and Miku hitches her breath, she wasn't stupid.
She has read a lot of Manga to know where this was going, but why was Len doing this?
He brushes her lips against hers; a soft and sweet kiss becomes a passionate one as he clutches his hand at Miku's shoulder, pulling her closer, and Miku digs her fingers into his hair.
He tastes like cinnamon, the ones that her mother buys by the packet full and stores them under her drawers.
He flicks his tongue across her lips, begging for entrance, and Miku pulls away.
"I… I'm not a good kisser, I don't know what to do," Miku says, breathing heavily.
"Just do what your body reacts to." Len orders gently, as he crashes his lips and flicks his tongue in again, his fingers cupping Miku's breast in one hand, Miku moans and Len takes the chance to enter into her mouth.
She touches his tongue to his, and hisses at the contact as Len pinches her nipple through her thin layer of fabric.
Her breast immediately hardens a she writhes under his touch.
"Don't move," Len commands, as he painfully stretches down to her stomach.
"What are you going to do?" Miku breathes.
"Feel you,"
Miku was suddenly aware, why had she let him touch her so casually?
Was it because he looked scared, so miserable?
"Don't," Miku pulls away.
"Why?" Len cocks his head to one side.
"Because!" Miku yells in exasperation, "It's all wrong from the first place."
She stands up to leave when two arms slithers from behind to stop her.
"Don't go," Len begs.
"It's too late."
"You can't resist me."
"What… What do you think you're saying?"
"You know you can't reject me, not when you've done something so bad that I had to move away."
~End of Chapter 1~
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