Disclaimer: I do not own Vocaloid nor any of the characters mentioned in this story.

Taito lit a vanilla scented candle before sitting down on his desk chair. The room was dimly lit, with only a small table lamp and a candle to provide light.

But it wasn't like he needed it.

The teen pulled his bag up and onto his lap before reaching into the front pocket and taking out a pile of notes. They were little pieces of ripped paper that were always in his locker by the end of the day.

"Die son-of-a-bitch"

"Nobody wants you"

"Ugly whore"

With each paper, his voice gradually grew louder and louder – waiting.

"Just slit your wrists already"

"Sick faggot"

"Freak"

Taito laughed after reading that last one and dropped the cards before holding his stomach in his joyous laughter. He didn't know what was so funny, but he couldn't stop laughing!

The sound of his laughter sounded so far away to him though… Why was that?

When his laughing fit died down, the mansion was dead silent and his ears rang. He listened for any of the usual noise. The loud music, the kitchen clatter, the T.V. – nothing!

Shaking his head, Taito picked up one of the cards before ripping them into tiny shreds.

"Do you hear that?!" He screamed, tossing the little pieces of paper in his sudden anger.

He was given no response, and his knees gave out as he dropped to the floor in an ungraceful heap.

Why did Dell have to die? Why did all this started once he left?

Salted drops formed and fell out of his good eye. His Dell… Why his Dell!

His body curled into a fetal position before his hands began to tug at his ugly purple hair. Frustrated tears continued to fall, and he could feel the screams escaping from his throat.

Why did Dell have to die? Why? Why? Why? Not Dell, not Dell…

Footsteps sounded outside his door, and Taito immediately silenced himself as he cried quietly. He wanted to get up and hide… but he felt so weak at that moment. He would just have to settle for turning his back to the door.

"Go away!" He screamed, "Go away!"

No more of the pain… No more, please, no more! They didn't help before…no, they left him to rot! Only Dell helped… Only he cared…

Everything stayed still and silent after that and it…angered him.

Would they start ignoring him again?

Of course they would. If they did it once, they'll do it again!

Screaming bloody murder once again, Taito dragged his dead-weight body up.

"Fuck you all!" He screeched, swiping every object off of his desk to vent some of his anger.

A violet eye watched as papers flew around him. The candle he had lit earlier had survived the fall and was now lying on the floor…

Laughter bubbled inside of him once more as an appealing idea formed.

Yes, he will see Dell. Because Dell isn't gone, no sir, he isn't. Dell is just hiding… yeah, that's it. And he will draw him out.

"Let's see if they will ignore me after this."


Dun... Dunn... Dunnn!

Alright, another post. Now, I've already started writing the next chapter to my other stories, so yaaay. On the other hand, I'm still deciding on how I want to write the next and final chapter of this piece... Boo.

Thank you for reading!