A/N:

Again, I'm posting up these random stories when I SHOULD be fnishing up OC, doing the requests 100 DWTVS, and starting back on JML...but then I started thinking after listening to one of Miki's songs (it shares the title of the story in case you're interested in listening to it) and the plot bunnies took over and multiplied...Unfortunately, it's still a bit serious and I'm waiting to see if I could one day actually use the personality that I view Miki to have... OTL Anyway, not as funny and light-hearted as HFTT, but I hope it's still not a bad read for all of you! ^^"

As a side note: I'm going on haitus. I don't know for how long, though, but I need to clear my thoughts and finish up a few things. I may just be gone for a month or so, but that doesn't mean I've given up on my projects. They'll just be uploaded later but I guess that'll create a huge wall of text once I'm back! I'm very sorry, it's not like I don't care or anything, it's just that I need to tend to a few things that are, unfortunately, time consuming...

Disclaimer: Really now? I could wish upon every single star in the sky and STILL never be able to own Vocaloid!

Fate affords some people only one opportunity to meet. For others it allows endless opportunities, so that their meeting appears to be more like the handiwork of Fate's fair-haired cousin, Serendipity.

...or I could be spouting a whole bunch of bull crap.

Whatever the reason, any number of preconditions could happen, ultimitaley affecting who you meet or will meet in your lives. That being said, it makes me wonder every time I think of the people I know and at times I even start to think about people that I will know. It's a silly thought, I know, but knowing just that small piece of information gets me wondering about lifes inner-workings.

I guess one certain occasion does stand out even more and almost makes that statement have a ring of truth to it. Several years back, when I was only a four year old to be exact, my father was promoted from the company he worked in back in England. The problem (or at least it was to me) was that he had to make his family move. I would have been perfectly alright if it had meant that we could move to the next city or so were it not for the unpleasant demands.

On December second, just two days before my fifth birthday, my parents bought three plane tickets and we promptly left for Sapporo, Japan. I felt like the most miserable kid on Earth. Being so young at the time, I don't really remember why I made such huge a fit about it. There really weren't any kids around my age back in the small city of Purbeck so I really don't know why I complained. It could have been because of the familiarity, but I'll never know.

Once the plane had finally landed we looked for our bags, went through security, answered a few simple question (or at least my folks did), and then father hailed a taxi to take us to our new home. It's really nice, couldn't complain. It's two stories high and looks like one of those homes that only the wealthy can obtain. And the neighborhood itself screamed "Snobs". Along the way, I already saw girls sitting on these little chairs in their front yards with these large, floppy hats on their heads. With their dainty pinkies thrusted out, they looked like those aged socialites, but with blueberry pie stains adorning their fronts.

I remember sticking my nose up at them. There weren't many girls like that back home, so I automatically felt out of place. I was used to rolling around in the dirt, fighting, getting messy and tearing apart my nice clothing.

When I felt the gentle stop of the taxi, my mom unbuckled me from out of my seat and carried me out to the front door. Once my dad had opened it up the feel of the newness of the house, my apologies for not being able to explain myself in further detail, overpowered me by the emptyness that greeted us.

I was scared, plain and simple. I almost wanted to cry, I already missed my friends like Sonika, FL-chan, Matsudayppoiyo and Ren Ikune. I wanted to leave that pompous place and go back to my humble home and wake up in my small bed with the cherry-printed sheets.

My parents noticed how distressed I was and did their best to comfort me, saying things that I'm sure most children are told the same thing when they move. So I merely nodded and agreed like the good and coorporative little girl they wanted me to be at that moment.

My mother knelt down to my height and wordlessly extended her hand, silently asking my permission to let her hold mine. I hesitated a moment. I wonder why I did, she was just wanting to hold it, to give it a light squeeze of reassurance.

But she never got the chance to do so because at that very moment there was a series of sprightly knocks on the door. My father came out of the kitchen (or what was there to call it that) and opened the door. A deep, masculine voice reverberated through the whole house so it really didn't help ease my anxiety as my body went through its fight-or-flight mechanism. I took a ready stance and glared at the intruder until a jubilant laugh escaped my father's lips.

I was honestly surprised as I heard the two converse and saw my mother follow suit. I felt so confused and I was painfully aware that I really was going to have a difficult time. I was alone, after all, and I wanted to walk away from them and leave them be. As I turned around to leave, my father called for me. "Miki darling, come meet this young fellow!"

My day was just full of surprises because now they wanted to show me off. I sighed and rolled my eyes, a nasty disrespecting habit that I still have, but turned around with a wide grin on my face. If I had to fake it for a few moments, then so be it. The sooner the better Ren used to say.

I skipped my way over there and gave my parents the cutest smile I could muster. "Yes Father?" I said in the cutest fashion I could come up with, my accent wasn't that noticable, but the couple in front of me were in awe at me.

It made me feel a bit uncomfortable, but the man smiled and patted my head. "Kiyoteru! You never told us you had a pretty little girl!"

I felt my face grow a bit warm from the compliment and I wanted nothing more than to stare down at my feet. But my parents would scold me later for being so rude so I kept my stare at eye-level as the woman started to tug at something that was clinging onto her skirt. Or someone, more correctly.

"Kaito, dear, come meet and say hi to the little lady."

After successfully prying his fingers from her, a small boy with neatly combed blue hair (blue?) shyly peeked from behind her leg. She gently pushed him in front of her and I could see that he was wearing pressed khaki's and a white collared shirt with a small design of a boat on his left breast pocket.

Never before had I wanted to gag so badly than at that very moment. He looks so fake! I angrily thought but I kept the smile on my face while he avoided my gaze and looked down at his shuffling feet.

I wanted to tackle him and force his face to look at me, if I had done that to him, I would have never heard the end of that lecture. Instead of submitting to my initial animal-like impulses, I just stood there like a mindless idiot, listening to his parents coax him to speak to me.

After I felt the last strain of patience leave my body, I turned to my parents and looked up at them. "Can I go now?" I didn't care if I sounded rude, he obviously didn't want to talk to me and I didn't want to waste another minute of my life waiting for a spoiled boy to do so.

I didn't wait for them to answer as I turned to leave and felt a light tug on my shoulder. "W-wait!"

Remember when I said that my day was filled with surprises? Wonders never cease... The boy actually had his hand on my shoulder now and he looked at me with pleading eyes, wanting me to actually stay. I looked up at his parents and at my own and noticed the large smiles on their faces. I looked back at him and saw that his cheeks were lightly brushed with pink.

"M-my name is Kaito Sh-shion. N-nice to m-meet you M-Miki..."

As much as I didn't like the nervous stutter in his voice, I sighed and forced another smile. "Nice to meet you, too, Kaito. Wanna be friends?" I'd rather eat a fork! Please say no, I only said it 'cuz Mother and Father wanted me too. I just know it.

He was obviously taken back that the new girl had asked him to be friends. I was so sure he'd say no since most of the guys back at my old hometown had to have the respect beaten into them. Literally. But then again, Kaito never really was like the other guys. "O-okay!"

I wanted to smack my head onto the wall, I wanted to scream at him, tell him that wasn't the way things were done. Boys don't just say "Okay" to being friends with girls that easily! They have to earn it to be my friend!

Even though I wanted to say that, even though I wanted to do all that just to hurt him, I couldn't bring myself to do it. He had this... ecstatic look on his face as he reached and took my hand. "I have a treehouse at my house, wanna play with me?"

For the first time since coming there, believing that my parents condemmed me to an endless hell of this sort to drag me into a place of snobs and fakers, I smiled. And it wasn't sarcastic, spiteful, nothing like that. It was genuine.

I tightened my hold around his hand and allowed him to pull me over to his place, just five blocks down the street. Before we were completely gone, I turned back around to see my parents and his. They had those knowing smiles on their faces again as they waved good bye.

xXx

That was almost eleven years ago.

Four years later, I made his parents hate me. It was by accident, honestly it was. We were at the treehouse he took me to the first time we met. I was climbing up to the highest branches while he was still at the base of the tree, worried to death about me.

"M-Miki! Get down from there, you can fall and hurt yourself!"

I looked down and saw the concern that was obviously etched onto his face. Still, I didn't listen.

"Don't be such a 'fraidy-cat Kai-Kai! It's not hard or scary!" I said in a teasing tone and stuck my tongue out at him. He knew me well enough to know that I normally did things my way, regardless what people said to try and dismay me.

He pouted and placed a hand on the tree trunk. "I-I'll go up there and bring you down if I have to!" he tried to say in a threatening tone that only made me laugh at him.

"You and I both know you won't, you're scared of heights!" I shot back and watched in satisfaction at the crestfallen look. He and I know everything about each other. Well, actually I know everything about him and he knows the general basic information about me.

Still, it was enough about me for him to know and to my surprise, he was actually climbing up. He slipped a few times but he managed to grab onto the branches and pull himself back up.

Now I knew he meant it when he said he'd come up and get me. But being the brat that I was (am) I kept going farther and farther away from him. I already knew he wasn't the best climber in the neighborhood so I saw him struggle each time he reached for a new branch, his whole body quaking in fear and his eyes would sometimes meet mine, begging me to stop and wait for him.

How cruel nine year olds can be...

I kept going, one branch at a time. I even shook them violently just to hear him squeal in terror. I heard his folks talking from behind the door and stopped. I already gave them plenty of reasons believing that I'm a horrible influence on their son.

I back talk. I can be rude. I'm harsh. I'm pessimistic. My manners aren't what they should be.

But regardless of my flaws, Kaito stood by me like white on rice. In return, I stood up for him on many occasions. Like when that bastard Dell started pushing him around at the playground because he was on "his" swings and that he wasn't allowed on there. The day Kaito thought Dell wouldn't be there, he got on the swing set and started doing what he liked most on the playground. Until he heard that venom-laced voice.

"Didn't I tell you that you're not allowed on my property?"

Before Kaito could react, the jerk gave him a hard shove and sent him straight out of the seat. Lucky for him I was there and had to catch him. I heard a tear and saw that the fall caused him to rip my dress that mother was very specific on not ruining. But seriously, when you're nine years and at a park with bullies, what's the least you can expect?

I shoved Kaito off of me and stood up to glare at the boy with the piercing red eyes. He scoffed when he noticed that I was actually challenging him. "Wow, you've got your girlfriend to stand up for you? Wuss!" he laughed out loud as a he was soon followed by his posse of jackasses.

It didn't bother me one bit that he called me that and I stood my ground. Who cares that it was four against one? I could take 'em!

I felt a light tug on the hem of my dress and saw Kaito looking at me with tear laden eyes. "L-let's just go, we can go play at-"

"No way! That jerk can't get away with this!" I declared and marched forward. Kaito looked back at me in horror as my small frame was easily swallowed up by the group of boys. Besides Dell, his group had Mikuo Hatsune, Ron Keine, and Nero Akita all ganging up on me. To make matters even less in my favor, they're all two years older than me.

I should have screamed, run away, or called for help when Dell grabbed my hair and threw me on the ground. Well, Kaito had that covered except for the last two. As Dell got ready to kick me, I screamed bloody murder that startled them all and watched in astonishment as I tackled the white haired boy.

He must have been too shocked to do anything as a flurry of fists made contact with his face. It wasn't until the other guys pulled me off of him did I finally stop beating his face in. The others were too scared and cried out, "Crazy witch!" and ran off with a Dell.

I was still satisfied though, I gave him a busted lip and a bloody nose. Win for me and for Kaito. But life's a bitch and it wouldn't let me celebrate my victory for long as I heard both of our mothers scream.

My mother picked me up and scolded me for ruining such a fine dress and saw the bruise on my cheek. I think that Mikuo guy actually laid a hit on me when Dell threw me down...

Then Kaito's mom noticed that he got his clothes dirty too and glared at me. Of course she'd think I did something to him...

...I digress, I just told you an anecdote about myself and him, I'm sorry for getting side-tracked. Let's see... where were we?

...Oh yes, I was telling you about that time I made his parents truly hate me. It was after I heard his parents talking, right? Well, after I stopped shaking the tree, I scrambled on higher and higher still until I reached the roof of our treehouse.

"You can't catch me, nyah nyah~!" I taunted. He glared at me and started to climb faster and faster to try and reach me. The guy actually managed to get a hold of my shoe before I realized it and I moved my foot away from him.

That was my mistake. He slipped and fell forward. I tried to catch him, I really did. I got up as soon as I could and tried to grab onto a chunk of his shirt, but I missed.

He hit the ground and I heard a sickening snap. I quickly climbed down and plopped down next to him. He was gasping, trying his best to hold in his sob and I noticed that his arm wasn't in a natural position.

A stream of curses assaulted my ears as I saw his parents run towards us and saw their fallen son. His father gingerly picked up his son and brought him inside. It was just me and his mother. She glared at me, no, it seemed so far beyond that.

A look of utter disgust and disdain. Far different from the look of adoration she gave me when we first met all those years ago. I was the first to speak. "Shion-sama, let me explai-"

I never got to finish what I was going to say because she silenced me with a hard slap that made my ears ring. I fell to the ground with a loud thud and looked up at her in shock. I never thought she'd do that to me...

"Y-you! You horrid little beast!" she screeched. "You stay far away from my son, never go near him ever again! Do I make myself clear?"

I dumbly nodded and scrambled up to my feet and ran, ran as fast as I could to get to my house. The second I got home and opened the door, I collapsed onto the floor in a crumpled heap.

My mom heard the door opened and was about to greet me with her usual cheerful grin until she saw my slumped form. I heard the rapid clicking of her heels as she bent down next to me. "Honey! Are you alright, what happened?" she asked, her rose-colored hair brushing against my face.

She gapsed as she pulled a napkin out from the front of her apron and began to wipe my face. Was she mad that I was covered in dirt and in sweat? I didn't think that for long when I saw that it was stained red. She slapped me hard enough to make me bleed?

I got up and pushed my mother's hand away from me. "I fell and hit my face when Kaito and I were in the treehouse." I said, lying to my mother in a smooth voice. It wasn't the first time and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

My mother visably relaxed after that. "Oh okay. But please be careful whenever you play with him, you're always so hard on him-"

"I don't like Kaito anymore. He's no fun, I don't ever want to see him again!" I yelled abruptly and ran up to my room without letting my mother have another say in the matter.

Once the lock was secured in place, I slumped back down to the floor and finally let myself cry for the first time since I left England.

So then, like I had stated earlier, fate affords some people only one opportunity to meet. For others it allows endless opportunities, so that their meeting appears to be more like the handiwork of Fate's fair-haired cousin, Serendipity.

Whatever the reason, any number of preconditions could happen, ultimitaley affecting who you meet or will meet in your lives. And there will be one other person in my life out there who will affect it in a life-changing and startling sort of way.

A/N:

I had this already saved from my computer and just had to pull it up, it's actually been stored away since the first week of June! XD I'm so slow at updating, I just started to seriously work on it, but I wonder how far I'll get with this one...anyway, review if you want to and constructive criticsm is a must for me!