"Lacrimosa", were the words that came out of the tearful souls mouth, as a small tune that reached a few inches away from the forest was heard. He sat there motionless, completely solitary, singing in the dark. The black haired man played with his yo-yo up and down, singing the melody with rather high pitched voice. "From which the ashes will rise...", continued the figure of black hair, leaning against a tree. It the mist of the night another solitary soul could be found, behind another tree, she glanced from it, spying on the man.
"Please don't be so cold hearted...", she whispered to herself as he continued the song. "The guilty man is condemned...", it sang slowly, "So have mercy on him, Lord...", it stopped. The man quickly gripped his yo-yo tightly, as if he had sensed a bear about to attack, looked around, and ran off into the foggy forest, no where to be found now.
"Why must you always be like this...?", the female voice sighed, shaking her head and coming out of hiding. She examined the place where the man was, no trace of signs of who he was, or what he was even. Just a dry spot in the grass where he placed his one foot when leaning on the tree.
The also black haired woman cringed, "S-screw him! I don't need to know w-who he is!" she declared angrily. To her despair, she found herself yelling at herself that every night when he came to see him, disgusting to her thought. But there was something pulling her too him, just a small feeling that pulled her closer to him, wanting to know more about him.
Who was that girl? Who on earth could it be that every night, came to the same spot to stare at him, and actually listen to him? The man in black and slightly red robe walked to his solitary house in the woods, "Probably records me to share a joke with her friends...". Once meeting the small log cabin, he walked inside and locked the door, falling on the bed like a lump of coal, quickly falling asleep in that instant.
The girl in similar attire walked straight to her sister's house, angered with herself once more as she still lived with the stupid girl. Quickly storming inside, "Oh hey Zatsune!", a girl of green hair blurted out of no where screaming loudly into her face. "Fuck off Miku..." said her voice pleated with anger, ready to smack her if she kept talking. Miku, a small girl with clothes the same as ours, except much more vivid and with green touchings, frowned, "You're always so moody...", she sighed and walked off to the kitchen to prepare some leeks. Zatsune walked to her room upset, flopped on her bed and sighed, covering herself with the sheets.
That night, both these similar characters slept with frowns painted on their faces, and could only think of one sentence that caused both horrible insomnia...
"Who was that...?"