I give up, really I cannot prevent myself of stop publishing this. Please understand that my mind has it's own... well a mind of it's very own, like another presence resides within and they're in control not me. Plus my creativity has so many ideas that it fabricates the stories and I can't help but write them down, then continue writing until it's done. T_T

I know, I know I promised of publishing the second chapter of my first story, but, augh! Please, please don't be mad or upset. I'm more angry at myself even more as self-loafing greatly. But I'll tell you that it's progress is almost done, just a pinch of it. Again, bear with me if you can. It may be worth of waiting, so please have patience, again.

*Inhales deeply* *Exhales loudly*

Okay, now that's been settled, let's move on to the next subject, shall we?

Hello, I hope you'll enjoy this story as I had the pleasure of writing it down. But if it's not to your liking, then get out and don't come complaining to me. It's my story and I'll tell how it is, deal with it.

Prologue

The ceiling fan whirling slowly, making silent, soft sounds…

Constant banging, objects being thrown harshly either to the wall, ceiling, or floor and crashing glass sounds echoes through the non sound-proof walls…

Anguish bellows of anger and lamented cries of despair follows throughout the entire house…

An eighteen-year-old female with long, thick locks of teal hair styled in a loose single braid—named Miku Hatsune—sprawled on her back of her twin size bed. She wore a worn-down orange T-shirt that's too large for her petite figure, so it became a mini dress since it reaches down toward her mid-thigh, along a pair of volleyball black shorts, and gray wool knee-length socks. Her expression appears to be blank since her mouth is formed in a straight line, but her long bangs overshadowing her eyes, preventing anyone to see her true feelings within them.

Lying beside her head on the right was an open book and what it appears to be a diary since a black pen was placed between the written pages. It seem as though the tealette had done this hours ago, considering the fact her left hand twitches every now and then, and obviously the open diary had it's white pages tainted with dried black ink permanently.

Yet there's something in the atmosphere of which had gotten more gloomier than before. It was nothing but silence for the next half hour. Not once had the tealette moved from her position, but continues to gaze endlessly at the whirling fan above. And below the main floor, the violent sounds had ceased long ago, only the sounds now are pitiful cries of a crying person, her mother. Though it doesn't concern her or any sorts of involvements, instead Miku had another problem floating around her head that's been bugging her for some time now, and she had a feeling it'll come into picture tomorrow at school. Letting out a scoff, she allows a small smile form on her lips, then a drop of clear liquid which appears to be a tear trails down the side of her face. Like I said before, her bangs overshadowing her eyes prevents anyone to see what she genuinely feels, but in this scenario, it's pretty obvious what she's feeling right now.

If there's one thing you should know about Miku, then it's her calm and cool façade she puts on while in public, but only around her house or whenever she's utterly alone, then will she allow to show her emotions. She despises the idea of friends, acquaintances, and strangers alike to witness her vulnerable state and she will not consult about her problems to anyone, let alone her close-knitted friends. She knows what their problems they're currently facing, so she sees no reason of telling, after all it's their not burden to carry, but her own.

She makes sure no one and I mean no one see what she feels, both physically and mentally. But everyone has a certain limit and she's no exception as her façade starts to break, but only tiny bits of pieces. Even though she still claims of being okay, there would be someone else watching and think otherwise at a distance. After all, there would always be one person who'll witness every little detail, even if we cannot see who. They'll be hiding in plain sight.

*~0_O_0~*

Outside very few neighbors out in the open—who live either next door, or adjacent the road—gave pitiful and worried gazes toward at a certain house, knowing the tealette has evaded her mother's alcoholic rages and resides securely in her room until dawn. But among the outside neighborhood people, one in particular stood exactly in the middle of a vacant road, a tall silhouette overshadows the front property as the sun sets over his shoulders. His shoulder length locks of navy blue hair sway slightly against the cool breeze, but his narrowed, yet hollowed blue pupils eye out at the right-hand side of the house where the closed dark teal curtains behind a tight closed sliding window is located at. His gaze was blank with a straight line mouth, but clenching hard fists from his sides can't stop shaking as his shoulders tremble as barely attempting of control the fierce flames of anger roaring inside.

His name is Kaito Shion.

Quietly he lets out a shaking sigh as his breathing was ragged like he ran a marathon. But he quickly unclench his fist and sink his left hand into his black jacket pocket and pulled out a silver chain bracelet with very few charms attach. It's child size and childish itself too, but the bracelet meant something for this blue hair male, something that mixes the combination of personal and precious, and treasures it very well. Once he brought it to his face, his dark expression disappeared, like it was never there in the first place, then replaced with an adoration look and his quivering body ceased it's shakiness and quickly his anger dissolves into nothing.

He examined it closely, fiddling it around for a bit, then stop and look back at the house. He let another sigh, "Oh, Miku-chan," he began, "One day, I'll save you from that wretched person you call okaa-san. And when that day comes…" he trailed off, putting down his head forward wth his bangs overshadowing his eyes, then his lips form a smile, but not just any smile, a smile of which could rival Cheshire's, following his irises diluted into rather insane eyes, "I'll never let you go. No, instead I'll be your guardian." He proclaimed, "No, better yet, your lover. Yes, your one and only lover. That'll do anything you ask for, that'll be there for you no matter what, and that'll stay by your side forever." He ranted on, "But in return, all I ask is for you to return your love for me. That's all."

His arms wrapped around his body as if he's cold, though the weather was warm. He hunch a bit, making his body posture from a passerby's perspective that he's injured around the torso, but not. What they don't see is this young teenager boy has lost his sanity long ago and madness is what left swimming within his whole being. Now he has picked his victim and they won't be able to witness what future plans he has in stored for the pitiful Miku as tomorrow is just right around the corner. What's more unfortunate will definitely surprise them as they have no clue what more unexpected events that'll take place. They will not be prepared for it at all. So until then, the neighborhood will just have to enjoy their last day of peace. See, like I said, they're not prepared at all.

Meanwhile, Kaito lets out a soft eerie laughter that no one could detect, only himself since the neighborhood was rather oblivious, "Is that too much to ask for, Miku-chan?"

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