This is my third story and I have a problem trying to understand this song. Someone said is means the horrible things kids could do, and some said it was a story of adults selling kids just to try and get money. For this story, I'll go for the second one. Please enjoy it and review.

I looked at my mom, holding my hand, and that warm smile on her face. I loved her; she was such a great mom. She cooked the best food in the whole neighborhood; she was the kindest mom I had ever had. Of course, everyone only has one mom, but I doubt anyone would have a better mom than me.

"Miku, wipe that ice cream of your face," my mom said.

Yup, that's my name, Miku, Hatsune Miku; I'm six years old now. I have green hair that my mom always said was beautiful. I looked at the leek flavored ice cream that we just bought at my favorite ice cream shop. Man, they're delicious.

Today, it's the Rakshasa ceremony where we only celebrate in this tiny little town. They said if you join this ceremony, you'll gain peace for the rest of the year. There would be a stage where a man starts to talk and talk and talk, while I always sleep and sleep and sleep. And at the end, they would put out beautiful red butterflies and said that monsters hated the color red, so they would get away from here. But I've always noticed, there were girls at the back of the stage, they had these beautiful red strings tied onto their neck, I liked those strings, and they were so brightly red. But after I stare at them for a few minutes I would always get bored and take a little nap.

We were on our way to the stage where I could sleep the whole day, again. But today was different. I saw a man wearing a mask of something like a monster. They said these masks could scare away monsters so we don't have to worry about them anymore. I liked those masks, too, because I don't like monsters.

The man walked towards my mom, he pulled the mask away and holds it on his hand. I smiled at him, but he didn't notice it.

"Miku, go and sit there, I'll come to you later," my mom said. I nodded and saw them. Her eyes, she was looking at me, but she seems to be looking so far away, like I was transparent. The warmth of eyes, gone, a strange sound appeared in my mind. It said,

Bye.

Nah, I'm just imagining things, like my friend has an imaginary friend that always bugs her. I walked over to the nearest bench and sat there. The man started talking to my mom and mom kept nodding. A few times she would turn and look at me with those eyes. But I just smile and wave back.

Finally, I saw the man gave my mom a little envelope, my mom open it and took something out, some green colored papers. Then she put the papers back into the envelope and continued talking with the man. I looked at the mask on the man's hand. Is it just me, or is the mask looking at me?

I couldn't hold it anymore, how come adults can talk for such a long time without stopping? Don't their mouths get soared? So eventually, I took a little nap.

I was waked up by the man who was supposed to be talking with my mom.

"Where…Where's mom?" I asked.

"She went to buy a gift for you," then he hold out some strings, red strings, "do you want to play a game?"

I was already excited to see the bright red strings. Games? My willpower crumbled.

"Sure!"

"Okay, first of all, we have to tie this string onto your neck, then we go and play, after we finish, I'll take you to a place, you'll sit there and we'll test how patient you are. Okay?" the man said.

I nodded crazily.

He tied the red string onto my neck and I kept staring at it, I like this string since two years ago, I kept begging my mom to get me these but she just said no.

"Every year a girl would turn into a Rakshasa, we tied these on little girls like you so you don't become monsters."

I replied him with a, "oh."

He took me to look at the carp in the little ponds there, then we went to eat caramel apples, then we play some games at the arcade, and then we went to see the…Great, the stage where I could sleep for the rest of my day.

"Now, I'll put you here so we can see how patient you are, okay?" the man asked.

"Okay!" I said

The man started walking away.

"Wait!" I shouted, "What's your name?"

"Me?" he turned back and hesitated a while before saying, "Kaito."

The place was filled with girls of all kinds of faces and hair. There was a girl with long pink hair who was frowning and there was a girl about sixteen with brown hair and a red dress, sitting at the corner, murmuring something to herself. I sat there and didn't know what to do until a girl with yellow hair came over. She had beautiful blue eyes and she had a cute white bow on her head. She was crying.

"Why are you crying?" I asked. "And what's your name?"

"M-My name is R-Rin. My d-dad sold me a-away. T-They tricked me and told me t-to play a g-game." Rin kept on sobbing. She must've been really sad since she could cry like that. But what dad would sell his own daughter away? That's horrible. And then I heard a shout from far away.

"Rin! Rin!" I saw a boy with yellow hair and blue eyes shouting. For once, Rin stopped sobbing and shouted back, "Len!"

The boy, Len, turned around and a smile appeared on his face. He came to hug Rin and then he said "Thank Gods! Rin, we have to get out of here! Run away from mom and dad, they sold you away! Oh, I'm just glad I found you." Then the boy looked at me, "get out of here while you still can." Then he pulled Rin away. Rin turned her head around and looked at me, her eyes filled with sadness. The same eyes as my mom.