Disclaimer: The Vocaloids are no way mine. They are the ownership of different companies, and the Vocaloids here would mostly from Crypton Future Media and AH Software (Think of how rich one would be if they were a company owner though). The story title is based from the English translation of the song Last Night, Good Night in the website Anime Lyrics. The song's lyrics, composition and arrangement are by kz (according to animelyrics).
Author's Notes:
· This story came up after repeatedly listening to Miku and Teru's Last Night, Good Night (it's practically my lullaby) amazing duet over at Youtube (CHECK IT OUT!).
· The story title was supposed to be Our Last Song (hence the photo cover—if you can read it), however I thought the title too bland.
· I guess I do ship them (LOL I ship Miku with everyone, actually, except Kaito because I'm a MeiKai exclusive) but I don't feel strongly on it as I do Len/Miku or Len/Miku/Rin (*gasp* OT3—I seem to have a weakness for siblings/character ships. Other ex: hitachiin twins/haruhi, hamada brothers/honey lemon).
· The story is Rated T for theme, language, violence (none too graphic), death (just like a teensy-weensy) and drugs (sort of).
· So, beware: confusing storytelling, Miku x Kiyoteru, flashbacks, bands, songs, schools, Catholic churches, childhood crushes, surprises, family, death.
· Comment if you can! ;)
Prologue
If you asked the girl then why she always goes to church, she would answer windows. The stained glass windows. She will declare them lovely to look at, and then would ask you why they were called stained. For stains weren't pretty but this stained window was.
Ask her again the same question next time and she'll say the quiet, the holiness of the place. There is something uplifting in places like that, she'll say. Something uplifting.
Repeatedly ask her, and eventually she will say the music: the bells at the church and most especially the choir and their songs. The songs were lovely, and when everyone sings it together and with feelings, she declared it the best thing she has ever heard.
Press on and ask her, and she will answer different answers, until one day, she will admittedly say it was because of a boy. And then she'll talk about the boy, about how he sings in the choir and adopted by the church's priest, about how kind and nice and studious and helpful he was. About how he sings. And she likes him, she likes him a lot but she doesn't tell anyone about it because she's shy and no one even bothers to ask.
But all the same she loves the church and Sunday schools and diligently attends both.