My first Vocaloid fanfiction. Rated T for implications of sexual activities and character death. Remember to R&R. Vocaloid does not belong to me. Peace!

His smile...

Gone.

His signature mop of electric blue hair...

Gone.

That blue scarf I gave him?

Buried in the ground with him.

Kaito Shion, on an icy December morning had died. The police had confirmed that the death had been a suicide. Death by hanging. His roommate found him, dangling from the closet rod, his signature blue scarf knotted around his neck.

It wasn't fair. He left ME. He promised... He told me that he would never leave me. Gone were the outings to the ice cream parlor, the place he loved most for its abundance of the frosty treat he craved. He'd always drag me there, and declared to me one day that he'd discover a leek flavored ice cream and name it after me. That day never came. Gone were the feeling of his long fingers threading through my teal hair. Gone were the sweet nothings that were whispered in my ear, every single day. Even his ocean blue eyes, those eyes that I fell in love with, were gone forever.

It was his sweet child like innocence that drew me to him in the first place. Of course he was no child, and although he could be a huge pervert when he wanted to, it was that endearing sweetness that always made me smile on even the darkest of days. One night, we were both lying on top of my bed after our recent activities, and I'd asked him quietly "Will you ever leave me ?". He'd looked at me for a long time, and for a second I was afraid that it would be answered by a long and awkward silence, but instead, he said, "I won't ever leave you, Miku. I promise,". I was content after that, snuggling into his nude body and allowing sleep to take over.

How foolish I was. Deluding myself into thinking that he would forever be my knight in shining armor, and thinking that we'd both live happily ever after together, just like in those fairytales. I was a fool as well, taking most of the things he did for me for granted. I regret now, hat I never outright told him that I loved him. He said that to me, once, when we were walking alongside the all too familiar river that meandered its way around the park. He said the words ' I love you' to my face, smiling as he did so. I had said "Me too.", but I wondered if it was truly sincere, the way I'd said it, it had sounded fake. He showered me with love and what had I given him? An insincere declaration of my love.