Don't Listen to them.

"Miku-chan?"

Don't look at them.

"Miku-san, are you okay?"

Don't think about them.

"Hastune Miku, get out of there."

Don't talk to them.

"Miku, please get out!"

A heavy knocking repeatedly hit the door in the silence of my room. My room, where I stay myself. How dare they. How dare any of them even think they can do that.

Rapid knocking, even a threatening kick. Horrible. That's MY door.

I can't hear them I can't hear them I CAN'T HEAR THEM.

"Listen here, Miku. You're scaring the younger onces, just stop this sulking at once."

Ha. Sulking? No. Meiko-san, you know nothing. Nothing of the darkness that lingers in the very deepest corners of my mind.

More knocking. Another kick or two. Murmuring.

"Stop, that won't help."

"Help? I don't think she needs "help" more like she needs to realise she's not all that special."

a sigh is heard.

"It's late. We should just have dinner and get to bed. We'll see her in the morning."

Wise Meiko and the oblivious violent CUL. Oh, how clueless they both are.

Heavy and light footsteps. Silence, when a voice speaks.

"See you tomorrow, Miku."

My own eyes widen at the soothing, concerned voice.

I slide off my bed and look through the keyhole. Of course, it's you.

I watch as the figure walks slowly away, head down.

That emotion just doesn't suit you, Kaito.

Ones reading this, may be puzzled. The situation, or even, why the popular idol and cheery Miku is acting like this? Dark, secretive, and even unresponsive. Have you ever thought it was always there? This emotion, shrouding my heart into pure, sour black? Or maybe you think that something has happened. I shall explain, put your mind to rest.

It started on a beautiful, shining morning, bright and happy, jolly and utterly exciting. Of course, right? Yuzuki Yukari's birthday. December 22, the date she was born, when the snow falls and the sun breaks through in the cloudy white sky. Cold and crisp, like now the depths of my heart.

We planned a party. Yukari would go sing a song with Mayu, and we would get into our places. Then, we would burst out with a "Happy Birthday" as she would cry and laugh with joy, hug us all, and Mayu wouldn't plan on killing somebody.

It should have been.

I woke up, got dressed, and hopped downstairs, happy as can be. I grin at Meiko and Luka and high five Rin and Len, then make small talk with Kaito.

Kaito, the description of pure perfection.

The sun and moon of my world, the centre of my affections.

"Hey, Miku!"

The ice-cream loving boy said in a friendly tone. Ice cream, I have grown to hate.

He lounged on the couch, eating his ice cream lazily, flicking from channel to channel. CUL walked in, witha bored expression, then snatched the remote out of Kaito's beautiful hands.

Kaito looked up, friendly as ever.

"Oh, hi CUL-chan. What did you want to watch?" He said.

"Do us all a favour and get up of your as-"

I stood up. CUL stopped, confused.

It was a reflex, really. If you hurt Kaito, you have to hurt me.

Or I'll hurt you.

"Um, Mi-"

"Say that again." I say.

"What?"

My eyes bore into the carpet. I imagine 100 different ways to hurt her. But I can't That's not "me." that's not "Miku".

"Say it again. It's a simple concept. I wouldn't really expect you to understand though. Sorry, I should have known." I say, smirking.

Wait, Miku. Take it back.

A voice says in my mind. But I can't. I just can't. Soon, I will have my nails digging into her neck, and then-

"Um, Miku, I get your a diva and all, but I can't see why you gotta be a cow sometimes" CUL mutters, her arms folded.

"Woah, it's okay, I should really go help Meiko-san or something-"

Kaito is cut off by CUL. How dare she. She should be grateful the very air we breathe is the same as Kaito, rating in good looks and intellegence.

"In fact, let's keep this ball rolling, if you want to be childish. What the heck is up with your hair, huh?" She says, darting her eyes to mine.

I can feel my own fists clench. She deserves it. Shedeservesitshedeservesitshedeservesit.

I giggle, then creep closer to CUL. Kaito has left the living room at this point in a fit of fear. I lift my head up and see CUL's clueless face.

I smile.

"Miku-chan, look at this, quick!"

The rest is a blur. In a fit of rage and thinking lost opportunities, I storm out of the living room. I walk into the room the part will be held, or otherwise- the rec room.

Rin is there, swinging her feet, intently watching Len on his game. Their faces are identical, they share the same emotions sometimes.

Not that it matters.

Rin looks up, and waves. Ushering me to sit down. I plaster on the idol face, bubbly. Fun. Rin grins.

"We found a game cheat! Well, a glitch but-"

"Works as a cheat." finished Len. Rin nods, excited.

I act amused, peering at the screen. He's right- with the buttons Up Down Left X A double B, you get infinite lives, thus never losing money in battles.

Useless.

"Cool, right?" Rin says, and looks at me expectantly.

Pointless.

"Rin was getting used to the game and found it." Len continued.

I don't care.

"Woah, that's super cool!" I exclaim, then grin.

They smile back and converse with me more. I wish they would get on with it.