Note: This story wouldn't be mostly based on the SPL Pv. I'd love to put more to it..!

Before reading this, be sure to watch the PV first..! 3 (Beware: Cuteness Explosion!)

LINK: : / watch?v=gMqv1bU1pwg ( just copy it and paste on the Youtube URL)

Oh, and the main meaning of SPL (which I think it probably means) is in the FINAL CHAPTER..! A little surprise and guesses are fun!

One: The Small Paper Letter

Everything went silent; well, maybe to them. All one could ever hear was their breathing. A cold, malicious boy passed by to a sweet, cheery little girl

Complete opposites- but still, they shared one mutual infatuation. Opposites as they are, they both don't consider it as… 'mutual'. Such a tragic tale. Well, at least just for her. Or so she thought?

Navy blue clashed with emerald green across the sea of students. Though they were almost a mile apart, they still saw each other.

She held his icy gaze, but he averted hers. It wasn't the first time that their eyes met. In fact, they haven't met in person. Yet. Well, in this case, it might be the first.

And it all began with a paper... with only 3 alphabetical letters.

4:30 in the afternoon, in the last week of spring. Crypton High will soon be covered by the sun's orange blanket. The wide track field was already dark; the building's shadow was getting bigger and wider. Stairway gates closed. Hallways were empty, all students were at the school's exit gates... Except for one.

A shadow flashed from locker to locker. The aluminum locker cases were 7 foot high, each holding 30 compartments. It was a perfect hiding place, wide and tall. Compared to a 5'1'' student, though. That was one of the advantages of being short.

The teen stopped at the last set of lockers and went to its front. A piece of paper was on the teen's hands. Then the 'teen-spy' looked at the nearest window. The skies were painted in dark indigo. Rats. It was already dark! That means...

FLASH!

The lights were turned on. Panicking, the teen immediately held hands on to the locker-

"Hey! What are you doing?"

Doing his duty, the school guard happens to spot a student on-campus. He was well dressed on his uniform. But something was a bit… Inaccurate. He was shivering, holding a silver penlight. The student whirled and faced him.

A petite, cyan-haired girl stood near the lockers. Her hair was tied into two pigtails. Her arms were held high, to the angle of her lean shoulder. There was a red bracelet dangling on her right wrist. While on her right arm was a cream white…envelope? The guard took a step back, gaining courage to say;

"Wha- Why would a little girl be doing in the school hallways? A-a-at night?"

She looked down, sheepishly, as she daintily swung her arms at her back. Well, there goes her plan. How could she open this if she doesn't have a key? She held on to the 'locker's lock.' She has got to think of something. Or maybe…

"I… I was going to get…" She paused. 'What would be in his locker..?' "uhhm-my books!—but," She leaned against the locker. "I forgot my keys."

The school guard sighed. 'At least it wasn't a ghost'. She thought she was the one who could be relieved. Her fingers wondered around the metal plate- a gap!

"Okay, do you want me to break the lock-?"

She stopped whatever she was doing. "Uh- no, I-it's alright," She waved frantically with her left hand. "I can do it tomorrow."

The guard looked at her in disbelief. He didn't believe her. Why was she here, if she could do it tomorrow?

"Tomorrow, eh? All you're going to do by tomorrow is deten-"

"What's going on here?" A voice from their backs was heard. The twin-pigtailed girl leaned on her right side, viewing a tall, mature woman standing behind the guard.

She looked so… formal. She was wearing stockings, a long, blue skirt covering it, topping it with a cream white polo. Her pink hair tied into a bun, not a lock standing. Maybe she's a high class teacher.

As she observed the teacher; the guard explained everything. Th teacher was listening intently, her eyes never leaving the guard. A tint of pink was visibly on her cheeks. Does she..? The little girl looked at the guard. She could only see the guard's rear. He had long, purple hair; she didn't notice that before. Well, that was manly. His hands were rubbing on the back of his neck. Wait, was he… sweating?

"So, you were saying that this… girl," She pointed at her. "...has mysteriously sneaked in the hallways, Mr. Kamui?"

"A-aa-ah- yes, Ma'am Megurine," So called Mr. Kamui said, scratching his neck a bit faster. She felt her lips widened. They might like each other. But at least they got to talk to each other…

She leaned a bit more on the locker, feeling the crumpled texture of the envelope. She swore she couldn't feel her elbow anymore.

"What do you say your name was, dear?" The pink-haired teacher looked at her. Oh, she was referring to her.

"Mi-Miku, Hat-" She propped closer to the metal case. "-SUne-!" The two elders widened their eyes as she did. "Hatsune Miku."

Ms. Megurine huddled over to the guard, whose shoulders visibly stiffened. He got 10 points for that mature lady. Miku listened carefully, but all she heard were faint voices. But she could hear it just fine.

'What should we do with her?' She heard the guard say. Miku looked at the window, it was almost nighttime. Her brother wouldn't like this…

The teacher's lips parted, ready to answer the guard's question when-

"Dark!" Miku shouted all of a sudden. Their attention quickly focused to her. She wished she didn't say that. There's no turning back now...

"I… I-i-t's getting dark… A-and…" She went speechless.

"And?"

"I can't find my way home," She replied briefly.

Silence barged in. Now her class record will be ruined. She knew she would get detention for this… But it was all worth it. The teal-headed grinned dreamily.

"Very well then," Ms. Megurine nodded, leaving an overwhelmed Miku.

"Let's escort you back."

The teacher led the way, followed by the guard. Miku was about to push herself against the locker- Something came up.

"Psst!" she called the guard, who turned around quickly. "You gotta tell her."

The guard had a puzzled look. Miku stood straight, her hands still at her back. "Maybe she likes you back."

His eyes widened, then he looked down. It wouldn't hurt to admit it to a kid.

"Maybe she won't," his nasal voice replied.

"What if she does. Tell her before it's too late."

The guard opened his mouth in denial, but then he nodded in response. A crooked smile appearing in his face.

"Yeah, I guess she would." He nodded then said his 'thanks' before turning around and continued to walk.

She smiled, at least she fixed something today. Miku got up on her toes, and banged the locker with her left arm. 'Ooops.'

The guard didn't really noticed, since he was in front of her. She immediately trailed along. Clumsy her.

Then she looked behind her. The locker looked normal, at least. She skipped, but tried her best to hide her sympathy. She slipped the envelope without getting caught!

'That should do it.'

And now, she could finally talk to him than just looking at him. She couldn't bear to come up to him and suddenly say, 'Hi, I love you!' Or even crazily ask him his number when she just met him. She couldn't think of another option but to send him a letter. Well, that's what her best friend suggested. It's alright if he doesn't return her feelings. She… might try to understand that. Sort of…

Why did she liked him? She doesn't know for sure. But he caught her eye at the first day of school. She caught him looking at her. And… she never saw those kinds of eyes before. Eyes that have… a warm and… fuzzy sensation. More like, just in one look, it could fill your heart.

The dazed daydreamer- or night-dreamer- sighed pensively. She's lucky the two older beings couldn't see her making funny faces. Even if he doesn't reply, which would most likely happen, at least he doesn't know her name or her identity. Everything would turn out just fine.

qoooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooo ooooooop

Back at the hallway, a tall figure came along. The floor was spick and span, nothing to- "Huh..?"

Something shined at the corner of the metal lockers. He went closer, leaving his utilities behind. "A… bracelet?"

He picked up the red pearl bracelet and continued to walk into the hall. Shadows enveloped him as he went further and further.

Note:

Did you notice the envelopes with heart stamps at the beginning of the PV? Got the idea there ;3 If you haven't watched it... Watch it! I TOTALLY recommend that PV.

That's a wrap! Okay. Was that... okay? Well, actually, this is my first ever published online storidea (Story + idea, yeah, I made that up ;) )

I just have to publish it. The idea in me was burning me up. If I didn't do anything, well probably I'd regret not sharing it... to you. (If there really is reading this, aside from my future self )

If only I can read your mind against this... crystal monitor... And know that someone is reading this! :DDDD LOL.

So,,, please tell me what you think! (Review, message, something? Idk how this works, hehe) I really want to know! I want to reach your expectations!

***Have a nice day!***