「I've always wanted to say these words to you

This mere phrase that runs from my heart

If my impulse cannot be acceded to

Then I shall break each piece apart」


As Kaito crossed paths with the flaxen haired lad, his heart skipped a beat, and then it literally felt as if it had stopped beating. His breath caught in his throat, arms fell limp at his sides, his legs moving at their own accord — But they took him right on past. Right away from the little angel dressed in black. He withheld himself, resisting his urge to look back over his shoulder. He urged himself to pretend that nothing happened between them, or else nothing would ever happen again. This undying wish to hold Len, to stroke his head and keep him safe and warm no matter who watched... Yet to pretend that he had never known the sweet embrace, the tenderness of the childish kisses shared... His heart twitched inside his chest, writhing pain. His paced visibly slowed to himself, but not to any other person who might be watching.

Unless that person were Len.

When he picked the pace back up again, his head reeling with thoughts of the blonde, wondering what was fluttering through that beautiful mind at this instant. Was he thinking of Kaito? Was he praying that time would fly by faster, just as he? The thoughts Kaito were thinking now, Len was laced into every single one. He let himself indulge just once, licking his dry lips, his unhappy feelings visible on his features for a second, if not less. His body tingled with the crave to have the joyous ball of love back into his arms. He shoved his hands into his pockets, trudging forward to his destination.

He walked a few feet forward, turning a corner, and then another, arriving at a quaint little shop. Very homely, but paid very well, especially in this economy. After his little stroll through the relatively cold weather, stepping into the heat of the room instantly took affect on his body, the warmth rushing through him. He took his jacket off, hanging it on the coat rack next to the door, smoothing his shirt and pants down, before heading to the back, picking up his blue business vest, buttoning it up in the front, and then heading back out to the counter.

A brunette stood waiting behind the register, seemingly tinkering with the system, wearing a similar outfit to the male, but the vest she adourned was red, instead of blue, while she wore a black skirt, rather than black pants. Turning her gaze towards Kaito, she smiled, then turned her attention back to the register. "Mornin'." She mumbled.

Kaito eyed the treats on display in the glass that supported the register. There were assorted chocolates, breads, and other delectable cakes and sweets. He would have to remember to buy some banana bread and sea salt caramel treats for Len before he left the shop for the day. "Good morning." Kaito replied, just as enthusiastic.

"You're late." She scolded, finishing whatever she had been doing to the register and turning back to pick up a new crisp white apron.

He scoffed, taking her spot behind the register while she walked to the back where it was obviously much bigger, for it's where she home-baked all the goodies in the shop. The smell of sweets meant she had already begun her batch of treats for the day. Not many people stopped by, but she always had the energy to make those delectable. "I had a rough night." He replied in a dragging, monotone voice, only half lying.

He could hear the disappointed sigh leave the lips of the woman in the back, "Sorry to hear that. But you were 15 minutes late. Don't let it happen again." Her voice trailed off, muttering sentences of disapproval silently to herself, while Kaito pulled a chair back behind the register, sitting in the corner that was placed not even three feet away from his point of duty.

The all-too-familiar jingle of bells placed at the door's entryway signalled the entry of a new customer. He sat up from his spot, crossing the short distance to the register before the customer could see an ounce of his slacking. The click of shoes were distinctly heard as the customer made their way into the room. Kaito didn't look at the customer, but spoke out of routine, "Welcome to Le Delicieux, how may I help you today?"

"Kaito."

The blue-eyed man snapped his attention to the figure that walked into the room.

His head spun, and his eyes were disbelieving. "Len?" He whispered, looking the figure up and down, wondering if it were really the blonde being presented before him.

The flaxen headed boy nodded his head once, swallowing roughly, the black bow tying his hair up bouncing lightly.

"Why are you here?" Kaito dejectedly asked. Someone finding out that the two knew each other could damage everything they had built up.

Kaito instantly wished he had not said it the way he did, the look on the flaxen haired boy's face showing why. "Lady Luka sent me." Len replied, looking down. "She wanted to try something Miss Meiko had told her about." He fiddled with the cuff of his sleeve silently, feeling awkward all of a sudden.

Kaito leaned over the counter, looking Len in the eye, carefully and quickly making his point before anyone else could see. "I didn't mean to say it that way. I'm happy to see you." He whispered, and his stomach did a flip. He pulled back, watching a small blush form across the blonde's face, cheeks heated, ear to ear.

Len pulled a small note out of his pocket, only noticed by Kaito, just barely. It was hidden among a small fold of cash, obviously to pay for whatever Luka had sent him to fetch. Kaito nodded, and stepped into the back momentarily.

"Meiko?" He asked, before he was instantly shoved a small box, containing the treats the brunette had planned to sell. "Okay." He blinked, walking back out as fast as he had came.

He set the box on the counter, looking back to Len. "There." He smiled. "Cash?"

Len reached his hand over the counter, rather shyly, and Kaito reached out to take money and secret note hidden within. As their hands brushed, Kaito and Len felt their chest flutter with butterflies. Kaito let his hand linger for a second longer than needed, and Len's blush darkened as Kaito watched, retracting his hand. The blue eyed boy hurriedly grabbed the red and white striped box, rushing out the door almost too quick.

The same sense of loss, but mixed with the feelings of love poured down onto his head, yet Kaito couldn't help but smile. He put the cash away in the register, carefully slipping the little note into his pocket, careful not to read it at this moment. Once again, he took his spot in the small corner, keeping watch for if anyone else were to come in.


Len walked into the theatre, his eyes falling on the big stage first, watching as a small duel scene was taking place. The two males were practicing with prop swords, and Len took the entire scene in. A forest background, and a thorn covered castle off to the side, where Lady Luka rested comfortably in the little balcony. Her hair was tied up rather messily, but it looked beautiful in a unique way. Her dress was that of a princess', so he figured she was standing in for him at the moment during this part in rehearsal as he had left to get the delectable treats she wanted.

Len and Luka's eyes caught, and Len smiled. She was like a mother to him. After all, she had taken him in as a child, and promised that wherever his sister would be, she would help find her. 10 years had passed, but they never hesitated to look whenever there was anything said that could have been her.

"Alright, that's it for now." Luka called, her blue eyes demanding the two practicing males to stop.

They were rehearsing for an upcoming play. The law didn't allow females to play in the theatrical arts, which is why Len was always stuck playing the female leading roles, but Luka was always there to help direct everyone. She was secretly the author of this play, going by her initials of "L . M ." The play was about a princess trapped and set to be wed to an evil king, that was played by a traveling actor, the name of which escapes Len's mind, while the saviour — the man the maiden initially falls in love with — is played by Gakupo. How ironic.

Len thought back to the last play he had acted in that involved the purple headed male. It was in the rehearsal where they shared their first kiss, seeing as even in that play Len had the leading female role. Len blushed thinking about that moment, then shook his thoughts off.

Everything had to be so confusing. Why did he have to like that kiss? His first kiss, given to a man — to Gakupo, and he loved it. It was forbidden to actually be with another person of the same gender, was it not? Then why did something so wrong, feel so good? And just when did Kaito play a role in this? Possibly when Kaito kissed Len thinking the boy was a girl? It just surprised Len that when Kaito found out the truth that Len was male, Kaito still craved him. Len was startled away from his thoughts when he felt a pressure at his shoulder, realizing that Luka was calling him back to earth from cloud-nine.

"Len? You're looking a bit flushed, are you alright? You don't feel sick or anything right?" Luka pestered, worried.

Len coughed, shoving the box of treats to her, "I-I feel fine. I think I am just going to lay down for moment, is it alright?" He shot her a cute look, hoping for at least a half an hour.

"Len, if your sick I need to know. The show goes on in twelve hours." She started, "In two hours we're going to be busy getting setting stuff up, which will take at least another six hours." She sighed. "You have four hours of free time, then from there on you will have to practice the last few scenes with Kupo."

Len nodded, making a break softly to his small room. The business of acting wasn't always that profitable, but Luka always managed to have enough money to pay for this big place and keep the food on the table. Walking down the hall, he counted the rooms till he reached his own, before hurriedly rushing in, looking in the mirror, and removing his lace up boots to sit down on the corner of his bed. He shivered lightly. There was always a small breeze in here, not that it mattered. His blanket would suffice for warmth, as it always has. Wrapping himself up in the yellow blanket, he laid his head on the thin, white pillow below him, closing his eyes, determined to make the best of the five hours he was presented. If it meant sleeping to be energized for acting later, then so be it.

He took a deep breath, sorting through his thoughts, feelings and memories one at a time.

Len loved to be around Kaito and Gakupo. Sure, yeah, he loved to be around Luka and Gumi, and Piko, but with the other two, it felt different. They always did things that would make his head race, and his body spark and tingle. His heartbeat sped up just thinking about the last time he kissed Kaito.

But it was hard. He liked both of them. So much, with several problems getting in the way. Not only was it illegal, but immoral, right? Sinful? It was all so confusing. It's not like he could tell his heart to stop beating so fast around them, or tell his stomach to quit feeling like butterflies, or to tell his eyes to stop crying whenever he thought too hard about them.

As soon as Kaito saw Gakupo, and Gakupo met Kaito, the two hated each other. Len didn't even introduce them on purpose. After a play Len was starring in, Len made the mistake of leaving still in his dress, just to get fresh air. He made the mistake of kissing Kaito. He made the mistake of letting the bluenette walk him back to the play, where he found out that Len wasn't a girl, even if Kaito didn't care. He made the mistake of letting Kaito sneak in to the play, which happened to be a play that Len and the purple-headed male kissed in.

Len groaned and rolled over. All his thoughts were bouncing around and his memories unclear and hard to explain to even himself at this point. He just wanted all the confusion, and sadness to end.

There were a couple knocks at the door, and a deep voice called out to Len, making the young boy shiver, but not from the cold. "Lenny?"

"H-Here," He whispered, hoping his small voice was heard. "Come on in Kupo."

He heard the door open, himself refusing to look over at the purple headed man who walked in silently, shoes scuffing against the floor as he closed and locked the door. Sitting down gently on the edge of the bed, Len opened his closed eyes, staring at the wall.

"Are you feeling alright?" Gakupo asked, a hand rubbing the back of the blue-eyed boy.

Said boy let out a content sigh. He sat up, one blanketed hand rubbing at his eye, "I feel fine, I was just sleepy."

Gakupo nodded, pushing the boy down on his back, hovering over him. Leaning his head down, "Well, you should get some sleep before later. " He breathed. The purple headed male kissed right behind the younger boy's ear, before getting up, placing a soft kiss to Len's petal lips, and heading back out of the room, leaving Len flustered behind.

Kupo, he always acts on impulse. Len thought silently, rolling over to face the wall again, warm enough that he started to drift off into a dreamless sleep, where the hours would pass faster than he could say.


At the end of his first shift, Kaito pulled out the little note that his sweet had snuck him.

"Kaito,"

The next couple words were hard to see, they were furiously scribbled out, and a bit runny. He continued to read.

"Play at 20:00, cannot see you 'till 3, at the earliest. Don't come, please. -L"

The fact that Len had uninvited him to his play made his heart ache with rejection, but he knew why Len didn't want him there. The only reason why Len would ever tell Kaito not to come, is if the boy was playing a love scene with someone. That someone mainly being none other than the man that he despised most.

Crumpling the note up, he ripped it in half before throwing it away into the small stream. He was furious. Kaito thinks everything through, while that Gakupo character does whatever he pleases when he pleases... Hate the idea of Len's lips meeting anyone eles's. Maybe it is best to stay away.

He felt little bits of his growing anger break apart his emotions, one by one and he let his sorrows wash away down his cheeks. If he could only do something. If only his words would tell Len how much this hurt him. He needed Len to chose, either him, or Gakupo. And if it wasn't Kaito that he chose... Well he be damned, because he would die. Slow and painful.

Mostly painful.


Len shrugged himself out of bed. Gakupo knocked on his door only moments before, informing the lad that his free time was already used up. Feeling even more groggy after five hours, he dragged himself out, and over to the closet where his outfit for practice was.

He pulled off his days attire, pulling out the bow that held his hair up, letting his fall, framing his face. He wore tight black pants, almost light tights, and a long grey shirt that fell down to the middle of his thigh. He used a thick black belt, tying it around his waist, and it held the shirt up a bit better. He slapped his cheeks to get over his wake-up, before using a white ribbon to tie his hair back loosely. Grabbing his script, he set out in search of Gakupo to rehearse.

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Sometime later, the play was all set up, and people were filing in, one by one, sitting in their respective spots. Len rushed in to his dressing room to get ready. Fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes. He spotted his dress, hating the feeling of actually having to wear one in front of an audience. But the show must go on. He undressed, slipping it on. It was black, puffy from the waist down. The shoulder straps fell slightly, and much of his collar area and neck were exposed. He put on a lacy black choker, pulling his hair down, and brushing it. Looking in the mirror, he saw how simple the outfit really was, but hey, simplicity is the most beautiful.

He also noted how much of a girl he actually looked like. He assumed that his sister would look like this by now. Wherever she was. He sighed, strapping his heels on, before heading out and being directed to first scene. Five minutes, five minutes.

As the curtains were raised on the debut of the play, he looked out into the row of his audience, lines on the tip of his tongue, and there in the crowd, the only person who stood out to the boy was the blue haired male, sitting front row, distasteful look on his face.

Kaito —


Authours Note:

Yayyy. Two chapters in one day... er, well, morning? I don't know. I'm going to be spending most of my day on this song, so I should have quite a bit done. Though I won't update unless I get reviews ~ :3 I'm selfish, 'kay?