AN: I was supposed to bombard you guys with updates over summer when I had free time but with testing coming up this came out as a sort of stress reliever. Since only one chapter of this is posted now I decided to post this up. Sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors, in my head it's perfect but sometimes when I type it down my hands cant keep up. Trust me though, none of the errors that may be in here are on purpose, English is my first language. Enjoy =)

Disclaimer: I do not own Vocaloid

Len made careful steps to the front of the ship trying not to disturb the shipmates that slept below. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath trying to immerse himself in thought. He gladly let the sting of the cold brisk air caress his face. Night is the perfect time to breath the ocean airhe thought. Indeed, to him no other air was cleaner and more refreshing than the ocean night air. To him it was better than drinking ice cold water on a hot night. It was like the air pushed all the negative things out of his system and all that was left was room to be filled with more positive things. The ocean waves hit mercifully at the lower part of the ship and he opened his eyes again. So…the oceans conch really does exist he was lucky enough to pass Mikuo's quarters enough times to hear little tidbits on the information he had uncovered. They had reached land a short while ago but he assumed that his captain was so engrossed in his research that he didn't feel the ships slight jerk when they reached the pier. With steady paced steps he made his way to the front of Mikuo's cabin. He knocked loud enough in hope that it could be heard over Mikuo's conversing thoughts.

"Captain Mikuo" he called

"Come in if you wanna come in" was the reply he had gotten

"Captain" said Len

"What is it?" Mikuo asked with a friendly authority

"We're approaching land"

Lens words seemed to have stung his ears as Mikuo bolted up and took up a march towards the door. Once Mikuo was on land he knew he was still along ways from England. He took this into deep consideration and decided, it would probably take a while to get to London even if they ignored all the stops in between and just cut straight through. So the best logical move was to move as planned and search for more information about this person as well as try to keep tabs on his or her location. There's always someone with a little rumor. With that he returned to his ship and kindly kicked Len out of his room while he got dressed for sleep. He undid his white coat and casually tossed it onto his bed to be put away later. He took off his dress shirt, not bothered by the slight stinging sensation of the cold air against his defined stomach. Now, he didn't have abs or anything but he was definitely muscular. An attractive in between of slim and chocolate abs is what could be described as his stomach. He tossed his shirt over his coat and walked in front of his wardrobe, rubbing his eyes as the moon light from the window by his bed showered over his back. You would think being out in the sea so much his skin would have taken a much more darker tone but he somehow managed to keep it an attractive and healthy sun kissed color. Same with Len and a few other ship hands. He pulled over a large white shirt with the sleeves rolled up while the bottom hem reached his mid thigh. He double checked the window and door before quickly pulling down his pants and quickly pulled on a pair of tan colored pants with the bottom ends rolled up just below his mid calves. These were his favorite pajamas; his older sister had given to him from Kaito, which would explain why he had to roll the ends up since he was a noticeable amount taller than him. He loved them both and it held a little of both of them in it. It

may seem silly but he never let anyone wash them, he always washed them himself. He snuggled deep into the covers and closed his eyes as he listened to the rare yet familiar lullaby of the ocean.

"This person must be singing again. It's about time, I haven't heard this song in years," was the last thing he murmured before falling into a deep slumber.

Thousands of miles away, a girl with long blonde hair tied to the back and impossible deep blue eyes sat atop a great ticking clock. Her voice penetrated the city, attacking it with a voice of piece, hindering its defenses with a careful tune. She stopped and the world before her took a while before it regained its usual composure. She had been waiting, waiting for a sign that he was near. You don't know how long she waited but the time was nothing compared to how much she treasured him. He was of utmost value to her. More valuable than anything she's ever stolen. Not letting a single sound escape her lips she let the world move along with the great ticking of the clock.

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