okay, chapter 2. I've done my best and I guess the age ended up being decided, lets have them be the same age I say. I thin my writing went downhill, but that's what happens you know. Writing was never my specialty anyway... then again, what was my specialty?

Well enough of me, just enjoy the story already!

Within the bird cage---

Chapter two

If you had lived in a cage your whole life, would you still want to leave?

This was the question I asked myself every morning finding it impossible to reach an answer.

Ever since birth I had been told I was "dangerous". In consequence I had never seen outside of the four walls surrounding me. Of course, this might had have driven any number of people crazy, but I couldn't even comprehend such things.

I had always been here. Always.

How could I understand what it might be much less desire to not be within the cage.

For it was a cage, that much I knew.

The four walls that enclosed me, a small shelter, and a single tree for the past 13 years. They were, without a doubt, my cage.

My education had proceeded slowly, Those who, ahem, cared for me, took a long time debating whether to teach me at all. When they finally decided to teach in hopes of good influence they found I was not the quickest learner, and while I managed to learn a good bit of the basics, they gave up from there on.

If I had known more about the world in general, I might have concluded I was a strange being, but as it was, I was ignorant.

I was alive, and that was all I knew, and all that mattered.

Until he came.

Because I had lived in the cage all my life I heard people when they came to the point of almost being able to distinguish their characteristics.

Most people were older, with a heavier, more menacing step. I never liked when they came. They had never really hurt me, but when they came I felt that they could or might, at any moment. And I knew they didn't and wouldn't like me.

So for a long time I had preferred to be alone. But as I said before, that was before he came.

He was different.

He wasn't wary or afraid of me, in fact I doubted he knew I was there at all at first. It was a he, I knew, it would be hard to describe how but that was how it had always been, I just knew.

And his steps weren't heavy, so I assumed he was younger, closer to my age than most who visited me. But he wasn't happy, that much I knew.

Some colossus feeling that was destructive and painful seemed to be eating away at him, It emanated and overflowed from him, even through the thick walls of my cage I felt it, vast and terrible.

It was a feeling I had never known.

But to be honest, I hadn't known a lot of feelings.

Most who came near me were afraid, I knew that even if I had never truly felt it. I returned displeasure at their being there. Pleasure was something else I was not sure about. Of course I felt better when they weren't here, but was that really pleasure?

Sadness too, I didn't understand. I was merely there, why had I any reason to feel this or that though? I was merely there, that was all I knew.

Because I didn't understand what want was.

Until I found something to want.

Him.

Or to be more precise, his feelings.

Except that scary one, it needed to go away.

It was hurting him, I knew.

It made me want something, for the first time ever.

So I did what I always did when I was confused or had some strong feeling I couldn't understand.

I sang.

I don't really understand life or anything else like feelings, but I understand singing.

I just sing the words that come to me so there's really know flow I just sing what I feel.

He was the first to hear me.

I had never wanted anyone to hear me before, I didn't think they would like it anyway, but as I said before, he was different.

I think it made some of the big scary feeling go away and that felt good.

I heard him turn and run away.

I felt... lonely.

As if for the first time I had realized what it might mean to be alone.

Then I thought about something else. He might come back.

That made me happy.

Happy? I had no comprehension of how when or why I had felt it but in that moment I felt it.

Happiness.

Okay my story is getting seriously tragic! Oh well, I knew I was going there all along. So I'm afraid Mikan's character is a lot different, so sorry about that, it just happened. I'm not actually sure where I'm going with this story... let me know if its just too lame and I need to give up on it. T.T

ah...now I'm depressed.

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