I was eager to update, so within just a couple of days, here's the second chapter! I'll admit I rushed it a bit, so forgive me if anything seems disoriented or messy. I was trying to put a lot of introductory things into this update to help set up for coming events, which can be kind of complicated. So, without further ado, please, go ahead and read this chapter!
"The letters on our screens don't show a face.
Instead, we hurt each other easily.
Is it okay to live if we depend on something
And hide a knife inside our chest?"
There was a certain sense of wistfulness that came with walking down the hallways of his old junior high school again, the kind that made Kaito remember the yearning he'd felt as an adult for this sort of youthful innocence and simplicity.
But those around him, Kaito was sure, had no idea what lay ahead of them on their paths to adulthood. Not Hatsune Miku, who was passing out flyers for her band auditions; not Megurine Luka, who was standing at window and redoing her lipstick; not Nakajima Megumi, who was chasing Yuezheng Ling full speed down the corridor; not Okunuma Roro, who was awkwardly flirting with Yuzuki Yukari like he did every morning; not Kagamine Rin, who was standing with her hands clasped behind her back as she waited for Kaito outside their classroom; and most certainly not Kagamine Len, who was wiping the blood dripping from his nose away with the hem of his shirt and muttering expletives under his breath.
They were all oblivious to the repeat of an existence, every last one of them. Except for Kaito. Except for him, truly a nobody, with his eyes glued to the back of Meiko's head and his feet tripping over one another, because that's what he always did, and this was the always of the past. At least, for now it was. This was the originality of the world, and Kaito had a horrific feeling that he was going to be the one to rip that away and change everything.
He wouldn't have imagined that, out of all the people in the world, he would be the one to have the balance of several lives handed to him.
"Hey, Kaito! Kai-kun! Hey!"
Kaito jolted, tearing his arm out of Meiko's death grip to face a pair of brightly shining teal eyes that belonged to none other than Hatsune Miku. She beamed at him and waved a piece of stationery in front of his face. "I'm hosting an audition tomorrow! Do you think you can make it?"
"Uh, well-,"
"You play guitar, right?" Miku cooed. She flapped the flyer again.
Kaito hesitantly took it from her, his eyes trailing toward Len as he hobbled into the classroom, Rin offering him a hand that he was quick to brush off. She looked hurt, but it lasted for only a split second. Her attention was quickly averted back to Kaito, and the bluenette took note of it. "We'll see," he told Miku gently.
Meiko slammed a fist into his shoulder. "No, we won't! Your birthday is tomorrow, remember? And you said your having a party, you big idiot!"
"Your birthday is tomorrow, Kai-kun?" The tealette rocked back on her heels and pressed a perfectly manicured pinky to her lips. "Well, stop by the band room before classes tomorrow, then! Okay? See you around!" Then she was off, taking a good three paces before she slammed into a fuming Yukari's chest in the midst of offering Roro a flyer. "Oh, Yuka-chan, would you-...No? Okay, well, that's fine, no need to yell!"
As she sprinted off down the corridor again, Meiko snorted and shot Kaito an annoyed glare. "Would you actually want to be in a band with that? Your head'll probably explode," she snorted.
"I'm good with lyrics," Kaito replied quickly as he folded the paper and pocketed it. "I could help out. It might be nice."
"Bakaito," was all Meiko muttered in response. She veered around and staggered into the classroom, bumping into Rin with no audible apology provided.
The blonde cleared her throat and swiftly sidestepped away from the threshold. She smiled that dainty smile of hers', giving Kaito a waggle of fingers in greeting and a cheery, "Good morning!"
Kaito tousled her hair as he passed, relishing in the fact that this person was actually here and she was alive, and so was he and so was everyone else. "Morning, pipsqueak," he returned, and wondered if the quirk of his lips was unsettling to her, especially in regards to his obvious acknowledgment of the poorly concealed bruise ostending upon her neck.
Rin conveyed no signs of being fazed, although she did make to tug the collar of her sweater higher up her nape.
"Are you planning on joining Miku's band?" Rin queried. She sauntered after Kaito toward the back of the room, where he was certain his desk had been- or, rather, where it was, right beside Roro and right behind a particular blonde boy resting his chin in the palm of his hand and doodling dark swirls in his notebook.
"I dunno," Kaito murmured, "but I'm thinking about it."
Truth be told, he wasn't. He'd already come to a decision.
Whereas once he'd turned down the opportunity to join what would later become one of the most popular high school bands in all of Japan, Kaito would this time step forth to pursue a dream he knew he had a chance at fulfilling. Maybe it would prevent him from becoming such a deadbeat as an adult.
"You should do it. I think it suits you!" Rin mused.
From across the room, Meiko shrieked, "Don't encourage him!"
Before Rin could dish out a retort, the doors to the room slid open and a lanky, familiar figure stepped through the opening. It had been years since Yokune Ruko even so much as itched at the back of Kaito's memory. But for all it was worth, he had been perhaps the greatest assistant teacher Kaito had ever known. The man was rambunctious, to say the least, and loud, and he had an odd habit of slinking into the supplies closet; and these aspects, Kaito had admired. They were what made the man so talented in unique. That, and his figure. There had been confusion about it for years.
Scrambling in behind him were Miku, Megumi, Ling and Fukase, and after a few more belated moments, Luka. They filed into their seats, delving into hushed conversations through the clatter of their folders and bags hitting the ground.
Kaito slipped silently into his chair, his eyes following Rin as she hurriedly trotted to the front of the room to her seat beside Aria. Slowly, his gaze slid to Len, and it stayed there, watching with intrigue as the blonde scribbled on his hands when his paper grew too maimed to write on.
Kaito did little else for a majority of the class. Even after Hiyama Kiyoteru strolled into the room and launched into taking attendance and, with not a moment to spare, a lecture about physics, the bluenette could not for the life of him look away from Len's small, fragile frame. It looked as if at any moment, he would shatter, as if whatever it was that held him together would give out, and he would collapse, a mess, upon the floor. But the more Kaito looked, the more he realized Len would not be breaking apart any time soon.
For someone's sake, no doubt his sister's, he was sewing every wound the moment the threads went slack.
Toward the end of class, when Kaito had felt his staring had reached the point of being excessive, he shifted his eyes back to his hands and his thoughts toward the young man seated beside him.
To think that those hands, tapping a pencil against the corner of a desk, were capable of murder.
In the future, Roro would be responsible for the deaths of multiple students in this very classroom. Yet as of now, he was not only the plausible reason behind Kaito's return to this time era, but also his friend, and that alone was unnerving. But maybe that could be used to change something. His relationship with any of his fellow students could change things.
Kaito quickly lifted his eyes to scan his the classroom, and found that there was not even the slightest detail out of order. Everything was as it should have been. Miku and Luka were bickering about some new musical group, Rin, Aria and Suzune were steadily progressing in their work, Fukase and Gumi were spewing spitballs at Ling, Oliver and Lui from across the room. They were firing back with paper airplanes. Occasionally, Len would join in- those were his friends, after all -and Kaito would watch while half-heartedly listening to Roro ramble on beside him, the words hazy and filtered.
Ritsu was complaining to Piko, and the whitette made to nod at all the right times, fueling the obnoxious whines of the boy beside him. Mayu, Miki and Iroha were talking in angry murmurs, their lips twisted into nasty smirks as they spewed nothing but venom. Meiko turned her head over her shoulder to snap at them every five or so minutes. Tei had been staring at Len even longer than Kaito had, which oddly made the bluenette's blood boil inside his veins.
Everything was as it should have been.
And that made it wrong.
"Shion!"
Kaito jerked his head up, making direct eye contact with Ruko as the man leaned back against the edge of Kiyoteru's desk. "Are you dozing off again?"
"No," Kaito lied.
"Uh-huh. Then what did I just say?"
Kaito really didn't know why he was so surprised; this never ceased to happen no matter where he went. He was constantly distracted by his own imagination. He tilted his head, thought about it for a moment, and slowly said, "We're going to start reading American literature soon...?"
"Oh? So you were listening, good for you," Ruko said, and waved a hand wildly at the board behind him. "As of this week, we'll be reviewing English vocabulary and grammar, and by the end of it, we'll move on to read To Kill a Mockingbird. It's a personal favorite of mine, actually! I have a feeling the majority of you fine readers will like it a lot!"
From his desk, Kiyoteru added, "We'll be splitting all of you into groups of three for an assignment starting Thursday."
There was the drone of objecting whines for several moments, but amid it, Kaito found himself both quiet and hopeful at the prospect. This was the assignment of which had led him to befriending Tianyi and growing indifferent toward Gumi, which held little significance, if any at all; so, if perhaps he were to talk to his teachers about switching up the groups, he could land himself partnered with Len. It had steadily become Kaito's mission to befriend him, he had decided, and to prevent Len from the years of suffering both he and his sister had coming.
Though...the Kagamines weren't the only glitch he had to fix. What of Roro, and Gumi, and Miku? What could he possibly do for any of them?
What of himself?
He shook his head. There was no use dawdling on these things when his mind was too muddled of a mess to comprehend them. Chewing absently on his nails, Kaito merely leaned back in his seat and waited patiently for the next few classes to roll to an end. His aching subconscious was screaming at him for a break.
And then it started screaming louder, and louder, until a buzzing din sprouted inside of Kaito's head that overwhelmed his senses. He felt numbness spreading from the tips of his fingers down to his wrists, engulfing his arms at an excruciatingly slow pace.
A flicker of color danced behind his eyelids, and there it was; a memory, one that surely did not belong to him. But it was there nonetheless, clinging onto him, begging to be watched, and heard, and repeated. And, Kaito, after a moment of struggling, succumbed to the plea and let the color erupt against his world.
The room was disturbingly silent. For the first time in weeks, there was only his own steady breathing to keep him company during the nighttime, and nothing else. No disgusting words being spoken in his ear, no hands twisting into his flesh, no melodical and fake laughter wafting up the stairs, no music being played by the neighbors. It was silent, and it was lonely.
Spending the nights lonely was never the same as spending them alone.
He sat up agonizingly sluggish, his back and arms threatening to rive with every movement involved in discarding his blankets and sliding onto his feet. Taking small, unbalanced steps, he made his way out of the bedroom and to the one directly across the corridor, pushing open the door with strenuous effort. It felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds more than him.
"I had a nightmare," he said the moment the door closed behind him. He hobbled toward the bed stuffed into the corner of the room on stiff legs, waiting for the usual response of his sister on nights like these. It took a few hesitant moments, but eventually, Rin scooted over, leaving enough space for Len to crawl into the blankets beside her.
She kept her back to him as she mumbled, "Again?"
He clenched his fists in the comforter and chose to say nothing.
When Rin spoke this time, he could hear the shift it took for her to face him, but he didn't dare open his eyes to see hers' staring back at him in the darkness of the room. "How many?" she whispered.
"What?" But Len knew. He knew exactly what she was asking.
"How many was it tonight?"
"I lost count," Len admitted, "but...maybe twenty."
Rin let out a sharp exhale between pursed lips. "That's too many. It's too many, Len..."
He didn't say anything again.
His sister did.
"How many of those do you think were for me?"
"It doesn't matter, because it wasn't you. And it'll stay that way." Len blinked open an eye and saw nothing but desperation in Rin's countenance. He grit his teeth and brought a hand reassuringly up to her bangs. "I'll make sure of that."
"You can't just-,"
"I can, and I will. As long as Mom's happy and you're safe, then my well-being doesn't matter."
Rin shook his hand off, her brows drawn together in question. "You think Mom's happy?"
"Of course. She's got a boyfriend who loves her, a good, paying job, a nice house, and, as far as she's concerned, two happy, healthy kids. There's no reason for her not to be happy, and there's no reason for us to impede on her happiness."
"...Do you think Dad would be happy?"
Taken aback, Len tilted his vision toward his bare feet, poking out from underneath the bedsheets. He shook his head weakly. "No...But- Dad isn't here anymore."
"So what? He would've wanted better for Mom than scum like him."
"He's not...a bad guy, really," Len whispered.
"If Mom knew he-,"
Len cast her a sharp look, but it dissipated nearly the moment it materialized. "She won't. She won't know, Rin, and we won't let her know. What if he did something to her, or to you, huh? This is for the best."
"It's not," Rin protested. "He could kill you, and then what? What would Mom do if she had to find out like this?"
"There's nothing we can do. If word slips, then...then he'd hurt you. And Mom. Right? What would happen then, if I was left by myself? Or...or if you or even Mom was just…" He tensed at the sight of tears in Rin's eyes, and shifted to stare at the ceiling, tracing the delicate swirling patterns that arced across it. "It's better me than you."
"It's not," Rin repeated.
And Len said nothing.
The silence consumed the world again, but, at least this time it wasn't tainted by loneliness. At least this time there was the sound of gentle crying beside him.
"Bakaito, are you gonna eat that?"
Kaito glanced up from the book in his hands and, essentially, the untouched tray of rice and curry set out on his desk. Meiko stood before him, ogling the plate with her arms crossed beneath her bosom.
"I don't think so," Kaito conceded, nudging his meal forward. His appetite had yet to return to him since the vision he'd experienced a few classes previous. "You can have it, if you want."
A smirk blossomed against the girl's face as she hurriedly snatched the tray off her friend's desk and made for the one beside him. Roro had gone to spend the lunch break with Piko and Ritsu out on the roof, Kaito presumed, which left space for Meiko to slide up next to him in eager anticipation. "What're you reading?" she blurted through a mouthful.
Kaito curiously flipped to the front cover and felt a tug at the corner of his lips. To this day, the novel he clutched in his hands was undoubtedly his favorite of all time. Years after reading it, it stuck with him. "You know the Pandora Voxx series that came out a little while back?"
"The one by Kemu?"
Kaito grinned. "That'd be the one! I'm on Invisible. It's really, really good."
"Lemme see." Meiko wiped a hand on her blazer and reached out to snatch the book from Kaito's grip. She flipped through a few pages, scowling as she did so, her interest obviously having transfixed itself elsewhere. "It looks like crap," she huffed, and tossed it back at him as though it were a discarded candy wrapper.
"You wouldn't know good literature if it hit you in the face."
"What can I say? Movies are better. You get all the action, and you don't gotta put any effort into enjoying it. It's nice and easy, just the way I like it."
"You're just lazy," Kaito noted.
"I'm not!" Meiko punched his thigh, her chestnut eyes glinting in mischief. "Now, go put my tray away."
Rolling his eyes, Kaito tucked his novel safely under his chair and hefted himself onto his feet, grabbing the tray of half-eaten remnants with a faint smile on his face. Yet, as he stepped over to the back of the room where the stack of dirty dishes in waiting to be cleaned rested, he found that the thought of the earlier memory jarred him back into an anxious state of mind and wiped the expression clean off his face.
Those he'd seen had been Len and Rin- of that, he was certain -but the conversation they'd been having was nothing but a vague recollection at the back of his mind. Although, perhaps that was a good thing. It made him feel disgusting, how he had invaded on a personal mnemonic of someone else.
What made him feel worse was that he had felt Len's pain all throughout his back and arms, as if he'd been lashed at and cut with a whip. His stomach clenched in displeasure at the thought of anyone having to undergo such an immense laceration, especially...especially Len. He wondered briefly if the same could be said about Rin; if she, too, had been victim to that crippling pain.
As Kaito set his tray down on the rack, he couldn't help but think he'd achieved some kind of inhumane ability to slip himself inside the eyes of another and witness their past through his own. If so, then he felt sickened.
That alone should have been a feat prohibited from use.
He ducked back around, his head lowered, his fists clenched, and was met with a sudden warmth against his chest just as he went to make for his desk.
Kaito poked his gaze down to find Len awkwardly backing away from him, a deep crimson hue cast upon his face. When he said nothing, the bluenette gave an embarrassed smile and chimed, "Sorry, my bad! I wasn't watching where I was going."
"It's fine," Len said, sidestepping around the other's broad figure to deposit his tray on the rack.
This hadn't happened before. Whatever had happened, it wasn't this. It had never been this. But that was what Kaito wanted- what he needed. This was an opportunity.
"Hey!" he exclaimed a fraction of a second prior to Len's attempt of striding back out the door.
The blonde came to a sharp halt and gave Kaito what little attention he had to offer.
"I'm...Well, tomorrow, it's my birthday, and- it's stupid, but...I'm having some people over, for a party, and your sister is coming, so, I figured...Do you want to come too?"
Kaito didn't know what he'd been expecting as a reaction; maybe for Len to laugh and walk away, or for him to be uncomfortable, or for nothing at all. Whatever it was, it had never once crossed his mind that Len would proffer a lopsided smirk and say, "You're kind of weird, you know that, right?"
To say that it dumbfounded him was far beyond an understatement. Kaito anxiously slid a hand against his searing neck and took a half-step backwards. "I am?"
"You've never been interested in me, I mean. But you...You've been staring at me all day."
"I...No, I haven't!"
Len disregarded this completely. "And now you're trying to be friendly with me. We've barely spoken before today and suddenly you want me to come over your house because my sister is going? That's weird," he said, lifting his shoulders lazily.
"Wait, no- I...I didn't mean just because...Rin is going, I, uh…" Kaito dropped his hand back down to his side, finding himself, strangely, at a loss for words. He clicked his tongue, once, twice, and felt his confidence deflate. "I just thought it'd be nice to get to know you."
"That's so weird," Len snorted, running the backside of his hand across his face. "We're not in second grade anymore."
Kaito, for a fleeting moment, found himself looking at Meiko from across the room, but she was off in her own world, throwing wads of paper at the back of Iroha's head with that demonic sort of grin plastered to her lips. He glanced back at Len, defeated. "So, that's a no, then?"
"I didn't say that," Len mused, and his voice was much quieter this time, the smirk on his lips much less visible. His fingers itched idly at his porcelain pale cheek, his optics twitching hesitantly toward the ceiling. It seemed to be a habit of his to look up in untimely situations. "It's nice. To be considered. By you. I mean, by anyone, but, you know..." The blonde shook his head, waving a hand dismissively. "Thanks."
Kaito blinked at him for a moment, flummoxed and disoriented. This conversation is familiar. "So...yes…?"
"Yeah, sure."
Something has changed.
"Okay, great! If you want, you can just walk home with Rin, Meiko, Roro and me!"
Len teetered back a bit, inching towards his seat as the bell signaling the end of lunch sounded. "Alright." He sauntered away the moment the words fled his lips, his hands stuffed in his pockets and his lips no doubt pinched into a lazy smile.
If Kaito could keep this up, he was sure that he could renew everything, he could save everyone. There was the lingering qualm of paradoxes that he had seen in movies and read in books, the damage that could be done by aspiring an altercation to time. The consequences he could suffer.
Let nothing be a hindrance, he reminded himself as he shuffled through the crowd to his desk, and you will succeed.
He would succeed.
By succeeding, he would give himself a purpose. He would give countless students life. He would tear through a soul-ripping destiny.
So, no matter what it took, no matter what sacrifices he had to make, he would succeed.
That was a promise.
The city was beautiful when it snowed. Kaito had thought this for all his life; the frost creeping across the leaves of the trees and the footprints left behind in the powder were enticing and gorgeous, like something out of a storybook or a fantasy. His opinion of it hadn't changed over the many years gone by.
He tugged his scarf over his nose as he waited patiently in the courtyard for Meiko, watching from the corner of his vision as Rin and Len disappeared into the storm, their silhouettes becoming nothing more than flecks of nothingness left behind in the wake of the falling snow. Kaito was tempted to watch until they were completely out of sight, but Meiko's loud, gnawing voice bit into his ears and pulled his eyes toward her.
"It's really snowing, huh?! Aren't you cold?"
Kaito slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans and shook his head. "Not really."
"You're insane," she snickered, carelessly walking past him. The endless belief that everyone would follow her if she proceeded first had been a poison to her. Kaito had always been the one to feed it.
He dashed ahead to catch up to her, and, like they always did, they meandered down the sidewalk, away from the school and toward their neighborhoods. Meiko blathered about her day for a majority of the walk. Kaito listened, because he had little to say. When it came to Meiko, he was never much of a talker. She took care of that part of their friendship. He just offered her kindness, TV recommendations and homework answers, and in return, she kept him company. It had always been that way. Well, almost.
It had almost always been that way.
"So I heard you're gonna invite Len to your party," Meiko said eventually. "What's up with that? I didn't even think you liked him."
I do. I think I always did, but I never knew how to approach him, or if I could. But now I know. I know that holding back can change a lot. "I'm friends with Rin. I figured it would be nice to be friends with him, too, that's all."
"You don't think he's freaky?"
"No. Why would I?"
Meiko quirked a brow and leaned over to tug on a chunk of Kaito's hair. "You're really ignorant, Bakaito," she mumbled.
"I'm being serious. Do you think he's weird?"
"He's quiet. He doesn't talk much, and when he does, it's usually to insult someone. He draws on himself, he hangs out with all the troublemakers, he's really violent- hey, remember last year? When he punched Ritsu in the face? That's what I'm talking about. He's freaky. He's different."
"You punched Roro in the face, you know. Last week."
"Yeah, but that's not the same!" Meiko hissed. "I'm loud and naturally angry! He's just...creepy when he gets mad! He's creepy in general!"
"So, you don't like him?"
"Well, that's..." She rested a finger against her lips. "I just don't get him."
Kaito gave a sidelong glance. "This could be a chance for that to change. Maybe you can bond over your anger. Who knows?" he mused, elbowing her in the arm.
"Whatever," Meiko groaned, adjusting the strap of her bag.
They reached a fork in the road about five quiet minutes later; this was the place they parted ways every day when they walked home together. Meiko turned on her heel, spinning toward the crosswalk on the other side of the street. "See you tomorrow, Bakaito! I'll be sure to get you the best present!"
"You can try! Rin's bested you two years in a row!"
"Shuddup, I'll surpass her this year, I swear!" Meiko smirked and waved a hand wildly over her head. "Tell Avanna I said 'hi'!"
Oh?
The moment he heard his mother's name slip from Meiko's lips, Kaito staggered, nearly slipping on a patch of ice as the weight of the word settled on him. Mom. How had he forgotten? How the hell had he forgotten that his own mother needed to be saved?
Maybe he'd been too caught up in Len's death to think about it. Going back in time was quite a rush, after all. His head wasn't on right. There was no fault to drawing a blank about this sort of thing.
All he could look forward to now was seeing her again, seeing her smile and her bright blue eyes dance as she recounted stories of her childhood and meeting Kaito's father and building a life with him. And losing him. And continuing onward because she was strong, because she had a heart of gold.
God, how could Kaito have forgotten?
He didn't even bother making his entrance into his house subtle. He just threw open the door and careened through the threshold, kicking off his shoes, flinging his bag off his shoulder all at once. "Mom, hey! I'm home!"
He clicked the door shut behind him, panting, exasperated from his wild dash across the snow-slick roads. Kaito peeked into the kitchen, and finding it empty, stepped out into the living room. Sure enough, Avanna was sprawled out on the sofa, a hand over her eyes and her feet propped up on an armrest. She lazily spread apart her fingers to peer at Kaito, a lazy smile gracing her lips. "I can see that," she hummed. "How was your day?"
"Good!"
"What'd you do?"
"We're starting a new assignment in literature and I aced a math test and I might join a band," Kaito said, the words slurring together at the speed of which he was speaking them. He was just finding it hard to believe this wasn't all a dream. Everyone was alive and well, and it made his throat close up as if trying to suffocate him.
Avanna shifted slowly into a sitting position and leaned her chin onto her fist. "Any idea what we're going to do for your party tomorrow?" she queried.
"I'm just going to have a few friends over, I think. Meiko and Roro and Rin and Len, probably."
"Len?" Avanna echoed. "As in, Rin's brother?"
"Uh-huh."
"I didn't know you two were friends."
Kaito twisted a foot into the carpet. "We're not. But I'm trying," he mumbled.
"That's sweet of you. So, what do you want for dinner?"
"Whatever you want, Mom."
"That's the third time this week you've said that," Avanna laughed, hoisting herself to her feet. She dusted off her dress and took a step toward Kaito, ruffling his hair affectionately. "What about tomorrow? And what kind of cake do you want?"
"Sandwiches and ice cream cake."
She cracked a grin and pulled him into a smothering embrace. "Ah, you're such a little kid sometimes! It's going to break my heart when you start driving in a few more years, and then you'll be moving out- my motherly soul can't take it!" she cried.
Kaito slowly wrapped his arms around her, desperate to confirm that this wasn't some sick apparition. This was real. All of this was real.
"I'm going to go out grocery shopping in a bit. Do you want to come?" Avanna said as she parted from him.
"Sure," Kaito hummed, pulling off his scarf and draping it on the back of the couch.
"Alright, let me just go get dressed- oh! And boy, do I have a story to tell you. That coworker of mine we hate? Lola? Sheesh, she's just...She's...I'll tell you all about it in the car!"
Then she was gone, and Kaito stood alone in the lounge, listening to the sound of his heartbeat as it slammed against his ribs. He tried to ignore the fact that he was crying. He really did.
But sometimes the weight of the world got the better of him.
Headcanon that Avanna is Kaito's mom. It seemed very cute and I wanted to include Avanna since I love her, so! There she is. Also Kaito is very childish, and it's literally my favorite thing. He's great. Oh, and super big thanks to UntitledReader who has really given me inspiration for this fic and has talked nonstop with me about Vocaloid these past few days! The Len and Rin memory scene was 100% for her since I have a feeling she'll enjoy it. :')) Hopefully you enjoyed this chapter, once again I apologize if it seems odd in any way! Review if it's your thing, see you later if not!
With love,
Hour.