A/N: And here it is! The Valentine's day update! Happy V-day; hope you're having more luck in love than Len and Kaito currently are. :( I promise it'll get better eventually. Hope you all enjoy the next two chapters. Don't forget to review, my little lovelies, so I know what you think. :)


"You aren't saying anything," Len said, unnecessarily. His eyes were narrowed in suspicion, which only grew with Kaito's silence. "You aren't saying anything!" he cried. He pressed a fist to his mouth and made a noise that was somewhere between a sob and a scream, and Kaito couldn't tell which it was, if either. "It's true!" he continued, in a high, hysterical voice he had never heard before. "Oh God, it's true . . ." He uncovered his face and spoke harshly. "Who is it? Who is she?"

He opened his mouth to speak and Len cut him off.

"Or are you still going to try and tell me that there is nobody else, that I'm the only one, that you'll wait for me?"

Kaito closed his eyes. Clearly, this was mockery, and there was nothing he could say to make it better. You deserve this, he told himself. You really do.

"You know, I believed you that day."

I know you did. I half believed myself.

"I saved myself for you. I waited."

I tried to, Len, I really did. I never meant for anything to happen, for you to be hurt . . .

"And this is how you repay me." A bitter laugh rose from him. "My own naivety disgusts me."

". . . Not as much as my unfaithfulness disgusts me."

Len looked up in surprise; it was the first time Kaito had spoken in awhile. His mouth twisted. "It ought to." He laughed suddenly, and not in amusement. "Finished. Before we ever even began."

Because of her. But really . . . "I never promised you anything," he said, and if he was guilty at saying the words, Len's scathing look made him feel filthy.

"So because you didn't literally say I promise I'll wait for you . . ." He trailed off, shaking his head and looking as though he didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. "Damn you."

Yes, damn me. For nearly breaking your heart once, and for waiting until later to actually do so. For killing your hope, your dreams, your naivety—yes, damn me.

"I don't suppose you would care if I apologized." The words were cold, biting.

"When I don't even know what you did?" he said shrilly, eyes like lightning. "Or with who?"

"Think. If I told you—" His voice was calm, but to Len it was cold, chilling . . . heartless. The voice of a man who denied his devotion, looked for loopholes, lied about love . . . "Would it help any, or just make it worse?"

"Both," Len replied, softly, then spat, "But why should I care? You don't even feel like I should know, that I'm worthy of your consideration, so why should I care about you!"

Shouldn't. Can't help it, though. Love him. Have to know.

"You shouldn't," Kaito said, somber. "This is completely my fault."

At that, Len looked up, his expression daring him to be joking.

"If I had turned you away three years ago, as I meant to do, none of this would be happening right now, because you'd hate me too much to care."

"Or it would be exactly the same as it is now—I'd still love you so much that I'd have to care, whether I wanted to or not. Even if it hurt me."

Kaito felt himself softening; he felt indescribably weak at the admission Len's words had just implied, unworthy . . . Would he ever feel worthy?

God, Len, I love you too—so much it scares me. Why do you think I had to have another, had to forget, had to run from this, from us? We, together, are so difficult, so impossible, and I hate loving you just as you hate loving me, but I can't see living without you, my love, even though we—us—will never be easy. Why is it so damn hard? Why can't I tell you this?

"I love you," Len said, very clearly and deliberately, and the words hurt him, hurt him so.

You were always the stronger of us, never afraid to admit to the emotion, but me, I'm just like you said—I run, I hide, I even tried to forget, I was unfaithful, and I should have known what I would get. I'm finally getting what I wanted, and now that it's here, I want so badly to take it back. Take it back . . .

But Len went on, heedless of his soliloquy. "But it's obvious to me now," he said, "that you don't love me back."

But I love you more than anything! So much I can't stand it. But I can't say that now; I'll only hurt you more.

"You should never have let me think you did, Kaito. You probably never thought I would take you so seriously, but it was still a terrible thing—to let me hope." He shook his head, eyes glassy. "Now I think I'll never hope again. No wonder people are so bitter when it comes to love . . . it's because people like you break their hearts. At least now I understand. Thank you for that. At least I got something out of this, even if it wasn't what I wanted." He glanced at Kaito. "You can leave now."

Slowly, Kaito rose to his feet. The ground was blurry, his face was hot, and yet he couldn't bring himself to walk away. "Len . . ."

Say it! I love you, Len Kagamine—say it! I'm sorry—say it!

". . . Goodbye."

Go to hell.