(A/N: Thanks to your encouragement, I decided that I'll write the Kaito omake.)

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Re: Ice Cream

~Kaito's POV~

I first felt true happiness when I was two and a half years old.

It was when I first tasted ice cream.

The sweet, creamy taste of Vanilla Haagen-Dazs brought joy to my puerile heart.

Even though my small, chubby hands could barely hold the cone, and half of it fell onto the ground, that was the day I first fell in love. .

I loved ice cream for the rest of my life, more than anything or anyone else.

It was the most beautiful of loves. I loved ice cream, and nobody could ever say that it didn't love me back.

Every single day, I visited the local Dairy Queen, and ordered whatever was the most likely to kill an ordinary person from its tooth-rotting sweetness. I, of course, am no ordinary person.

I am none other than... KAITO SHION!

Alas, like many of love story, my story did not end well.

One day, the Queen of the land I live in decided that she was going to annihilate all the ice cream parlours of the land.

She claimed that it was because there was too much obesity in her Queendom.

I know that what she claimed was a LIE. Queen Rin was an evil girl. All she wanted was to destroy the happiness that ice cream parlours gave many people. Especially people who found their number one happiness them, like me.

I was there the day Queen Rin smushed my favourite Dairy Queen. I saw the cruel smile on her seemingly-innocent face. When she saw me, for some reason, her expression softened, but I know it was because no person, no matter how evil, can hold such a creepy grin for long.

As the Dairy Queen suffered through its slow, painful, and tragic demise, tears streamed down my face the waters of the Nile River. I collapsed to the ground, went into fetal position, and started sucking my thumb.

There was no hope. My only source of happiness had been destroyed.

The next day, I could barely bring myself to think properly. Everything seemed so lucid without my ice cream. For once my mind felt clear. I knew that something was very wrong. I was out of character. I couldn't be so intelligent. I was Kaito Shion, the Prince, the Sasquatch, the Ice Cream-Loving Maniac, but certainly not anything associated to having brain cells. I found myself capable almost solving the problem involving the Grand Unified Theory. I could was interested in reading War and Peace , and I read it within half an hour.

Disturbed by new-found smartitude, I walked sadly down the street to see if fresh air could make it go away. Then, I smelled something delicious coming out of a small bakery. My mind immediately returned back to its normal, deluded, state.

I entered the bakery, and saw Haku, the woman who used to serve ice cream at my favourite Dairy Queen, working there. I was overjoyed.

"Haku!" I exclaimed gleefully, and ran towards her, "I haven't seen you in ages!"

With her usual apathy, she responded, "Kaito, I saw you yesterday."

"What is that delightful smell?" I asked, ignoring her indifference.

"Oh, that," Haku said, "sponge cake."

"Can I buy... let me see..." I counted on my fingers, "one, two, three... hmmm... nine slices!"

"Okay..." she answered, "That'll be twelve dollars and forty-eight cents."

I pulled out some cash and promptly handed it to her, and she passed me my beautiful slices of sponge cake.

I giddily ran outside the shop and eagerly nommed down of one of them.

I had found a new true love.

A young, blond girl walked up to me. She seemed familiar from somewhere, but everyone looks the same to me, so I probably didn't know her. The girl said something unintelligible.

Not knowing what to do, I asked her if she wanted some sponge cake, but she declined and ran off.

For the life of me, I can't understand why she wouldn't want a taste of heaven.

THE END

(A/N: WOOHOO! FINISHED! I DIDN'T MAKE ANY AUTHORS NOTES THIS WHOLE CHAPPIE! Except for this one...)

(A/N: I called this chapter "Re: Ice Cream" because it's loosely connected to the main story, like how "Re: Birthday" is loosely connected to the "Story of Evil" Anyways, thanks for reviewing, or just reading this fic. Because of your support, I now know that there are indeed other people who are tired of cliche Vocaloid song retellings.)