Kaito woke up with Miku next to him. He suddenly felt horrible about himself. This was what he wanted, for it to be him and Miku. Only problem was Meiko. He may not have loved her in a romantic way, but he loved her. He'd hurt her. He'd betrayed her. As his vision was drawn to the sleeping Miku, he looked at how beautiful she was. How amazing she was. He stopped thinking, and just watched her. Is it creepy to watch a girl while she sleeps…? He asked himself, his stare continued. Eventually, Miku slowly awakened. She smiled when she saw Kaito, pulled herself up to give him a kiss.

"Good morning." She said.

Kaito smiled, "Good morning."

"Is it… Monday?" Miku asked. She watched Kaito as he got up from his bed.

"Yeah. I think we have a dress rehearsal for that concert." Kaito was putting on his clothing. Miku followed his actions, attempting to locate her pants.

"Are.. are we okay?" Miku asked, she turned to Kaito. It was weird now. She feared the new change in relationship. Perhaps they'd never speak again. Kaito stopped what he was doing and grabbed Miku, pulling her into another passionate kiss. It was becoming familiar, which was nice.

"Of course we are." Kaito spoke, he smiled to his friend… girlfriend…? "Miku," now that he had an opportunity he decided to ask, "what-well-what exactly is our relationship now..."

"Meiko..." Miku now felt bad. Meiko didn't like Miku, but that didn't mean Miku wanted to hurt Meiko. The fact was staring her in the face: she hurt Meiko. She hurt a member of her family and it felt awful. Kaito was Meiko's boyfriend. He was Meiko's world. "I don't know, Kaito… I like you a lot. I have for a while, but I don't know."

Kaito began thinking again. Kaito pulled her close to him and hugged her, "It's okay, Miku. We don't have to know."


Len sat in his room, solitary as he often was. Yet the silence didn't bother him as it bothered most. He preferred it. He sat with a good book. One he'd read a million times, with tattered pages and a breaking spine. He sat on his bed, legs crossed, head against a wall. He relaxed, reciting the words in his head before the words were written. It made him happy. Nearly everyone in the house perceived him as grumpy, he heard from Rin that someone said, "He's incapable of feeling anything besides annoyed." An incorrect observation in every aspect. He wasn't annoyed when around other people, just awkward and uncomfortable. He was cloaked in this really weird bubble of, "please don't touch me," "that wasn't funny but I'll try to laugh anyway," "I don't see the appeal in this," when in social situations. That let go when he was with Rin and a good book. He wished he could be like Rin, sociable. Everyone liked her.

This silence and deep thought was penetrated by distant weeping. Everything sounds louder in silence. Reluctantly, Len stood to try to see what was going on. He looked throughout the house, everyone was gone. Len remembered, everyone went out on a shopping trip before this big dress rehearsal. No wonder things were so quiet. He peered into Meiko's room. Observed her slouched position, as if she was attempting to hold the broken pieces together. The way she held a bottle of sake so close to her, as if it was her only friend. Frankly, the image pained him. It pained him to see her face puffy, red, tearful. Her screams of frustration pained him. Her acts of violence, punching a wall with all her might, it pained him. It was a slightly uncomfortable feeling for him, yet he continued watching. Meiko never once noticed him.

For the duration of the day, Meiko was on his mind. He was worried about her. Even though he didn't know her he felt like something was wrong. He'd never seen someone so upset, so pained. This knot in his stomach stayed all through the dress rehearsal. Yet even as he felt uncomfortable, he noticed something peculiar. Miku and Kaito were immensely distant. He could feel the tension, so thick you could cut through it. The two averted eye contact, stealing glances as the other was distracted. Apologizing profusely when bumping into one another. Their duets, however, sounded magnificent. They balanced nicely. Yet as soon as the music stopped the dialogue ended. Only silence remained between them. He knew exactly what it meant. Would he tell them he knew? No. Would he tell Meiko? No. He remembered Luka described these kind of situations as, "better left to grown-ups." Yet it didn't prevent him from feeling bad for Meiko. It was very rude, yet he didn't think Kaito knew exactly what he was doing.

Kaito didn't seem to know much. Not because he was a jerk, a fool, an idiot, or insensitive to Meiko's feelings. Kaito and Meiko just seemed to have this familiar distance. Kaito hadn't seen Meiko drunk at ten in the morning, nor had he heard her crying herself to sleep, or watch her punch a wall in utter frustration an despair. Come to think of it, Len hadn't even seen the two of them in the same room for months. Kaito didn't know that Meiko was in such an awful state, he didn't know the consequence of his actions. Miku as well. No one knew Meiko anymore. This was everyone's excuse for not helping her. Understandable. Who would willingly get involved in such sorrow when it truly wasn't any of their business. Well, what sane person anyway. Maybe Len wasn't sane.

Could Len be her friend? Was that allowed? He could try.