Two Months Later….

Meiko.

After all the complicated love stories that have been going on during the last few weeks, things are finally becoming normal again. Well, as normal as the members of Vocaloid can get. My lovely, dysfunctional little family is pulling itself together again!

Miku - after her break up, it took her about a whole month to get over that one! - has miraculously decided she's going to concentrate on something other than boys! Apparently, her plan is to concentrate on her music. She's trying to pick an instrument she wants to learn to play, although, I don't think it'll be any time soon when she decides.

"I want to learn to play an instrument!" Miku declared to the family last week. As soon as she mentioned it, she was bombarded by suggestions.

"I suggest the piano," Luka replied smoothly. Did I mention that? Miku apologised to Luka soon after the 'incident', and said she was just a little shocked when she found out about Luka and Mikuo's accidental antics. Luka accepted her apology graciously, and apologised quickly herself. Though it took a little time, they're now back to being as thick as thieves! Miku's constantly going to Luka with the latest snippets of gossip, and when she has a problem, she goes straight to Luka. Generally. If she has a problem with something like….alcohol, for instance, and whether to drink it, she comes straight to me.

"Luka! That's boring," Rin said, in an unnecessary loud voice. "Go for an electric guitar!"

"No, no, no! A keytar is much cooler." Len chimed in, earning himself a playful shove from Rin. He stuck his tongue out at her, and they wrestled in the carpet. Rin ended up pinning Len, and was rewarded with a small, puckered-lip kiss, from the said boy.

Yes, Rin and Len are dating now. They insist that they're mirror images. 'It means we're made for each other,' Rin tells us cheerfully. None of us really have a problem with those two youngsters being together. We don't have a problem with them being together. In fact, it saves us trying to steer them away from the kind of girlfriends and boyfriends that would worry us to death. We all assumed that Len would end up with some possessive, bitch of a girl, with a lip ring and atrociously dyed hair.

However, we ( we being the older members of Vocaloid; Myself, second in command Luka, Kaito and Gakupo) knew all along that Rin would end up with some sweet boy. She'd never end up with someone who would try and control her - that girl's a free spirit, I tell you!

Talking about free spirit's, and love and dating and such, Mikuo has found himself a new crush! I think that boy's got a thing for older women. He hangs on Neru's ever word; it's like watching a student taking notes for a test, the way he looks at her. His eyes fill with interest and affection whenever her sees her.

Neru tolerates him. Nobody's sure how this is going to turn out. I mean, everybody knows that if Neru doesn't like someone, she shoots them down straight away. But that hasn't happened yet, not with Mikuo.

He's still a little edgy with Luka though. To be fair, she did break his poor, little, aqua heart. Whenever they're together, I can see Luka pretending to be busy - fiddling with her clothes, writing notes, checking her phone. Oh well. I assume that time will heal the wounds that were left on both those suckers.

But more likely, is that Gakupo is healing Luka's wounds a hell of a lot quicker than time ever could. They're going strong, and Gakupo moved back in to Luka's house. I think it's cute really. They argue sometimes - in that, couple-y, joke-ish way. They always end up laughing though, never shouting or crying or, dare I say it? Throwing lamps at each other.

And as for me and Kaito? Well….That's still on my nonexistent 'to-do' list. I do have an existing 'to-do' list. But it's from last month. The list is all checked off, and the only things to do on it were: Remove hair extensions (hello, short hair!)/ get rid of crappy magazines and buy more toothpaste. I'm proud of myself for completing those three simple tasks.

The house is awfully quiet today. I can hear Miku on her laptop, looking at violins, and guitars and pianos, and God knows what. Kaito is in the kitchen, munching on ice cream - I can't hear him, but it's what he's most likely to be doing. Rin and Len are out for about the hundredth time this month. They're always out now, being the ideal teenage couple.

This is going to sound pathetic, and I haven't even had any sake this morning. But I must admit, I am a little bit, childishly jealous of how easy it is for those mirror image, girlfriend, boyfriend kids. It's not fair is it?

Jesus, I sound like Miku.

The night after her and Kaito broke up, she came into my room with the most miserable face I've ever laid eyes on. She was looking at me accusingly. I was surprised to see her - it was unusual for her to be in my room at ten o' clock, or whatever time it was.

"It's not fair," she whispered, shaking all over. "He still loves you. He's always loved you." She was leaning heavily on my door, as I just sat on my bed with my legs crossed watching her. I could see glimpses of my hair extensions in the mirror, and I nearly pulled them out myself. They were really bugging me.

"Miku," I murmured, struggling to find any words that would comfort her. I was surprised she was there, telling me about her sorrows. "Come here." I patted the space on the bed. She sat next to me with her head down, still quivering.

"It's just not fair!" She repeated. Her shoulders shook as she began to cry - big gulping sobs. " It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair. I would have done anything for him, and he still would've come running home for you. I could've covered myself in that stupid, shitty ice-cream, and he still would have given you all his attention. I just don't get it. I just don't get it."

I stared at Miku with wide eyes. The poor girl was hysterical - and not in the funny way. I wrapped my arms around her, cautiously at first, and pulled her close. She may be the biggest drama queen I know. She may cause trouble and drama at times. But she's just a kid. And kids need adults to look up to.

"Kaito's an idiot. Miku, there are guys everywhere who would kill to be with a girl as sweet as you. All over the world. One day, you will meet someone who will make Kaito look as good as a dog turd. You hear me? Get that into your head," I told her firmly.

"But you love him," she cried into my shoulder. "You love him."

We sat there for at least an hour in near silence as Miku continued to weep into my shoulder. I felt like a mother, waiting for her young daughter to nurse herself into happiness. Eventually, Miku sniffled herself to drowsiness and sat, bleary eyed on my lap. She ran the back of her hand roughly across her nose, and left, without another word.

I wish I'd never seen her like that.

"Meiko," I hear a knock on my door. What awful timing for Kaito to come calling.

"Come in, come in," I reply, as the door opens to reveal my ex-boyfriend. He closes the door gently and without being asked, comes and sits next to me on my bed. Many times had we kissed and laughed together on this bed, and now, here we are just sitting, like two human lumps.

"I was wondering-"

"Whether I've thought about me and you being an item, right?" I finish for him, enjoying the redness that appears on his cheeks.

"I was going to ask if you'd like to watch a film," he says, looking at me with an amused smile. "Do I weigh on your mind that much?"

"No. If anything, I think about sake more than you." I reply, looking at him with a stern expression. He returns my look with a hurt face.

"Does that mean I've got no chance? And you've hardly drank any sake for ages." He's obviously become unaccustomed to my blunt and slightly cruel nature.

"I'm not even sure if we'd still work as a couple," I say, hoping he doesn't realise that I am truly nervous. " I mean, it's not like we've been very close for a while." I continue, avoiding Kaito's gaze.

"But do you still love me?" He wonders aloud, taking my hand in his. I nearly recoil, but stop myself. It's not like we're kissing. We're just holding hands, after all.

"Do you ever stop loving someone?" I ask with equal seriousness, as his eyes meet mine. I'd forgotten how wonderful he looks when he isn't goofing around or eating ice cream. When he's serious, he looks so much more masculine. His jaw somehow looks firmer, and his eyes look…..wise? So blue. He's so blue, and I'm so red. Why am I thinking in colours?

He draws me closer, and I can smell him. That musky, man scent that is bottled for colognes and deodorants - I can smell it all over him. How could I forget all this? My heart thumps, and I'm tempted to close my eyes.

Kaito's hand lingers on my jaw. His thumb lies on my cheek, and I feel like all my sense have suddenly become enhanced. The texture of his skin. The colours that seem to light up the room. The smell. I can hear him breathing. I can hear the blood rushing inside of me; I can feel the anticipation of letting our feelings run wild.

I feel his lips on mine. At first, the kiss is fleeting, he leaves me wanting more. The brushing of our lips blossoms into a slow, gentle, exchange of emotions. If the kiss were a colour, it would be indefinable. The blushing pink of a rose; the perfect white of an elegant swan. Delicate buttery yellow, and the cool blue of his hair. Why did we never kiss like this before?

"Meiko," he says quietly, as if if we speak too loud, surely the spell will be broken. I've missed him. I've missed his gentle voice, and the melting-butter feeling that it brings inside. I've missed goofing around with him, instead of laughing at him for it. I've missed feeling needed and wanted. And I don't care what the world says - it does not make me less of a woman for thinking like that. It is not a crime to like being in love with someone. You can be independent and in a relationship at the same time.

I want to be close to him. The urge is almost overpowering. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and bury my head into his chest. I sit on his lap, and it is the most innocent gesture.

"Why weren't we like this before?" I ask him quietly, listening to his heart. He is so alive. We're so young, and alive and lovely. I've never felt so sappy in my life.

"Because we never realised how great we are together. We never knew it could be like this." He explains, resting his head on mine.

I sent you away,

And regretted it, quick,

I never knew,

That you and I were so good,

If I could turn back time,

And change my words,

The words, 'It's over'

Would be left unheard.

I could aplogise,

And hide all my life,

But I'm not a coward,

So please let me stay,

Is it too late?

Or do I still, have a chance?

All I want to do,

is get back to you.

Dedicated to my dearest - By Kaito Shion.

AN: And now, all is said and done! So, readers, what do you guys think?