Kaito POV

"What?"

Rin looked dazed momentarily, and then returned her gaze to my eyes. She looked down, biting her lip as she played with the tablecloth.

Len still had a bloodthirsty look in his eyes.

"Get out!"

"Say," I said, amused. "How did you figure it out?"

Len glowered at me. "You moved your glass to your lap, which was how you transferred the poison into your glass. You switched yours and Rin's glasses when she got up. I figured it out, and right as she took a sip, I knocked it out of her hands. Now get out!"

"Kaito," said their mom, coming downstairs, oblivious to everything that had just happened. "Would you like to stay for dinner?"

It's nine thirty, woman.

Len's eyes flashed at me, but Rin ignored Lola. Or she didn't hear her. Oh, that's right. She didn't hear her.

"No thanks. I have work to do."

And with that, I got up and left without a backwards glance.

Rin POV

Man, how hard is it to go one week without someone trying to kill you? If you're me, REALLY HARD.

I fiddled with the tablecloth, tears threatening burst out of my eyes. My eyelashes fluttered rapidly and Len leaned over. I smiled lopsidedly at him and got up.

"Night, Len."

I turned before I caught his reply.

"Wait, dear! Dinnertime!" said Lola hastily.

"Not hungry."

And with that, I trudged upstairs.

When I finally flopped on my bed, I felt anger surge through me. Why me? Why was I constantly putting SOME godforsaken person (Len and Lola) in danger? I felt like I had that one time when I'd blown up at Dad.

I was mad at a variety of people now.

Len, because he was just so darn hard to leave.

Lola, because she was better a mom than I'd ever had.

Dad, because he was, well, dad.

Rinto because... Well, I'll get back to him.

Mom, because... Oh yeah, I'm not mad at you.

I'm mad at me.

I lost you, Mom. We lost you, Dad and I. How was I to know you couldn't swim? I was a careless seven-year-old. I just wanted to swim, swim in the ocean. To see the pretty waves. Dad, how could you? How could you and Rinto take off to buy a hot dog, knowing so well that Mom would have to take me, and that she couldn't swim?

And then you were swept away.

Sure, Rinto came and got me before I drowned, but he could've- no, should've- saved you.

I'm sorry.

And for the first in a long time from sadness, I burst into tears.

Suddenly, I felt arms wrap around my waist. Blond hair touched my ears, and Len took my hand, slowly kissing each fingertip while I cried.

"Bunny, what's wrong?" I had seen him speak through my tear-filled eyes.

"I think..." I said, my voice feeling pathetically choked. "I think we have to break up."

He spun me around sharply to face him. His eyes were passively looking straight down into mine. A half smile quirked his mouth up. I pouted helplessly.

"Don't smile; you're making this really hard for me!"

"You're serious? Positive you wanna break up?"

I looked wearily at him.

"I swear I won't go easy on you. Just because you're the prettiest, most perfect girl I've ever given my heart to."

"I just don't want you to get hurt," I looked up at him, pain in my eyes. "Because of me."

"When did I ever get hurt because-?" he began to argue.

"Car incident, you almost got a concussion."

His eyes darkened and he sighed, twirling a lock of my hair around his finger.

"So yes, I do wanna do this."

"It's gonna be like a high school break-up." He warned, his eyes only faintly joking. "You know, ignoring, being cold, all of that."

He got up and went to the door, a teasing yet meaningful smile on his face.

"You're gonna beg me to steal your heart back, sweetheart."

I'm totally gonna regret this.