The next morning was filled with a quiet silence, but that was probably because I was the only one up this early. Even the morning birds were just waking up.

I sat up, bed head and all and scratched my shoulder. My throat was unusually parched, maybe because of the concert. I stood up onto my feet, pulling at my oversized gray t-shirt with a pair of black cotton shorts underneath that were practically hidden and ventured out to the kitchen, not bothering to fix anything about my appearance because no one was up. I walked to the cabinets, the tile cool under my toes as I pulled out a small glass and put it under the running water that the fridge released in a soothing stream.

Once I got that I walked over to the sink where a window hovered above with lacy white curtains. I pushed them aside and looked out at the tree in the backyard, a slight breeze ruffling the changing leaves with sighs of air.

I leaned over the sink, my eyes watching the blades of grass sway and traced my eyes up to the pale sky shades of red pomegranates and yellow sunflowers, followed with the small traces of lavender and baby pink that reminded me slightly of Luka's hair.

It wasn't only quiet outside, but it was quiet inside my head. For once, I realized as I took a sip of refreshing water, my head wasn't churning. I felt calm and content with a glass in my hands and my blue hair making swirling patterns as it fell over my shoulders in tangles.

I could close my eyes and breathe, whether it had been because I had finally sung again or because I accepted my fate with the reality of the world around me I didn't know. Honestly though, I didn't really care to find out.

I heard footsteps behind me and looked around to see Hinata walking in, scratching his head with a yawn, his hair in crazy blond tufts.

I smiled at him, a small smile. This was the boy I was maybe ever so slightly in love with, if this was what love was.

Normally I would've felt embarrassed, but I didn't have time for that.

"Morning Hinata," Whether to address him with a kun or not to was something I was still confused about, so as of this moment right now, I was sticking to just Hinata.

"Miku?" Hinata looked through bleary eyes and then turned the slightest shade of pink at my appearance. "Did you just get up?"

I nodded.

"I see."

"Hinata," I stared at him with clear eyes.

"Yes Miku?" Hinata looked at me a bit nervously, keeping a distance.

"Can I ask you a question?"

He raised an eyebrow, "Sure."

"What was it like when you figured out that everyone and everything is different from you? That no one shares anything similar to the next. That in the end, we're alone within ourselves."

"That was deep Miku."

"I'm serious." I said.

He sighed, "Its common knowledge here Miku, everyone figures it out eventually. But in my opinion it's not entirely true."

"It's debatable?"

"Let me get a drink first, and then we can talk about it in my room."

Now I turned a little red, I couldn't help but be slightly embarrassed and nervous at that thought. I hadn't been in his room once since all of us moved in with Hinata.

I waited patiently for him to get what he came for and followed him out of the kitchen and into his room, which was actually quite tidy.

The bed was the only thing that was a mess. There was a computer desk off in one corner, a few soccer trophies on a wooden stand, a closet door opened ever so slightly. A soccer ball rested on a pair of cleats and a few posters hung on the wall. Some of bands and others related to sports. I saw on the floor, near the end of his bed, a small photo album labeled Renji and one that was piled on even more photo albums.

"Take a seat."

Hinata caught my attention, pulling my eyes from the white carpet and blue walls and sitting down at his computer desk chair.

He sat on the bed, placing his drink on the bed stand beside it.

"Alright, to answer your question," Hinata began.

I pulled up my legs, wrapped my arms around them and resting my chin on my knee to show he had my full attention.

"It is debatable, whether or not we are completely alone in the end."

"How," I tilted my head to the side in curiosity.

"Because we are never really truly alone Miku, look at the friends and people who surround us. We may die on our own, but there are thousands of people dying at the same exact moment you are."

"Really," I gasped.

He nodded, "It's been proven. Plus there are families."

"What do families have to do with anything?"

"Because no matter how much they bicker and bite at each other they will always share one thing."

"What's that?"

"Blood."

"Blood?"

Hinata nodded, leaning forward. "When a family is made they are connected by blood."

"What! How does that even happen?"

"Uh well…that's not something I think I should explain to you but nonetheless when you have a Mother and Father or a Brother and Sister, you all have the similar genetics and the same blood. It goes with the saying that blood runs thicker than water. That's why some friends will prick their skin and press them together to show that they now have an unbreakable bond that runs as thick as their blood." Hinata raised his palm to show a tiny scar in the palm of his hand and he gave a silly grin, "Of course, later on you realize that doing something like that is filled with possible diseases and such, but when it happens you don't really care."

I looked at my hand, empty of any shared blood.

"I wish I had a family."

"You do."

I looked up at him, "No I don't Hinata."

He smiles at me. "There's one more thing Miku, a family doesn't have to be connected by blood." He pointed to his heart, "As long as the bond is there and both work to keep it strong, it will last forever."

"Hinata, do you have that bond with Renji?"

"Yes I do."

"And your girlfriend,"

"Well…I've been struggling with myself lately."

"What do you mean?"

"I think my love for Mana is disappearing."

I felt my heart thud in my chest.

"Why do you think that?"

"Whenever I look at her, the feeling is gone. The feeling I got when I looked into her eyes or touched her hair. The feeling of comfort is also gone and I can barely say 'I love you' to her without feeling as though I'm being dishonest."

"How did that happen?"

He looked at me, just looked at me, his gaze penetrating straight through my soul. "I started to look into someone else's eyes, blindly at first, but one day…they just glowed. When everything was dark around them, their eyes shined the brightest."

"Can you tell me whose eyes they were?"

Hinata looked unsure for a moment. "I don't think I can."

"Why?"

"Because it's not right just yet," He looked away, down at his glass and I abruptly stood up. I didn't have time to wait anymore, my time was running out.

"Is it me?"

Hinata looked over at me, his face the reddest I had ever seen it. "What?" He exclaimed loudly.

"Do you have a crush on me Hinata? Do you love me?"

"Where is this coming from?" He tried to look anywhere but me.

"Because I love you Hinata," The words I could never say spilled from my throat, my voice floating around us, the atmosphere seemed to cling to those words and Hinata slowly looked at me.

"You love me?"

"I think."

"You think?" He looked dubiously at me.

"I don't exactly know what love feels like Hinata…but I know that this feeling is something I have only felt for you."

Hinata bowed his head, "I…I can't deal with this right now Miku. I'm still dating Mana and I'd hate to be the one to break her heart."

The feeling of what felt like rejection was so strong that I had to blink back sudden tears, I was not crying after I just about cried a lake yesterday.

"Can you just tell me…if they were my eyes?"

He didn't move, he didn't speak.

I left the room.

"How are you feeling, Gumi?"

The question was something that flooded Gumi's ears the rest of the day. I'm sure she got irritated of it at some point but she never showed any annoyance but just smiled and said "I'm fine."

I wasn't any better though, I practically clung to Gumi's side with Ia clinging to mine as soon as she woke up, tousled hair and a sore chin. She took some pain meds from Mimi and looked over at me every time my arm brushed hers, which was probably too often for her comfort. But I felt terrible, that this was the only way to make it up to her. When I stopped eating lunch together every day, when I didn't notice her pain, when I yelled at her dream.

I had been a terrible person to Gumi and although I'm sure she didn't blame me, it didn't change how I blamed myself. I will do whatever it takes till my guilt vanishes away.

We were sitting in the living room, watching some mindless program running on the TV screen, at least some of us. Gakupo and Luka were out training for their future jobs and Kaito was looking through a newspaper that contained other jobs that meant a college education and Aunt Mimi had to go into a whole explanation on that and it was pretty spectacular.

Hinata had left the house earlier, not long after our confrontation. Although it made me feel sad I did my best to not think about it, to not think of it as a rejection. The idea of that made my eyes water. It was clear Hinata needed time to think and I needed to respect that. I worried though, maybe I had jumped forward too quickly. Was my confession too soon? With the time I had left, it was all I could do for now.

Surprisingly enough there was good news for the day when Tamaki walked in the door and Aunt Mimi ran up to him, snatching papers from his hands and reading over them with excited eyes.

She turned around to us, Tamaki standing nonchalantly behind her, looking off in a different direction.

Aunt Mimi waved the papers in her hands. "We've done it!"

"What have we done?" I asked.

"Ia, Piko, Mayu, Oliver, I've finally got you all enrolled in school!"

Most of them all jumped up in excitement, Ia looking at me with sparkling violet blue eyes, her pale hands grabbing mine and pulling me up from the couch to dance in circles, her smile contagious as she ended her dance with a hug. "Finally, we can start another chapter of our life!"

Mayu clapped her hands together happily, "Do they have Lolita styled uniforms?" She asked.

"What grade am I entering exactly?" Piko asked.

Oliver still sat, the only one who didn't move despite the excitement, but instead settled with a small smile.

"Yes Ia, we can start your new chapter together." I told her happily.

I looked over at Tamaki, it was hard to understand him. He wanted to appear indifferent to our situations, act as though he didn't care. But he always seemed to work miracles into our life.

I had to make sure I thanked him, for everything.

I feel like it took me longer to type this then my other chapters, unfortunately though I experienced writing block a little with this. So I apologize if I took longer then usual. And if the chapter is too short lol, I just wanted to get you guys a new chapter. And a big one too, Miku's confession is here! Although I wasn't planning on having it so soon it just kind of happened, as though Miku was the one writing and not me. Or guiding me or what not, as weird as that sounds.

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