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Why is the whole goddamn household so bloody noisy this morning? Musica snarled mentally. It was true, too. It was no contest to see who woke up the latest each morning. It was usually narrowed down to Licia and Musica. Musica would lie in bed like a log, while the rest of the household would go on as per usual.

The 'rest' consisted of not only Haru, Elie, Plue and Licia, but also of Griff, Shiba, Cattleya, Nakajima, Remi and Solacido. Sometimes, Musica thought he'd go crazy; that was when he'd escape for a midnight stroll down his favourite path, which always ended in staring at the sea from the little pavilion.

But today was unusually noisy. Stupid people. Just coz they got 12 hours of sleep doesn't mean everyone did! Pushing the pillow over his head, he wondered if Melodia would wake him up today. She usually did. She'd dance into the room, and sing out

"Musica!" The door banged open. Musica literally jumped; the bang had been loud. Even more confused than ever, he slowly got up, looking bemusedly at a very disheveled looking Licia, still in her pyjamas. She was panting loudly, obviously she had just run a great distance.

"Good morning to you too, honey," Musica greeted her wryly.

"Shut up," she responded automatically, and then hastily clamped her mouth shut. "Sorry." Huh? Why the hell is she apologizing to me? Like she ever does. "Musica...hurry. Please come. Hurry!" She crossed the room in four strides, grabbed his hand with surprising strength, and hauled him out of bed.

"Oh, stop stop," Musica mocked as she dragged him with difficulty across his room. "You're being too gentle...I'm not that fragile you know-ow!" She had dragged him to the extent of him suffering carpet burns. He tried not to grimace, and he took his time scrambling to his feet. Licia looked like she wanted to kill him, but the murderous look disappeared in one of mingled sorrow and sympathy and fear.

"Please, Musica...hurry." Her eyes were starting to look...teary??

Licia had never cried in front of him.

Music frowned. "Fine, sorry, ok?"

Licia blinked. "Eh? Sorry for what??" She looked a little confused now, as well. Musica sighed and threw up his hands.

"For whatever heinous crime I've committed now that's making you blubber!" Licia looked furious, and she took one aggressive step towards Musica. Ow, he thought. Whatever I've done; it must be pretty bad...she's really mad!

Then the water burst. The tears began to come quickly, and she gave Musica a little shove. "Stupid!" she cried out, and dashed through the corridor. At the end of the hallway, she stopped, and tumbled into Melodia's room. And all this he watched in astounded silence.

"What the hell?" he swore, running his fingers through his hair. He stalked to Melodia's room, wondering where the hell everyone was, and why Licia was acting so weird.

As he pushed open the door, a very extraordinary sight met his eyes.

The whole household was assembled there, and Licia was slumped disconsolately on the pouf, being patted by Elie. As Musica entered, Elie straightened.

Softly, she said, "Musica...maybe you should sit down and take some caramel..."

"He doesn't need calcium at a time like this!!!" hissed Haru, loudly enough for him to hear. Musica looked back and forth between them confusedly.

"Hey, guys. What's going on?? Licia, what's wrong? Why's everyone here? Where's Melodia?" He was getting dizzy...So many questions...

Total silence met his questions; save for a few sniffles from Licia.

"Guys?"

Haru stepped forward, swallowing hard. "Why do I have to do this?" he muttered. To Musica he said, "Musica...we have some..." – here he looked down, seemingly unable to meet Musica's eyes –"bad news for you..."

Musica felt apathy. "What?"

The throng parted, and he looked at the bed, where a figure lay, wrapped in blankets. "Melodia?" Musica breathed. He rushed to her bedside. Yes – it was indeed Melodia. She lay there, pale faced and beautiful. But her chest wasn't rising. Musica grabbed her limp wrist, and felt for a pulse he never found.

"Dead?"

He sank to his knees. Melodia. Dead. Melodia. His love. No more; gone forever. He laughed weakly. "C'mon, you all. Is today April 1st? Huh? Is it? This is some kinda joke, right? C'mon Melodia; wake up. Game over, girl." He shook her a little. No response. More violently. She didn't bat an eyelid. He grabbed the glass of wine off the table and poured it on her face.

She didn't react at all.

She was dead.