Even I am appalled at my own hiatus. To continue the story with an ordinary approach would not suffice, so the beginning of Chapter 7 will be a brief synopsis of what has happened before. A thousand apologies.

And I hope you will be willing to once more plunge into this story of mine with equal enthusiast.

ONWARD LA CORDA! (LOL)

The story so far (due to my hiatus)

Len was 21 when he took in the 6 orphans, so far Kazuki's and Azuma's relatives have surfaced. Kazuki's mom was thrown in jail, Azuma's grandma MIA-ed, fear not I'll bring her back, and recently Ryoutaro's confesses that he has a girlfriend. Just who is this lucky girl and how did it happen will be told now. (I bet ya'll probably can guess who she is ahahaha)

Chapter 7 : On Love

It has been three weeks ever since Ryoutaro told Len the shocking news. I have a girlfriend. Len rubbed his temples and sighed to himself. Upstairs, the door opened and Hamai Misa walked out full of disappointment. Behind her, Ryoutaro followed her down the stairs, his gaze fixed on the floor and his face full of guilt.

"How was the lesson?" Len lifted his head.

Hamai Misa just pursed her lips and gave a dismayed look at the young boy.

"He has great talent, but he seems to be rather distracted lately."

That's because he has a girlfriend… A voice dreaded in Len's head. Hamai sighed and saw herself out of her son's house while Len returned to the couch.

Len directed his question at the young boy. "What's wrong? You were fine two weeks ago, what happened, you got yourself a second girlfriend?"

"No, it's just that, she asked me out on a date."

Len raised an eyebrow. "She asked you out? Shouldn't it be the other way around?"

"And she asked me to pick a 'romantic' place to eat, but Len-nii, I don't have any idea at all!" Ryoutaro looked at Len in distress, hoping that this older and "experienced" man in front of him would be able to give him some advice. But Len just looked away, because he didn't have the slightest idea either.

Len was saved from the agony of Ryoutaro looking at him with pleading eyes when Keichii entered the scene with a bunch of music theory books.

"Len-nii how do you transpose a horn?"

"Horns always sound lower," Ryoutaro replied before Len, reaching for the theory book. "Here I'll show you." Keichi climbed up beside Ryoutaro on the other side of the sofa and Len took this opportunity to escape.

He needed real advice. And even though he hated to admit it, the only person he could turn to now is none other than that gossip-machine Amou Nami.

"Helloooo~ The awesome Amou speaking!" greeted Amou.

"Morning Amou-san, listen, I need some advice…"

"Hold on! Could you repeat that? Did the Great Len Tsukimori just ask me for advice? God I need to record this call!"

"Spare me the drama Amou-san,"

"Hahaha, just kidding. Wassup?" Amou hummed. Len could hear the coffee machine whirring in the background.

"Ryoutaro has a girlfriend and…" But his words were cut off by a loud distortion on the other end of the line. There were clattering sounds and Amou's voice returned after a while.

"Sorry I dropped the phone." She said, clearing her throat. "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"

"I wish I was joking," sighed Len. "What's wrong with kids these days anyway? Isn't 12 a little too young?"

"Well he'll be 13 in 3 months."

"That's not the point…"

"Ok, so he got himself a girlfriend. So what? Is his guy friend jealous?"

Len never thought about that. "No…"

"His girlfriend's bestie is jealous cause they both like the same guy?"

"What? This ain't some Shoujo manga you know."

"You're jealous?"

"Nice try."

"Then what?!"

Lowering his voice to a whisper, "His girlfriend asked him out on a date."

Another episode of distortion and frantic scattering sounds answered Len. Amou's phone obviously slipped off her hand again. When her voice finally returned to the phone, she blurted, "Shouldn't it be the other way around?"

I'm so glad you think the same way as me, Len thought to himself.

"That's what I told him. And apparently she asked him to bring her to a romantic place to eat. However, the problem is…"

"YOU HAVE NO ROMANTIC SUGGESTIONS FOR HIM HAHAHAHAHAHA." Amou finished him off in a burst of hysteric cackling.

He held the phone a few inches from his ear in distaste until Amou's cynical laughter finally died down.

"HAHA sorry it's just so funny to think that a high school heart throb has no idea where to bring a lady to for dinner hehehehe," Amou giggled.

What she said did have some truth in it. Len was a, how would you call it, a music/study-holic? He only cared about studying and getting that overseas scholarship during his studying years in Seiso Academy. He did hear occasional giggling of girls when he walked past them. Childish, he told himself then, and swatted them away without a second thought. I have no time for such petty relationships.

Len tried to remember the last time he actually liked somebody, and realized how pathetic his love life was. Does loving my mom count? Len wondered.

"Say how about meeting at Roberts in five minutes sound?" Len blurted. Speaking to her in person would probably be more productive.

"Ok sir, luckily for you today is one and only rest day of the week," Amou rebutted sarcastically.

Len grumbled and said a thank you before hanging up.

Quickly grabbing his wallet and coat, he saw Ryoutaro and Keiichi in the living room lying on their stomaches buried in theory books.

"Ryou, I'll promise to give you an answer by tonight."

The young boy lifted his head and flashed an innocent grin at him before returning to the clefs and bar lines. Len took a longer glance at him, he sure didn't look like someone who was in a relationship, or even one who was ready for a relationship.

As arranged, both adults met in the little café down from Len's house at seventeen minutes past noon. Len was drumming his fingers impatiently as he watched Amou's taxi roll into the parking area. She was wearing a dark blue dress with a white ribbon belt and an orchid brooch. A cream overcoat hung all the way to her calves and she had rose ear muffs over her head. January was still a chilly month, luckily the children were on winter break, Len couldn't imagine the medical expenses if they were all to come down with flu, fever or frostbite.

Amou entered the café and her honeyed long curls made several heads turn and some eyebrows to rise. Walking casually to where Len was seated, some of the male customers watched her with hungry eyes as this elegant tall lady approached the very lucky man in their opinion. Despite how majority of the people in the café regarded her as attractive, Len merely greeted her with the same poker face.

"You're late," he muttered.

One of the waitresses overhead him gave a little gasp, such an unbecoming attitude for a young man, totally unfit for a woman of such beauty.

"I understand that you have come to seek my help, have you not?" Amou asked irritably, "Please show a little more enthusiasm."

Len realizing he was indeed at her mercy, gave a sincere apology reluctantly.

"I've decided that for you to give the best quality advice to your young Ryou, you must have first hand experience of a proper date."

Len was quiet. He had a peculiar feeling about where this was heading. "And how do you propose I achieve this?" He tested the waters.

The attractive young woman opposite him with the pale sapphire eyes and locks of gold smiled cheekily.

"You sir, shall go on a date," she started.

He retracted, and braced his fate.

"With me."

Oh God. His premonition came true.

"N-now?" Len stuttered meekly.

"No, when we're eighty and old and on walking canes. C'mon." She said impatiently, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him out of the café.

Len merely had time to leave change and tip for the coffee and grab his coat before he was whisked by the woman in clacking heels into the open cold air. Oblivious to him was the silent clamour of the male customers when they left. For they had prayed they were not a couple, but alas her actions spoke otherwise. Crushed, they returned to their grey lives of sipping coffee and reading newspapers while the vibrant 'couple' started on their date on in the streets.

"Before we do anything, let me make one thing very clear," Amou broke. "Don't you dare fall in love with me."

Len snorted.

"Ooooh, you've got a lot of growing up to do, little boy," the girl said as she pulled him into the main street.

Len hastily wore his coat and gloves before Jack Frost could nip at his fingers. "So where are we going?" Len asked absentmindedly as the rows of shops and restaurants flashed past him.

"Lunch!" Amou slowed her pace. "I assume you're paying."

"Can't make a lovely lady like you pay, can I?" Len remarked sarcastically.

"There! You're learning already! Good for you!" Amou took a sharp turn into an Italian restaurant at the end of the row. Petite and cozy, the waiter gave them a table by the window where there was privacy and sufficient sunrays.

"Rule number one, always wait for the girl to order first before ordering something more expensive than what she ordered. So that she won't feel like she's sucking your money."

Len never knew that. He definitely wouldn't mind paying more for the girl, but what Amou said made some serious sense.

"Two, only start eating when both dishes have arrived and three, pace yourself such that you two finish at approximately the same time. It'd be awkward if either one finished way early and had to watch the other eat."

Again Amou spilled her golden nuggets of advice onto Len.

While they waited for their food to arrive, Amou started conversation by asking, "Tell me, what kind of girls do you like?"

Len was surprised at the question. "It's personal." He brushed her off.

"Good good. I wasn't expecting a straight answer from you. But this question should help you to think about Love more seriously, about who you want to date properly or just for a fling." Amou rambled.

"Get to the point," Len asked suspiciously.

Her blue gaze met his darker azure orbs intently. "Nothing gets pass do, huh." She swirled the straw around her Shirley Temple lazily. "I'm talking about Ryou, obviously. He doesn't look like he's serious in the relationship at all."

It was as if Amou was speaking right from his heart, Len felt a strange connection to this lady whom he'd always deemed annoying.

"Speaking from the point of an honest friend, girls at that age mature much faster than boys do," she started, looking carefully at him after every few words to make sure she didn't offend him.

"Go on," Len urged.

"And my guess is that, she has matured to the point where love has opened its doors on her and like a new thrill, her adventurous spirit brought her to Ryou. I'm not saying she isn't serious. Boy, girls at that age are as serious as anything, but no matter what, she is still immature."

"And your point?" Len still didn't quite get what Amou was trying to say.

Sighing, she said bluntly, "I'm asking you, to tell Ryou to reconsider his relationship seriously. Love isn't just a game for two." Amou paused. "Didn't that line sound like it came from a song? Anyway," she continued, "it is mutual, and it is about respect, happiness, and most importantly, growing up."

There was a moment of silence as the words sunk into Len. I don't fully understand what she's saying. I get the part about happiness, isn't that why couples are always smiling? But not the rest, because…

"I've never been in love." Len whispered. It wasn't meant for anyone to hear, but it was sort of like his silent cry.

"Understanding Love is something that takes time, and repeated heartbreaks. Someone once told me, the only time someone has fully grown, is when he or she has had fallen in love with three types of people. The first is the best friend, to teach the person of the fine line between friendship and love. Second is the perfect partner. To teach him or her that no one is perfect. And lastly, the person who is very alike to him or her, to bring to light the flaws they have. Sometimes these three types need not be three different people."

Len swallowed each syllable. He may not have gone through love before, but his maturity at age twenty one was sufficient in enabling him to understand what Amou just said.

"So actually today's 'date' had no purpose."

"Yeap, it was just my ticket to a free lunch," Amou smiled as she eyed the food being served.

"Itadakimasu!"

Len and Amou walked out of the Italian restaurant an hour later, Amou with a rounder stomach and Len with a lighter wallet.

As they walked to the nearest taxi stand where Len offered to pay her taxi fare, Len suddenly said, "I never knew you were capable of saying such deep things." Immediately a hard smack greeted his back as he jerked in surprise.

"Nyaahhh~ saying that isn't going to make me happy you know!" Amou said embarrassingly as she obviously tried to contain her smile. Len rolled his eyes.

When a cab slowed down in front of them, Amou took a piece of folded paper out from her purse and handed it to Len.

"The reason why I was late," she winked.

"What am I, your homeroom teacher?" Len rebutted.

The taxi drove off and Len could still see her waving from the back window, he raised his hand briefly. Then when the taxi turned a corner, he went in the opposite direction, loosening the top button of his coat as the afternoon sun started to warm the air. He walked and unfolded the paper. Inside was a passage written by Amou. Her cursive handwriting filled the page like art on a canvas. Len continued to walk on, but not towards home. Instead, he walked in the stark opposite. Where his destination was he did not know, all he knew was that he wanted to walk. To momentarily detach himself from living and do some thinking, for what Amou had written had touched him rather deeply.

Later in the evening, after Megumi had left the Tsukimori mansion, leaving left over dinner on the stove and the place spick and span, a shadow advanced along the slope upwards. The silhouette was of a man who owned the mansion at the top of the slope, but he had changed slightly. His perspective on life had grown.

The children were goofing around as usual. Kazuki was imitating commercials and the younger kids were cheering him on. Then the commercial about Tiger Beer came on and Kazuki was trying his best to imitate the guy saying 'Let's discuss this over a Tiger.' The children roared with such laughter they did not hear the front door open and close.

Azuma was in his room studying school content a grade higher than him and Ryou was practicing the piano, lacking the glib he used to have. Len knocked before entering, and simply handed him the same paper Amou gave him.

"I found the answer," he said.

Ryou took the paper slowly, lowering his head while keeping his gaze on the man in front of him.

"Thanks," he managed.

"Don't thank me, thank Amou the next time you see her. Good luck," Len said before closing, and opening it again suddenly, "to your relationship and your piano playing."

Ryou carefully unfolded the paper when his handphone vibrated.

MESSAGE FROM SAKIMOTO 3

A contact picture of a neoprint that they took a while ago popped up above the text. It was of them smiling and Sakimoto had cheekily drawn a bruised eye and a moustache on Ryou. Her confession one month ago still stayed arched in his memory. It was so sudden for her to enter the library and just walk right up to him and ask him to go out with her. He had witnessed girls who cried when his friends rejected their confession, and he definitely didn't want this girl to start crying in the library, so he said yes on a whim. He wouldn't say he regretted it, it was a nice feeling to walk out of school with a girl, whether they held hands or not. Or going to arcades and having dinner. Personally he thought she was a pretty nice and cute girl who just had nothing better to do than to spam his inbox all day.

The text read: Helloooo! I was shopping when I saw this really cool shirt that I'd think you'd look great in! Time to get you a wardrobe change hehe. O(^0^)O

Attached was a picture of a flannel shirt with black and gold checked design. Ryou cringed at the sight of that piece of garment. It certainly wasn't to his liking at all.

Ryou was thinking of a reply to her when another message crashed into his inbox.

Watcha doing? Bet you're playing the piano again WAHAHAHAHAHA. Play less piano and spend more time with me k? :3

Ryou replied with a cold 'k'. She was starting to get on his nerves.

He placed the phone on the top of the piano and resumed unfolding the paper when his phone vibrated again.

It took me 5 minutes to type all that and all you can say is k? =_=

How does that girl type so fast? Ignoring her, he read the contents of the paper.

On love: Love is found when one is not searching for it. Love is found when one is focusing on what makes them happy, healthy and whole. Love is found when one is walking through the woods after the rain has fallen and they stumble upon a clearing with a single tree.

When you find love, make sure it is mutual in respect, care and happiness. Do not make the mistake of finding a partner who changes who you are, who does not respect you, and who does not directly contribute to your happiness. Finding love is not a game. One should not attempt at a poor mimicry of love because their friends have found the "One". It is likely they haven't. REALLY bloody likely. Especially if they're in their teens. Finding a soul mate between the ages of thirteen/twenty-two is as likely as finding a hot cup of tea in the snowy hills of Greenland.

Do not be jealous of the girl or guy who has a special connection with your love. Friendships like that are necessary in life. Instead of feeling anger, go find a special friend of your own. Your love has one, why not you? Of course, if you happen to find love in an incredibly close friend, hell, more power to ya.

If someone rejects you, remember this: it is not the end of the world. It is okay to feel sad. But it is not okay to drag yourself into a heap of despair because the "ONE" said no.

Do not let hormones, excuses and that general feeling of infatuation blind you from the flaws in a possible mate.

And never let your sight be so narrow that you miss a kindred soul, standing right next to you, who may wish to shine light on your dark days and bring you chocolate and tea when you feel like absolute shit

I'm quite amazed at how this chapter started out as light-hearted and goofy and evolved into something so serious towards the middle o.O

Anyway if you were wondering where I got that awesome text On Love from, all I can say is that I did my homework and research :D Nope unfortunately it wasn't written by yours truly, but I thought it fitted the story rather well. Don't cha?

On to bonus and looking forward to your reviews!

EXTRA : A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A TSUKIMORI (4) ESPECIALLY LONG

Len was grumpier than usual. He clucked his tongue in irritation and stared out of the window. A mass of clouds greeted his view and all he could see was an endless blue on the horizon. Then his body felt a sudden but slight afloat sensation as the plane started to descend. Finally, when Len looked out of the window for the zillionth time, he could see land.

Hastily buckling his seatbelt, he placed the earphones in the given plastic bag and stuffed them at the side of his seat. The plane came to a gradual halt and through the speaker, the passengers could hear the pilot thanking them for flying with Japan International Airlines, signaling that they could finally gather their luggage and make their way to the platform.

He got up to retrieve his bag from the upper compartment and walked through the cabins towards the arrival platform. 5 weeks in Germany had really made Len miss his home country dearly. He didn't think he could survive another day with nothing to eat but meat, wrust, and big, creamy bowls of soup. Rolling his shoulder around, he sighed as he started to feel the effects of sitting down for 14 hours.

He approached the luggage belt and his eyes scanned the belt for a midnight black traveler. His face brightened up when he found it amongst other luggage and grabbed it as it passed by. Len then made his way towards the arrival hall where a crowd of people had gathered, all anxiously looking out for their loved ones. He knew that no one would be there to greet him, because, after all, it was Sunday and the children were still soundly asleep at home. Len couldn't wait to return to them, he had bought lots of gifts that he was sure they would certainly adore.

"Len-nii!" An unfamiliar voice called. Len turned around and came face to face with a young and pretty red-head. She wore a yellow sundress and a shawl over her shoulders. She giggled and took Len's hand.

"I'm sorry, I think you have mistaken me for someone el-" stuttered Len. But she did not hear him, for she had turned around to call out to the two adults standing some distance away.

"Kazu-nii, Shouko, I found him!"

Len was dumbfounded. Kazu? Shouko? He stared long and hard at this girl, has he met her somewhere before? Her long crimson hair was tied up neatly and her golden eyes twinkled with joy as the other two adults approached her. Ka-Kahoko? No it can't be, Kahoko's only seven!

"Yo! Len-nii!" the sunny male smiled at him.

"Shouko, did you manage to contact Azuma?" the Kahoko-look-alike asked, her hand still holding onto Len's.

A younger girl with pale green hair and rose eyes frowned at her hand phone screen. "Yes, he says he should be here in 5 mins with Keichi." She put her hand to her chin and stared intently at her handphone screen. The man whose apparent name was Kazu-nii peered over her shoulder.

"Adam again?"

The girl looked up in shock, and the next thing she knew, her face was all red. Who is Adam? Len wondered.

"Haha, you're so easy to read," the man laughed. The pendants on his necklace jingled as he took a step back, he pulled his cap lower and gave a cheeky grin. That grin and laughter, it's exactly like Kazuki!

"Has Adam confessed yet?" he teased.

"Kazu-nii…" whined the girl. The man looked like he was about to say something again when suddenly, squeals and excited shouts erupted from behind.

"OHMYGOSH! IT'S KAZUKI FROM INSANITY CRIB!"

A group of girls glomped onto the startled man. "Can I have your signature?" "Take a picture with me!" "Where are the other members?" They threw questions at him relentlessly and kept clinging onto to him. Kazuki gave a sheepish smile and patiently did their requests. Len and the two ladies gradually distanced themselves from Kazuki and his cluster of fan girls.

"I guess wearing a cap didn't help much, eh?" An elegant voice said. That voice is deeper and more refined, but it's definitely Azuma's, Len's mind was racing.

"Azuma! You're here! Finally!" Kahoko said as a gentleman with long silky violet hair approached them, a blonde male tagged behind him.

"It's hard trying to stay unnoticed when you're a famous music idol," the blonde spoke. He gave a little yawn and glanced at his watch. "I wonder when Ryoutaro's going to arrive…" The blonde had eyes that always seemed half asleep, messy yellow hair and a tendency to space out. Ohmygod, Shimizu! What is happening?!

Azuma asked Len how he was doing in Germany, but Len was too bewildered to reply. Kazuki finally managed to free himself from the fan girls and Len was just about to open his mouth to say something when a young boy dashed towards the group of adults, straight into Len's arms.

"Len-nii!"The young boy exclaimed excitedly.

For a moment there, Len's mind experienced what you would call a mental block as he stared into the young boy's eyes. Short, scruffy green hair and jade green eyes, it was unmistakably Ryoutaro. Len let out a sigh of relief, finally, someone he recognizes. He lifted the boy and gave a smile.

"How are you?" He asked. Maybe all these adults around him that had similar names as the children were just a coincidence. Yes, just a coincidence. An uncanny coincidence it is. Len was desperately trying to lie to himself. And this boy in his arms was the only thing that was keeping Len was losing his sanity. Ryoutaro. Ryoutaro. Ryoutaro.

"Reiichirou!" a low voice called. A man with the same hair and eye colour as Ryoutaro approached the gang. A young lady followed behind him, a baby cradled in her arms. His skin was tanned and a frown formed upon his angular face. Ryoutaro immediately leapt off Len and ran towards the man.

"How many times did I tell you to address Len-nii as Ouji-san or jiji," the man said, clucking his tongue.

Ryoutaro smiled an apologetic grin and said, "Sorry, Papa."

"Ryoutaro?" Len stuttered.

"Yeah?" The older man replied.

"No, I'm referring to Ryoutaro…"

"I am."

Wait a minute! Hold it! Pause everything! JUST WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS HAPPENING! A voice in Len's mind was practically screaming. Len's mouth hung as he stared from "Ryoutaro"/A-man-who-looks-like-Ryoutaro to Ryoutaro-but-his-name-is-Reiichirou to the other adults around him. His mouth opened and closed several times, wanting to say something but not sure to say in this kind of situation.

He was practically gaping like some looney when the baby cradled in the woman's arms started to cry.

"Hush now," the woman said, rocking her arms to and fro.

"What's wrong?" the older Ryoutaro asked.

"Nothing, just sleepy," the woman said. She looked up at the man with a passionate gaze and the older Ryoutaro placed a hand over her shoulder. They're a family! Wait, Ryoutaro has a family! That is his wife? His child? His son?!

This was too much for Len to take. He stumbled away, leaving his luggage there as he made a dash for the toilet. The adults were puzzled when Len suddenly broke into a run and called after his running figure. Len could hear Kazuki shout his name from behind and knew that he was chasing him. But he was in no mood to speak to anybody, he needed some time to think. Pushing the door open, Len collapsed on the floor. He tried to stand up, but his legs were shaking so bad he had to grab the door frame for support. Ohmygod, what's happening! This must be some mistake! He clambered onto the sink and splashed some cold water on his face.

"Len-nii!" Kazuki called from outside, rapping the door anxiously. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine! Don't come in!" Len shouted in reply, and froze in fear when he realized that he didn't recognize the voice coming from his own throat. It had become lower and coarser. He tried to clear his throat but it just hurt more. Trembling, he turned on the tap again and almost shrieked when he realized that his hands had become wrinkly. Maybe it's just the water; water makes your skin wrinkly after all. But Len knew it was just a desperate lie. He looked up at the mirror, and the next thing he knew, he had fainted.

For in the mirror, Len saw himself,

as a decrepit old man.

"AAHHH!" Len shot right out of bed. His blanket and pillows were thrown all around the floor and he realized that he had woken up at the other side of the bed. Panting, he brought his hand up to his forehead where beads of cold sweat had formed. Wiping them away, he staggered out of bed and made his way to the toilet when Ryoutaro and the other children peered their heads in.

"Len-nii, are you alright? You were screaming."

"It's Sunday, I wanna sleeeeep~" Keichi whined.

Kazuki folded his arms and pouted. "And here I thought grown men don't have nightmares anymore."

Len stopped in his tracks. He stared at the children, and then dashed towards them, opening his bedroom door very wide.

"You! Ryoutaro!" he hollered.

Ryoutaro was startled. "Y-Yeah?" he stuttered.

"I FORBID YOU FROM GETTING MARRIED!"

Ryoutarou's eyes just popped. That's unreasonable… Don't go constraining me just cause you're jealous of me and Sakimoto.

"And Kazuki! DON'T LET ME SEE YOU BECOME A MUSIC IDOL!"

Kazuki's mouth dropped. But I'm Yuya's biggest fan!

All the children were gaping at Len like goldfish, mouths opening and closing mechanically. The blue-haired male shuffled his feet and pointed his crooked finger at the children one by one, then as his finger passed over the youngest child who was trembling in her pajamas, he stopped.

"If your boyfriend is a foreigner, you're dead…" he muttered under his breath.

By now, everyone's jaw was practically touching the floor. Len just swayed unsteadily, gave a little snort and slammed the door in their faces. He then stumbled his way to the toilet and stared long and hard at his own reflection, looking out for wrinkles and other old-people-symptoms.

The children stared at each other, trying to comprehend what just happened.

Then Ryoutaro broke the silence. "I know that he's not the type of morning person." He tried to reason, and the children leaned closer to hear his explanation about the crazy things Len just blurted. Surely Len's sanity deserved their doubt right?

"But that's just ridiculous."

They nodded in agreement, and went back to bed. Shouko pondered over what Len just told her as she made her way to her room, her teddy bear clutched in her hand. She just couldn't help but feel a little happy. Giggling, she pushed open the door and climbed into bed.

Len said I can't have a foreigner as a boyfriend… That means Sasaki is ok!

Yay! A bonus starring Len :DDDD This bonus is about Len's nightmare as he dreams about the children and himself 20 years from now. I kinda made him a little OOC but since it was in the dream, it's okayyy. HAHAHAHAHA.

Holy crap 5k words!