A/N: Hi everyone out there, I haven't been updating lately because I have been very busy with school. since that is all over, I can finally start updating on this. I am sorry if you wished for more story development, there will be more soon, i promise, so i hope that you would continue to support this! Thanks! _


The darkness slowly crept around me. My subconscious submerged from my mind and coldness swept over me like a splash of icy water. Then, I felt myself fall. I fell faster and faster, into the endless oblivion. There was nothing I could do, nothing to grab to stop myself. Everything seemed hopeless.

"Mi-chan…"

A child's voice called out from the black surroundings. All of a sudden, warmth blasted up through my whole body. A blinding light flashed out and casted out the darkness. Shards of glass drifted around me. They fitted together like a jigsaw puzzle, forming a picture of a playground.

Soon I found myself surrounded by children swings and trees. I held my breath as realisation hit me. It was this spot—this playground that allowed me to have that fateful meeting with 'him'. Paint peeled off the yellow slide. Two worn-out swings lay on the opposite of it, creaking quietly as wind blew by. A seesaw stood beside it with the shape of an elephant carved on both of the wooden-end seats.

I strolled to it, letting my fingers trail over the eyes of the elephant. Nostalgia twinged in me. This seesaw, that slide, this whole place – it had not changed one bit.

A warm breeze tickled my face. Dust carried by it swirled around on the seat of the seesaw furthest from me. It shimmered, and then a little girl appeared.

Two teal-haired ponytails flowed down to her elbows. Her pale skin wanned under the sun, almost making her seem ghostly. She had her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. This was me—the 7 year old version from 10 years ago.

Empathy churned in me. Was this how I looked when I sought comfort in this place? I decided to approach her –like how I would have wanted someone else to long time ago when I wept—and opened my mouth.

"Hey…"

"Hey! Are you ok?" A familiar voice called from the behind. I snapped up in recognition. This voice… it was what drew me out from the darkness…

We both turned our heads towards it. A boy around the age of 7 tilted his head. Sunlight shone in my eyes, causing me to see nothing but his chin and downwards. The light blinded and hid away his face. But I knew who he was regardless whether I saw him fully or not.

A sharp breath escaped my lips as I took a step back.

You…I thought, it's you…

"Go away." The little version of me sniffled.

He stepped closer. It seemed as if I was invisible to him. "But you were crying."

"I got dirt in my eyes."

"But I heard sobs."

There was silence at first before she –me –hastily added, "Well, I only pretended to cry."

He crossed his arms. "Why would you do something like that?"

"To attract attention."

He let his arms drop to his side. "That's a really lame excuse. You're a horrible liar."

A flush tinted on her cheeks and she glanced away in embarrassment. "Just go away."

I slapped my forehead with the palm of my hand. Was I really that terrible at being untruthful? Was it really easy for a seven year old boy to notice it? Perhaps I should attend drama classes and practise on controlling my expressions.

He refused to step down. Instead, he persistently drew near her. "Hey, want to hear something special?"

She curiously raised her head. "What is it?"

A breath rushed through my mouth. Oh no… here it comes…

I imagined a goofy grin to flash on his face. He skipped forward and pulled out a crunched piece of paper from his pockets. Fumbling to smooth it out, he used the seesaw's metal pole for support. After that, he cleared his throat like as if he was a public speaker whom was about to do his speech.

"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, here is this wonderful song that…" he scratched behind his head, "…well I haven't thought of what name to call it yet."

The little version of me raised an eyebrow. "What? How could you not know what it's called?"

"I made it myself," he admitted. "I just haven't finished it yet."

"Ok…" she mused out.
He coughed once more. Then, by inhaling a deep breath, he sung out the first clear note. The piece of music first started out soft and low. But then it reached a crescendo, causing him to sing higher and louder. Both of us –the current me and the younger me – gasped as powerful emotions clashed into us. For some reason, the sunlight seemed to shine brighter. Every distinctive sound could be heard, ranging from the cries of the black crows to the rustle of the leaves. The air tasted sweet like marshmallows, sweeter and more delicious than ever before. The notes and pitch that harmoniously drifted out of his mouth left us hungering for more.

This feeling made me reminisce of all the hilarious memories that I kept behind my mind. For the past ten years, I forced myself to stop thinking of him – to stop missing him. For all the resistance to abruptly crumble down like a wall, freedom overwhelmed me, leaving me exhilarated and light as a feather.

This… just by watching this scene happens again made me want to see him again; it almost made me forget all the hatred stored in my heart over the years. Almost.

As he finished his last memorable note, I could not help but smile. Watching as the other me do the same thing, a thought flowed through my head.

"That's right," I whispered to no one in particular, "love him when you get the chance." I clenched my fist. "Love him when he is right there."

She clapped her hands. "Wow! That was amazing! All the worries in me just disappeared!"

He stuck out his thumb. "Thanks! I put a lot of effort into this."

She hopped off the seesaw and leaned forward towards him. "What's your name? I'm Miku, but please call me Mi-chan."

He raised one hand in the air, resting it on his chest. "Me? I am…" There was a perceptible pause. "No…" he shook his head, "call me Kei-chan instead."

"Kei-chan…" we both repeated, the nickname fitting perfectly on my tongue. I shuddered. No… control yourself. 'He' hurt you before. Do not allow him to render you shivering for him more, do not allow yourself to lose your posture. I must always remind myself of his abandonment, his sudden betrayal. There was nothing good in trusting a guy.

Suddenly, my surroundings began to dissolve. The darkness once more returned. Falling into a hole, I left behind the gullible teal-girl with the boy who was going to break her heart.


I snuggled under the warm bed cover, breaking away from my dreams. My conscious gradually came back. Something firm touched my hands – something comfortable and familiar – and an urge to shift closer to whatever it was filled me.

Then a rich voice rippled out, "You… what on earth are you doing?"

I groaned. Another voice? Another dream? Even though I did not want to openly admit this, but a spring of joy jumped in me when I thought that I would see 'him' again. Whenever 'he' passed my mind, behind all the hatred, there would always be longing. Denying this had not been easy. I could still remember the first few days where I had not taken a single bite after father and 'he' left. My stomach growled, screaming for food. However, the agony in my heart was way more excruciating. The sorrow of losing two important people in a short amount of time was hard to digest. Even my mother, who was usually strong-willed, cried for several weeks.

"Hey, wake up." The voice rang out again. This time, I realised that it could not have been from my dreams. My eyes snapped open, only to find them boring into a pair of sea blue ones. They sparked in the most particular way – unique and slightly mesmerizing.

"Why are you here?" Kaito asked.

I blinked. "I sleep in the same room as you."

"Yeah," his eyebrows furrowed, "but not in the same bed."

…What?

A few moments flew past before my mind fully processed his words. I noticed that I lay right beside him, our faces directly facing each other. We were in the same bed, same sheet, and same cover.

This was not good…

"Are you sure this is your bed?" I asked him. "This could be mine."

"No, this is definitely mine," he replied.

"What? This should be mine." I inched away. "Why would I snuggle into your bed then?"

He shrugged. "How should I know? Maybe you abruptly started liking men and couldn't resist my charms."

"… Like that is so going to happen to me." Why would I crawl into his bed? There were no memories of such an action done. There had to be a mistake.

"You can't say that, I've seen ice princesses ignoring me before," he sighed, "and then the next thing you know, they all pounce on me."

I frowned. "Weren't you dressed up as a girl?"

He eyed me evenly. "There was a time when I wore pants … I wasn't always a cross dresser."

Pretending to be surprised, I gasped. "Whoa, really? I thought you enjoyed wearing skirts ever since you were a baby."

A sarcastic laugh rolled out of his mouth. "That was very funny, gorilla girl. Now get out of my bed."

Those last few words sounded like a command. Was he ordering me around? "Are you sure it's your bed? All the bed covers look the same."

He groaned. "There is only two bed covers in this room, one bed has the walls on its left side and the other has it on its right." He jabbed a finger behind him. "This bed has its walls to its left, which means its mine."

I glanced at the wall. He was right. This was his. How in the world did I get into his bed? Was I sleep-walking?

I coughed awkwardly. "I'm sorry, I'll get out now. I must have sleep-walked into your bed."

Flipping the sheet open, I jumped out and entered my own bed. Then I hid under the covers, slightly humiliated. This was so embarrassing. I could not believe that I touched a boy's skin numerous times in less than two days while I had been avoiding that for 10 years now. My perfect record of distancing-yourself-away-from-men was utterly shattered. Despair lit in me.

His voice was heard again. "Hey gorilla girl, you hate guys, right?"

"Yeah."

"Ok…"there was a pause, "then why were you constantly repeating the name 'Kei-chan' in your sleep?"

As soon as I heard that nickname, I sprung up, my eyes gazing sharply at Kaito. "What? I said something like that?"

He creased his eyebrows into a frown and nodded. "Yes… you were smiling while muttering that out." Rubbing his shoulders with his palm, he shuddered. "It gave me the shivers."

"…I-It doesn't matter." I shook my head. "I-it was just some character from a cartoon show that I used to watch when I was a child."

A pair of observant eyes laid one me. He studied me carefully, drawing every single detail into him. After that, he let out a sigh. "Man, you suck at lying. You should see your face. It goes all twisted."

I wanted to retort, but he stopped me before I could even start with another question. "Also, since you hate guys, I expected you to lurch at me right after you found out that you and I shared the same bed." He tilted his head. "Why didn't you do that?"

I considered it for a while. My head ran along through a lot of things. It was on how he enjoyed music so much, how he helped me last night from the bullies. But the most crucial part was that dream I had. It left me feeling a little forgiving and accepting. Perhaps that was the reason why.

I tried to act like it was nothing huge, hiding a small smile. "Well, I just had a dream – a very special one, I suppose."


A/N: This will be the end of the chapter, hope you guys enjoyed it! Oh and please do give lots of reviews. I'm not sure if people enjoy this, and i'm scared that i'm posting chapters up and no one is really bothering to read it... TT-TT