"Good night, Kaito," Luka's soft voice sounded in the hallway outside of Miku's door. Miku peeked through the crack in her partially open door to watch Kaito's smiling face as he closed the door behind Luka.

The pink-haired girl had been dogging Kaito all day, as if throwing it in Miku's face. As if gloating that /she/ had Kaito's love and attention, and Miku didn't... despite the fact that Miku's love was pure and Luka's was the love of a faker and a traitor.

Miku's eyes trailed after Luka as she stepped down the hall lightly and went into her own room, closing the door softly behind her. Miku closed her own door quietly too, and sat on the edge of her bed. Her hand went automatically to the Kaito doll that, as usual, decorated her bed.

The doll stared unblinkingly up at Miku as she ran her fingers through its blue hair. But it was okay, her own eyes were glazed over with the thoughts that occupied her, and she didn't mind or even notice that the doll's gaze was not as lovely as the real Kaito's.

Miku stroked the doll again and again, lost in thought, until suddenly her fingers snagged on something, and she looked down to see that a knotted thread had been pulled out of the doll. She smiled a little, and set the doll down on her bed, rising to get a pair of long, sharp scissors from her desk drawer. She sat back down and carefully pulled the thread to one side, snipping it effectively.

The scissors glinted dully in her one hand as her other held onto the Kaito doll. They really were sharp. She used them to trim her hair, sometimes, when she would get a split end, and was always pleased at the clean result. They felt heavy and cool in her hand as she raised them up and aimed them at the Kaito doll's chest, stabbing it slowly, as the fabric parted with a soft sound.

"I wonder if you know what it feels like, Kaito," Miku whispered to the doll as she tore a hole through its chest with the sharp scissors. "What it feels like to not have the love of the person you love."

Miku didn't feel anything as the doll was damaged, but continued to wonder aloud in a very soft voice, "I wonder if Luka knows. If she knows how she made me feel. If she knows how I still feel, and doesn't even care. She's a traitor. She'll betray Kaito, in the end, too. Will Kaito end up crying in bed all day, the way I did?"

The thought made her pause. The mental image of Kaito sharing her pain felt strangely, strangely, VERY comforting. For Kaito to experience that same pain with her... he would be so close to her, would understand. Would feel how she felt. She had always felt angry in the few times that she had seen the bluenette be teary-eyed over anything, had felt vengeful and justified in her anger against whatever caused those beautiful, priceless blue eyes to be sad...

But she admitted to herself, that being able to hug Kaito like she usually did in those rare circumstances, to watch his back, to love him and comfort his sadness until he smiled at her again, was a wonderful, precious thing. Kaito was so wonderful, that even his tears were precious to Miku.

"I love you, Kaito," Miku whispered down at the doll, pulling the scissors out of its soft body, leaving a hole there that bled stuffing. "I love you so much."

Miku stared up at the ceiling for a moment, her complicated emotions running rampant in her body. Her eyes glanced down, focusing on a picture frame that contained all of Master's Vocaloids in one shot. Focusing on Kaito's laughing face. Her eyes sliding across the image and then refocusing on Luka's fake, fake smile.

Miku felt her fingers clenching around the pair of sharp scissors in her hand, and she returned her attention to those scissors once again. If only she could stab Luka through the chest like she had just done to her doll. Luka was probably in bed now, hooked up to the recharging machine. By only a thick wire. Miku felt the weight of the scissors in her hand, the warming of the metal from her palm. It would be easy to cut that wire, with scissors like these.

If she did that, Luka would not wake up. She would sleep forever, be unable to fool Kaito with her fake sweetness. Be unable to betray him, or anyone else. Be unable to leave Miku crying in the kitchen while Luka hung on Kaito's arm and kissed him again, telling him she loved him like the big liar she was.

Kaito would be sad.

Miku smiled.

'You can feel what I feel, Kaito, if I do this,' Miku thought to herself, a rush of a heady feeling hitting her. She couldn't pick a word that would describe the sensation, but it felt a little like anxiety, like anticipation, but with more excitement. A quiet, desperate sort of excitement that made her feel lightheaded. Miku stood up, not even realizing that her body was under her own control, and moved as if in a dream to her door.

She left the damaged Kaito doll where it lay on her bed as she closed the bedroom door quietly behind her and began to walk towards Luka's room, her hand still gripping the long pair of scissors tightly.