FUFUFU ALMOST MISSED MY DEADLINE OF WRITING SOMETHING PER MONTH.

I had this outlined for a couple of days. And chapter two. And Left Sided Love is in progress.

Also, this has some slight religious stuff, but like, I'm not trying to convert people. It's just some background stuff for the story. So please no hating D:

Enjoy : D

Aisle

Len Kagamine walked home from school. It was only a week into school, but the blond could fee the tiredness seeping through to his bones as the weight of staying up late nights and waking up early and staying up long took its toll on his exhausted body. Still, he didn't have the luxury of being driven home by some sort of automobile transportation like many of the other students at the school. His father said that Len was capable of walking home on his own, and perhaps as a side note, he didn't have to time to drive the boy home from school. Or to it for that matter.

However, Len had the luxury of being able to walk leisurely throughout the city without worry of time constraints that other students had. He needn't worry about studying, or about curfew, or about overprotective parents, though sometimes he wish he did. He wished his father would in some way show him some sign of affection, or some sign of wanting to be in contact with him or hold a conversation. The only time Len ever really talked to his father was when he was being talked to about his next meeting with his clients. Even so, Len only managed to get in three words at the max. Maybe a sentence if he was lucky enough.

This first week of school had been hectic, and it hadn't even been the academics that made it difficult for the blonde. Not to sound as if he was bragging, but he was a fairly smart kid. He learned everything and paid attention when needed, passing his exams with satisfying scores. It was all for his father though, and being so independent as Len was, this was all done with his own will and power. Whatever there happened to exist. What made the week so hectic was all of the clients he had to meet up day after day. Apparently, with the start of school, people now had more free time away from their families, or more of a reason to want to...release stress.

Len never knew what his father received from all of these clients though. He did know that it was never inexpensive. He could tell with the hidden satisfaction his father had whenever he came back home from those nights. There was always something else in his father's look when he came home from those nights, but he could never pin-point what it was perfectly. It was always a mix of sadness, weariness, disappointment, and sometimes disgust. Len never liked seeing that look on his father. He blamed it on himself. He tried his best in everything, not knowing if his best was ever enough, hoping that it was, only for it to crash and shatter with confirmation from his father's expressions.

Len turned his eyes towards the evening hues of the endless sky that seemed even more vast than before. Maybe it would be better if he hadn't been born. He was causing his father so much trouble. Despite it sounding childish, Len knew that deep down his father was a good person. His father just had to deal with so much because of him. He didn't need him. Father would be better off without the odd blond and blue eyed child that didn't seem to belong in this world. Still, would it be bad to desire to be needed?

Len shut his eyes, feeling the heat that was emitting from them. He looked down at his gray Converse that were slowly being taken over with brown dust. Len furrowed his eyebrows. What?

Quietly, faintly, the sound of a gentle melody greeted Len's ears. It was a simple, lively melody that filled Len's being with no problem, seeing as the blond had found himself at the silent outskirts of town. Len looked at his vast surroundings, contemplating on what time it was before he followed the source of the song. Len had never really heard music before- he never really noticed that it had a presence. The music he ever really came in contact with was the national anthem sung at school, what he would hear crazy fangirls failing to sing, or the what would be blaring from passing cars. It never really played a part in his life.

Until now.

Len found himself at the large opened doorway of what appeared to be a broken down church. It was painted in white, it's purity slowly chipping away as the environment began to wear away the man-made building. Silently and with caution, Len walked trespassed into the sacred place, the music notably louder and fuller than when he had first heard it outside. Inside, painted glass windows of saints decorated their colorfully abstract souls on the cement floor that was not covered by a earth-burgundy carpet. An aisle that many merry and sad of walked, leading all the way to the back, or perhaps the front, was the marble alter clad with a intricately decorated white cloth guarded by a podium to the left and a chair off to the right, all elevated by two steps onto a platform. Above it hung a large cross with none other than Christ Himself nailed to it, skylight illuminating the sorrowful, but understanding face. Len looked at the Man for a moment, before quickly nodding and then looking away. Something about seeing people dying in such a way made him feel uneasy, however, that simple lively song sounded, easing his slight distress. Walking carefully onto the carpet, Len made his way down the large aisle and towards the music sounding from somewhere behind the alter.

Stopping in front of the alter and ascending the steps to it, Len carefully peered between the podium and marble table. Behind the alter was an opened black grand piano, being played diligently for an audience of empty chairs by a blue-haired man with his back facing to the new addition of Len.

Kaito was sitting at the piano silently by himself in the old church. It was evening now, and a weekday at that. There were normally few people who came to the church, but since the church is now fairly old, almost no one comes anymore- except Kaito. The blue haired man never complained when the church was empty. It meant he got to play the piano all he wanted without having to disrupt, or get disrupted (which was often the case when it happened) by those terribly religious elders that needed silence to pray. Sometimes Kaito would joke to himself and say that the elders had nothing to worry about, if they could hear him that is.

In reality, no one really complained of Kaito's use of the church and it's piano. He had gotten permission to use it by a small religious prayer group that used the church on certain days. They weren't against it, seeing as Kaito played the piano so much he practically owned it, or was possessed by it, some of the members of the group kidded. Also, he was the only one who ever really came to the church constantly, even if it wasn't for spiritual reasons. Well, to Kaito, reasons for playing the piano were spiritual enough. He loved the piano. Playing it always calmed his mind, and he needed to be calm now more than ever.

Kaito began playing the piano slowly, almost seeming unsure of if he should, but his practiced hands remembered the movements and began to play on their own. Kaito's mind wondered to what had happened earlier in the day...

It was his first day of school- as a teacher, at a well known and possibly considered famous, music school. He had more than been excited when he was offered the job during summer even if he was a bit worried that things might not go so well because of his clumsy personality. His best friend's comments about the school's board being clearly judgmentally impaired hadn't help boost his confidence either. To make matters worse, everything she had said whimsically about his first day of teaching had come true.

Kaito had been late to his first day of teaching (his alarm clock had been broking without his knowing, courtesy of his best friend), he got lost on the campus, he stuttered during his introduction to his class, and worst of all, he tripped onto one of his students. Kaito pouted to himself in embarrassment as he remembered the surprised and curious aqua blue eyes of the girl he had tripped on as he tried to say an apology while he scrambled to his feet.

Creak.

Kaito shook his head at the sound. The church was getting old now, it would creak out to him repeatedly. Before Kaito had thought it was a person, but as time and time again proved, there wouldn't be anyone else but him in the church. At some point Kaito feared that it was a ghost of some sort until his best friend told him it was absurd. It was a church.

Kaito numbly registered the melody his hands were playing. Smiling with recognition, Kaito hummed the song How Beautiful before he began to sing it, unknown to him that he was being watched by an audience of one certain blond.

HAHA. Love me. *shot*

Sorry it's short. It'll be longer later. Review?