Author's Comment: The third chapter has finally come! I'm not sure, but this might be the last chapter of this story… Not much to say, but enjoy the story and more Iroha x Piko.


Miki

I was angry. I cried too. I just sat on my bed, without any word. I don't want to do anything else, and I was too lazy to do anything else.

After some time, Gumi came inside my room.

"Finally! I've got the glasses I've been searching for!" she said happily as she put her shopping bag. When she turned around, she looked surprised and she sat beside me. "Miki… Why are you crying?"

"It's okay..."

"It's not okay Miki, if you are crying…"

Then Miku came inside the room after some recording. She looked surprised, and then she sat beside me too. "Miki, don't cry… Tell us what happened…"

I cried more. "It's… Piko…"

"What happened to Piko?" Gumi asked.

"He's… dating… Iroha…"

Miku and Gumi looked a little surprised. "So Miki liked Piko, ey?" Miku whispered to Gumi.

"I think so. She is broken hearted now…" Gumi whispered back.

Then Gumi started to pat my head and Miku started to pat my back to comfort me. "It's okay Miki…" Gumi said.

"They'll probably break up later on…" Miku followed.

Then Miku and Gumi hugged me as I cried more.


I remembered that it I have to record my version of Love Is War again. So I went to the studio. When I went to the studio, I heard Piko and Iroha sang their version of Magnet together. I admit it, they sound good together, but hearing them sing together is heartbreaking. Then they went out of the recording studio.

Iroha smiled. "Hi Miki!"

I (fake) smiled back. "Hi Iroha!"

Piko smiled too. "Hi Miki…"

"Oh, hi Piko… By the way, congrats for you both!"

"Thank you…" Piko and Iroha replied as they went out together.

I went inside the recording studio. The recording manager looked at me. "Hi Miki, ready to record the Love Is War again?"

"Yes, I'm ready sir."

Then the recording began. I try to sing as best as I can as I let out all the anger I felt.

After the recording, the recording manager was surprised and proud. "Miki! You've done a great job! This time you sang it perfectly not like before! I like this version more than Miku's even! What happened to you, Miki?"

"Thank you, sir. There is nothing happening to me."

"Oh really?" the recording manager smirked.

I was annoyed. "Okay then, yes, there is something happening to me…"

The recording manager smiled. "Tell me about it!"

"It is girl problems, sir…"

"I see…" the recording manager said with an annoyed face. "Well then, thank you Miki and see you next time!"

"See you next time sir!"


After the recording, I felt a little hungry. So I went downstairs to take some ice cream, for some refreshing.

After I opened the fridge, I saw Luka and Gakupo talking to each other, enjoying the beautiful day while eating some ice cream.

I looked at them and somehow they didn't realize. Too fun spending time together, maybe?

I went upstairs to my room to eat my ice cream. I wanted to sit at the bench next to where Luka and Gakupo are, but I'm afraid I was bothering them.

And besides, I don't want to look at them together like that. It made me so envy.

I enjoyed the day by eating my ice cream all alone while listening to my IPod. Somehow, the beautiful view and the mellow songs made me felt a little hubbub. I wish there is someone to talk to, someone to play jokes with.

I didn't know where Gumi went to; she just disappeared in the silence.

Miku is out to the bookstore searching for the book she was dying for (too bad I forgot its title).

Rin, Len, Meiko, Yuki, Lily and Mizki are having a fun time doing some karaoke at the mall. I wanted to catch up, but I'm afraid I'm bothering them too.

Kaito, Kiyoteru and Gachapoid are going to the arcade, trying to beat the highest score there.

Luka and Gakupo, you know what…

Last, Piko and Iroha. I don't care where they are right now.

I know what I wanted – the cute white haired Piko. But it seems impossible to get him. He's happy with Iroha, and I should have been happy for him too.

Maybe Piko and I weren't meant to be. Maybe I was born to live alone.