I dusted off the small cottage, arranging the chaotic mess that it was. After feeding a few more twigs to the crackling fire, I collapsed on a wooden chair by the window. Rocking back and forth, I thought about Len. What was he doing there? I stared out the window, hoping in vain that his floppy blond hair would appear past the glass. What happened after Gakupo…My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of door slamming shut. Kaito walked slowly into the room, his eyes red and swollen, tears brimming over his lashes, ready to trickle down his cheeks. His hands were trembling with fear and anger, and I felt an all too familiar pounding return to my temple. I tried to concentrate on his words while the world swerved into discord.
"D-d-do you know where she is?" His voice echoed throughout my mind, hollow, distant.
I tried to croak a reply, I'm not sure if it reached. Everything was out of proportion, the steady sound if his teardrops against the ground felt like oceans pouring upon planets. The walls were pulsing, and everything was hued in a feverish red.
"Oh Oliver!" I was determined to stay conscious, Kaito steadied my on my feet, then led me towards the bed. His eyes glinted with concern, what is going on? Too many questions I decided. I gripped Kaito's forefinger with my fist, "Tell me." I managed. "Tell me everything that happened."
-Kaito-
She was gone. She just disappeared. Last time I remember we were just…
I sprinted down the cobblestone path, shoving people out of the way as I tried to push the worst thoughts out of my mind. She wouldn't just leave, would she? I finally made it to my small home, and threw the door open, panting. Miku wasn't here.
He was screaming. I was crying. It was pure insanity.
"Miku…Do you know where she is?"
His reply was an obscured moan, Oliver… "Oh Oliver!" The eyes...The young boy staggered out from his position by the window and a firmly set my hand on his shoulder to steady him. I laid him out on the bed and encouraged him to get some rest. As I stood up to begin my search the kid looked up at me and forced a smile, "Tell me everything that happened."
Oh where do I begin?
-Len-
'Oliver. He's alive.' Were the first two things that rushed into my mind when I crashed into the familiar boy on the street. He seemed healthy enough, his bandages were fresh, and his eye was bright. Even though there were questions gnawing at my mind, I had to get away. I had to make my escape. But he quickly discovered my façade. Yet, he left before I did. I allowed my finger to trace the brick wall as I strolled along the street, my new boots clicking against the alleyway. I was the servant of the princess now; I gripped the pieces of paper in my hand, no longer the slave of an insane eggplant. A rush of wind ruffled the documents and I reached my hand to steady my cap. It wasn't there.
Then I saw an angel.