Author's Note; Sorry for the depression minna, it was necessary please leave reviews so I know how I'm doing~ Happy Reading! Kinishi-chan~

I sat in my house all alone as usual; the maids were upstairs doing the laundry as I was polishing my acoustic guitar. The strings vibrated as it making a harmonic sound while I tweaked them a little. I sat on my couch, nobody around me as I was in the dark. Don't ask me why I just felt it was necessary.

"Okie dokey, now I got to go and bring that shit downstairs." I muttered as I lugged two, huge crates and walked down the marble stone stairs into my basement. It was a dark place, not to mention the fact that the walls torn apart. It was like a regular commoner's basement; we never really took so much decor and effort into them. The paint chipped off the sides where you can see the stains from where picture frames used to be. Sighing, I let go of the boxes and sat on top of the enclosed crate, leaning back on it. I stretched out my back as my arm bumped into something that felt sort of like soft mahogany wood. I glanced over to what I had hit and felt my heart plummet down to my rib cage as I realized what I had bumped into…

A violin.

I leaped off the crate and clumsily fell onto my bottom, looking like a little child who had seen a spider. Then you would scream and your parents who loved you ever so dearly would come to your aid, tell you everything was alright, and you were safe. Well not for me... I would just continue to have that fear deep inside of me, nobody there to tell me and hold me in their arms and say "everything is alright."

I didn't even have friends because of how I acted; it was all just my personality. As I went to reach for the violin, I dug it out of its case and placed it on my lap, touching the soft wood, plucking at its strings, its melodic sound almost made my heart plummet down even further.

"Eh?" I said as I saw a piece of paper tucked in between one of the strings, taking it out and unfolding it, everything coming back to me like a horrifying hurricane.

"Vivianna, come to me." A soft, gentle, voice came from a vast spacious music room in there was a piano, guitars, drums everything. But the most prized was a tiny, little, violin.

"Coming Mommy!" A little voice squeaked in an energetic response as a little girl with violet hair stepped into the room. She looked only about five as she had no shoes on, a pretty little white gown and shining light green eyes that would sparkle with pure amazement. She stood in front of a beautiful woman with pale porcelain white skin, long lavishing curls of purple hair and soft blue eyes that sparkled like an endless sea. She held a violin and began to play such beautiful notes as her daughter would sit and clap and smile as the melodic notes filled her tiny little bright ears.

I was sucked out of the sweet memory by the sickening crash of fallen plaster. I brushed it off of my bangs and stared at the chipped ceiling above me. It must have been one of the maids being as clumsy as ever. I snarled to myself; I looked back at the violin, my eyes faded of their color once more, biting the bottom of my thin lips and reluctantly left it behind me. I made my way up the narrow steps back to the bottom floor of the house, shooting my head around to see one of the maids flopping around, trying to quickly fold my clothing before I could see. Unfortunate for her, I already had already saw.

"Drop something?" I raised an eyebrow in a sadistic arch.

"Y-yes… I accidently tripped and your laundry got unfolded, but I'm refolding it for you!" she quickly tried to explain. I pressed my index finger to her lips before she could continue.

"You know...You happened to fall right above me, and you know what happened. It's a shame really, you got a chunk of plaster in my hair, and it knocked me out of a pleasant daydream..." I stared down back to the basement door. I would think I would thank the maid before my memories overwhelmed me and brought me back to those desperately sad times. But it wasn't like there was anything to lose so why should I stop with the sadistic teasing? "If you continue to trip on the job why should I allow you to continue if all you manage to accomplish is being a burden on me?" I continued to question.

"B-but…" The maid stuttered, looking for the words to defend her.

"I'll allow the blunder for now, but just keep in mind; I am willing to destroy you mentally." I finished with narrowed eyes, turning and looking back down towards the basement. I gawked slightly, thinking about why exactly I kept that violin in the first place.

It only brought me pain.

Then again it brought me joy well it used to however before her...

I glanced at my mother, a sad express on her usually happy and cheerful face.

"Mommy, what's wrong?" I asked as I tugged at her arm, making her look down at me, producing a smile. It was so fake and wrong; you could see how much effort was put into it, her eyes pained.

"Mommy has an illness and now can't produce music to my beloved Vivianna," she said, making me feel like I was going to cry.

"Mommy, I'll play for you!" I protested and watched right in front of my eyes, something I never thought would happen. My own mother crying as she continued to pet my soft violet hair, the hair that matched hers identically. I would play for her and she would clap and smile and bury me in hugs and kisses but then that day... Mommy wasn't feeling too well so she rested in bed and I went and played for her.

"Vivianna, is that you?" I nodded and smiled.

"Yes, I'm going to play a song for you called 'Feel Better Mommy!'" I said and she just smiled.

"I'd love to hear it but I'm afraid..." she looked away but just patted my head I just realized her bright intense blue eyes were turning into pale, baby, and blue eyes. "Illness got to my ears so I cannot hear your beautiful song…" she said as she wiped away the tears that formed in my wide light green eyes.

Well she got sick of it and one day I heard a thud to the ground as I rushed up the stairs thinking maybe it was Santa since it was December 25th, my feet pounding up the stairs.

"Merry chris-!"I stopped as my mother's body lay dead in front of our beautifully decorated Christmas tree.

"M-m-mommy?" I asked as I rushed towards her, shaking her awake but she wouldn't open her beautiful eyes that was like my calming sea. She just laid there, her body cold and lifeless... Daddy didn't really like that at all. He just sat in front of her body for hours, his ebony black hair shaded his toxic green eyes, whispering her name over and over… but nothing would change. The only thing that changed was when he started to become more distant. Until finally when I went to his office to celebrate his birthday, he just grabbed my hand and squeezed it violently.

"Vivianna I do not have time for your stupid charades!" he yelled violently as he threw his daughter out the door and slammed it in her face. I looked up and felt the little 'breakfast' I made for him, which was my first egg omelet, just fly out of my hands and onto the paved granite floor. I didn't enter his room until one day the day of my birthday to see daddy had another woman over. Who was she? Why isn't she mommy?

"Daddy, who is this?" I asked slightly pained another woman would dare come into our house.

The woman raised an eyebrow, "Daddy, you told me you had no children?" Daddy just smiled at her and glanced at me.

"I don't have any children this stupid silly little girl just keeps coming here."

He then turned directly towards me, "Go home now little girl, your parents must be worried sick."

Did he just? Did he forget me?

No, of course he didn't... because as soon as the woman left he gripped my hand and grabbed me by my hair.

"Vivianna you are banished from my life! You killed her, YOU KILLED HER WITH YOUR STUPID VIOLIN!" I remember my head smashing against the porch and I fell… fell onto soft grass my tears never stopped as I heard the grand doors slam shut.

I wiped the tears from my eyes, feeling the blades of grass caress my cheeks. I opened my light green eyes to stare into the emerald grass. I felt a tear stream down my cheek and fall onto a blade of grass. I didn't know what to do any more.

He forgot me...He forgot me, on...On my birthday.

I lifted my chin trying to not think about how he abandoned me. I dragged myself onto my knees, hanging my head lower than my shoulders. The tears were evidently not going to stop even as I looked towards my house and saw through the window Daddy and Hilda laughing together as they huddled together on the couch Daddy and Mommy once sat on together.

Weeks passed. I had stopped playing Mommy's beloved violin I really did nothing but sit on the porch and think about how I could get Daddy to remember who I was. I just couldn't understand why he had forgotten me. I looked back through the window and saw Hilda had brought her bratty kid Ernie. He was always playing with my stuff and breaking it and stealing it. I huffed out as I made my way silently to my room. Life was so bleak and lonesome now. As I opened the door I saw Ernie fiddling with…

...Mommy's violin.

I widened my soft green eyes and quickly pushed Ernie down and snatched up her violin. It was amazing how protective I was off it despite the painful memories it brought me. I just couldn't bear to part with it.

"Don't touch it!" I hugged the violin and squeezed my eyes shut.

"Why do you care orphan!?" He barked at me. His words hit me heavily in the heart.

"I-I'm not an orphan…" I was rudely interrupted by Ernie once more.

"ARE TOO! DADDY SAYS YOU'RE JUST SOME BOTHERSOME ORPHAN WHO SNEAKS IN HERE!You're just a burden on this household." He yelled at me, each syllable that echoed off his lips was like taking 1,000 punches to the heart. He really did forget me...I lifted my chin and felt tears stream down my face.

"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" I shrieked in distraught as I stumbled out the front door with Mommy's violin on the front lawn. I stood there letting the violin fall the grass, my right hand over my mouth as if that would hide the tears and the sadness written across my face.

"What's wrong..?" Came a voice, a strong hand held my shoulder. I slowly opened my eyes to see the man who, for the first time in weeks, talked to me like I was an actually person.

I turned around and looked up to a tall, thin man that towered over me greatly. He has soft orange hair and a light, friendly look in his eyes as he told me to take a stroll with him. His name was so hard to remember, I couldn't remember it so I had decided to call him Hita.

"I have two little sons around your age too, but why were you crying?" I froze in panic as I felt my tiny little bird-cage heart flutter about.

"I was crying because my toy broke from my step brother." I said and as I continued, piling more and more lies as I held on tightly to my mom's locket.

"How is your family?" Hita asked as we sat down on a park bench, I just smiled.

"Amazing, the best I could have..."

Lies, lies, lies.

"My father loves me like any father should, he always spends time with me and reads me bed time stories, my mommy loves to play the violin and she just healed from a recent illness, they were always together and it makes me so happy." As I talked I pictured my made up family, a smiling father who caressed my cheek when I cried and a mother who was still alive and smiling so brightly, I was in the middle and it was all amazing.

"Viviette, we love you."

Did they just call me Viviette? I frowned as I realized; of course this was all lie in this made up world I would be a different person named... Viviette.

Hita smiled, "Such a sweet family you got there. Looks like you have someone to come back to and always love you forever." I felt like I was going to cry but I just smiled.

"Yeah I do~." Hita was my idol he was handsome and kind, I was so happy, but happiness didn't last forever...

"Vivianna it was nice talking to you, but I'm afraid I must go away, but before I do..." he suddenly took my two bangs that hung in my face and twirled them around each other. "If you ever go lonely just know these two strands of hair will always embrace and keep you warm."

He then hugged me; his hug was so gentle, so sweet just like him, as he left I felt my heart ache. I wanted him to hug me forever… keep warm like the whole warmth of a family. I wish I told him the truth, wished I said my family was all broken up and I had nobody to turn too but I lied just so I could look happy. I was a disgusting person.

I watched as Hita slowly faded away in the distance. The nicest person to ever come into my life, and he walked away forever. And all I did was lie to him. I pressed my hands to my chest and felt the heart shaped locket, something I hadn't noticed this in a while.

My mother's locket.

I widened my eyes and immediately thrashed around trying to look at the necklace. I slowly opened up the locket when I all the sudden my vision became blurred. My forehead started to throb from a clanging sound that echoed over and over through my head. I squeezed my eyes shut until I burst.

'WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY WANT THIS TIME?" I shrieked and noticed I was slapping the maid in the face.

"You were getting all teary eyed so I was concerned and thought I'd see what's wrong!" she defended herself.

"Well you couldn't have done that at a worse time!" I yelled at her in complete fury at the interruption.

"Mistress you forgot to put your violin away, I'll go do-"

"NO! I'll do it" I grunted as I stomped down stairs. As soon as I was down I resumed my hidden side that was about to cry. I glanced at the violin just about to put it away before I saw that locket; it was gold heart locket with the Malica emblem and had silver entrails on the side. I picked up the locket and frowned, my anger surged up "PIECE OF SHIT!" I yelled as I swung and threw the locket on the ground when I finally realized what I had done I was panting and heaving my shoulders as I didn't realize a streak coming down my cheeks. I picked up the locket as it fell in two pieces and left there was a creamy rich parchment of paper. I opened it up and in my mother's handwriting was written down…

Though my time is limited, my dearest daughter, and a violin is a heart it expresses your emotions and love... Vivianna whatever you do don't stop, because my violin beats for you.

I watched as wet splotches came on the paper as I couldn't stop crying all this time. It was my fault I killed her, I killed her, but it wasn't... she died because of illness not me. I fell to my knees, covering my face as my whole body shook with pain and relief. I felt like a little kid as I whispered through my ugly sobs.

"M-mommy…" my voice got high-pitched as I heard the phone ring and I answered it. "H-h-ello?" I answered in between trying to catch my breath, my heart stopped it was... Hikaru.

"Viviette...is that you?" Hikaru questioned me.

I felt helpless once again, searching for an explanation for my tears. "Y-yes," I panted again.

"Are you crying?" He asked in complete shock.

I could just see his face if I admitted it. He would laugh at me. Say it was so unlike me, especially for my ice cold heart.

"N-no" I felt my bottom lip quiver. I tried to stifle it by biting my lip but it didn't help.

"It sure sounds like it, Viviette...what's wrong?" Hikaru continued. His voice was etched in concern. "Nothing's wrong! Why can't you understand that?"

I yelled in hopeless defense. I looked back down at my broken locket and the note from my mother with splotches of tears. A moment of silence came over us and I knew in my heart that I really wanted him to know I was lying to him. To know that I wasn't alright, to just come right over and hug me. However I knew he wouldn't and I was too scared to admit it. Too scared to admit I really needed Hikaru right now.

"You're lying." Hikaru said dully, making me widen my eyes. Just say it Viviette, I urged myself. I tried to make myself say yes I was, I was crying. But I couldn't. It was to beneath me. Instead of saying anything a high pitched gawking sound came from my lips. It was that time when you're crying when you just can't say anything. Hikaru probably heard that.

So instead of saying anything I yelled into the phone, "I AM NOT!" right before throwing it into the rusty eggshell white paint. However despite this, he knew I was lying...Why couldn't have I admitted it...? I threw my head into my knees and felt hot tears rolled down my face.

I covered myself in the shadows my knees curled up to my chest as I placed my back against the wall. The loneliness I had was suffocating as I watched my two strands of hair come untied and droop in my face. Before I knew it I cried again, it was how I felt right now lonely and lost like my two strands of hair. Every time I tried to put them back together they always fell back apart so I gave up on it.

"Kaoru, I'm going to the market I forgot something and our maids are too ridiculous to get it." Hikaru said urgently as he placed on his red and white hoodie and some green shorts and rushed out the door his headphones resting on his neck. She was crying there is no mistaken it, when your voice quivers like that and you're in an event of denial. I know you were crying, Viviette because the way you answered the phone broke my heart. I didn't even get into the limo just continued to run and run until I finally reached her huge mansion, greeted by the maids out in front. I stepped into the house, the maids taking in my appearance as when I asked them they seemed daze so I asked again;

"Where is Viviette?"

I snapped a little bit louder. "Mistress was down in the basement." one of the maids responded and I thanked them as I rushed through the long corridor. I found the basement and rushed down the stairs, missing a step and completely tumbling down; yet in pain I still managed to get back up. I saw her, crawled up in a corner, tucking her face away in her arms her phone was broken and sprawled out on the floor.

"Viviette?" I whispered softly as I walked towards her. She raised her head just so I can glance at her eyes my heart crunched. As soon as she saw it was me she tucked her head back down and I kneeled down next to her stroking her hair, her curls bouncing at my touch.

Viviette tried to squirm away from Hikaru, too embarrassed to let him see her. However, every time she tried to wriggle away from him, he pulled her into a hug that constricted every one of her muscles as her shoulders began shaking.

"W-w-why are y-you he-ere?" Viviette sniffled between words.

"You were crying," He whispered as he continued to brush back her hair.

"I was not..." Viviette sniffled.

"Yes you were; you were lying to me when you said you weren't. You were lying when you said there was nothing wrong, and you were lying when you said you wanted me to go away. I know you were, because I know you Viviette."

Hikaru finished with such a tender voice that Viviette froze. Her sobs were stalled for a moment after his words until abruptly Viviette broke free from Hikaru's grip and caused him to jump back in surprise. However, Viviette immediately wrapped her arms around Hikaru's neck and barreled him over onto his back, Viviette was laying on him. She grabbed a fistful of his hoodie and she broke out into a fit of sobs.

"H-H-Hikaru..."Viviette stammered in mid sobbing fest. Hikaru's face was flushed of the color red as he slowly wrapped his arms around Viviette and continued to stroke her hair.

"It's okay now." Hikaru assured her, but Viviette continued to dig her face into his jacket staining it with her tears. Viviette was so overwhelmed with how much he noticed about her. How much he cared. It sounded so much like how Hita would say everything...Only, Hikaru could see right through her lies.

Hikaru smiled, "My father when I was little said he met a little girl," he began and Viviette glanced up at him. "He said when he was away in a different part of Japan, there was a little girl he had met crying." Viviette's eyes widened but she didn't say anything as Hikaru continued. "He said that she was beautiful, not in appearance but in her smile everything would be alright. He was happy to know that he could make such a beautiful smile on that little girls face. My father said he hoped I'd meet that little girl one day and make her my bride, because she was the best kind of girl to have. I didn't understand what he met about that when I was little but he said that girl was such a crybaby sometimes it was cute how much she would cry. He said he was sad to leave that girl but he would have taken her with her, but she had already had such a wonderful family. I always wanted to meet that girl, my whole life...

"So I made a promise I would marry that girl if I found her, and I have ever since kept that promise". He suddenly looked at Viviette with a sparkle in his eyes which were using so teasing was so soft and gentle. "For some reason when I'm with you, I feel like I can't keep that promise..."

Viviette just smiled for the first time, the smile which made Hikaru's face heat up. "Can you describe her?"

Hikaru thought for a moment before he continued "My father said she was about my age, with long curled purple hair in two pigtails and light green eyes and she..." his eyes widened as he saw the heart pendant that laid right beside them and glanced at the smiling Viviette.

"And had a heart pendant, just like yours...".