Guns: I hate getting grounded for stupid things...

When she let go, I continued to stare at her even though she went on to talk to her mother. It was only after I was able to calm myself did I begin to question her existence. Her eyes had more green to them and her teal hair was slightly more blue than mine from what I could tell. She must have had really dark black hair before and deep brown eyes. She must have had more brown in her eyes or not have been to exposed to not as much radiation as me. She did have a similar name to me as- Miku Hatsune, Mikuo Hatsune. Miku and Mikuo were very uncommon names along with the last name of Hatsune. The differences that existed between us were small and subtle, but how could so many things be in common? I shook my head slightly as I looked back at her.

One of the main differences I found then was that she smelled like... rosemary and lemonade.

It was then I became extremely self conscious around her. I came here expecting to work- not to be put to the audience of two women. I looked down at my clothes- an old pair of jeans, my work boots, a white shirt and my brown jacket and hat. Oh shit, I'm wearing a hat, I thought to myself as I quickly took off my hat and looked down at the floor with embarrassment. Even I knew better than to wear a hat indoors of someone else's home...

Miku turned from her mother and back to me with a smile. "Come with me." I nodded and quickly followed her down the hall and up the stairs. She kept quiet the whole time so I decided to be the one to break the silence.

"So...Ms. Hatsune..." I said a bit nervously.

"Yes?" she said without facing me.

"Where are we going?"

"To my bedroom. I have a multitude of things that need to be fixed," and just as she finished the sentence, we stopped in front of two large, white doors. She pulled the golden handle down and opened the door to a large bedroom. The curtains were flowing from the open windows and it gave the room a sense of odd beauty as they gently flowed. Those curtains... they must have concealed many secrets. "The windows are broken..."

"All of them?"

"All of them," she answered as she looked at the eight windows.

"How are they all broken? I mean, understand one but all of them? At the same time?"

"You notice too many things..." she said quietly. I looked at her as she sat on her large, black covered bed. Black seemed to suit her which was odd. Most girls loved wearing soft beautiful colors, and they would bring in a sense of color and joy into the room. Miku though, seemed beautiful in her own sense just wearing her black robe over her white night gown. To be so enchanting in such dark consuming colors, perhaps that was one of the things I most enjoyed about her.

I walked over to the window and saw that they were all broken in different places but all the damage went in a curved line almost like... it was shot with a machine gun. I shook my head as I got my gloves out of my pocket and began to take out the windows' glass until I looked up and saw that Alcatraz was right in her view.

"That's weird, you can see the Rock from here."

"Yes, I know."

"Does it ever bother you?"

She smirked lightly at my question, "Why Mikuo, when you're in my family, seeing Alcatraz from your bedroom is like looking into your future from your bedroom."

What was that suppose to mean..?

Guns: bleh, I had to cut this chapter short. I'm sorry! I got grounded plus even after I was off being grounded, I was still overloaded with homework. OTL ...I have a report every weekend. Woohoo... Anyways, I'm back on track though. Sorry for the wait.

Anime-Addict-no-1: omg, xD give him some time to let it sink in. This Mikuo is a little slow... just a little. I hope you stay tuned. I got some nice plans for this story. :3

Children of Light: Ohonhon, Mikuo is glad she isn't four for well... *smirks* let's just say this story is under romance for a reason.

No Panda Hug Fo You: aww, xD I totally forgot about that whole sweaty palm thing. But I don't think someone would have sweaty palms in the middle of winter. x3 Oh well, HOORAY FOR AWKWARDNESS.

Guest: It depends on the request.

AruuYuda-ShoriKyuyu: Hehe, thanks! I am surprised though xD Most people like a tsundere Mikuo but bleh, I wanted to make him a bit more serious for this story.

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