Hey sorry for the late update! Today is the starting day of my two-month holidays and I just have the sudden urge to update, so there you are. A chapter delicated to all of you readers who have read and reviewed my story! Thank you all!

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(Full summary in the first chapter)

Allen winced as he touched the throbbing left eye that had been twitching for the whole afternoon. The dark matter inside wiggled greatly inside the eye socket, like something was arousing it, but he did not know what it was. The cursed eye that could reveal the akuma's dark side did not activate but just jolted slightly. Allen stood up and looked out of the window, wondering whether there was any akuma in the vicinity that caused his eye to react like this, but after second thoughts, it was almost impossible, as the war was already over and all the enemies were destroyed. Sighing, he returned back to his bed where there was a photo book lying on the bed. The teen felt the old pages as there was a photo of him and the rest of the people he knew in the Black Order.

There was a picture of him and Lavi taken in the library. The red-haired teen was giving a rather goofy grin as he was ruffling his white hair, acting like a big brother. Allen smiled as he missed the days laughing and sharing jokes with this bookman junior.

Now, it looked like he could hardly meet Lavi again, now that he had left, to become a Bookman, one that wandered around the world collecting history records.

Another picture was taken in the cafeteria. It was the only picture of him and Jerry, the kitchen cook. The white-haired teen loved his delicacies and he decided to take a photo with him to commemorate this.

Next to this picture was him with two Exorcists that he knew during his journey on finding his master. They were Arystar Krory and Miranda Lotto. Both were shy and clumsy, but because of Krory's inquisitiveness and Miranda's blunder through things, it brought up the atmosphere of the Order as everyone enjoyed their company.

But, they were not here anymore. During the war, both of them sacrificed themselves in order to protect their friends who were important to them, but they would always live within everyone's heart, and his too, as his very best friends.

Allen's finger jerked slightly as it turned to the next picture, which was a picture of Lenalee and him. It was taken during one of their mission, when they were in Paris. In coincidence, they had passed by the Eiffel Tower and he insisted to take a photo to show that they had come here before. Allen's fingers travelled through the smooth plastic on the photo book before he focused on the next picture quickly. He gasped as his breathing slowed, holding his breath.

It was another picture of him and Lenalee, and the photo was taken at the rooftop of the Black Order. On that day, he had confessed to the olive-haired girl and the girl accepted his confession, having the same feelings in return. It was the day that marked the starting of their relationship as they spent the rest of the day hiding at the roof from Komui, who had sister-complex, not wanting anyone to come near his precious sister. They stayed there till late of the night, watching the shimmering small stars in the night sky, twinkling silently.

That night was the best time he had ever had with Lenalee. Allen's hand clenched as tears started welling up his eyes. He gritted his teeth as he swiped off the tears from his eyes and walked out of the room hastily. He walked till the Ark's gate could be seen as he stopped his pace and just stared at the white door, hoping that someone would appear in front of him immediately. The boy sat down at a corner as his gaze never left the entrance of the Ark, looking longingly.

At a very far corner of the corridor stood Link, who was watching the boy sitting there, not doing anything. He let out a sigh as he continued to look after that boy. It had been days since Allen always arrived here at the same time, waiting for her to return. The secretary just closed his eyes before he took a chair and found himself a place to sit down, not intending to disturb that boy.

Kanda took his belongings with him as he went out of a room, having finished his usual routine checks with the doctors and scientists. Now that the war was gone, the Science department was thinking of ways to remove his curse embalmed on his chest. The shimmering lotus was held in his hands carefully as he turned around the bend. The white Ark was in view as the raven-haired teen turned to look at the transportation before looking down to see someone sitting there as usual. Kanda's pace slowed as he stopped by the railings, observing that particular beansprout in a distance.

"Idiot." He muttered. Everyone was just a bunch of idiots. He knew very well himself that this curse could never be lifted without that person, and the chance that Lenalee had...passed away was very high. She had been missing for the last six months and no one knew when they last saw this girl. The battle was so chaotic at that time. Everyone was spread out, some running, while others were fighting. This still remained a mystery. Maybe the girl was dead, or she might have been taken away by the Noah family, and just disappeared.

He continued to stare at the white-haired teen, wondering why he was not leaving and was standing here instead. Maybe he was just bored, and wanted to look around, but that might be his excuse only. He grunted as he frowned. To think that he was worrying for that dumb moyashi...was he going crazy? There were more people waiting to show their concerns to him, and who cared whether he was going to die of lovesickness or something? He...He did not even give a damn on him! At this thought Kanda groaned, rubbing his face in frustration.

"Ouch..." Allen muttered as he felt his left eye which was throbbing again. He looked around, wondering whether something caught his eye's attention. Maybe it was an akuma lurking in the Order in disguise, waiting for the right moment to kill them? At this thought Allen stood up immediately, searching high and low for suspicious-looking person. Link raised his eyebrow as Allen's actions caught his attention. As Allen turned behind to where the railings were, he just gasped as Kanda stood there, looking at him.

"Kanda?"

"Che." Was all Kanda said before he turned and walked away, his dark blue ponytail slapping to the left side of his shoulders as the tall figure disappeared. Allen just stared at the other's back view blankly as he blinked, rubbing his forehead in bewilderment. Sensing that nothing had happened, Link returned to his reading.

"Why was Kanda here? And why was he looking at me?" Allen mumbled as he pondered. There was something in that older teen that bugged him-the gaze in Kanda's eyes seemed to be telling him something; something that he needed to know, but yet he could not figure out what that was. And it was Kanda Yuu that we are talking about. That samurai hardly opened up his thoughts to anyone, not even to General Tiedoll, who treated him as his own son, though Kanda did not want to admit that he had a dad. Allen shrugged off that feeling as he looked at the clock across, realising that it was already this late. The boy then straightened his clothing and proceeded to the cafeteria.

"Supervisor. Supervisor." A voice was calling out as Komui's hand jerked and the cup of coffee fell onto the ground, shattered. Everyone just gasped as the dark brown liquid travelled through the papers on the ground. The dazed Chinese man blinked for a while before he stood up, staring at the shattered pieces.

"Komui Supervisor..." Reever spoke slowly, worried for him. Komui slowly bended down and picked up the broken pieces. As the trembling fingers touched the sharp edges, the Chinese man hissed softly as blood oozed out of the small cut at his index finger.

"Supervisor, we will clean up for you, so please..."

"Lenalee's cup..." He murmured.

"What?" Reever asked, not hearing what he said.

"Lenalee's cup..." Everyone stayed solemn, not saying anything. One of the science helper, Johnny, could not bear with this anymore and started to weep. Komui continued to stare, his eyes filled with tears before beads of them fell. Reever walked up to him and squeezed his shoulders gently and firmly, telling Komui silently that everyone would be with him. Komui sniffed as he burst into tears. It was the first time everyone saw this man cry. Komui always put a smile on his face whenever he was addressing his subordinates. Sometimes he just gave them nothing but loads of trouble, but this time, he broke down.

The thick, brown liquid continued to follow the trail of the stone tiles on the floor, getting lesser as it was being sucked up by the material of the papers on the ground. The broken pieces of the rabbit picture on the cup were scattered around, torn.

"Everyone, I have brought coffee to freshen all of you up." Everyone just looked at the olive-haired girl with tearful eyes as they threw the papers that they had gathered up into the air before rushing to her to get a cup.

"H-Hey hey hey, what are all of you doing?!? Do you know that it took me so many hours to organise them?!? Didn't you know?! Didn't you all know?!?"

"..."

"Hey, listen to me! Everyone!"

"..."

"H-E-L-L-O, can anyone please reply to meeee?"

"Nii-san, your coffee." Lenalee spoke as she smiled, handing him the familiar pink cup with the rabbit picture. Komui just stared at her for a while before he smiled and took over the cup.

"Her hand...when I was taking the cup from her, her hand was...extremely warm; so warm that my hand which was on hers did not feel as cold as before. She is like the sun shining in the sky, showering everyone with the warmth that we need." Komui spoke softly, feeling his hand, trying to remember that warm sensation on his skin, but all he felt was coldness and distantness that could freeze him instantly.

He looked up, tears still remained in his eyes. He inhaled deeply as he stared at the dull view outside the window.

"It's rather cold these days." Allen mumbled as he blew warm air to his cold hands, warming them up as he stared at the empty white sky. A gentle but chilling breeze blew past as he trembled slightly, rubbing himself to generate more warm. As he breathed out warm air just escaped and dissipated into the cold air. It was late September, and the leaves started to wither and die, fluttering onto the dirty ground.

Leaves of yellow and brown were spread all over the garden as a petal of sakura petal landed on his hand. Allen just stared at it and realised how beautiful it was. The pinkish-white matter shook slightly before it was carried away by the wind again. The trees swayed as the leaves rustled, and sakura petals twirled in circles with the wind, like the last petal dance. The younger teen just stared in awe at this stunning view. Time slowly ticked by as the boy just stood there, absorbed by this spectacular view.

He wished that Lenalee was here to watch this. He knew that this girl loved sakura a lot, and she wanted to dance under the falling petals of the sakura one day. He was sure that she would be the most beautiful girl in the world if she was here, dancing under the flying petals of the light-pink flower.

But...but...

Allen just sighed as he turned away and leaned against the cold stone pillar, staring at the walls in front. He slowly forced himself to smile before he felt something wet rolling down his cheeks and realised that he was crying again.

A sakura petal fluttered across in front of his eyes, and the time seemed to slow down as the petal bypassed his sight, glittering. Allen's eyes gradually went wide as he saw a blurry image of Lenalee standing ahead, smiling at him.

"Le..nalee..." Allen murmured, his gaze still fixed upon the faint figure. He took a step slowly as his hand slowly stretched out towards her. As the distance between them shortened, Lenalee suddenly faded like mist and disappeared, dissipating into the air around him. He stopped as he just stared at the position where she was before tears came back again, flooding his eyes. The surrounding around him was silent as he could hear the sound of the tears landing on the cold ground, one by one.

There was no one around at that time. As the cold wind continued to blow by, it made the whole place feel so solemn and heavy. He just gripped onto his collar-shirt, breathing heftily.

"Moyashi." Allen stiffened as he heard a familiar voice calling him. He cleared his throat as he quickly rubbed off the tears, putting that fake smile on his face.

Kanda, on the other side, just frowned. He knew that he was pretending again. How many times must he cry quietly in a corner like this? Kanda sighed as he looked around. It seemed like Link was not around. The white-haired teen must have run out by his own again.

"U-Uh...hi Kanda." Allen muttered as he briefly looked at him before he stared at the floor. The raven-haired samurai stopped in front of him as the both of them were silent, not saying anything to each other. Kanda's hand slowly reached out, wanting to touch the boy's cold cheeks, but then he stopped halfway and decided to drop the idea, standing beside him. He slowly leaned his head on the cold wall as he breathed out heavily, staring at the ceiling. Allen just remained at his current position.

"Where's that stalker?"

"I left him behind." Allen spoke plainly.

"Are you sure it is appropriate?" Allen sighed as he relaxed.

"I want to be alone, thus I left him behind. I know that no matter what I say, he would follow me wherever I go. I cannot blame him. Orders have to be followed." Kanda's eye twitched slightly at this sentence.

"I see." Allen just turned and looked at Kanda. The older teen's eyes were closed as the samurai seemed to be deep in thoughts. He noticed that Kanda's face was skinner than before. He wondered whether he had gotten enough rest after the war. Something caught his eye as he noticed some curvy lines at the side of his eyes. His hand was about to touch it when something gripped on his wrist.

"Don't...touch there." Allen's eyes widened, astonished.

"Why?" Kanda slowly lowered the boy's hand and released it, looking away.

"Nothing. Just...don't touch there." Allen just stared at the other before he turned and stared at the front. Even though the bickering and arguing between them had lessened, but he still felt rather distant with Kanda. The raven teen was very mysterious, and he could not help but wondered how many secrets he had not revealed to anyone, like the lotus curse on his chest for example, and it seemed like the black matter on his chest had spread further to his shoulders and his upper arm.

"It's beautiful." Allen spoke softly, staring out at the scenery once more.

"What?"

"The sakura. Those flowers...they are just simply beautiful." Kanda turned and looked at the pink petals hovering to the ground.

"Like Lenalee..." Though it was no more than a whisper, Kanda had heard it very clearly. That silly boy had been grieving again, for the one that he loved deeply.

He sighed as he was pondering what Allen had said just now.

Beautiful? No, they were just simply things that deceived people by their false fronts. Humans were just too naive and innocent, believing in things such as beauty. Whenever there was beauty, there would be a side of ugliness accompanied.

He thought that nothing in this world was beautiful. Nothing.

It was hard to believe that there were such things that contained beauty anymore. Even if they were beautiful, everything would be ruined by the Millennium Earl's plans as he turned everything that he had set eyes on into nightmare, one by one.

"Kanda?" Allen's words jolted him back to reality as Kanda turned to look at him.

He had a blank look in his eyes. Allen flinched a little. The emptiness shown all over him just gave him the shudders. He could not help but wandered why Kanda did not show the emotional side of him.

Like, he did not want anyone to get close to him. Allen leaned closer against the stone pillar, chasing away this cold feeling.

For once, he would like to understand more about Kanda. Understand what he was thinking, understand how he felt, understand why he would show that cold look to anyone that he encountered in his life. Instead of being frightened by his emotions, Allen was curious, and wanted to seek out more about that raven-haired samurai.

"Kanda," the tall figure stopped and turned around, showing the most unsympathetic look glowing in his eyes. Allen cringed at this as he continued, "...is your name right?"

"Nice to meet you. My name is Allen Walker."

Kanda just continued to stare(or rather, glare) at him before he spoke coldly, "Do I look like I'm going to shake hands with someone who is cursed?"

At their first encounter, that teen had shown much disdain over his personality and his looks, especially the red cursed eye that he had. He said that he would abandon his comrades if they were a burden to him. He spoke with unfeeling tone that he would do anything to guarantee the safety of the Innocence that they had to retrieve. He did not care about others' feelings. To him, they were unnecessary.

He would fight all the way he could to defeat the enemy, even if it meant sacrificing his life in return, he did not care.

This was what Allen admired him for. His determination and making decisions without any hesitation, even if the outcomes were cruel. He just carried out what he was supposed to do. He could control his emotions very well, masking that indifferent look on his face as he faced the enemy and the victims. If he was him, he could not do that. The screaming and begging of the chained souls viewed by his eye already pained him till he could not breathe.

Well, blamed it on his kindness and caring towards the coldest beast that he could find. He would feel pity for them and try all ways to make them feel better.

"Che. I'm leaving."

"Eh?" Allen turned to Kanda who was walking away, gradually disappearing into the darkness ahead. He opened his mouth slightly, wanting to call out for him, but no words came out. He sighed as he closed his mouth and stared in the distance.

Kanda closed the door quietly behind him as he clutched his left chest, grimacing. Heavy breaths could be heard around the room as the raven-haired samurai's gaze travelled to the flower resting on the table. His eyes widened as a petal fell onto the bottom of the hourglass, withered seconds later. He let out a gruff snort as he struggled to his bed and fell onto the white sheets, having no more strength as he winced. More black veins grew out of the dark curse as the whole black matter was all over his left chest and his shoulders, travelling down his left arm.

There was no time left for him. The curse still continued to drain his energy away slowly, and though he did not want to admit, he felt his strength gradually weakening. He could not do much for his usual training, and long walks made him tired easily nowadays. The samurai sat up tiredly as he stared at the window panes in his room. It looked as if he was being locked up in a cage here. He smirked.

How ironic. He stood up and slowly walked there, touching the cold metal slightly.

"Let me out! Let me out!" He roared and snarled at anyone who was near him, bearing his teeth in anger. The stench here just made him sick.

"He is currently not in his mental state."

"Anyone can understand. He is borne without any emotions programmed with him."

"For now, we continue with the experiment. There is a high chance that he will succeed, seeing the previous results."

Kanda sighed as he stared at the moon.

"Why am I here? Let me out! Let me out!"

It was very white and round today.

"I hate this! I loathe every living thing in this sinful world! I want...to KILL!"

He shut his eyes.

Gurgling screams and shrills filled the empty building.

His fists were slowly clenched.

He was tied up in metal chains, to prevent him from escaping. People just crowded around him in white, whispering silently to one another.

Someone came in, with a flower in his hand. For the first time, he stopped struggling and just stared at the shining one, stunned. It was pink with a little white at the edges of the petals. He had never seen such beautiful flower before...or did he? But never did he realise that...

"Kanda!" Kanda snapped out of his thoughts as he looked at the black golem where the voice came from. It was from Reever.

"Kanda, Komui Supervisor wants to see you at his office now." Kanda closed his eyes and sighed as he opened the door and walked out of the room. The flower lay there silently as one petal slowly detached from the flower and fell onto the ground.

He walked along the silent corridor. The surrounding was so silent that he could only hear his heavy footsteps by his tall boots. He could not help but grunted in frustration. Though he liked the silence now, but every now and then, he felt weird all over. Normally there were many people bypassing here, but now, there was hardly anyone here beside himself. He moved his stiff neck to loosen its muscles as he turned around a bend, walking along a wider corridor. There, in front of him, was the Ark's gates. His gaze followed the white edges of the structure before he stopped, finding himself staring at it.

It just brought many memories back to him, making him a little nostalgic. Kanda's eyes narrowed a little as he saw the familiar blonde-haired teen looking around, seemed to be looking for someone. He closed his eyes and sighed.

He wondered what Allen might be doing at this time. Somehow, he was worried about his current condition. Though his appetite had recovered a little, but he still looked extremely pale. His skin was sagging and he had eyebags, like a dying zombie.

Wait, why did he even care anyway? This feeling irritated him even more as Kanda gripped on the sheath of Mugen tighter, continuing to walk towards Komui's office. The echoes of the small breeze tickled his ear. He stopped as the door of that supervisor was in front of him. He sighed again as he knocked the door and went in.

Leverrier shifted his spectacles slightly on his nose as he approached a black tower, knocking on the door lightly with the back of his knuckles. He flipped the papers in his hand as he read the details inside, deep in concentration that he did not seem to notice a slight creak as the black door slowly opened.

"Inspector Leverrier."

The tall male loosened his collar tie as he turned to the person standing behind the door and nodded his head, entering. The surroundings were dim as the small flames lit on the small candles at the sides of the walls flickered lightly. The person in white robes bowed to the inspector once more as he gestured for him to follow, but the other did not seem to notice this as his gaze was fixed on the papers.

It was so dark, and quiet, that the sound of footsteps could only be heard. Drops of water from the ceiling could be heard occasionally as they stopped. The person in white robes muttered something under his breath as the place shook slightly, a door opened. They entered the room.

It was different from the surroundings that they had passed by just now. There were more lights, and machineries were everywhere. More people with similar white robes were doing their assigned tasks. Sounds of signals could be heard from the machineries present and tools were seen lying around, like a surgery room. Everyone seemed to be very busy with their assigned tasks until someone clapped his hands did they stop and looked at Leverrier, who was standing at the entrance.

"Inspector Leverrier." Everyone spoke as they bowed. Leverrier looked up from his reading and just merely nodded his head. The door behind him closed with a soft thud as he stepped in, looking around, seemed to be inspecting the area. Everyone did not move as they stood in straight lines, waiting for his further instructions.

"Give me the latest reports on him, Jeremy." Leverrier said. One raised his hand and nodded his head as he approached the table and took a file, handing over to him. The man just cleared his throat and stared at the writings. His frown did not seem to cease as his eyes narrowed a little, deep in concentration. Something bubbled while some other weird sounds were heard in the enclosed room. The atmosphere was rather tense as the inspector's face expression seemed to be cringing as he read on further.

"Did you hand the extra copy of these reports to Komui?"

"Yes, according to your instructions, Inspector Leverrier." Leverrier just merely nodded his head once again.

"Inspector, all is well when we study him, but we notice that the power of the seal is reminiscing. It has obviously been proven in these reports. There is no mistake."

Leverrier nodded his head, again.

"Signs of its awakening are visible. What should we doing, Inspector?"

Leverrier knitted his eyebrow as the grip on the papers tightened. The side of the papers where his hand was grasping was crumpling slightly.

"We have no choice. Keep an eye on him, and make sure he does not do anything strange. Since he is special from the rest, we must not underestimate him." Everyone nodded their heads as Leverrier walked out of the room and followed the one who led him here earlier till they reached the final exit. As he stepped out once again, he looked at the dull grey sky. Thunder boomed as the thick grey clouds travelled across the wide sky, with the accompaniment of the wind. His eyes furrowed with worry as he headed for the headquarters.

Something made him tense and anxious, though he did not know what that might be.

Allen stared at the dull horizon at the top of the roof. Every time, whenever he wanted to be alone, he would find himself at the rooftop or at the garden, clearing away those hazy thoughts that distracted his mind for the day. This time, he chose to sit at the rooftop, though he did not know why. He glanced at the travelling grey clouds in the sky from far as thunder crackled. The gust of wind howled and whistled in loud screeches to his ears, but yet he did not seem to mind the loud frequency of the sounds as he continued to stare into the grey space, drowned into thoughts.

Within moments, drops of rain started to fall, descending onto the earth with its tears. The Black Order flag flipped left and right strongly as the rain was getting heavier, yet he did not show any signs of leaving. The water streamed down his pale face as Allen opened his lips slightly, warm breaths escaping.

He did not know why he was not leaving yet. His body trembled from the cold, his body soaked wet. His white hair was damp as it drooped onto his shoulders, yet he did not want to leave. He felt like staying here for a while longer, having the accompaniment of the rain. Somehow, he liked this sensation.

It was like, though the rain could not speak, it understood what he was feeling right now, and for the first time, he liked rain.

In the earlier days, he did not like the presence of rain at all. You could not do much things outside, and it always spoilt the mood for happy occasions. Everyone felt gloomy, affected by its cryings outside. Most of all, it would bring back memories that you did not want to remember.

And he did remember. On that day, Mana died.

It was drizzling rather than raining, but he just classified this as raining, because it was the same to him. On that day, his foster father died. He left him abruptly, to him, and he told him that no matter what happened, he must look forward, never to look back and review on the past. That night, the sky was very dark as it started to drizzle. Taps of the droplets falling from the broken roof were heard. The light on the candle flickered as a bright, white light flashed across the sky.

He could hear his last breath and feel the soft thumping of his heart before everything came to a standstill. He knew this. He knew that he was very well dead, but yet he kept shaking him hardly, calling out for him loudly, covering the booms of thunder. He denied the fact that he was not here anymore, believing that he was just sleeping from a tired day today. He thought that this might be some kind of a joke that the circus people had invented.

He tried to laugh. His hoarse voice croaked through the cold surroundings till his throat hurt, but he could not seem to think that this was funny at all.

It was not even funny. It was scaring him.

To him, it was as if the theatre was showing a horror movie in front of his eyes, just that it was happening, right now.

"Mana...Mana...Mana..." He sobbed as tears filled his eyes and streamed down uncontrollably. He silently prayed to god not to let him die on him. He was not ready yet. Not yet, but what came next was even worst than this.

"How dare you...turn me into an akuma, Allen?!!!!!?" Allen shifted backward immediately, looking at the grey skeleton in fear. What had he done?

"Now, you belong to me, Mana Walker. Kill this boy in front of you immediately and claim his body!" The Millennium Earl's voice cracked with glee. The akuma was shaking vigorously, feeling the rage and anger overflowing him till he was going crazy. Blinded by the hatred within him, he lunged for him.

"Allen, how dare you turn your father into a monster?!? Curse you, Allen!" Allen gave a sharp cry as he was thrown backward, his back crashing onto the tombstone. He winced as blood was filling his left eye. His chest was so heavy that he thought he might sink down deep into the earth. His heart hurt so much that he thought that it was ripped apart. His body hurt everywhere, and fatigue gripped him.

"Mana...why..." Many questions filled his mind, and his vision was getting hazy. He did not know why Mana had treated him like this. He thought that Mana loved him, cared for him, yet...yet...

Suddenly a green glow of light flashed instantly between them. The akuma howled as it covered itself from the glare. Before Allen could register what was going on here, his left hand turned into a big, long metal arm, and it was approaching the akuma furiously, having the urge to devour his presence by its powers. Allen cried out in pain as he was being dragged along the rough surface.

When he looked up, he realised that it was too late.

"N-No, no! Run away, Mana! Run away! MANA!"

A cold gust of wind blew across the graveyard as the dirt travelled on the ground. Time seemed to stop as he gradually approached him.

"Allen,"

He could not bear with it anymore and screamed. Everything ended soon after as the surrounding was silent, once again.

"I love you."

This chapter is rather long as I have spent almost two - three hours typing and thinking of the progression of the story plot at the same time. Again, if you have any opinions regarding this story, feel free to leave me a message :) I might post another chapter again two-three days later, so please read and review! I really need opinions to how I can improve my story! Thank you all again!

Just a random statement: I feel like changing my username to ratedbubbles. Dunno, it just sounds random :/

And just a question to all. Does Komui's working office have a window? It sounds kinda weird, but I just add in to this chapter. Sorry again if this chapter sounds crappy, but I love it :)

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SingingBlues