Facing the consequences

Summary: I didn't have the slightest idea as to why she always waited for me late at night, healed my wounds and always gave me a scolding the instant I wake up. It was a regular routine, but why did she think it was okay to leave?

Thank you to those who reviewed! Thanks to those who read!

Please tell me if there's anything that needs to be fixed or if there's any questions then go on and ask away, but I can't guarantee that I'll be able to answer them accurately if it concerns the plot. ...I don't even know where this is going.

Thirteen pages here people, give me some time to work on the next one, please~?

Also, the ending of the previous chapter was supposed to be confusing!

Please enjoy!

Chapter 4

The tears kept falling and I don't think she was going to do anything to stop them. Her body didn't tremble and her voice didn't shake.

I guess even when the Joker cries, she doesn't at the same time.

A cruel joke.

"That's not what I meant."

What did I mean?

"Who are you?"

Why am I asking her this?

"My name is Hatsune Miku and I am the Joker of the Night."

You sound like you're lying.

"I know."

Then why am I asking?

"Leon told me to come here."

"He's dead."

"I'm dead."

"You're alive."

Were we playing a game?

"You're alive, I'm dead."

"Stop playing with me."

Her lips broke into another psychotic smile. I winced. She was seriously scaring me.

"Why are you like this?"

I need to know.

"Len." The way she said my name sounded strangely soothing. "I'm not strong, so please go; I don't want you or the others to see me."

"…I…"

"Please Len, I hate crying."

Her lips finally began to tremble and so did her body. Was she beginning to crack?

"You have to go." She pushed back my hand, and began pushing me away from her. I didn't bother standing firmly on the ground, it wasn't worth it. "You have to go, Len."

"I…don't want to."

"Yes, you do."

She gave me another shove and I staggered back. Her eyes were still producing tears and I couldn't shake off the feeling that this scene wasn't right. It was like some destruction of logic. The Joker of the Night never cried. She never cried. She wasn't supposed to cry.

Before I noticed anything else, she stepped towards me and treaded her finger tips against my skin. I winced once more. Her fingers were cold, but they were relaxing against my now heated skin. My face felt really hot and soon her entire being was closing in on me while I began back up. She followed like a loyal pup does to its owner.

Soon my back was against the wall, her fingers were still treading themselves on my warm cheeks and she was still inching closer. Her eyes didn't gaze into mine, but mine sure as hell gazed into hers. My heart was racing and I felt my body shaking.

I know I'm not one to watch romantic shit on TV, but ever since we've lived in the house Sweet Anne picked, the TV has been prone to showing the stuff whenever Rin or her have control over the controller. So, I have no idea if I'm right, is this where something…uh…happens? Okay I had to face the facts; I think she was going to kiss me.

I could feel her breath and caught a floral scented perfume wafting from her. Instead of doing what I expected her to do; she pulled me into a tight embrace. Her arms were wrapped around my neck and she resumed tracing her fingers onto my neck instead. She was incredibly warm. It was really unimaginable to find out that the robotic maid herself could be so warm.

However, I was pretty flustered though; I could feel her developed chest while she hugged me. I thought she was flat, to be completely honest. No, I'm not a pervert, I'm not!

"Can we stay like this for a few seconds?"

My face heated up. W-What?

"Please?"

She sounded so desperate and so vulnerable …and sad. I was hovering over my options of either doing as she wishes or pushing her way. The force of her tracing deepened and I cringed.

"S-Sure…"

Oh great, I was stuttering now. How come my mind can be so confident with words while my voice was betraying me? I'm not supposed to care about this woman. Why was she affecting me so much? I didn't hold her or anything, my hands were still stunned at my sides and my arms were tense. There wasn't really any thought processing in my head as to what I should do.

She began mumbling words, burying her face into my shoulder. There was a particular phrase that I caught while deciphering her string of incoherent sentences.

"…stay like this…Mikuo…"

Who?

She slipped her fingers away from my neck and quickly took a step back, releasing her hold on me. No…I didn't want the warmth to go away. The chilling sensation came back and deleted all the warmth that previously wrapped itself around me. Her eyes swept left to right and the sound of people coming this way echoed in the hall. She bit her lower lip.

"You have to go."

"I'm not leaving."

I felt too vulnerable to leave.

"Mikuo, go!"

She said someone else's name. The feeling of a rusty knife drove straight through my chest. I chewed the inside of my cheek. If I bit hard enough then I could probably tasted the metallic nature of my blood. It was better than the taste of Rin's bitter tears from before, I'm hoping.

Was she thinking of whomever this guy was instead of recognizing it was me? My chest felt like a rusty steel pipe was digging itself into it and I instinctively reached up and clawed at my chest. The pain pulsed harder every time my heart created a beat. Why?

"I'm not him!"

She froze and I could see her eyes widened by the sudden revelation. Did I do something wrong?

"O-Of course, you're not him." She shook her head. "You're not him, yes, I was mistaken."

"Who is he?" I pushed. She was keeping too many secrets from me. Everyone was keeping secrets from me. When was it going to be my time to finally grab a thread of truth from the blanket of lies everyone had going?

"You need to go; you're still in need of the photo shoot after all."

Before I could say anything, she turned around and dashed off. I hissed a curse when Defoko and that blond haired guy, Sora, brushed past her.

"Was that Ku-oneesama?" Sora questioned with perplexity in his voice.

Defoko nodded, but shifted her attention from him to me. "Teto wants you back."

I growled in dissatisfaction.

The Joker of the Night disappeared again.

Meiko wasn't too happy with me and she continually yelled at me while we were driving back home with Kaito behind the wheel. Rin fell asleep by the window with Sweet Anne between us and Meiko sitting in the passenger's seat up front. I had my arms crossed and sunk further into my seat. The radio was playing softly in the background and Kaito didn't really say much.

Sweet Anne was trying to calm Meiko down, but her efforts were futile. When the alcohol loving demon gets angry, there's no way in stopping her.

"Please Meiko-nee, Len just got lost! It's an honest mistake to confuse the different studios!"

"Honest mistake my ass! He wasn't supposed to wander around!"

"Meiko, I think you're stretching this out of proportion."

"Shut up Bakatio!"

"M-Meiko-nee!"

In all honesty, I wasn't really paying attention. All I could hear was the sound of the wheels scratching against the street and the muffled roaring of the engine. My thoughts were all jumbled up about how I bumped into Miku and how she kept mentioning this Mikuo person. By the sound of their names, I know they're related.

I furrowed my brows, clenching my teeth, my fingers tapping against my arms.

She wasn't supposed to matter to me. She's not supposed to make an impact on me. She didn't care about me. She doesn't. She was only doing what Leon told her to do. Whatever it is he told her.

Leon was our, mine and Rin's, uncle so why did he give Miku some weird and mysterious order? Wasn't Meiko or Kaito or even me good enough for him to tell whatever he was telling Miku? Was I nothing to him?

I shook my head, feeling my newly trimmed hair slapping my face. I have to pull it up again; long hair was annoying.

What made Miku so freaking special?

…I think I was getting obsessed.

I needed to clear my head. There was nothing to worry about. Leon didn't want me to know about anything that he didn't think I should know about. Yeah that was it. I mean, he didn't want anyone to tell me about Mikuo was because he wasn't important.

He shouldn't be important because he—

"…her brother died."

Kaito's voice rang inside my head and my eyes shot wide open. I quickly hid my surprise until we were parked in the drive way of our house. When Kaito twisted the keys off in the ignition, my hands flew to the handle of the car, flung it wide open and I jumped out.

"Where do you think you're going?" Meiko called for me while she was getting out from her door.

I didn't think, more like I wasn't able to process everything, and I bounded off.

"Len!" They all screamed, but I ignored them. I had to run away to think of some stuff. Besides, it's not like I couldn't protect myself. I wasn't directionally challenged and I memorized the place so I could hitch a ride on a taxi or something.

Mikuo was Miku's brother, and he died, so…I reminded Miku of Mikuo? Was that the reason she took care of me and scolded me? Did she just see her brother when she looked at me? Was I just some sort of replacement?

Actually, the answer I want most is:

Why am I thinking about her?

"We were worried about you."

How did I end up here?

"I had a feeling you were going here."

"Shut up."

"You're so predictable."

"Then you'd know I was gonna come back."

He stayed silent and pulled up a chair beside Lola's bed. If you didn't realize it, I somehow ended up visiting Lola without any recollection of what happened in between me running off and ending up here. She was still and only the sound of the mechanical ventilator made sound between the three of us.

"Y'know, Leon and Lola were going to get married."

"…I know."

"They really wanted you and Rin as their children."

"I know."

"We were going to clean our lives after paying all the debts."

"And we are cleaning our lives."

"Not in the way that Leon wanted."

"We're out of that place."

"Physically yes, but mentally, we're still there."

"Out of sight, out of mind."

"Face it, Len, you can't keep running away from your problems."

I banged my fist against the wall. There was some part of me that hoped that would wake Lola up and fix the whole mess, but another part knew that wouldn't happen. A simple punch to the wall wouldn't wake up a person in a coma. No matter how much I wished it did.

Instead of responding, I dragged myself towards Lola, my eyes hovering over her cold face and I slowly searched for her hand under the white blankets. I forgot how warm she used to be, how loud she used to laugh, how strong she was when she swung her frying pan against Leon's head. I chuckled softly to myself. Lola always made me laugh even when I was in a bad mood. She was so whimsical and so energetic twenty four seven if she was sick, injured or tired.

Even if she was in her "I'm-going-to-murder-you" moods, she always had that comical side of her attached to her words. Then… my hand clutched hers and I wished that gave a spark of life to her comatose body. Then a stupid disease caught her and she was paralyzed. When were you going to wake up, Lola? When? How long am I going to keep hoping you were going to wake up one night and show up at the door with open arms?

My hand gripped hers again. I hope I didn't look too emotional since Kaito was in the room. He didn't do anything nor say anything; I guess he was just sitting there. There wasn't really much to look at in the hospital room. The door was slight ajar with plain uniformed doctors and nurses pacing around the squeaky clean hall ways with those annoying fluorescent lights. The walls here had paint chipping away and two plain beds with machines around them. A curtain sliced the room in two and an old TV was suspended on one of the corners.

A vase of withering flowers was set on a desk beside Lola and I glared at them. Those flowers had better not be some kind of twisted foreshadowing of Lola's future. I'd better get her new ones.

"Don't you have any questions to ask me? You were in a brooding mood when you returned to Studio C."

He noticed me? I thought his mind would be too preoccupied with Miku. I flinched again. Crap, I don't wanna be thinking about her while I was standing by Lola's bed side. I released her hand and leaned against the wall, sliding to the floor. When was I going to have a moment of peace in this thick skull?

"Ask away, I'm sure Lola would want you to know at least something."

I juggled around my options. There were so many things that they hid from me, but I knew that there would be several that Kaito would refrain from asking. He'd probably say that I wasn't rational enough to handle it.

"…what's Mikuo's story?"

Kaito shot me a wary look, glancing back to Lola then to me. Was this question the one he would refrain from answering?

"I-I remember you saying that you guys were the reason her brother died, but…" He held his hand towards me, silencing my stumbling words. He shook his head and breathed deeply, twisting the chair around so he could face me.

"It started back to when Leon and Lola found Miku and Mikuo. We all suspected Mikuo to be the oldest, but apparently we were wrong. They were about a little under ten, from what I can remember, but after a few years since they joined, they showed great promise. Both of them were ready to make it big in the club we used to own-"

Wait, hold up.

"Club?" I repeated with eyebrows furrowing. "You guys used to own a club?"

Kaito nodded with a calm look. "Yeah, you and Rin would be in the back room playing."

We played in a club? What the hell?

"Leon owned it, calling it Vocaloid. Anyway, in the basement, there was some illegal gambling going on down there. We'd send some people willing to play against our trump card-"

"Miku."

He nodded once more. "Yeah Miku, she had incredible intuition and was our…champion, I guess, in the underground gambling." He sighed with exasperation. "Fourteen and was already gambling; I had no idea why Leon wanted a little girl to deal with all those brutes."

"Continue."

"Right…" Kaito breathed in before continuing, "Well there was a guy who complained about Miku cheating, of course she would never, but she didn't know about this. Leon tried calming this person, but when he couldn't, Lola kicked him to the curb. He came back again while Lola was busy manning down the bar area, so Meiko and I dealt with him. We brought him to the park close by, but he decided to play dirty and got his own gang behind him.

"We got beaten pretty hard; Anne came just in time to stall the guys, but then they started circling her. I tried to get up to help her, but I wasn't able to and Meiko was out cold. I was about to call Leon for help, but that was when Miku came in and tried dealing with them by picking up the fight. I told her to go home, but I noticed something different about her."

I nodded slowly when he paused and hissed a breath; he sounded while he was going to break down crying sometime soon. There was no way in the back of my mind that I was going to be able to calm him down.

"She started out fine, and then…came the ambush."

"A knife went into the mix, didn't it?"

He winced and strangled his scarf. "The wig came off and Mikuo was gasping in pain. Anne was too freaked to do anything so I sent her off to pick up Meiko and run off to get Leon or Lola and she did so I was left to take care of Mikuo. I took the knife out and knocked out the guy who stabbed him, and when Leon finally came he took out the other guys. Mikuo didn't last and Miku was crying for days after his death. We gave him his own personal funeral and that was that.

"…and that's Mikuo's story; he lived protecting his sister and died doing just that," Kaito finally finished and all there was left was a heavy silence.

That was some pretty heavy stuff, and I knew I got the summarized version of it. So Mikuo pretended to be Miku to calm down the other guys and that was when he got stabbed in the back disguising his self to be his sister. I guess that makes sense, I mean, I'd do the same for Rin if she were threatened to get killed.

"So Mikuo heard everything and decided to play hero," I mused, earning a nasty glare from the usually goofy Kaito. I sucked in a terrified breath. Damn, never knew the guy could be so frightening.

"He and Miku shared a really close bond; she was broken when he died. She wouldn't eat for days, slept in most of the weeks and didn't talk to anyone for months." She sounded like she was trying to die a slow, painful death. "She kept blaming herself with his death and didn't listen to us."

"Is this why she's been like a robot when she was with us?" And how she kept seeing me as Mikuo?I didn't add in that last part, it felt like a stab in my pride when I thought about it.

He heaved a deep sigh and nodded solemnly. "She was deluding herself, thinking that if she took care of us then she could make up for what happened with Mikuo." He scoffed a bit. "She was putting too much of a burden on herself."

"Just because of Mikuo?"

"…Actually…she was doing it because she felt like she could repay the debt to Leon for taking in Mikuo."

Leon? There it is again. What was Leon's connection to Miku that went above all else? And what was it that made Miku think she had to shut herself down to repay Leon? So many questions, so little amounts of answers. I glanced at Lola. She would know everything, but she's not awake. It doesn't seem like she'll ever be awake.

Lola…was the mom I've always wanted.

"What did Leon tell Miku to do?"

Kaito raised a brow. He had the look that questioned my own and I was aghast as to how he didn't even know what I was talking about. "What are you talking about? Miku never spoke to Leon while we were in the hospital."

What?

"B-But Miku kept saying that Leon kept telling her to do all this stuff!" I exclaimed, shooting up onto my feet.

"Len," The usually clumsy man said with a strict tone. "Do you know something?"

I looked at him with wide eyes and came to a conclusion.

Lie.

"Len," Sweet Anne's voice was like a breath of fresh air. There wasn't any scorn or question in it, it was just pure kindness. I pulled back my hair from my face and slipped myself up from the bottom of the filled bathtub. "Sweetie, you're going to be late for lunch."

I sighed. "Your manager's here, isn't he?"

"Regrettably yes, so Meiko took shelter in the garage."

I scowled. I didn't like the guy; he barely even acknowledged any of us as human even when we stood right there in front of him. All he cared about was getting Sweet Anne famous and being punctual. I usually tried hiding away in my room or climbing to the roof in order to avoid encountering him.

"I don't wanna see Mister-Everything-Needs-To-Be-On-Time Tonio; he kills the mood with his pen."

I splashed around. It's only been about three minutes since I even started the bath and now she warns me about him? Talk about unprepared.

"Tonio is a nice man; he's just not used to all of you yet." It's so like Sweet Anne to try to sugar coat everything. The truth of the matter is that Tonio despised us. Well that is until we made a few pages in the newest edition of that modeling magazine we were debuted in. He was harassing us to no end about how he should manage all of us so we could make it big. Of course, I refused – as did Kaito and Meiko – while Rin contemplated on the idea.

Even though we did get a nice check with the modeling job, they cut out some as punishment for some random fight that Meiko started. I think it was because of Teto or something.

"Len, please!"

I shivered. I hated when Sweet Anne started begging. "Alright m-mom!" Yeah… that wasn't really easy to spit out.

Well Mr. Punctual, it's time for your least favorite to come out.

I hope you're ready.

I gave a grin at my devious thought.

It was safe to say that Tonio was definitely reconsidering hiring me as a professional model when he stormed out of the house. Of course that sludge of cake on his back along with the home made spaghetti toupee was my way of saying, "No thank you" to his offer. As he stormed out, he gave me the evil eye and I cracked an innocent grin.

Kaito stopped himself from laughing as he offered to let Tonio clean up in our bathroom while Rin was panicking over how I could do something like that to him. It wasn't really my fault that I tripped over the leg of my chair and my plate of spaghetti just happened flung at him. Anyway, the cake wasn't my fault either, Meiko was the one who was enraged with him mentioning Teto and her inner beast took over. So I have to say that the punishment of doing double the chores was worth it to see how the scene played out.

…though it was also worth it to hear Sweet Anne's sigh of relief when Tonio left.

I always knew there was a dark side to her after all!

My back was against the wall and I stared blankly at the old photo in my hand. It was the same one that made Sweet Anne cry while we were packing up in our old place. Kaito slipped it into my hands before he started shifting all the boxes around in our room.

"This isn't…Miku…I'm guessing." I turned the photo around in all angles to check if I was right.

"Yeah, it's really Mikuo."

"He looked like a girl."

Kaito chuckled, opening up a box and swatting away a small puff of dust. "We all thought that too, so we got those two mixed up all the time." He began taking out some older folders and binders. "They would play tricks on us all the time and would even dress as the other for laughs… well that is until they started growing up."

I felt my face heat up a bit. I think I felt the faint feel of Miku's chest. I slapped myself louder than I had originally planned. Kaito gave me a look and scowled.

"Don't think about Miku like that!" He scolded and I flung my hands up in the air, my fingers still holding onto the photo.

"K-Kaito! I-I wa-wasn't!" It wasn't my fault that she pr—He threw a binder straight at me and I fell to my left, knocking my head into the other wall. "THAT HURT!" I wailed, trying to soothe the places I got hurt in those few seconds. Kaito seriously had a temper! Was Sweet Anne the only adult here that could control it? Seriously?

"Get those thoughts of out the gutter, Len!"

"K-Kaito!"

After multiple scolding lectures and folders later…

Kaito stalked off to grab himself a tub of ice cream and enjoy it on the couch, watching movies with the other two women. I managed to recollect myself and crawled out of my room to find that Rin's door was ajar and that she was silently doing homework in it. Speaking of homework… I should really get to doing mine.

I slithered my way into her room and closed the door with a loud slam. She jumped in shock on her new bed and glared at me with the intensity of the sun itself. I felt like I was going to slowly burn to a crisp and then turn into ash. That wasn't a very pleasing thought, considering how we still weren't on good terms with one another.

"Hey Rin."

She didn't speak; instead she only resumed writing some essay that I didn't care about. This was getting nowhere fast.

"Do you mind if we talk?"

I really needed someone to distract me from my running mind; it was getting tired and sick of running around, fishing for answers. The sound of the pencil against the paper started speeding up and I could tell she was getting frustrated.

"Rin…"

Then she stopped when the tip broke off from the wood. Her head lifted up and the glare was still in place. Did she hate me that much?

"What do you want?" She spat and I winced. She never raised her voice to me.

"I just want to talk." I had to use proper English, no slang; if I start with any slang or cursing then she's going to break and I can't let that happen.

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Rin, we're siblings, I don't want anything to come between us."

That did it. The pencil snapped in half and the sounded left an endless echo in the small room. Her eyes had a mix of betrayal, anger and hatred; three painful emotions that I created. I bit the inside of my cheek. This was not supposed to happen, but I let it happen. Am I biggest idiot in the world or what?

"You let her come between us."

Not this again. I wasn't in love with Miku. I never loved her. In reality, she never existed.

"You chose her two times over me."

There she goes again! I don't remember even choosing her once before!

"For the love of it all, Rin, please tell me when I ever did that!" I cried out in utter frustration. I was really hoping that she could finally stop talking in riddles and give me a straight answer. That's all I've ever wanted when this twisted solace even started.

Her lips were pursed toward and her eyes began getting misty. The image of Miku instantly appeared in my mind when we were back in that deserted hall. Except instead of a psychotic smile, Rin gave me a hurt one that pierced my heart.

"When we were younger… you… you…" She pushed her binder away with the pencil tumbling down from the bed to the floor. "You said you liked Miku better. You kept saying that Miku was going to make everything better as if I wasn't good enough for you."

That was it? "Rin, we were kids back then, I just saw Miku as some grown up so I ju—"

"Shut up! You said she'd make everything better! You practically said that she made you happy. You made me feel like some worthless pile of trash!" She whipped her hands to her face, wiping away the tears in vain.

I felt completely immobilized.

"You're an idiot."

Thank you Miku for always making me feel better.

"And again, even when you're with me, you STILL think about her!" I-Is she reading my mind or something? Can she see it as clear as day or something?

More tears fell and I felt my life slowly slipping away, breaking into two. My one and only living family member was crying because of me. She was beginning to crack like fragile glass because of me. She acted like a hollow shell because of me. I hope that this sick pattern was going to end because I know that everything that happened between us was going to end with me taking responsibility.

This was unfair.

All of it.

Every fiber of this entire situation was just… just…

"Unfair."

"W-What?" Rin questioned weakly through her sobs.

"This whole thing with us is unfair." I clenched my fists, looking at her straight in the eye. "Rin, for the recent years of our lives, I've always had to comfort you and do everything for you just so you wouldn't break down and have some panic attack!" I flailed my arms for exaggerating, watching her every move.

"B-But—"I waved my hand at her, dismissing her interruption.

"I gave up everything I wanted to do just so you could be happy and feel secure. I rejected all those girls from school because I knew you felt insecure when I was with them; I wasn't able to make any friends because you hovered around and I wasn't even able to eat lunch in the cafeteria because you liked it better with us having a private meal! You were suffocating me, Rin, and I didn't think I could take it, but I did, because you were happy. I wanted you to be happy.

"Then you wanted more than what I could give you, Rin. You wanted me to be something I didn't want to be. You wanted me to be your lover, you wanted me to give up my non-existent feelings for you and do whatever at your every beck and call. It drove me insane to know that every kiss we had was a lie because you convinced yourself that this was what you wanted. It wasn't, was it?"

I gave her a hard look, taking in a deep breathing after my speech. Rin was frozen, her mouth was slight agape and her eyes were still tearing up, but they lessened. I didn't give her another chance to retort.

"For me, that's not what I wanted. I wanted a sister who wouldn't break down and come crying at the slightest of offenses. I wanted a sister who was happy for her brother and was able to do things on her own. I wanted a sister who wasn't some spoiled brat who needed her brother to give her the affection she desired! So face it, Rin, I can't force myself to love you, I can't go on living in some cage waiting for you to need me – to use me – when you think you have to have me close by."

I felt my voice shaking, but I couldn't stop. It felt so good to vent out these feelings.

"And you never listened to what I wanted to say. You keep saying that you want to help me, but you only say that to make yourself feel better. So just look in the damn mirror and get over the harsh reality that you're not the only one in my world anymore!"

Rin squeaked out some sort of hoarse sound and I breathed in once more. It felt so… self-fulfilling to finally confront Rin about what I've been trying so desperately to hide all these years. I guess this fight was what I needed to finally do something for me, and it was great. I never even fathomed the thought of venting all of this.

Again, it felt good.

"I don't have a choice."

"Yes you do."

…y'know what, Miku? I guess I did have a choice after all.

Rin began to cry again. This time, though, it didn't faze me. "I-I… I-I… I just wanted to show that I loved you! You kept disappearing all the time I-I… I thought I was going to lose you and…a-and…"

"Just…stop Rin; I...don't wanna hear it." I began turning away and allowed my hand to hover over the door knob.

"W-Wait, Len!"

"What?"

"…d-do you…still…l-love me?"

"As a brother should love his sister."

I left before she could ask any more questions and felt a grin stitch itself on my lips.

I felt free.

This chapter was so hard for me to write ==" There was so much to write here because I promised to clear some things up, but I have no idea if I caused any more confusion or actually did what I promised.

I seriously wanted to end the whole Len x Rin thing I had at the beginning and thought that Len was stressed enought that he should be able to vent at least one of his major problems. I wasn't bashing on Len x Rin, really, I wasn't. ...believe me.

I think the scene at the beginning was a Len x Miku moment, right? Please say it was == I feel like I disappointed some people who were waiting for some romance to bloom between them. That was just the first step in their relationship. Len's just a confused kid, and Miku is the matured young woman, so yeah, romance between them isn't going to happen just like that ._.

Also, I mentioned somewhere in the fic that Len had homework to do, so I'll explain down here. Len actually started going to school in between chapters, so why didn't I add the scenes of him going to school in this chapter? It didn't come up as important so I didn't. I'll always do a filler chapter if you guys want?

~Ventus