A/N: Hello beeches! You have no idea how glad I am to be back okay qnq /sobs

I've missed all of you so much QAQ (now praise me XD)

My exams were total shit and I'm so disappointed in myself that I can no longer give a fuck so—

Ye, let's reply reviews instead of wallowing in my sorrow.

Review Replies

J053D4N13L35C083D0: Yes, I suppose so XD Rin just magically appears at the right time. Istg she's a life saver.

The Shameless Carrot -Zhane17: Mugod, then we have the same country timing \(^0^)/ I'm so sorry. QAQ Sleep is important… BUT MY FIC IS IMPORTANTER! WAHAHAHA :D I know right, Len is such a ferocious asshole XD And yes, I think your carrots are fabulous. And do roll him flat so Miku can pin him on the wall like a poster XD

Shino No Mikaga No Kudotaka: Yep, the twins unite! Heh. She has like the most fabulous timing in history. Can you believe how she just magically appears? Give them the banana; if it's Len's, I'm pretty sure they'll like it even more ;) I cracked up at your conversation X'D Ye, manly tears. I'm guilty of making Len guilty of his guilty-worthy crime. (i'm confusing myself)

Awesome D.T: He's a sickly awesome bastard ;) You can't help but love him okay XD YE THEY KISSED MUACK MUACK :* Yes, and they're USED. Maybe the glasses Miku got him wasn't good enough XD Surprise, surprise, bijes XD I'm a fuckin' magician like Rin (who magically appears at the right timing)

HanaLoid: Rin with yandere tendencies?! WAHAHAHAHA I crai everitiem. X'D Len screwed Meiko….literally. I'm keepin' up with it. quq Take care too~ As you can see, I'm updating rn bc of all of you.

146LenKu: Eheheeh, of course, it's cuz there's a great writer…. (I'm jk)

Black White and Superstitious: Which do you mean? More to come, though. DUN DUN DUUUUUUN

Notices

Exams are finished so I'll try to update regularly /cackles

Also, go check out my new one-shot, Respond to me ! :D link: s/10322657/1/Respond-to-me

Let's move on to the story now :3

Mikuo glanced at the door before turning back to the omelette he was frying. "Just in time for dinner, Miku!" he chuckled. He carefully transferred the omelette onto a plate full of fried rice.

Miku shut the door behind her, taking no notice of Mikuo or what he had said as she smiled giddily to herself. She flopped onto the couch rather ungracefully and sighed dreamily at the day's surprising events. A light blush formed at her cheeks at the thought of what had happened at the train station. Mikuo walked over to her, confused at her silence.

"Hello, hello, Earth to Miku," the 21-year-old interjected, peering in wonder and simultaneously waving his hand in front of his cousin's dazed face.

Miku snapped to her senses and then shot him a bemused grin. It shocked him for a second, for she hadn't been this happy for quite a while. A year and more, to be more precise. Only recently had she seemed better.

"So…What made you happy today, huh?" Mikuo asked, curious.

She didn't answer; she just sighed once again in an enchanted manner.

Mikuo raised an eyebrow at that. What in the world was up with her?

"Hey, hey. Cousin talking to you over here?" he snapped his fingers, once again bringing Miku out of her day-dream; or rather evening-dream.

"Hmm?" was her only reply as she slowly got up and trotted over to the kitchen. She brought out both their shares of dinner to the dining area and placed them side by side, still in her lightheaded mood.

Before she could insert a spoon of rice into her open mouth, Mikuo clammed his hand over her lips.

"No eating till you answer me. Speaking of which, you're back quite early. Aren't busy with your…" he faked a cough before continuing, "business?"

She un-clammed her mouth before shooting back, "As if you aren't. Anyway, I wasn't out doing all that today. I was giving tuition to my-" a smile interrupted her sentence. "-friend."

Mikuo smirked at that. Friend? Sure, a friend. In the pig's snoot would he ever believe that.

"I'm assuming what you decipher as a friend is what normal humans like me would call a sex buddy. And a particularly satisfying one at that," he teased. For that, he had earned an insulted slap on the arm from the teal haired relative.

"I'm not as lustful as you think I am, you ass. At least not as much as you." she mocked. "Besides, he really is just a normal friend. Just that he makes me really happy when he does things. And weirdly enough, when others do it, I don't feel the same. Anyway, I've decided not to tell you what happened after you teased me. You get what you deserve."

Mikuo stifled a laughter—not that he knew, but from what he read or heard, a friend certainly wouldn't make someone feel this way. An amused expression was plastered on his face. Despite being physically experienced, she was mentally as clueless as a child.

He softly patted Miku on the head instinctively. "Silly girl," he muttered.

Miku was comfortably tucked into her bed. She was oddly fatigued though she had hardly exerted herself. The moment she had finished her dinner, her eyes had shut close as she rested her head on the table. Mikuo had carried her up and tucked her in as a responsible guardian would.

He got up to leave, but was held back. He turned back and saw Miku gripping on to the hem of his shirt, her face screwed up. "Len… Don't leave like he did…" she whined in her sleep. He thought he saw a tear or two slide down her cheek but he couldn't tell since it was pretty dark.

Mikuo had found out that crying was a frequent habit for Miku at night. Night time was when she was vulnerable to her bad memories—the death of her parents, the countless times she had moved, then breaking up with the guy that had brought her up and the rejection of everyone around her. He could always hear her soft cries of sorrow from his room and his heart broke at that. He did what he knew would soothe her.

He swept the hairs of her forehead and planted a gentle kiss on top. (*1)

"Just pretend I'm your 'Prince Len'," he joked. "Sleep well, Miku."

At that, her face softened and her knitted eyebrows released its tension. Her face switched back into a peaceful one, and her grip on his shirt loosened.

'You deserve all the happiness you can get,' Mikuo smiled at the thought.

"Bye, Mikuo!" Miku waved to him while hollering.

"Yeah, yeah. Now shoo and be all lovey dovey with your 'Prince Len'," Mikuo chuckled in reply, waving back.

Almost instantly, the female relative turned a deep shade of red. "H-how did you know?!" Only then had she realised the way she had phrased her sentence would surely incriminate her.

"Now you admit," Mikuo laughed. "You were moaning and groaning for him last night after I tucked you to bed—you wouldn't even let go of my shirt!"

He then fluttered his eyelids, calling "Prince Len, Prince Len, wherefore art thou Prince Len!" while reaching out for thin air. He said it in a high-pitched tone, obviously trying to imitate Miku but failing miserably in the attempt; his voice cracking at almost every word.

Miku cupped her already-red face in embarrassment. "Well, shit…" Since when did she become so obsessed with Len? Darn it, she really needed to sort things out. Especially after yesterday…

"Well, whatever. See you!" Miku dashed off, wanting to get out of the situation as quick as possible. No doubt Mikuo would taunt her with this for the rest of her life, judging from the way he was cackling loudly in the background.

Before entering the school premises, Len took in a deep intake of breath. He stepped in, crossing his fingers, hoping that no one would cross his path. No sooner, a swarm of girls surrounded him yet again. He cursed under his breath. Just when he had hoped for a miracle, what he was dreading just had to come. Maybe getting this glasses was a bad idea after all. He knew he was good-looking but the school's population of girls didn't need to try to suffocate him because of that.

He tried pushing and trudging his way through the mob of cooing girls, wanting to shake them off, only to find that he was still being followed. He sighed; now it seemed like he had a posse of some sort.

Many eyed him weird looks as he walked through the hallway with the horde of girls. All the while he tried to keep up with his act and look as timid as possible. Many gave him pity glances while some just snickered in his demise. 'Wait till I reveal myself someday. Surprise surprise, bitch. We'll see who gets the last laugh,' he thought bitterly.

Eventually, either out of pure luck or God-knows-what, he finally managed to reach his seat and settled down. The girls were still crowding around him like a swarm of bees and he was the honey. He wanted to swat them all away. He looked anywhere but them; he liked attention but this was too much. He was slightly claustrophobic and at the sight of various people surrounding him, he felt like puking out his contents of breakfast. Not that it was really that delicious though—whatever Rin made in the kitchen was a disaster.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted his teal-haired toy sliding the class door shut behind her before gasping in surprise at the flock of girls. There were so many fangirls that a few of them had pushed aside her table to make space to crowd around Len.

She made her way there and with her presence, there was an instant effect. The girls all dissipated in disgust or fear. Miku shrugged; at least things were orderly now. She set her table back in place before glancing at the ever-so-shy Len, only to find that he was doing the same.

"U-um. Th-thank you for earlier. I guess I'm really not good with this stuff…" Against his will, his cheeks puffed up, his upset stomach threatening to throw up his food. His face was horribly screwed up as he hunched over uncomfortably. He leaned his forhead against the table as he hacked uncontrollably. 'The disadvantages of claustrophobia,' he cursed to no one in particular.

"Are you okay?!" Miku squatted next to him, patting his back slowly, trying to make him feel better. He relaxed almost immediately. Her hands were soothing to the touch. She probably gave very good handjo—

He flushed at his thought. He was feeling sick and all he could think about was dirty things? He shook his head, trying to flick the thought away. Miku took that as him trying to say he wasn't feeling well and she peered at him, ducking underneath to see his face.

"Hey, if you're not feeling well, you should go to the infirmary," she stated worriedly. He covered his face with his arms more; it wasn't cool for a girl to see him in his weak state. Miku leaned over in an attempt to get a closer look at him, her body squashing again his leg. He could feel her soft chest and his—ahem—manly parts started to throb painfully.

He glanced down at her, intending to reassure her but instead caught sight of the little cleavage the school blouse failed to cover up. It started to throb even more at that, and his face and ears were painted crimson. He could tell from his experience—not too big, not to small. Just the way he liked it. Not that he was complaining if a busty one like Meiko came along—he would gladly invite her to his bed with open arms.

He looked away, attempting to save himself before he did something. 'Damn. If I see anymore, I swear I will pounce on her. Stop it, Len,' His mind continued bombarding him with dirty images, though he already chanted that to himself. Now was certainly not a good time to get an erection, considering the fact that Miku's face was inches away from it and would immediately catch sight of it rising shamelessly.

That kiss yesterday was supposed to make Miku more conscious of him; to notice him and his actions, to make her flustered at his every move. Instead, it seemed like his plan backfired on him—it was he who was getting all embarrassed at the sight of her. It felt strange and foreign to him, since he was getting all worked up over a little cleavage when he had seen the full thing countless of times.

Unbeknownst to him, Miku was fighting a mini battle of her own. She desperately wanted to get away from him lest he felt her heart thudding nosily against chest and her burning up from the memory of the incident. However, he couldn't just leave him there—his friend looked sick enough to vomit the whole of Russia (*2) out. Finally, Len had won the battle and she just had to check up on him and it seemed as if she made it worse. He didn't even shoot her a glance. She found herself worrying if he regretted what he did. Were her lips not to his liking? Was her breath bad? Was her taste not intoxicating enough? Of course, it was none of that sort; not that she knew. She was puzzled as to why she even bothered but brushed it off as a mere concern for her "business". If one guy disliked her taste, she might just need to go through a complete makeover to make herself more appealing.

"I'm fine…" Len managed to say. His manhood was threatening to rise in glory—all this time his mind never stopped flashing perverted images and if it didn't stop now, he would be doomed. He shut his eyes, struggling to brush out all the thoughts. Oh well, the cons of being a playboy.

"Er… Could you...stay away for a bit? I need a little… um… space to breathe," Len finally breathed out. Miku jolted at 'stay away for a bit'. Was she being too much of a nuisance? Despite herself, she nodded and smiled at him with a twinge of sadness before returning to her seat. Well, she did get him the glasses so she had caused this mayhem. She couldn't really blame him for chasing her away.

On the other hand, Len had a much different intention. Her staying away certainly gave him air to breathe, though the kinky images were still popping up in his head, much to his annoyance. The only way it to relieve the constant blood flow pumping to his manhood was to avoid the cause of it.

He glanced at her through his teary eyes—nausea could do a lot to you. He caught her teal orbs with the cerulean ones of his own. She had on a sad demeanour but she was still staring straight at him. Despite being upset at Len's rejection, she was still very concerned for his well-being. Realising this, his mind raced to formulate a plan. Ever so naïve and gullible Miku would definitely want to get closer to something she was curious about right? That was it— he would avoid her for the time being. Besides, it would do him good; he could satisfy his carnal desires without worrying about getting caught by her. And he could do what he liked most: stealing. He would let Kiyoteru have his way with her, before swooping in to claim Miku again. He did enjoy toying with people like what he was doing to the teal-headed beauty. Miku, being the naïve girl she was, would fall right into his trap. When he came back, she would cling to him and he would have won the game and get what he wanted—the satisfaction of having toyed with Miku. It was all for the sake of fun, anyway.

He unknowingly let out a soft snicker. He was a genius. And geniuses always win the game.

A/N: I am so sorry; I think I've lost all me skillz because my brain is fried thanks to exams. /sobs

This was the most horrible chapter in history of Earth okay, and I apologise. But I promise that his plan is meant to cause conflict and make himself jealous. /cues evil laughter at spoiler

*Notes:

1. Could be a BROTHERLY KISS OR A ROMANTIC ONE. Should I make Mikuo a rival as well? lmao I intended for him to be one at first but I don't feel like it now. But you guys decide.

2. Russia because it's the biggest country in the world so you get the emphasis. I'm not racist or Russia-ist or country-ist okay?

Once again, sorry for the crappiest chapter in history /sobs even more.

Oh, and I'm changing my bio after this! Go check it out! Bye! Review= happy me= earlier updates=idk?