“Miku…” Kaito lied, “I saw no one when I came in.” “Why would I dream a purple-haired guy in my room?!” she huffed, “Surely you saw him escaping when you entered! He had his sword drawn and everything!” “Are you sure you didn’t dream it?” he asked innocently. Somehow…Miku had seen someone that could not be seen.
Already his mind was reeling at what had just taken place. Kaito rushed to her side and looked at where she was pointing. “Kaito, Kaito, there was a bandit in here! Right in my room!” The pillow storm ended almost as swiftly as it began. Kaito ran into the room, nearly taking a pillow to the face in the process. Yet he himself nearly got knocked over as Gakupo made a hasty exit from the bedroom. Kaito growled as he thought of what he would do to anyone that put so much as a scratch on Miku… Was this it?! Had Luka decided to attack now, in the morning?! Miku sounded as if someone was trying to kill her. “Miku! Miku, what’s wrong?!” Kaito shouted, pushing the door open with such force it nearly flew off its hinges.
Soon Miku was practically showering the intruder with every pillow on her bed, to the point where she couldn’t even see what she was aiming at anymore… “What?!” he exclaimed, wearing an expression of utter surprise.Īs Miku threw her pillow at him, she thought she’d hit him square in the face, but when it bounced harmlessly off the wall, she assumed she’d missed. Miku sat up in her bed and started screaming as she saw the man at the foot of her bed.įor before her stood a man with long purple hair, clad in strange white robes and clutching a sword to his side that he no doubt intended to use to lop off her pretty head. She was about close her eyes and steal a few more moments of sleep before she began her chores when she realized something. How much she had yearned for Kaito in those slumbering hours… and her heart pounded as she realized how deeply she wanted that kiss, lost to wakefulness… She clutched a pillow tight to her chest, as if somehow it would give her the feeling of the person she’d dreamed of embracing. The intimacy of her dream still resonated through her body. The identity of her stranger, revealed to her, yet it felt to her as if she’d always known but hadn’t been able to explain it to herself. She looked up at the man she loved and their faces grew closer together… “I thought I’d never see you again…” she whispered. She eagerly leapt into his waiting embrace. The man who’d helped shape her into the Diva she was now. With that, she pushed past the prince and rushed towards the backstage door, where there stood the mysterious stranger who’d attended her every show. “My apologies,” she said to him politely, “But I’ve already given my heart to another.” “Miku, you are the world’s finest Diva! I present to you -”Īs he began to lift the lid, Miku pressed it closed with one hand, interrupting his impassioned speech. She had to find the sender – she knew he was waiting for her! Crossing the curtain, she nearly bowled over a handsome young man in a fine silk suit, a glimmering crown upon his head and an elegant box in his hands.
Miku clutched the rose tightly to her chest and sped up her departure from the stage. One caught her eye in particular and her heart pounded, for nestled amongst the sea of red roses lay a single blue rose. Miku gracefully bowed towards her adoring public as the stage was showered in red roses.
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