1. Chapter 1 (1/2)

in the deepest part of me, a tiny flame was lighted. before i knew it, my whole heart became ignited. wandering as a butterfly, i aimlessly took flight. i found myself falling apart alighted in your palm.

she let go of my hands entwined around her own instead i pressed my lips to hers.

"hm miku." luka moaned.

"what?" i stubbornly growled.

"len and rin will be home soon." i shook my head letting my thin green strands fall over my eyes. even if people say that what we have is wrong, when i'm with her i burn up all the more.

"i don't care! i want you to hold me tight! i don't want to let you go, just reassure me every night."

"reassure you of what, miku?" luka gently asked planting butterfly kisses over my bare neck.

"make me believe that no matter what they say we're in love, baby." i mutter. she threw her head back and laughed. her eyes turned serious and she frowned.

"you should no already. i love you. i wouldn't be here if i didn't. don't listen to their words. listen to my own." she kissed me in the dark, like we could never come apart. intoxicated by you, i am consumed, i want to drown in this fantasy.

"their here." luka whispered sitting up. i sighed quickly pulling on my skirt and blouse.

"fine." i said throwing open the bedroom door. the two blonde twins came rushing by towards their bedrooms but both stopped dead in their tracks.

"oh it's just miku." rin stated bluntly. i gave her a strange look.

"just miku? yeah what about it? no hello? no i love you so much sister miku!" i stubbornly exclaim.

"well i mean your always here. it's not like your in college or anything. len and i are still high schoolers even if you aren't. your nothing new." rin scoffed. i sighed in defeat and luka patted my shoulders.

"that's rude, rin. anyways miku shouldn't you be going home. your mom is probably worried."

"yeah i know. see ya."

when i got home my mom sat at the couch with her legs strictly crossed. as soon as i walked in she bolted up. she was clutching something in her hand so hand her knuckles were white. was i in trouble? it's only 6, i'm not late . . .

"miku. sit down right now." she said. her voice was strictly serious. i fallowed her command and she towered over me.

"okay . . ."

"now what is this?" my blood went cold. she was holding a photograph. it was one of me and her. luka . . . it showed us from elbows up, bare our lips sealed together.

"i – i . . ." i couldn't speak. my mother's eyes were cold and stared at me as if i was a disease ridden corpse.

"is this you?" mom snapped. i slowly nodded and she let out a scream and threw the photograph at me. "i didn't raise you to be . . . to be gay! leave this woman! never speak to her again! you're disgusting! weird! wrong! i – i . . . aaah! go to your room! and do not leave it!"

the tears were running down my cheeks before i could make it to my room. i slammed the white door and slid against it burring my face into my arms. no . . .

i need you to restrain me, i need you to need me more and more. if you love me, show me, and know me further than you have gone before . . . call it weird, but this feeling – this love is something that i simply can't ignore. my cell phone chimed and i whipped it from my pocket and felt another sob catch me.

i flipped the phone open and pressed it to my ear craving to hear her sweet voice. "miku, miku? hello? are you okay . . . i'm outside. i had a bad feeling. wait are you crying?"