Miku.

"Urgh..."

Dusky light scatters over my sheets as I shuffle in bed. My phone rings, on my bedside table. It seems so far away. I blindly reach for it, my fingers grazing it, managing to pull it towards the edge. It slips off and falls to the carpet.

"Dammit..." I lazily let my upper body droop out of bed and grab the phone. It's still ringing and the number displayed isn't one that I know. But it's around the time of my husband's landing, so I pick it up. "Hello?" 

"Hey, hon."

I just about squeak in surprise, rolling onto my stomach and holding the phone tightly pressed to my ear, as if the closer I brought it, the closer he'd be. My eyes were wide and I started talking.

"K-Kaito! I missed you! I know it's only been less than a day but I can't help it and it just feels so lonely without you around, especially because we've always been together right from before our marriage and..."

He cuts me off by laughing. "Miku, Miku, calm down," he says between laughs. "I missed you too. I mean, I miss you. Present tense."

I giggle. "You're still the same as always."

"What's that supposed to mean, darling?"

My cheeks take on a slight pink hue. "Y-You know how they say absence makes the heart grow fonder, Kaito?"

"Mhmm?"

"Well..." I laugh softly, "you're already acting sorta...different towards me, don't you think?"

"Is that good or bad?"

"No, no...it's...it's good, I guess," I twirl a stand of my hair between my fingers, grinning like a little girl at a carnival. "I like it."

"You want me to call you 'darling' more often, huh?"

"Not just that!" I say. "It's...the little things, I guess. I don't know," I pause and look down at my free hand, palm splayed out on the sheets. I extend and contract my fingers, "like, I want to hold your hand, Kaito."

"You're so cute," he says. It's like I can see the smile on his face.

"Are you grinning?"

"Sort of. It's freezing out here, you know. I sure could use your warmth..."

"I'll hug you over the phone."

There's no response. I hear voices in the background, followed by a horn honking and rapid footsteps.

"Kaito? You there?"

"The limo's finally found us," he says, sounding slightly out of breath. "I'll call you in a bit, okay?"

"Okay," I say. "Take care, Kaito...kisses." 

"Love you," and then he hangs up. 

I drop my phone to one side and let out a long sigh. Slowly, I get out of bed and saunter over to the bathroom. Kaito's teasing, tugging at my nightdress's straps, all the memories play through my head in a twisted montage. I smile sadly. 

He'll be with me before I know it. It's not going to be a long while.

I enter the bathroom and don't bother closing the door. My eyes are set against my reflection as I slowly tear my nightdress away. My face looks sad and it's pretty apparent. Some part of me feels pathetic for being so desperate and dependant.

I just love him so much. He's my husband. Is that wrong?

I kick my clothes to one side and lean forwards, hands against the marble countertop. My eyes look dull and flat. Slowly, I trace a hand down the length of my neck, letting my fingers glide further, down past the valley of my breasts. I sigh softly.

"Kaito," I mouth his name to the mirror, as though my reflection could turn into my husband.

I turn and walk into the shower.

Luka. 

His hair looks so soft. His figure's an impeding presence against my small existence. Kaito Shion orders the chauffeur around and I wait outside the limo, admiring his stature silently. 

"Earth to Luka," Gakupo elbows me roughly and I glare at him. He doesn't seem affected.

"You two," Kaito nods at us before gesturing to the limo. We scamper in and he follows. The chauffeur shuts the door. Gakupo and I sit facing the boss. He sighs and closes his eyes. I decide to ask the obvious, useless question.

"Are you alright, Mr. Shion?" I lean forwards just a little. He cracks his eyes open slightly and nods. His lips are pressed into an odd, jagged line, like he's feeling sick or something.

"I have an extra airsickness bag," Kamui beams. Shion responds with a violent shake of his head.

"I'm not sick." He just about snarls the words and I back up. He leans forward and fervently starts rummaging through his pocket.

"Luka, where the fuck is it?" He snaps.

"H-Huh?" I'm not sure if I should be more surprised that he addressed me using my first name or that he said "fuck" to me.

"The fucking photograph!"

"Oh!" My eyes light up. "It's still in your wallet...I think?"

As if those were the magic words, he rips the wallet out of his coat's pocket, seeming almost victorious. He pulls a small four by six out and stares at it. I only see the beige, coffee-stained backside, but I already know what's on the other side. It's a picture of the boss's parents.

Gakupo glances my way a couple of times but I don't react. I stare at the boss and he in turn states wistfully at the image. There's a hint of fury in his ocean blue eyes. He really doesn't want to be here, at the helm of the enterprise.

I really want to embrace him.

Miku.

"You can't drag me out of here." I was first saying this over the phone, to my green-haired, pregnant girlfriend. Now she was at my door and I'm saying it again. Proves that this girl always gets her way.

Well, I'm going to prove that wrong. Someday.

"You need a break."

"A break from what?"

Gumi gestures to the entire house, flaunting her arms all over the place. "All of this," she says. I shake my head.

"I'm fine," I say.

"Shut up and get your coat on," she prods my clothed stomach with a rough finger. I scoff.

"Not this time, I'm not doing whatever you say. I drank that...stuff..."

"Green tea?" She grins.

"Yeah, that!" I gag.

"It's good!" She pauses, examining me for a moment, hands on her hips, before strutting in and linking her right arm with mine, yanking me along. I yelp.

"What now?"

"Since you're such a lazy bum, we'll do something else!" She spins me around and starts to lead me around in a poorly coordinated waltz. It leaves me flopping around her graceful moves and she hums. 

"G-Gumi!"

"Shush, milady," she thunks her forehead to mine momentarily before continuing the waltz across the hall, leading me into the living room. "Can't you hear the violins?"

She offers a smug, handsome, boyish grin, finally making me crack. I giggle and we dance around and around.

I can see why her husband married her.

...There was something I wanted to tell you guys here...I forget.

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