Hello, this is Franz Kromer..again. Sorry that I am in the intros, but it can't be helped. Chiharu was going to save him for the fourth part of this mini series.

So..the quote here is similar to Boy Meets Evil, she just edited it for me and Sinclair. But it's the same quote anyways.

The full explanation for making this is in the seventh part, sorry for making you having to wait for that.

Well, Chiharu added some background lore to the mini series to make it interesting.

And, oh, there's a piano scene here, and if you guys are wondering what song was it, here is the link:

Remember, some of the italics are references to the lyrics, and the bold ones are from the original book and were edited a little bit.

Enjoy.

[the pic up there is my most favorite yoonmin pic lmao

and for what yoongi's wearing here, refer to the pic and the very first oneshot i published in this book]

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My scene and his scene, was not specifically this or that but consisted of having shaken hands with the devil. The devil held us in his clutches, the enemy was behind us.

It was morning at the time, and all of us were about to leave this castle-like place that we happened to be in.

I slowly walk on my two feet, but I turned to go back. I wanted to because I want to escape from the others.

They all have friends. John and Kim always hang out. Demian, Hope, and older brother are always together. I'm the only one without one.

To be fair enough, I liked being alone a lot. But, as I noticed, I slowly start to realize that there's someone else was there for me.

But...who is it? Was there someone I knew before?

The more I run, the more I heard strange noises. It was somewhat similar to a piano, and the melody was beautiful. It starts off as slow, but it became faster and faster, and more..how can I say it, beautiful, I guess?

The corner of my memory, a brown piano settled on one side. In the corner of my childhood house, a brown piano settled on one side.

I was walking slowly and the song ended, and I smiled. The man playing the piano turned to me, and looked at me with a shocked face. I, too, was shocked here.

Your image that has been neglected, even then I didn't know your significance.

"Emil Sinclair. .?" He simply stared at me, eyes widened. "Is that. . .really you?"

"Yes. . .Kromer. It's me," I replied. I can't help but nod, and he stood up, approaching me. I got scared, wondering what to do. Slowly, I stepped backwards and I quietly count in my head.

One.

He got closer, coming to me. I took another step. I wasn't sure if he's doing something to me or not.

Two.

"Are you scared of me, Sinclair?" He asked, sincere. I didn't respond, taking another step backwards.

Three.

A lump formed on my throat, preventing me to speak. As if in a second, I bumped into something and almost fell on it, and Kromer catches me in time as I tripped.

"Are you alright?" Kromer asked, this time sweetly. I blushed madly and he helped me stand up.

"Yes, I am fine, thank you," I replied, unknowingly flustered. Kromer chuckled and smiled at me. I stared at him, looking at his handsome face, oh, his ever handsome face.

My heart beats faster as he stared at my eyes, saying, "Long time no see, Sinclair." His voice was deep, yet it sounded too sweet for me. I smiled at him.

Tell me with your sweet smile, tell me like your whispering into my ears.

"The same goes for me as well, Kromer," I said. I slightly bow at him and I slowly walked away. Many thoughts came into my mind about him. How come he is alive? Is he not yet dead? But one thought stood out of all of them.

How can I lie about him being my first love for years? Is first love a lie?

I smirk to myself, a man who had lied to a person in the other world; darkness.

It was difficult lying to him, especially since he was your first love.

I sigh as I went into a room all purple. The room was dimly lit with five chandeliers, one chandelier on the floor, and there was a small, yellow and gold couch. I sat down and I started thinking, collecting my thoughts.

I'm still the same me, the me from before is still here, but the lie that's gotten too big is trying to swallow me up.

I thought I heard footsteps coming to this room, but I dismissed it. Slowly, the footsteps turned quiet, and my mouth was covered by a hand, preventing me to speak.

I grabbed his wrist and I look at him. Again, it was Kromer. I couldn't speak. He noticed me as well, and he moved his hand to my neck and his face went closer to mine, and he closed the gap of our lips.

Interestingly, his lips were sweet, just like how sweet his voice was. His lips also may be bitter, if it was, it can be bittersweet. I blushed madly as I kissed back, our lips not yet parting. He broke the kiss and stared at me.

"Your lips are so irresistible, Sinclair. I couldn't help but kiss you," Kromer whispered, looking enchanted.

I blink a few times and felt my small, dainty hand hold his. He glanced at it and smiled.

"Is first love a lie, Kromer?" I ask, staring at his black eyes. He smirked and pecked my lips.

"It depends on how you see first love, Sinclair," He replied, now smiling instead. I noticed a tear dropped from his eye, rolling down to his cheek.

"Kromer. . ." I began, unsure on what to say. "Are you alright?"

He stared at me, his smile now sad, "Yes, I am, don't worry about me. I'm always okay."

As he said these words, more tears dropped from his eyes, pain filling in his voice. I didn't feel madness at him. . .

I felt sorry for him. I felt bad for him. I was sad for him.

"I know you feel sorry about me, Sinclair, but don't ever feel sorry for me, I've made you into a monster," Kromer muttered, his voice cracking in pain. I quickly stood up and embraced the adult man.

"Don't you dare lie to me, Kromer. Even if I'm still traumatized by the pain you've bought to me, I will always be on your side. I will get to meet you again, no matter what form. Greet me happily then," I consoled to him, my head rested on his shoulder.

I could tell that he was shocked at my words, but I felt his arms wrap around me as well. He continues to cry and I continue to comfort him.

Kromer whispered to me, "Sinclair, I'm very sorry for what I did back then. . ."

I just smile and broke the hug. I held his hand and replied, "It's alright. I have already forgiven you a long time ago."

After the dawn, it's only the two of us, we welcomed morning together. Don't let of my hand forever, I won't let go of you again either.

He smiled back at me, not regretting meeting me, and I feel the same way, too.

"Thank you, Sinclair. I can finally go in peace," Kromer thanked, slowly disappearing like cherry blossoms.

"I know I don't want you to go yet, but I'll see you in a few days then, Franz Kromer," I said, a tear dropping from my cheek. His thumb wiped my tear away and kissed me one final time.

"I'll miss you forever. Don't worry if I leave, you'll do well on your own, Emil Sinclair," He said softly, slowly closing his eyes and disappeared.

As he disappeared, I smiled to myself.

Your image that has been neglected, even then I didn't know your significance. You and I, if we're together, we can smile.

I slowly walk back to the door that they came out, and I looked back to see the statue with silver and blue colored wings, and I had a small smile and closed the door and left happily.

Thank you, '우리'가 돼 줘서.

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I suddenly woke up, in my hospital bed, a little bit wet from water. Beside me was a plate and a apple, and I was clad in all white. I touch my lips and licked it, wondering if the kiss was real. I shook my head and reached for the apple, tempted to eat it.

Apples, apples. What does it remind me of? I went back to a memory a long time ago, seeing myself and the tall Kromer hover me, intimidating me. I told a lie about stealing apples, trying to get his approval.

And I made a grave mistake that day.

I put the apple close to my mouth, and I just threw it away on the floor, sighing.

Who am I, to be an idiot if I make the same mistake twice?

I hear knocks on the door and a doctor coming out, saying, "Sir, it's time."

I warmly smile at him and glance to the empty bed beside me, and then I jumped up to go outside, and saw almost everything was white, a table in front of a chair with a arm and a camera and a blue painting of a forest.

I immediately sat down and stared at the arm, with a picture of a circle, with a face on it. I shrug, not knowing what to do. The camera then focused to me. I smile, but my smile faded.

The picture then changed into a circle with a bite, seemingly representing an apple. I lowered my head and grinned, glaring at the camera.

Everything seem to glitch, as if I was in an imaginary world. I was then sent back to my bed, sitting down. I saw a man with a black face with the words "EVA" repeatedly written all over. He had orange hair.

". . . .Help me. . .my medicine. . ."

I reach my arm towards him, and he did the same, but he slowly disappeared.

"Red. . . .pills. . .placebo. . ."

He then disappeared entirely, and I sigh, closing my eyes. I hate it being like this. Stuck with no one. Stuck in my own world filled with lies and fake rumors.

Just because it's a lie doesn't mean that it's true.

Tears slowly stream on my eyes, still broken by Kromer's disappearance. It was quiet, and only the sounds of my sobs filled the room, with me crying on my bed, hoping that his existence wasn't a lie.

"Sinclair. ." I hear someone whisper, and I glanced on the left then on the right, then in front of me was a transparent ghost of Kromer, looking at me.

"Kromer. . .am I seeing you? Am I really seeing you?" I ask, tears still flowing from my eyes. As he went closer, he slowly turned real.

"Yes, you are. It's not a lie that you see me, Sinclair," He answered, slowly blinking. He went closer to me and pulled me close.

"Everything may seem like a lie to you, but your fondness for me isn't a lie. I'm dead, yes, but I'm still here, because you wanted me to do so," He said, his soft hands combing my hair.

He broke the hug and he smiled at me, wiping my tears. I still stared at him, my eyes not believing what I'm seeing.

"Kromer. ." I started, one more tear streaming on my face. He then closed the gap on our lips, kissing me sweetly. He broke the kiss and he smiles.

He said, wiping my tears, "Don't cry, Sinclair, I hate seeing you cry."

I displayed a small smile on my lips, "It's just that I missed you so much, that I thought no one would be here with me."

He chuckled and held my hand. It's the first time I've loved a person who was someone who changed my life drastically.

"Don't worry, I'm still here."

He leaned closer to me, our foreheads touching. Our breaths mixing.

"Tell me; what's one thing that you loved, yet hated at the same time? But, this time, answer me truthfully," He said, smirking. I chuckled at his words.

"Hm. . .loving you, I guess? I hate that I love you because you were the one that made me go into psychological injuries and torture me, yet, I loved the fact that you loved me as well," I answered, pecking his lips.

"That's a good answer," He said. I smile at him and embraced him.

"I'm happy that you've managed to stay with me."

He smiled back and wraps his arms around me, and he replied with a simple, "I love you."

I broke the hug and both of us were still smiling.

"I love you too."