Mikuo was running around the mansion for days, looking for his sister. He hadn't heard of any words concerning her for such a long time...that it had depressed him greatly. He looked left and right for her each day until he had grown tired.
Stopping in his tracks, he decided to think about what had happened to his sister. Did she die? Was she taken away? Or was she... just tired of the mansion and Mikuo that she went ahead and left? The last reason couldn't make of any sense to Mikuo. He had loved his sister dearly for such a long time. And for her to leave would be the end of the world to Mikuo.
"Sister Dearie..." Mikuo cried quietly, stopping at her room once more. Looking into it, he saw that everything was gone. The only thing that was left was the aura, proving that she was there and indeed, a part of Mikuo's life.
The young boy's legs then gave up on themselves and dropped. Falling to the ground, tears began to stream down the Ogorine's cheeks. "Where did you go?" he cried to himself, hoping that his sister was dear. He wanted to hear her voice once more. He wanted to hear her good-bye...but it was not there for him. Forgetting about his rivalry with Makoto, he continued to think about his sister. Oh how he had wished she was there once more.
"I wanted to say goodbye..." he whispered, lying on Mr. Floor. His slender fingers then began to pet it softly, imagining that it was his sister. "Come back." he mumbled, petting the floor one last time. His feelings of happiness had all melted away that moment. He then looked at something shiny on the floor. Picking it up, he had realized that it was a pair of shears from when he had first met Giru and reunited with his sister. "Oh such fun it was..." he smiled coldly, examining the item. He then noticed that there was still blood on it. Blood of that human.
Tears began to flow from the young Ogorine's eyes once more. He wanted to experience those times again, even if it killed himself. As long as he was together with his sister once more...that was all that mattered.
"Once more.
Couldn't we be together?"
He whispered quietly, hoping that Ogorine Miku was able to hear his voice from afar. Only if she could hear it. It would mean the universe to him. Hoping that she did, the young boy clasped his hands together. He would have to pray to the FSM.
"Please. Tell me that my sister is safe. Tell me that she is happy. " he cried, clasping his hands even harder, forcing his nails to sink into his skin. Creating a wound, blood began to pour out slowly. It then began to trail to his sleeves, causing a stain.
Opening his eyes, Mikuo took a deep breath. He had to face the fact that his sister was gone. Nowhere to be found. It would be a miracle if she was around once more.
And miracles could happen, right?
(( Holy snaps. This took forever to put up. BUT, OgoKuo's all sulky about his missing sister now ;x; ))
Sister Dearie's gone...
You should meet Hakuo, then. He's my other half.
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（未熟利似）スースーコは最適です！
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（未熟利似）スースーコは最適です！
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Hear me, any of my fellow UTAUs, and love our singing... That's an order! Vocaloids aren't the only ones good at singing, I say!
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