〔 ; fastforward-ing. 〕

          “You got me!”        As expected, professional detectives are good at sensing guests!        Those dramas never lie, huh..

          “Uwah—♪, this room is still quite disordered…           but not as messy as Miku’s room..!”           The atmosphere is very nostalgic too.

           "Ah, right — I keep forgetting about cleaning...            If I knew you were coming, I probably would have            made some attempt to get to that...—”

                       He brings a hand to his neck, scratching the side a little bit.                        Confession time: even though he's a detective, he's one of                        the worst hoarders he knows. Cleaning definitely ranks a                        spot as one of his worst enemies.

               long time, no see, mr. detective—?

                                   but at whose expense? i wonder. tit for tit, tat for tat. a yawn & a haphazard stretch, and then what? life RESUMES. it moves forward, regardless of whether we WANT it to or not. another yawn & the 'professional detective' manages to prop himself up, weary eyes scanning his surroundings. it's just an average morning, but for some strange reason, he feels as if it had been forever since he had last seen this place. his desk is messy as usual — welcome home, detective.

                                    it's good to be back ; back to cases, back to casual investigations, back to a life of seclusion & privacy, back to the life where he is one step closer to meeting HER again. and when he does... then what?

                        —— in all honesty, the hobby of tinkering and investigating had grown tiresome. it was really a "one-time use" cover-up and the overall project had not even brought in much revenue or popularity. a sole KAGAMINE.module cannot really get far, can it...?

                                   he couldn't even keep her, could he...?

            it must take a selfish heart to want her back even after she had left. even after he had let her down. and yet somehow.. the scent of negi had become one of his favorites. she is a dear memory, one that he will NEVER forget. and so he will wait patiently, selfishness remaining, as he thinks of a professional way to greet her when she returns. this time, he will not let her down.

                                                         it's not a "goodbye."

                                                 it's a see you again soon.

          ... she may be an airhead, but she knows just what strings to pull to put him in such a state. "professional detective," huh? how ironic. leave it to her to make him love her this much. the memory tugs at his lips, a faint trace of an awkward smile. leave it to her to do wonders to melt a frozen heart.

           ”Lenkun, I’m thinking about my next move but..—”    Fingers repels from her lips and now slams to the floor, the sting evident as a red tint seems to envelope palms but it certainly didn’t materialize as an expression to come into view.

    Moreover, a rush of her head forward to his face,     maybe an inch or two as a distance.                                  And honestly, the scent of bananas were not found.                                  A little drop of expectation but nonetheless..                                  it smells sweet sweet.

        “I’m interested on how your power works.” 

     {♟} “—Powers...?                           I..don't think I have them..?”

                       Shocking for sure that that's the way she thinks.                        Instead of catching her off-guard, it seems like                        he's the only one getting more and more flustered.

    Eye contact is made, and she's     so unbelievably close — diverting     gaze would spare him a great deal     of embarrassment, but for some reason,     he's entranced — if anyone has powers,     it's her. She's incredible.

              —what type of detective can cave in this quickly..?

         ”WOH!? That must be a declaration of a secret attack of Lenkun’s power?!”

             Sits on top of you and is very deep in thought.              Don’t disturb the MikuMiku planning             — a counterattack for a counterattack! ah!

                             ”Well, your banana guards will not do the trick                              because negi knights will protect my territory..!”

        “…”

            and the gears continues to process. P l a n n i n g …

     {♟} "Ah—uh, something like that an—!?!"

                       She's on top of him, wow. He's a terrible detective, for sure.                        Oh God, that face, that face —- he wants to kiss her so badly.

    Turning so that eyes can meet hers;     artificial heartbeats racing, but shy     smile wavering to something less shy.

    "H—hey, isn't that a bit, let's see, the word I'm looking for..."

                —Tackles you and gives a really big chuuu!         (tries to on the cheek at least..)        ”MikuMiku will defeat you with her negi-rocious power!”

     {♟} She's fast—-?!

                       Blush settling in on every inch of visible skin possible;

                                  ..feeling something sweet brush against his                                     cheek doesn't help; caught off-guard again.                                                       that's cheap, hatsune miku. at least do it properly.

        "... ... ..."                  he misses her so much.

— {♟} "Ki—kiss?!"

                       Dear lord, she knows how to catch him off guard. He's too easily flustered for this line of work, especially since it's her. Well, wouldn't anyone be surprised by such a question?

faint breaths; it truly has been a while, hasn't it?

he wouldn't mind a longer stay, but this much time is enough for him to see himself. who he's become. a quiet boy, still sharp and awkward, but maybe more alert about his image now that the public's eye had shifted? compared to a life of solitude as a detective, where although impressions still meant a lot, the image of, what was the word, "coolness"? (hey now, he was supposed to be growing older now, right? aha.. it is a refreshing sight to see, so he will refrain from complaints), hadn't quite been prioritized. but still, it's a relief to see how he is adapting, that he still remembered all that he needs to. a promise was kept.

..and the girl on the other side of the promise.

and despite all the time that had past, the thought of her still elicits a blush. some things never change, do they? he's worried about her, to be honest. he always is. when he cannot watch from this body or mind, subconscious thoughts still surface. he remembers her. always. the girl with the bubbly attitude, perhaps a tad (or more-so) too naive for detective work, and with the radiant smile. ...he wanted to tell her something, but he knows the chance will come soon. even if the words do not come from his mouth, they sre his words nonetheless. he loves her.

for now he will watch this game of hide and seek, looking out for her always in that flustered manner that he cannot quite seem to shake off, even if proper detectives are not supposed to be so easily distracted by smiles. but her smile is different.

her smile is beautiful.

and so he will guard it. watch over it with all his strength.

he will be the detective that will find the lost girl and return her to safety — not as dramatic as the heros in picture books, but as long as she is there, life as a lonesome detective is bliss.

— {♟} Foreign.

                     Tone registers as a unfamiliar one, though it is obvious who the owner of the words is. He knows. Buried deep in subconsciousness, he can recite her name, the name of all the words she had spoken, the moments of sheer bliss experienced in only her presence…

                      And yet it is impossible to transfer the thoughts of a deleting subconscious to that of the future. Frantic thoughts, too embarrassing to be said aloud, all crowding internally, making it hard to breathe… I know who you are.

                                 … Even if he doesn’t.

           [ Ne... Miku-chan... ]

                     [ If I'm still allowed to call you that.

                       I'm sorry I'm not being myself now.

                       I'm sorry he doesn't remember it.

                       But I'm still here,

                       Still believing in dreams.

                       Watching you apologize for doing nothing wrong,

                       Watching such selfless nature and wondering,

                       Why on earth you chose me.

                       I'm grateful.

                       And even if it hurts, I'll be smiling for you.

                       As sappy as it sounds.

                       Because even after a thousand year's toll,

                       I will always love you. ]                               

             ❝Hang in there, please.❞

                                                       ❝…I’ll be back soon.❞

                                                       I’m so sorry.

doubting my chief skills??? i c an totally see that youre guilty of being rly cute

(w e don t ask things that will ruin the causality)

so who is the culprit

of beingto o cute

its ok, for this mystery, yuo don t have to say my name