[click]

--not falling for it this time.

[The picture blurs for a moment and then focuses on a empty chair on the other side of the room. It stays like that for a moment, silent, until someone waves a hand in front of the lens.]

Yeah, it's working. I'm going to let other people tell me if they can see you or not.

[long pause]Because I've been ( Read more... )

--Idiots.

Hey, Ikuto~ Don't you think that the violin is kinda--

We have to keep going.

Nya~ But Ikuto~

Wait a second... This isn't...

[a rattling sound of plastic shades being pulled aside]

...This looks like an apartment, nya~ Weren't we somewhere else just a second ago?

This is... The City.

[pause]

We're in that place again, nya?!Looks ( Read more... )

My father was a violinist. He fell in love with my mother, who was the only daughter of a rich family. At first, my mother's family didn't agree to their relationship because my father had no money. Eventually, they made a deal. My father could marry my mother if he gave up playing the violin so that he could take over the company my mother's ( Read more... )