The Lyrics' Hidden Truths

Prologue

Miku's POV:

My little brother was struggling to keep up, so I bent down so he could get on my back. As he climbed on, I checked the time. Crap! We're gonna be late! As he got comfortable, I got up and started running.

It was already 7:38 a.m. and the morning bell would ring at 7:42 a.m. Not to mention my car broke down, so now I had to walk my little brother to school with me.

As he clung onto me, I ran as fast as I could. After 2 minutes, the school building came into view. I sighed in relief, the bell didn't ring yet! As I walked up towards the front gates, I saw most of my friends hanging out. Some of them had their little siblings with them to.

I walked up to them, becoming aware that there was still a human child on my back. I turned my head to the side and he kissed my cheek. He started giggling because he finally got me back from when I did it to him this morning.

I was still looking at the munchkin on my back, so I was really surprised when I ran into a wall. At least, that's what it felt like. I fell, doing some cool ninja-mom-like move, moving my baby brother from my back into my arms, right before my back and bum hit the cement.

I looked up in front of me, expecting to see a wall, and saw a guy with dark purple hair looking at me. His eyes widened, and he offered me his hand. However, I didn't have the hands to accept his offer.

I realized my little brother might be hurt, so I looked down and checked him over. When I was certain he was fine, I grabbed our bags and put them on one shoulder, and set him down on the floor and held his tiny hand.

I got up, brushing my skirt off with my last free hand. The purple-haired guy looked panicked, " I'm so so sorry! You're not hurt, are you? I'm sorry!"

As he rushed to apologize, he looked like a tomato. My little brother, being who he was, said sweetly, "Sir, you look l-like a tomatu." He burst out giggling right after he said that.

I tried, I really did, but failed at holding in my laughs. Don't get me wrong, I thought he looked funny, but how my brother pronounced "tomato" as "tomatu", and how he said that so politely was hilarious.

The guy flushed even more, and my brother was laughing so hard he was crying. I stopped laughing and smiled at my little brother. He calmed down after about 10 seconds, and the guy spoke up, "Hey, I'm really sorry. I'm Gakupo, you must be the Miku everyone is talking about, so who's this guy?"

He squatted down to level with my little brother. My little brother ran behind me, hiding. "Be nice! He won't hurt you! I don't know why you think every guy you meet is mean! You're fine with girls! Introduce yourself properly!" I scolded my little brother.

He stepped out hesitantly, fear written all across his face. "M-my n-na-ame i-i-s..."

I shot up, eyes snapping open, only to be blinded by light. I squeezed them shut, spots dancing on my eyelids. I slowly started blinking, my eyes adjusting to the light coming from my open window.

"Happy Birthday!" I heard my mom yell. I winced at the loud noise, and looked over at her. She was carrying a tray with blueberry pancakes and milk on it. There was also a royal blue envelope on it.

The colour was my little brother's favorite colour. She handed me the tray, and I smiled down at the envelope. It looked like his handwriting did. I felt a few tears well up in my eyes, and slide down my cheek. They landed right around my name.

I looked up to mom, who was smiling with glassy eyes. "Thank you, mom. This- this is the best gift I could get. Bu-but h-how? He's go-ne. Is this-" I croaked out, my voice cracking every now and then, tears running silently down my cheeks.

"He wrote it after seeing it in a movie. The absent parent wrote one for when his kid turned 18, so he did it too. He was really serious about it. He spent all his allowance, every week, on it, and he worked on writing it for months. He finished right bef-fore he- right before he le-ft." The tears were streaming down her face, and her voice cracked on the word, "left."

I got my torso out from under the covers, sitting up in bed. I put the tray on my lap and reached towards the envelope. When my fingers touched it, I was shocked by how smooth the surface was.

I opened it carefully, making sure not to tear anything as I pulled the flap out from under. Thank goodness he didn't tape, lick, or glue it. I slid the card out, and cracked a grin when I saw it. It was a handmade card, my favorite.

I opened the blue construction paper, and I saw cursive handwriting inside. I read it out loud to my mom.

"Dear Onee-chan,
Happy 18th BIRTHDAY!!! I love you very much, and I hope you get lots of cake! Just don't eat my ice cream! Protect it for me, kay? I didn't know what to get you, and I was just about out of money, so all I could afford was the picture. I'm sorry. I wanted to get you something that was even a little good, but maybe I can next year! I'm probably a lot bigger and smarter now, so feel free to throw this out. Just as long as you don't forget about me when you move to the high school for your last year! Which is why I decided a picture would be a perfect reminder! I love love love love love love love you!

Love,
your cute, bestest little brother!"

By the time I fished reading, I was a crying mess. I clutched the card to my chest, wishing it was him instead. The words "... I decided a picture would be a perfect reminder! " I opened the envelope again, and there inside was a folded up piece of paper.

I grabbed it and slowly started to unfold it. When it was completely unfolded, it was, indeed, a picture of my 5 year-old little brother. I turned it over, looking for a name, but found nothing.

Mom had stopped crying, as had I. I smiled sadly, and put the picture on my wall. Only 2 weeks until school starts up again, so I can't forget it here.

I sat back down in bed, finally eating my birthday breakfast. Why can't anyone who knew him, remember his name?