Rin's Story Updates!

"Kaito, you're up next!" Rin hollered, making sure her voice could be heard from the other side of the door. The door was immediately swung open and in came said person, eyes wide with the brightest grin. He grabbed the mike and skipped towards the stage, followed by a lot of fan squeals. Probably some fan service was done because he is happy. Rin quirked an eyebrow at his actions and turned to face the next person that entered the room. Miku, who followed Kaito out, came in like him -A blinding smile plastered on her face. She inched towards the awkward-looking teal head and pulled her neon strap. "Miku... What happened outside?" Rin then noticed her eyes and nose were slightly red.  She does not have a flu earlier... Did she cry? What exactly happened outside?!  She thought mentally. Rin frowned at Miku, trying to pry answers from her. However, the latter merely shook her head and gave her an even brighter smile, stretching from ear to ear. S...

All of them sat at the long rosemary table, the head of the table being empty. Their hands and minds were kept busy. Reborn drummed his fingers impatiently on the table, waiting for the group in front of him to finish reading the juicy content in front of their eyes.  "You done yet?" Reborn grunted. They shook their heads, some loudly declaring that they were not done. He groaned and leaned on his palm, nearly exploding because the wait was too long. He slammed his hands on the table and stood up abruptly, shocking all of them.  "Forget it! I'm gonna brief you through this briskly and then you're on your own!" "Re-"  "No arguments! Tsuna is last seen in Tokyo, at a concert called 'Vocaloid'. It's a band as well, from what I heard. Tsuna could be following them because they found him and took him in. He has amnesia and doesn't recall much. Questions?" "Everyone should contact and update each other about thei...

"Encore! Encore! Encore!" The crowd screamed, the atmosphere filled with high tension and the booming sound from the speakers. The six figures stood on stage with bright grins on their faces, sweat decorating their forehead, showing the effort that they have put in. Confetti rained down as the group thanked their friends and supporters for coming down.  A brunet stood at the furthest seat, his eyes glinting in excitement after watching the whole breathtaking spectacle. As much as he wants to continue soaking himself in this festive-like atmosphere, he needs to go back home already. After all, it is really late.  In a jiffy, he left the place and headed for the bread shop near his place. He kept humming the finale over and over again in his head, replaying the dance again and again as he walked, turning completely oblivious to his surroundings. The tune was, undoubtedly, addicting. He quickly bought all the supper that could cover the whole week from a nearby 24-Hr bakery...

Today is her birthday. The day when she is a year older, a year nicer and a year wiser. To be honest, you can't really call it her real birthday. There is no real telling, no solid confirmation, no valid evidence that she was founded on this day. In fact, it was the day that her people and her land, under the guidance of one persistent group, gained independence from larger powers. The day when she could puff up her chest and tell the whole world who she really was. She could recall the day a little boy picked her up from the middle of the forest, smiling up at her and naming her "Temasek". However, she barely recalled anything as she was still an infant. She has no idea how she was born either. From a flower bud or a bamboo shoot, she has no clue. But she knows that she spoke that language very well, and big brother Malaysia spoke it too.  Next, a man found her lost in the jungle and took her in. This time, her name was changed to a different one. "I'll...