Ok, I guess I have to make a disclaimer? I own nada.

Note: I'm writing this at one in the morning, so I'm not sure if it's THE best, but I have read it several times and edited it. Tell me what you think please? Please?

People would tell her that whenever she walked into a room it would light up, and that her happiness was like the stars, always there and always bright.

What they didn't understand was that during the day the stars hid their face, ashamed of their false twinkling light. Light that wasn't really there because it had in factuality died out years ago.

Most people didn't know that about stars. The light that earth saw, for the most part, wasn't actually there anymore. It takes years for the light to get to earth, and by that time the star is dead. Just like her.

People had always expected her to help, to be perfect, to be happy. Oh sure, as Numbuh Three she was entitled to make mistakes, it was part of her nature… Was, many years ago. Before she had met him.

Yes, Wallabee Beatles, Numbuh Four, had turned her against the world. His reckless hate had consumed her- But not before he had painted visions of love in her mind's eye.

He had admitted one fine day two years ago that he loved her, and like a blind man she allowed him to lead her. She loved him, he loved her, everything was fine.

Everything was fine.

But after a couple of months he began to control her, shape her like putty until she fit his criteria. He no longer loved her happiness, her blind naivete, the fact that she held within her heart an unconditional love.

That wasn't Wally… Not the one she knew. But after the first month of his mother and father's drunken fits of rage and abuse and fighting, he changed. Nothing in the world mattered but his safety, and his friend. Oh but above everything else was his Kuki.

After all, he loved her, and she loved him, and she continued to follow him. And he continued to lead.

Everything would be all right.

After three months he began to hate himself and his parents. He was slightly more withdrawn, and of course he would tell nobody of his personal home life. The bruises were well hidden, and his mental scars stayed locked in the realm of music. He continued to love Kuki though, and he continued to help his friends.

Once in a while he lost sight of everything that was important, so he'd do brash, stupid things. Three was always there though, she always helped him through it. He never completely realized how much it hurt her to see him cry.

Molding her was easy after the first year. She was starting to understand him better, she was starting to become hateful. Oh she dared not show it though, for that would lead the only important people in her life into a spiral of chaotic nonsense. They were only used to happy old her, not reproachful, evil thoughts, mean Kuki.

He loved her, and she loved him. Each day she became more like him, and he continued to lead. She continued to follow.

Everything was going to be all right?

Oh, she was hateful, completely now. She didn't care what happened to the people around her, just Wally. He hated her for her once pureness. Each time he looked at her he was even more hateful. He couldn't understand how she could be so pure and perfect, whereas he wasn't. The scars ran deep in his mind, and he knew that his right arm would never mend completely.

But he loved her. And she loved him. Only this time he wouldn't lead, and she wouldn't follow.

Everything would be fine.

Picking up the bottle of pills, she downed them one at a time.

If Wally couldn't look at her without being torn apart, she'd allow him to never look at her again. For you see, she wasn't really pure or beautifully untarnished. It was a complete act, and at one point in time she had thought it would help Wally. That ignorance shattered yesterday when she smiled at him and he looked about ready to punch her. That was when she realized that her act could go no farther.

The pills were starting to take effect, and lights swam before her eyes, she couldn't see properly. And she was dimly aware that she was falling. The small thump thump of her heart was no longer present.

And earth was almost right, she was like a star. A falling star that had finally burned out.