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The Young Olive Tree Chapter Seven, and the Final: The Banana Tree's Want A week later, Oliver had finally recovered from the traumatic time, and his voice came back. He could finally speak clearly. His love for Len grew as well, though he was still nervous about kissing. Oliver was sitting on top of a hill that afternoon, reading another romance novel. He finally knew what love felt like, and he enjoyed the books even more now. The wind was blowing softly, and the red, gold, orange, and brown leaves were falling from the tree he was under. Oliver looked up, and sneezed when a leaf the color of Len’s hair landed on his nose. Matter

The Young Olive Tree Chapter Six: The Olive Tree's Recovery Everyday, Len would be there for Oliver as he slept. He would never, ever let him go. He would never let go of his hand. Never. Every night, he practically slept with him, holding him close and listening to the younger boy’s heartbeat and breathing, taking in his sweet scent of the Olive tree, tea, and vanilla. After a week, Oliver was still asleep. He couldn’t eat or drink anything, causing him to lose more and more weight. The young Olive Tree was growing thinner and thinner. Len could tell by the way his clothes were growing bigger on him. It feels so warm. Somethin

The Young Olive Tree Chapter Five: The Olive Tree Bends After a few weeks, Oliver opened his eyes and noticed his throat hurt a little more than it should have. Hopefully it wouldn’t affect his singing. Master would have to test his voice today, just to make sure nothing is wrong. Just pray… “Good morning, Oliver!” Master smiled as he entered her office, and he nodded to her, hoping that she had the answer to his throat problem. It got worse through the morning, and now he was barely able to talk above a raspy whisper. “Is something wrong?” She asked, and he nodded again. “I-I can barely speak,

The Young Olive Tree Chapter Four: The Olive Tree's Secret "I-I'm sorry!" Len replied, staring at the younger boy, who was near tears now. "J-just give me the bandages back, please." Oliver murmured, and he handed the white cloth back. Quicker than Len thought, Oliver wrapped the bandage around his eye and tied it off. "Don't tell anyone else about it, okay?" He nodded. Before anything else could be said, Meiko walked through the door and looked at us both, giggling a little. "Dinner's ready, you two." She said, and walked away. Len looked back at Oliver, and felt sad for the young boy. I almost made him cry, what s wrong with me?! He thoug

The Young Olive Tree Chapter Three: The Banana Tree and the Olive Tree "Len-kun~!" Rin shouted, running to his door. She threw it open and ran in, only to trip on the carpet. Len snickered as she fell on her face. "That wasn't funny!" She pouted, getting back to her knees. It looked like she had gotten a rug burn from the carpet on her knees. "That's what you get for running in so suddenly, Rin-chan." Len replied bluntly. "It's not my fault! I had something exciting to tell you!" She jumped up so fast and laughed a little. "What is it?" Len asked, turning back to his Ipad. He was attempting to write a new song, but had nothing at all. His

The Young Olive Tree Chapter Two: A New Tree To Come “Master, what are you doing?” Miku asked, looking at the computer screen. There was a profile of a young British boy, dressed as a sailor, and all his basic information. “Oh, I was just looking for a new addition, and it looks like this young Engloid could do. He isn’t very famous now...Miku, tell the other vocaloids to meet me in the living room!”   “Yes Master!” The turquoise haired girl replied cheerily, running out of the room. She ran about the house, gathering the others, who were dying of boredom. They all came to the room, and Master was e

The Young Olive Tree Chapter One: Pain For A Young Olive Tree “Leave me alone!” Oliver shouted as the young kids in the town of London, England continued to beat him and bully him. It hurt, but he had to deal with it when he went to the library to get more books, which was very frequent. It was his only happiness besides playing piano. He sang for his Master, but he couldn’t do it much more. There was less and less he could sing about. His light was fading away with his heart. The young Olive Tree was slowly wilting away in the darkness. Oliver quickly picked up his books and continued to limp, his leg hurting from the abu

The Young Olive Tree Prologue Oliver was always so shy when it came to affection, and he would try to avoid it. Truthfully, he didn’t know how to kiss or anything. He didn’t know much about the word “love” besides what his favorite books told him. He tried to learn as much as he could, but it was too hard to comprehend when he could never feel it for himself. A robot can never feel love. He was a Engloid, a vocaloid that could sing in English, falling in the same category. There wasn’t much for him, and he wasn’t very known anywhere. He had many talents; singing, playing piano, painting and drawing, but hi