edited again. I never notice mistakes until it's been posted, oh my.
And everyone can celebrate, because I've LOST MY FEAR OF PARAGRAPHS.
Miku's point of view. Saihate Miku, if you're impatient for a description. Paired with Meltdown remix Rin.
Ohh, but no shipping until much much later. Rating is T for now, because of death and junk like that, but will eventually reach M, you smut-seekers. c:
It was dark.
Not a typical dark, the temporary absence of light, but a dark where no light had ever touched. I was enveloped in this darkness, not standing or falling; only present. No time passed. Or maybe years past, thousands of years, millennia. Maybe I crossed dimensions somewhere. Perhaps I stood against the flow of time- maybe I travelled backwards. I think it only lasted an instant.
Was I ever there?
I don't believe so, maybe I was dreaming. That brings to mind another idea- was that the space in your mind when you are not dreaming? If I had been in a nightmare, and ran over the edges, broke through the constraints of my mind- would I rush into that solid darkness? I don't know- and I hope I never do know. Fear of the dark is silly- you only should fear what lies within it. Not that I'm afraid of anything anymore. Oh, never-mind. The point is, it was dreadfully dark.
I brushed against something, and stumbled through the empty space. There was a faint thud, and the darkness faded, or rather lightened, to a dull reddish shade.
I opened my eyes.
I was staring up at a beige ceiling, and an inset light casting a yellow glow onto my unfamiliar surroundings. A soft voice spoke from close behind me. A feminine tone that sounded oddly far away.
"Who are you?" it said.
I awkwardly sat up and whipped my head around to find its source. There stood a girl in some elaborate costume, carrying a staff of some sort loomed above me. She waited for an answer, tapping a foot by my head. Tall white boots, I mentally noted. Dainty yellow ribbons everywhere. A flouncy black skirt with shimmering layers. Strange sleeves, that didn't connect to her high-waisted dress. And that staff was a scythe. A pure black curved blade, but the rest was a shining yellow. The far end was ornately carved into what seemed to be a cityscape.
"Who are you?" she repeated, tipping her head slightly. Her golden pigtails were tall and unruly. I looked down again. I opened my mouth to answer, but I couldn't speak.
I didn't know who I was. If someone asks you your phone number, you have it memorized, generally, but there are times where you just can't recall it. I froze mentally, drawing blanks on who I was and where I lived and
absolutely everything relating to me.
I felt panic inch up my spine, momentarily set aside when the stranger turned away. She airily sighed, and began to walk down the hall. I carefully stood and watched her. Her feet didn't touch the ground. The soles of her boots must have floated a hairsbreadth above the carpet, because there was no sound of footsteps.
What?
I gingerly took a step of my own.
The floorboards creaked. I felt a surge of happiness. I was real, even if she wasn't. It's a dream. I'll wake up and know who I am, this is perfectly normal, I thought frantically as I followed the girl.
Right? Right after you realize you can't possibly be awake, and start to enjoy the fantasy world, you feel your covers smothering you and the sound of an alarm.
But my blessed footsteps were the only sound. "Don't stomp, please." she calmly instructed as she walked through a door.
Through the closed door.
I shot a hand out to touch the wood, to make sense of this- but my hand, a hand I didn't recognize, but mine nonetheless- went through as well. I was paralyzed with fear, and bit my lip to stifle a cry. Oh god, oh god, I felt the grain all through my hand- not physically painful, but my mind was racing. I stood there, completely out of sorts- someone who wasn't anyone, who wasn't even there?
Something pulled my hand, gently, and I tripped into the room.
On the floor again, shaking. I stared at the- illusion? The girl stared back. She had amusement in her stormy blue eyes, but they didn't seem alive.
"Where am I?" I managed to ask, my voice smaller than expected. Feminine, tinges of a nasal tone. I didn't care for the sound of my own voice.
"I wouldn't know. I never know about those things. Why are you here?" She seemed to be a solid figure. Not a ghost? I held my gaze, unmoving.
Seeing her was surreal. Once you looked away, you almost forgot the memory. I kept glancing back.
"I don't know you." she said, and walked over to a bed. I took in the room at last. Two beds, many closets, dressers, and boxes. One window. The curtain was drawn aside, and moonlight shone onto the bed the girl knelt by.
How did she manage such a long staff, I wondered. A weapon, no less. It somehow seemed natural, despite her small stature and girlish dress. Wait, who was in bed? A small, pale boy with hair not unlike her own. He slept peacefully, but his breathing sounded hoarse. I crept closer. She was pulling back the covers, revealing a puny body swimming in white nightclothes. He didn't even shift, lost in dreams somewhere.
He never awoke.
She abruptly stood, and gracefully swung her scythe into him, tearing through flesh without even a drop of blood. There was no gash or mark. I think I saw a shadow flit up, above the bed, and through the window's glass. It was his size and a steely blue.
I felt the realization hit me- she'd murdered him. She was some ghostly killer, a child's nightmare, dressed so fancifully
But it was only a dream. No one is hurt. He wasn't killed. Obviously, what were you thinking-?- But my logic was interrupted as I tried to remember my name.
"He left quickly. Good." she commented. There was a body on the bed, not breathing any longer. I buried my face in my hands. "He's dead! Y-you... why? You killed him." I stomped a foot, and felt it sink through the floor, slightly. A nightmare, I pleaded silently. I peeked through my fingers, to see her disapproving glare.
"I do not kill. He was dying. It's an interesting question, however. Do they happen to die because I come, or do I happen to come because they die?"
There were others, it implied. Oh god, nothing made sense. I sunk lower. "Wake me up." I whispered.
She ignored me. "There's a girl in the other bed. If you keep being so clumsy you'll wake her. Hear the floorboards creaking with your presence? Let her enjoy the last moments of her life where she thinks that boy is alive."
"Who are they?" I asked. These strangers looked a little like her. What did I look like? I just couldn't remember. "Do you know anything about them?" I asked in a rush, clutching my hands together.
She shrugged, and tossed a pigtail over her delicate shoulder. "I have not the slightest." She guided me with the tips of her fingers, pulled my feet out from the carpet. I clung to her dress. It felt real.
"Am I dead?" I asked. "Are you?" Please, please say no.
She smiled bittersweetly. "I don't know."
I began to become irritated. "What do you know?" I felt warmth through the fabric.
"I was moving on- to the next place, which was here- and you were on the floor." I pushed her away suddenly. My hands didn't go through her, thank god. She roughly stepped back, but didn't even blink. She continued. "I know you're not human- you go through things. And you can feel me." She kept her face blank, like a doll.
"You're not human. I am! I am- please." She stands there, too perfect to be alive. "Tell me, what do I look like!?" I gasp, pulling my hair into my line of sight.
Aqua strands, twisted between pale fingers with bitten nails. I felt higher- I wore two pigtails, quite long. And bangs, I noted. I looked down, trying desperately to sort out what normal people look past- Black blouse, matching pleated skirt- white shirt beneath, and a plain black tie. I could be any girl, from any time or place. I was complementing my dull shoes and neat white socks when she cooly answered me.
"Well, you're beautiful."
The words made no sense at first- but then they hit me like a cold winter gale. I had never heard them, not in my new, (dream?) memory. I probably had never heard them in my real life. Was this real life?
"No, don't..." I mutter, scared by this girl. I know you don't say things like that, not to strangers. She wasn't sound of mind, even for a-
Spirit? Angel? Notions assaulted me- demon? Death himself- or rather herself?
"Oh, and you have eyes like your hair- turquoise. A pretty gem- but only semiprecious, you know." So she did know some things- I hadn't know that turquoise wasn't a real gem. Can you learn things in dreams? I must have heard it long ago, and only forgotten, I reasoned silently.
"What's your name?" I asked, biding time until I woke up. Any instant. But I wanted to hear her answer first.
"Rin." she stated, sounding rather bored. A long silence passed- I though I heard the ever-so-faint ticking of a clock somewhere else in the building. "That's all." What's my name? I bite my lip. It's strange- I can feel this, but there's no pain. "Check your jacket." she suggests. "It looks nice- does it have a tag for your name?"
I slowly unbuttoned it, feeling self-conscious with her eyes upon me. It's not like I was getting undressed all the way- ah, what a strange dream already! I shrugged it off erratically. Yes, at the bottom of one side in the lining, I find this:
NAME_M I K U _H A T S U N E_
ADDRESS_________________
PHONE___________________
"Miku Hatsune." I read aloud, the syllables strange on my tongue. Tongue! I slowly raised my hand to my mouth, feel my inner lips. How odd it must have looked. Oh, but my joy when I felt moist heat! I wasn't a corpse, at least. Yet I still floated a half-inch over the ground... but I was steady. I smiled brightly, clinging to this hope and cheerfully putting my coat back on.
Rin showed no emotion. "Miku." she repeated, formal as ever. I looked over to the girl fast asleep. Somehow, I was no longer fazed by- the death. The death of the boy. Did she know, even while closed from the world? If it was her brother, maybe she felt it. I had heard stories like that. She looked perfectly fine.
"Let's go." Rin said quietly.
"How?" I asked, almost excited. I jumped a little, thrilled by the rush of air beneath my aloft feet. Aloft. Yes, but I'm alive. I'm only dreaming. She raised her scythe and extended a hand. I hesitated for only a moment, and grabbed those slim, pale fingers eagerly. I liked the feeling- she had smooth skin. I saw her neatly trimmed nails with golden polish.
She brings the blade to her throat, and pierces the skin swiftly.
I tried to gasp, to react-
We were gone.
It was dark again, I was back in that darkness. I gripped her hand, and was less afraid.
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