I do not own Rosario + Vampire. Waiting for superman by Daughtry, Human by Christina Perri, and Firefly by Owl City inspired this. This story is meant to be fragments of their lives. An AU of sorts because I believe that no matter what paths they chose, they'd all end up meeting each other and impacting one another's life.
Special thanks to my amazing Beta Reader, GodPen.
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When Moka was younger, she used to wish for someone to rescue her. She was surrounded by hate and loneness. Humans thought she was a lunatic or a monster , and her younger sister, the one who used to love and admire her, was out to kill her. It was confusing and frightening . So, she'd wish upon a star, kiss frogs, look in the sky for Superman, and wait in the dark for batman, but the only one who came for her was Disappointment.
So, she believed harder and harder until she forgot why she was doing it. Why wish for something that wouldn't come? She had decided to embrace the agony of loneness. Still, some nights felt like magic, every other blue moon, and she'd find a little spark of hope again. She knew what love looked like.
She knew what he looked like because she had seen every other type of cruel face. He was tall, so tall he could touch the stars and clouds. He was fast, as fast as the wind to avoid the hate created by the world. He never smiled or frowned because people who smiled could be just as deceitful as those who pretended to frown. He shined as bright as the sun, talked like the ocean- forbidden to her and so painfully close yet untouchable- , and smelt like flowers.
Moka closed her eyes. She wondered for a moment before sleep over took her, why wasn't she worthy of being saved?
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When Kurumu was younger, she was told to be everyone else, never who she really was, never herself. She was to be a broken record. She would be someone who everyone desired. She was a succubus, what else could she do? She was to be someone everyone envied, but she envied those others, the ones that needn't lie their whole life.
She would see people fall in love, befriend someone, get angry, cry, and feel as she picked up the emotions secondhand. She was meant to take these emotions, but not feel them. It was her destiny and she was told it was okay. But sometimes, it was like someone was punching her because all she was, was a machine. After a while, she just accepted it as fact as one accepted that one plus one was in fact two.
Although, sometimes she was naughty and imagined love. He was short, like her, so he could touch the earth and its beauty. He smelt of pine because he adventured into the depths of the unknown, be it animals or emotions. His eyes were orbs like the stars which shined brighter and brighter.
Kurumu smiled the fakest smile she could plaster, but remained quiet, as any good girl would, only speaking when spoken to. She was to be everyone to anyone that passed by and gave her the time. If she really wanted someone, she could have them, but the cost would be that at the end of it all they wouldn't really be them. They'd be an allusion of whatever she wanted after the charm. She wondered before she was told she could leave, did love exist or was it just an allusion of what people wanted so they could move forward in life?
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When Tsukune was younger, he hadn't a care in the world. His biggest fear was getting lost with his crazy older cousin. He didn't understand many things, but he was perfectly okay with that because his imagination picked up the slack. He wasn't restless in the terms of physical activity, but in thought.
"But what if," Tsukune began again as he tiptoes over a particularly muddy puddle with the help of his mother, "we could talk to animals? What do you think they'd say?"
His father pondered for a second and responded, "Why are you destroying our homes?"
Tsukune's mother slapped her husband on the back of the head. "What do you think they'd say, Tsukune?"
"Hmm," Tsukune put his hand underneath his chin, "I don't really know, mama." Tsukune's eyebrows furrowed in great concentration.
"Well, then what would you tell them?" His father posed.
Tsukune grinned, "Hello, I'm Tsukune Aono! Let's be friends. I know it sounds crazy because we're so different, but I promise I'll love you anyways!"
His father whistled. "You'll be good with the chicks."
Tsukune's eyes sparkled, "Then we should get a chicken first, if that's what you think!" Tsukune looked at his father with awe, and his father at him with a different kind of awe. "If we get a chicken, then it will have chicks and I can be good with them."
Tsukune knew what love was. It was this insanely pure feeling of happiness that hit him right on his chest whenever he felt it. It was when someone felt so happy for someone else that they'd do anything for that person to be happy. Love was family and friends.
Tsukune gave a toothy smile as he was handed his new pet. Before he set his foot in the car, he wondered if love was transferable like blood. If it was, he'd want to give all of his love to whatever he touched and then the world could be filled with happiness.
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When Mizore was younger, the world seemed too big for comfort. She wasn't really afraid. It was just odd that there was something beyond the corners of the village. She wasn't too curious about it though. In fact, she preferred not to think about it.
She wasn't shy, she just liked silence. However, the silence made her seem shy, and people tended to be extra careful toward her, treating her the same as they would an ancient Chinese teacup. She didn't feel alone until people started bringing it up to her mother. It was very odd because she needed to be reminded that she was lonely to actually feel it.
She was suppose to feel lonely no matter how much company she had, though. It wasn't until she had a husband and children of her own that she was to be fulfilled. Mizore pondered what that meant for her now and what it'd mean when her children outgrew her to fulfill their own lives.
As Mizore washed the dishes, she wondered why she needed to rely on someone else to be happy. Love sounded scary because he was mysterious and would take away her silence.
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