The Role that had the Rotten Daughter of the Evil witch of Enbizaka's Moonlit Girl. (this is the original title, too long to put in Fanfiction :T)

I lied about the Mark x Vaughn thing. I need to work on it big time.
Instead I give you this, a VocaSong Mash up of the song Witch by Megurine Luka, Daughter of Evil by Kagamine Rin, Mosaic Role by Megumi and Tailor Shop on Enbizaka by Megurine Luka, also Mosaic Role by Megpoid GUMI, Rotten girl Grotesque Romance STALKER by Hatsune Miku and Moonlit Bear by Hatsune Miku.
((390 is said three nine oh, because it's not three ninety OR three hundred and ninety…BUT, since I say thirty nine for Mi-chan, say what you want. I say three ninety.))

This story happens during the Victorian era. Also, what happens in the beginning, I want you to clearly understand that his mother is NOT a witch.
Also, I don't know how Dell managed to find his way in here. Dell, wtf are you doing. Get out of my fictions already you sexy Voyakiloid you.
Dell: What? I'm not even doing anything, YOU'RE the one who's forcing me to *SLAM!*
…Excuse the intrusion. Whilst I go throw this adorable sexy and currently unconscious guy in this fiction, please enjoy.

P.S. you have no idea how much I hate the word 'Princess'.

(VERY IMPORTANT: To fit the story, Mikuo, who I usually see with short hair, has a pony tail. This is very important for the story's development!)

If everything goes according to plan, this should have five chapters, and maybe an extra chapter and filler chapter. But by now you probably realised I always lie about that sort of thing.

Also, handcuffs.

Summary: Just because he was important and was the child of a very famous 'witch', doesn't mean he was a bad person as was his mother. Only when she does bad things and blames it on her child, things start going wrong.

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Chapter one: Cut the Wood.
'Did you know? If you try to burn a witch, it will be reborn instantly in another body? And this body is the one that will kill its destroyer…'
"Demon! Go away!" the children yelled, throwing rocks and the blue haired boy.
Mikuo whimpered and ran away quickly; tears forming at the base of the six-year old eyes.
The children sneered and laughed at him, throwing everything they could get their hands on at him.

He sped up, hearing "Go away, witch!" from every child in the playground.
Seeing the big red house that was his own, he slowed down and straightened his clothes, then went in quickly.
"Mama!" he cried out, hoping the woman would have heard him. "Mama!" The young blue haired woman appeared at the door, frowning when she saw him.
"What do you what?" she hissed at him, making him shy away from his mother.
His twin, Miku, ran towards him and instantly patted him on the head gently. "390 is going to be okay, because 390 is a lucky number!" she chanted quietly, patting his head along the way.
He smiled at her then looked back at his mother, who was growing impatient.
"I was playing in the park with my friends" he explained "And then a mum said 'That's a witch's child', and everyone started throwing rocks at me…"
The young woman gave a look of utter disgust and turned away. "They still think I'm a witch, huh…those idiots, I can't believe they actually think I have powers." She turned and went off with a huff, not caring.
"M-Mama!" his little sister called.
The woman turned around and glared at the girl coldly. "What do you want?" she hissed.
The blue-haired girl shifted in place, mumbling something quietly under her breath.
"What?" the woman yelled, scarring the two children.
"A-Ah! I was wondering if…we could go see Akaito…" she said more clearly, backing away a little.

Their mother sneered and waved a lazy hand at them "Fine. Just leave already, you're stinking up the entire place."
The twins hurried on to head out, avoiding the children's park as they did.

Their mother hated them.
They knew that, and they avoided her as much as they could.
They were unwanted children…born from to a mother who loved another man. What else could they do if their mother didn't like them…? Nothing.

Mikuo winced at his past memories of ten years ago.
His mother…it was obvious what she had done was wrong.
In their days, marriage was a necessity. But to her dismay she fell in love with a King…
She was an important person, as she had once taken up predictions.
Three times, her predictions fell to be exact, and she started being known, for fake predictions that were made up entirely, but only her children and she knew that.

Eventually, she forced herself to marry a man she did not love, and gave him two children, Mikuo, and Miku.
Because she they were born from their father and not from the King she loved so dearly, she hated them with the very fibre of her soul.
She had brought them up, but never acknowledged them, so the twins had to fend for themselves, giving each other the only love they could have...
"Mikuo-chan?" he heard as he snapped back out of his memories to look at the red-head.
He smiled at him and jumped off of the wall they sat on, Akaito doing the same.

The man was twenty, yet was still one of the twins' oldest and most appreciated friend they had.
The wall they were sitting on was placed in Akaito's garden, a beautiful garden filled to the brim with red and white roses, the wall itself lined with vines that bore grape-like fruits in autumn.
The house itself was a usual white Victorian, like all the normal rich houses.
On top of the roof was a weather cock Mikuo had always loved, and on the marble terrace where a glass table was under a large read Parasol edged with lace, Miku sat, drinking tea in her favourite spot of the garden. Her teal coloured afternoon gown shifted slightly as she turned to smile at the two, her small face shaded by the white hat sitting on her head delicately. His sister was really a beauty.

The two men gathered around her and they laughed and talked, ending the afternoon in a lovely way.
Though once the evening came round, they said goodbye to their friend, and started to walk home.

As they went through, as usual, two types of people noticed them. The ones that were struck by the beauty of the twins, and those that knew them as "the witch kin". They ignored both, and walked home happily.
Happily, until they saw two carriages waiting outside their house.
They looked at each other and walked in, expecting a visitor.

As soon as they did thought, their mother appeared with leather bags, one exceedingly smaller than the other.
"What's going on, mother?" Mikuo asked, nervously watching her march towards the carriages. She threw the small bag in the first carriage, and set the bigger one down gently in the other. "We're moving." She replied, glaring them furiously. "Get in the front carriage. Hurry up."
"If we are to move away," Miku protested "we must at least say our goodbyes to-"
"Absolutely not!" her mother spat, griping the two by the arms and threw them into their carriage, slamming the door shut.
She picked up her skirts and went for her own, climbing in and yelling at the driver to go.

As they drove along a narrow road in the mountains, Mikuo started feeling himself getting darker.
How could she do this to them? It was okay that they were moving…but not saying goodbye to their oldest friend? That was too much.
"I really love our mother." He said quietly as his sister listened. "But sometimes I just wish she would die."
"I agree…"

A loud crash was heard behind them, and she screamed, gripping onto his brother.
The horse went wild because of the noise, and their carriage stopped.
Mikuo stepped down and helped his sister to the ground, but had to take a step back with what he saw.

Large rocks from the top of the cliff had broken apart from the edge, and crashed into the carriage.
The horses were ballistic, and Miku screamed again when she saw something that would mark both her and her brother till the very day they died.
A hand with fingers spread was showing from beneath the crushed carriage.

And around it was forming a pool of blood…
…

Mikuo and his twin spent the next three years of their lives living in the town they were supposed to live in with their mother, only happy no one knew of the entire 'witch' business.
Miku seemed to be the first of them to recover, much to their new friends' surprise.
But she had always been the one to stick up for him when he needed help. It was she who had the strong personality, not him. Even thought she was a beautiful lady…she was not a lady when angry.

But the teen had realised after a while what had really happened.
They lived in a fancy cottage on the side of the river, which had beautiful, clear water.
As Mikuo left to go walk in the town for some shopping, Miku sat near the river, making daisy chains by the dozen.
She had been sitting there doing nothing, as a good Victorian lady of her calibre should, but she was bored of her lonely life, she had friends, but what she really wanted…
She gasped a little as she saw the one thing she wanted.

She stood up and bowed down a little to greet him as he arrived, his face seemingly deep in thought as the rumours had suggested, and as they had suggested also, he was a beautiful man.
"Your Highness." She said.
The young man turned towards her and nodded with a lazy smile, obviously not caring at all.
Miku noticed this and hissed under her breath.
This man was a prince, and she had the intention of becoming his princess very soon.
She walked back to the path with a little sway of her hips, looking over her head, seducing him, or so she thought.
The Prince had looked at her curiously, but then went back to his walk, not caring in the least.
Miku stomped her foot and walked off, fuming.

"I don't understand him 390!" she told her brother later on. "I mean, isn't your sister pretty? You told me I was pretty right? And I love him so much…"
Mikuo listened to his sister ramble on and on about this 'prince' that was 'oh so handsome' and she just simply 'had to see him again so he fell in love with her'.
"I understand you're in love with him" Mikuo smirked "But he's a prince, it'll never be, my dear sister."
Miku huffed him off and pouted in a very un-lady-like fashion.
They both laughed happily, the day continuing on normally.

"Eh? An invitation from the King?" Miku squealed that very evening, hardly able to hold the letter they had just received in her hands. "This is a dream-come-true!"
Mikuo sighed and got his sister's cloak, wrapping her up and looking at her glowing eyes.
"You really are the cutest of all sisters, you know that? Go get that prince."
The teal-haired girl jumped and grabbed his hand as they ran out towards the castle in the fresh air of the evening.

The castle was not very fancy or expensive looking at all.
The king was a kind, bed-ridden man who loved his people more than he cared for his health. So it was a very normal thing seeing his children. Princes Dell and Hakuo as well as Princesses Haku and Deruko to roam around the town freely, making friends with people of lower status with no problems.
The eldest, Haku, had even recently married a farmer quite happily, without even stepping on her family name.
They saw the two princesses going down the path, and they greeted them warmly.
This was why 39 has her hopes up so high… Mikuo thought to himself, looking discreetly at the princesses as they bowed to them and passed along the path.
He noticed Deruko's eyes staring at him before looking away quickly and continuing her walk down.

Mikuo knew that look.
It was a look his mother had often given him when she was alive, a look that said: "You're not special. Don't try to be."
He caught Miku's attention by jabbing her elbow and whispered into her ear silently. "That Princess Deruko-what's-her-name gave us the look. You know, the one mum used to give us." He whispered, Miku listening attentively. "People that horrible shouldn't deserve to live."
Miku gave him a gold glare and Mikuo suddenly remembered not to mention their mother in front of her.
They both gave a long sigh before entering the mansion, going straight up to the throne room.

They bowed in front of the king's assistant and he greeted them weakly.
"Ah, the Hatsune twins." He said. "Now, which of you is the oldest…?"
Mikuo shyly stood up, his head low and his face red.
The king's assistant frowned and asked something to Hakuo, who stood by him. The young man shook his head and sighed.
"Well, ah, there seems to be a problem." The assistant said, eyeing Mikuo. "You mother, Mihaku, has affirmed that you, Miss Hatsune, were the oldest. Thought this town seems to accept…these sorts of marriages…" He shook his head and mumbled something about the king, but turned his attention back to the twins.
They asked Miku to leave kindly, and she did so, glancing worriedly back at her brother.
Mikuo, just as she thought he would, paled in an instant. What do they mean by those sorts of marriages? Who was getting married anyway?
(A/N: Mihaku: read Mi-ha-ku, literally spelt 3-8-9)

The answer soon came as a scroll was brought to them, with Miku's name freshly lined out and Mikuo's written instead.

I, Mihaku Hatsune, hereby declare that if by any chance my death is found natural, my eldest child, Mikuo Hatsune, shall be married into the Honne royal family in the town of Crypton.

"We've been a friend of Mihaku's for a very long time, you see…and this is something we have promised her. Unfortunately, going along with principals of this country, a pact like this must be made between the eldest of siblings, so you, Mikuo, and, rather unfortunately, the king's eldest son, Dell."
(A/N: AHAHA, it's not like I totally made that up just now. It's pretty true I think, but I guess not the gay wedding part…that's just for the lulz—I-I mean plot.)
Mikuo kept his silence, feeling the same anger his twin would as soon as she found out.

Him! Married to another man! That was so wrong!
He shook his head slightly, but hid his face as soon as he said man arrived in a tumble into the room.
"What the hell is going on?" he yelled, furious. "Telling me I have to get married to-to that?"

Mikuo flinched.
Calling him a thing was a bit much…
He winced when he was pushed forwards, right up to the white-haired man's side, and the assistant did something only the author could do, and handcuffed their right arms together. (A/N how the hell did I get in here?)
"Unfortunately, this is a forced marriage." The king's assistant said. "And until you learn how to get along, these handcuffs will not take place. Now run along."

The two were shoved outside, Mikuo simply adjusting to it, and Dell cursing his life out.
He glared at Mikuo and dragged him to a bench, where Miku was waiting patiently.
She got up when she saw her twin, and blushed when she saw her crush.
Confused by the handcuffs, she asked about them, but Mikuo shook his head, ready to murder the white-haired if he said a single word of it to her.
"Well I've just received a message, 390." She said, her gaze resting on Dell's features, "And I must go back to our old home…to collect my heritage. Will you be alright?"
Mikuo lazily picked up the handcuffed arm and smiled at her, urging her on.

He half-dragged Dell down to a waiting carriage, where he set Miku, and waved her good bye as the carriage left.

Only a few seconds later, he felt himself being dragged again, all the way to the top of a field covered in small, bell-like flowers.
They sat down, looking up into the night sky.
"How fucking old are you anyway." Dell asked, continuing to stare at the sky.
"I turned nineteen this year…"
"Fuck! A twenty-four year old married to a fucking teenager!"
Not finding that enough, Dell cursed and swore even louder, nearly going into a fit.

After a while he calmed down and buried his head in his arms, holding his knees in place.
"So what's your name?" he asked again, his question muffled by his arms.
Mikuo smiled.
"I'm Mikuo Hatsune. It's a pleasure to meet you…unfortunately under these circumstances…but I'd love to get to know you, your highness."
The white-haired glanced at him from the corner of his ruby coloured eyes. "Call me Dell; I hate the word 'highness."
The blue-haired teen nodded gently.

He looked back up into the sky and tried counting the stars, giving each of them a face and name.
"Do you come up here often?" he asked the prince, losing count after a while. "I've seen you look at the place from time to time when I saw you in town."
Dell's face went a little red and he cursed, hiding his face deeper.
"I promised myself…" he said quietly "That one day I would bring my lover here."

Mikuo's heart skipped a beat and he blushed intensely, staring at the ruby eyes of the Prince.
"S-Sorry…" he whispered, wanting to break the awkward silence that came after it.
"Mikuo." Replied the Prince. "Are you a virgin?"

The teen's face went red and he threw his arms up in panic, accidently pulling Dell's arm up, throwing him off guard as he fell on top of the blue-haired teen heavily.
Mikuo's head spun as he waited for the prince to move, which was something he didn't do.
"I don't really care if you're not into guys…" he said simply as he inhaled the scent Mikuo gave. A faint, beautiful scent, one that reminded him so much of his mother...that he only just noticed.
He didn't understand how such a random person could have such a sweet and irresistible smell.
"Mikuo, let's do it."
He tipped down and forced his lips onto the teen's, finding them soft and untouched.
Virgin. Dell thought to himself as he deepened the kiss, his tongue gently licking Mikuo's lower lip.

Finding the teen didn't understand what had to be done, he pulled down his chin and his tongue slid through, invading the blue-haired's mouth possessively.
The teen moaned softly, and his eyes shot open.
He pushed Dell away and covered his red face.
"What? Are you scared?" Dell asked huskily, his hand crawling up from under his shirt.
"N-No! Don't do this!" Mikuo yelled, kicking him.

Dell stopped and frowned for a second, getting his thoughts in focus.
"Wha-What the hell?" he yelled, shaking his head and pulling Mikuo up. "Ah, yes, you're a virgin…There aren't any more in this town, so I've forgotten for a second on how to deal with the likes of them…"
Mikuo stared at him with a worried look, his heart suddenly beating faster, hurting him badly.
"You've…done this to other people…?" he asked weakly, clutching his heart with his left hand. "So much that there are…no more virgins in this town…?"
Dell gave him a small smile.
"But of course. I can't tell how many people, women or men, have go through me…I lost count, and I don't care. It's useful having a face like this…"
The blue-haired stayed silent, and Dell continued.
"I'm guessing your sister is a virgin too, huh." He said more to himself than to Mikuo.
The blue-haired glared at him dangerously, and Dell held his hands a little in the air, meaning he meant no offence towards her.
"By the way…" he added quietly. "I don't like you at all. Actually I pretty much hate you. If you're wondering why I did that, it's because right now, I need it."
Mikuo stayed silent as he followed the white haired back to the mansion, avoiding his hot-ruby eyes when they looked at him.
"So…when we marry…" he said quietly "You'll use me as a…tool…?"

Dell stopped and looked at him, lifting his chin slightly.
What Mikuo received instead of what expected shook him to the very bone.
The prince had slapped him, bruising him.
"Hear me out, you." Dell said calmly. "I don't care who you are, but you won't stop me from doing what I want with my sex life. I'm only accepting to go through this marriage crap for my father."
He pulled on the chain and half-dragged Mikuo back towards the mansion, as the teen cried silently.

He didn't deserve to marry such a horrible person.
Mikuo winced when Dell dragged him into a room, picked him up and put him down on the bed.
Only when Dell lay down beside him with his back turned to him did he calmed down.
He froze at his thoughts.
Surely Dell wouldn't…do that?
He was a monarch after all…he wouldn't…he wouldn't actually…?

He fell asleep on the thought, sighing as tears ran down his face, thinking of her sister, too far away to protect him.

…

Dell woke up first, turned and saw the young man next to him.
He smiled and toyed with his hair a little, waking him up gently.
But as soon as he saw the teal eyes open, he remembered that this wasn't one of his lovers.
He frowned and pulled Mikuo up by the chain of the handcuff and down onto the ground, also pulling him out of his sleepiness.
"E-Eh?" the teen stuttered, stumbling over Dell's foot by accident, bringing them both to the floor, Mikuo on top of the Prince.
"Idiot, be more careful goddammit!" the elder one groaned, holding his head.
Mikuo blushed slightly when he started getting off of him, as well as help him up.

The prince immediately continued dragging the young man around, ignoring his protests.
Eventually the teen gave up trying to get away, and walked in silence.
He looked up at his husband-to-be's face, and blushed a little. He really was a beautiful man…
He shook his head, quickly getting rid of the thought that was forming in his head.
His sister liked this man. And he knew that when Miku was angry…she took up from her mother.

His heart suddenly froze.
He seems like a kind lover…he thought, but a violent husband…?
"Mikuo." He heard the man say.
His teal eyes shifted towards the gentle face of the white haired, his ruby eyes shifting away.
"Hmm…nothing."
The teal-eyed cocked his head in confusion, smiling despite himself.
Maybe if I fall in love with him...i might save her from somehow so violent…?

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I CAN ONLY DO ONE BIG, FAT POKER FACE.
Nah. I lie. ANYWAY…

Dell isn't actually a violent husband D: …you'll understand in later chapters 3
Also, this chapter is shorter than the usual 5000 words that I do. (it's 4000 and such) but that's because it's a bigger fiction with a more developed plot than what 'Rolling Secret' had. (mostly because there is ten times more songs :T)

I hope you've liked it so far.
ALSO

DELL I'M SORRY, BUT YES, IN EVERY SINGLE FANFICTION I TO WRITE, YOU SOMEHOW MANAGE TO TURN INTO A MAN-WHORE. DELL, I'M SO SHOCKED BY THIS. SHOCKED I TELL YOU, SHOCKED.
(that's because I WOULD pay for a Dell man-whore…huhuhu 3)

EDIT:
I've edited a few lines in the fiction that made no sense what-so-ever, like when Dell and mikuo were in the field, it suddenly said 'Dell dragged him through the mansion...' so i changed that. I also changed a part where it said 'An invitation from the King?' or something, and this happens in the evening, when the line just before that says it's still day, and it was written in a way that you couldn't tell the time had shifted until half-way down the phrase.

i write fictions only when i'm tired, so i do re-read them a few weeks later to edit. The edits don't have spell check unfortunatly.