Hello.~ I do not own Vocaloid, just the plot to this story! I hope you enjoy this story.~ The chapter will probably be mostly short. So, I will try to keep adding them!
A drop of blood trickles forth from her finger, and then the girl sees another girl with long gossamer pink tresses of hair cascading like a waterfall around the girl's shoulder's and back. And that's when the girl with the long ethereal red hair realizes that this wasn't just an accident; this girl with the pink hair was her true love.
But there where the pink haired girl was, there was a boy with bobbed silvery-white hair. The girl with red hair stared at the boy and a feeling of unease set inside herself. Who was this boy, the boy by her true love, why was he there? The red-headed, ruby-eyed girl didn't understand. Was The girl with the pink hair dating him? She saw them laughing and smiling. Some feeling was setting in, of jealousy, and confusion.
The arrow drops from her hand, a few drops of blood pour forth from the small cut and onto the ground. The girl with the fiery red hair drops to her knees. "What am I going to do?" She mutters holding her head delicately, as if it were an egg. A drop of crimson blood stains the girl's white robe-like dress.
"So, you've gone and pricked yourself…" A deep voice from behind the red-head girl. She turned slightly to see a man with blue hair. He had a frown that deepened when she looked at him. And cobalt-blue eyes stoically looked slightly away from her and he sighed.
The ruby-eyed girl doesn't know what to say to him, she doesn't know what to tell him about their own relationship now that she's fallen for someone else. And she doesn't know what to do, so, she looks away and tears begin for form at the corners of her eyes, the blue-haired man bends down to comfort her, placing a hand around her shoulders. And then the tears stream forth from her eyes, and down her cheeks. The blue-haired boy takes out a bandage from his white attire and slowly dresses her finger in it, making a little bow to tie it off.
The young woman still loves him, but now she knows she must be with another. And he sighs, albeit a bit regretfully. He just stays there with an arm wrapped around her shoulders. He doesn't know what to say either, so he just stays there to be there for her, and of course, he still loves her, too.
"I'm sorry, Kaito." Is all the red-headed girl can manage to say, while sobbing.
"It's alright, Miki." He says in response, the only response he can muster up the courage to say.
I hope you enjoyed the story!~