A/N: WHAT AM I DOING WRITING THIS WHEN I SHOULD BE WRITING CONTROL FREAKS? HUUUH?
Ahem.
Okay, my ideas were pressing me one night. So I wrote this starter chapter! It's a story based off of Dream-Eating Monochrome Baku, a song by Len Kagamine. But if you watch the PV, you see that Miku's there too. So I was looking over the lyrics and watching the PV when I was just like: 'Whoa, this would be an awesome story!' Or something along those lines. ANYWAY.
I was really hoping I wouldn't start another multi-chapter story before I finished Control Freaks. But, ehh, THIS WAS TOO GOOD OF AN IDEA. My profile is getting to be clogged.
Okay, aaand I'm babbling. Story time, kids!
SONG OF TEH UPDATE: Eh? Ah, Sou- Miku Hatsune (also like the Miku-tan cover :D + the Pokemon parody)
DISCLAIMER: Me no own Vocaloid or anything I EVAH write about.
This Monochromatic World
Night. It's dark, unsettling. Ominous, even. This particular night, there were no stars. Pitch black filling the town. Only a lone street light lit the road.
A figure. A shape. It walked in the night and paused under the glow. Gazed around. If one was around, they would say that shape had the face of a demon. They would have run. But it wouldn't have let them.
A smirk. Then the shape entered the dark again, boots clicking against the pavement.
...
Miku sighed and gazed up at the night. Pitch black. No stars dotted the sky, reassuring her they were still alive. She let her gaze drop.
The shape suddenly stopped walking. It felt something. An aura. Strong, too. Full of longing and want. Maybe even loneliness. A smirk twisted its face as it headed in the direction of the power.
Miku traced her finger along the window sill. The dreams had been coming more frequently recently. And they scarred her. So much. So much that she was always afraid to fall asleep at night. However, her exhaustion always got the better of her and she slipped into the clutches of her dreams. She found herself waking up multiple times in the night, panting.
She sighed. If only there were just a way to be rid of these horrible dreams! I would do anything!
"Why, hello there, young miss." A voice pierced the silence, seemingly splitting the air. Miku jumped.
She turned, searching for the source of the mysterious voice. Below her window sill, stood a young man. Or boy. Or whatever. He seemed to look around her age, maybe even younger.
A smirk teased his delicate face, choppy blond hair hanging over his dark eyes, covered by a black top hat. A short stubby ponytail was messily knotted near the nape of his neck by a small black ribbon. He was decked in a suit-type outfit, but with shorter sleeves and a large orange bow tie replacing what would normally be a tie. His pant legs were rolled up, but that was barely noticeable due to the fact that he also wore dark, patterned socks. How Miku noticed all of this? Her fear had also heightened her senses, leaving her always on guard.
"Hello, sir," Miku hesitantly answered. "Where do you come from?"
The boy/man/whatever shook his head. "That I do not know."
Miku looked slightly down. "Oh..." She dropped her gaze, now staring at the granite window sill. Unnoticed, the boy's smirk grew with his hidden laughter. "Young miss, are you alright?"
Miku looked up, her aqua eyes now full of tears, having long lost their bright glow. "I-in truth, no." She dropped her gaze again, tears now splashing onto the window sill. "I-I... I think I-I'm losing it, maybe. All these dreams... they frighten me, a-and I don't know what they mean!" A small puddle had formed on the window sill. Her bright teal hair, which contrasted with her dark personality, hung down, shading her face from view.
The young boy grinned, as opposed to his dark smirks. It actually made him look slightly less intimidating, and more innocent. Almost like a normal boy.
"Well, what if I told you I could solve your problem, young miss?"
Miku gasped and looked up at him. "Y-you can? But how?"
His grin grew wider. "Allow me to introduce myself." He swung up his moon white cane and tapped the handle against one of his gloved hands. "I am Dream-Eating Monochrome Baku."
A/N: AND IT STOPS THERE. FOR NOOOOW. *fail attempt at sounding spooky*
I hope you like! I'm trying to stray a little from my usual writing, which is usually long sentences and funny. Darker things are definitely fun to write!
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