AruuYuda-1601: Yay! My another LenxMiku oneshot! Based on Miku's song, "Eight Hundred".
I hope you'll like it! :D
(Len's Point of View)
And here I was, sitting on my chair, writing an entry in my diary. I had my fist under my chin, and my pen was on my right hand.
Yes, I have a diary, so that I have someone to 'talk' to. So that I have someone to tell my emotions and feelings to.
And all I said in my diary was the truth. Everything I would say was the truth.
Sugar is salty.
Salt is sweet.
All people on earth is kind and generous.
Rabbits live on the moon.
All dreams come true.
I hate my neighbor who always tells me that I'm cute.
She is ugly.
She has unnatural and ugly teal hair and teal eyes.
She has the ugliest smile.
She is the grouchiest person I've ever met.
Miku Hatsune, I hate her.
She's alive, and I hate her existence. Her very existence, name and appearance.
Everything about her is what I hate.
I dropped my pen, stood up, and stretched my body. I felt like rubber not stretched for thousands of years. I walked towards the clear window and looked at Miku Hatsune's house. Her room, exactly. I narrowed my eyes at her light-blue room.
She was there, roaming around with a book in her hand. Her ugly teal hair was braided into two pigtails, and she wore a pair of red reading glasses.
I sighed, and I mentally screamed, "I hate her. I hate her. I hate her. I really hate her."
I walked towards my bed and I lay down on it. I hugged my pillow.
I hate her voice.
I hate how she dresses up.
That's what I thought.
(Five Days Later)
I woke up, only to see the sun shining brightly. The sky was blue.
Her house is ugly.
I groaned and stood up. As I did so, my sister came into my room.
"Len. Let's go."
"Where?"
"You know where. The cemetery. It's h-"
I sighed. "I know, I know. I'm coming," I interrupted. With that, she quietly left my room.
I got up and looked again past the window. There she was again, waving her wrinkled, dry hands at me. I gritted my teeth.
I prepared to dress up in white. White shirt, pants, shoes, everything. I got downstairs and saw my parents and my sister prepared to go. They handed me a bouquet of white roses.
"Let's go," my mother softly said. I nodded slowly.
(Cemetery, A Certain Tombstone)
I admit.
Everything I said was a lie. A very unacceptable and sad lie.
Sugar is not salty; it's sweet. Same as salt. It's not sweet; it's salty. It's obvious.
Not all people on this planet is kind and generous.
Rabbits don't live on the moon. It's obviously a lie.
Not all dreams come true. Face it. It's harsh reality.
I dropped down my knees in front of the tombstone, crying hard. My sister came to soothe me. I couldn't take it.
"R-Rin... Please, just leave me alone?" I said, sobbing.
"Right... As you wish," she warmly smiled and got up.
You see, all I said was a lie. I couldn't take it.
I really loved how you told me I was cute...
You are pretty. Heck, the prettiest girl in the world...
You have the most beautiful hair and eyes...
You have the nicest smile in the whole universe...
You are the kindest person who lived... The most generous person I've ever met...
Miku Hatsune, I liked and loved you...
You are no longer alive, and I hated how you died. I hated why your existence didn't linger in this world...
Everything about you is what I loved, except for the fact that you disappeared from this world.
What I said about her roaming in her room was just a lie. An imagination.
What I said to myself was true. I hated her. I hated her disappearance.
I loved how you dressed up...
Above all... I loved your voice, which was music to everybody's ears.
When I woke up, there was no shining sun and the sky was dark. In fact, it was raining a little.
I lied when I said that your house is ugly.
I cried further, tears dropping down my pale cheeks, dropping down on your tombstone.
I tried hard to forget how you died by telling lies. Telling lies, that's how.
But telling lies made my heart heavier.
I really couldn't take it.
You shouldn't have died, Miku... If only you didn't cross the street when a truck was running fast...
If only you didn't, I wouldn't have told lies all the time.
I dropped the bouquet of white roses on the tombstone and stood up, wiping my tears away with my sleeves.
I read the tombstone...
Miku Hatsune, b.1996 d.2015
A kind, generous, beautiful girl
Everyone will miss you...
It's not a lie, Miku... Everyone misses you.
Even me, who told lies in the past.
I'm not lying this time, and in the future.
I reflected on what I did for the past five years since you died.
I didn't visit your grave for years, because I couldn't accept the fact that you died.
I thought I told eight-hundred or more lies for the past five years.
And it was heart-breaking, seeing myself that I was lying.
I glanced one more time at your grave and said goodbye.
AruuYuda-1601: * sniff * Was it sad? Come on, tell me! Review, please! And thanks for reading!