Miran: Ah, a oneshot collection. I just figured I should make one because I write way too many oneshots nowadays.
By the way, Kiran can write in this if she wants to. Just to make that clear.
Anyway, here's the first oneshot, based on something I saw on Tumblr. And here's to one of my favorite pairings.
Disclaimer: Yes, I want to own Vocaloid. Do I? No.
I smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, Len," I said nervously, fidgeting. After all, I kind of rammed his car into what may have been a telephone pole. So, yeah, I messed up his brand new car. His brand spanking new car.
And so I presented his maimed car to him, biting my lip. His bangs were covering his eyes, all creepy/dramatic anime-like! He was gonna yell at me, I was sure.
Oh no, oh no… Please, please, please don't yell at me…
I squeezed my eyes shut. Those harsh words were just starting to form…
Len laughed.
Wait, what?
But he did! He gave me a soft smile and kissed my forehead. "I'm glad you're okay."
I hugged him tight. What a sweetheart! He even forgave me for this…
"Come on, Len!" I towed him across the sand, grinning. The ocean looked really pretty. The water was blue and sparkly and the sun was shining bright. There were only a few gray clouds. It was the perfect day to go to the beach.
Len looked up at the sky. "I don't know. I heard it was going to rain today."
"Oh, please! It's so sunny! And there aren't that many clouds! There's no way it can rain." Really. Aside from the occasional light clouds, there were absolutely none. Why didn't he notice that?
We splashed around in the water for a while. I mean, what else do you do at a beach? I really was quite a bit of fun.
Until it started raining.
I hadn't brought at umbrella. Of course. I thought it would be sunny all day! You know what happened then? Obviously, we got wet. Incredibly wet. And it was pretty cold. Hell, I was freezing my ass off. Apparently, Len felt the same way because he looked unhappy. I was sure he'd say, "I told you so."
But he didn't. He sighed and started to lead me back home. "It's okay. Watch the weather reports next time."
We were being stared at. Or rather, he was being stared at.
I should've told him! I scolded myself. I forgot to tell him it's a formal dance! It's all my fault!
I arrived in a cute orange-white dress, you know, for summer. Len arrived in blue jeans. He must've been humiliated. Still, he didn't complain at all.
After the dance, we didn't speak.
He must be so angry! There's no way he'll want to keep dating me!
Len must've seen my distressed expression. He laughed that sweet, quiet laugh of his and grabbed my hand, squeezing it lightly. "I had fun. What about you?"
I sat on the couch beside Len, eating some ice cream. It was orange sherbet for me. Len had wanted a banana split. I gave it to him, of course!
We were very cute newlyweds, don't you think?
I ate my ice cream rather sloppily, but I enjoyed every bite. Except for the much-more-than-a-spoonful that I dropped. On Len.
It made a huge mess because it was orange sherbet, which melts fairly quickly, and because he was wearing a white shirt.
I expected him to hit me. I'd hit him if he ruined one of my shirts with his banana split. But he didn't.
He ruffled my hair like always and smiled at me. After he'd changed shirts, he told me, "Be more careful next time."
"Mama, what're you doing?" my daughter asked. Ah, cute five-year-old Neru… I was proud to call that little girl mine.
I was looking at family photos. I was waiting for my soldier to come home from Iraq. I was smiling at not-so-distant memories. I said simply, "I'm thinking."
Neru pointed at Len in the picture. "That's daddy when we went to the park." Oh, my cute, smart baby…
I smiled. "You're right." I started going through the pantry. "Now what does Neru want for lunch?"
"I want a lollipop! And chocolate! And maybe I'll have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich too!"
"A sandwich it is."
"Aw! But Mama!"
"Okay, she was cute, but I wasn't about to feed her candy for lunch.
There was a knock at the door. I said, "I'll make your sandwich as soon as I'm done with this, okay?"
I got the door, yes. There was a stranger standing in front of me, but I knew that kind of uniform. I asked, "Is Len going to be back soon? I got a letter saying he'd be back soon."
The man refused to meet my eyes. "Mrs. Kagamine, I'm very sorry. He isn't coming back."
Miran: I look at this and wonder, What the hell did I write? That was pretty freaking awful. I'll try to do better next time, I promise.
Seriously. I started a oneshot collection with something like this. I'm ashamed.
Please review. Pretty please. I'll love you if you do. I love you anyway though. Still. I like reviews. I even like flames, damn it. Please?