A/N : Cookie Addiction had changed her name to Mozu The Cookie Spirit, please be noted.
Sorry for not updating for a while! I tend to procrastinate a lot! So, this story is for B.A.G.-GOMEZ's contest, and I'm writing it for 3-5 chapters, no extras. Sorry! But I have more work to do!
Plus, this is a song-based fic, not a songfic. OKAY? However, I'm not following the songs entirely. Songs I used is by Honeyworks Productions ; Crybaby Boyfriend, Like Dislike and Beginning's Goodbye.
The pairings will be RinLen at first, just one chappie. . . and then Rin will be an outcast in the other chapters. Wait, don't hate me or flame me out of my evilness. I only hate her voice because she's squeaky when she sings! And there will be LenMiku and MikuoRin at the end. Happy? GTFO RINLEN FANS BTW!
Disclaimer : I had kidnapped the creator, and now I am the new Master. *laugh sinisterly*
The two of us get silent when we are parting
The last feeling we tell each other
See you
"Thanks" "Sorry"
It's all over now, I won't cry…
. . .
The Song For Us
Chapter 1
It wasn't supposed to be like this, she told herself. Things changed. Either to worst or better, she didn't know. She didn't want to know. Of course, her heart wrenched in pain, jealousy; God knows what feelings aside. But. . . in the end – it was her own fault. Her decisions. No, screw that; their decisions had caused the changes.
Two years ago, she moved away to leave a person of beloved. The conclusion was simple, they broke up – with tears and smile – who knows if that was regret or relief. But, for certain, it sure was painful. Both Miku and Len knew that. Despite that, there was still a road to walk on, right? The two had to move on, correct?
Hatsune Miku always had considered that she had moved on. But after two years of coming back to the city that haunts her memories even until today. It sucks. It horrified her when the memories lingered into her mind like a videotape.
But so do Kagamine Len. Yes, he had a girlfriend – much more different than two years ago. Albeit that; a certain teal-haired person sprang back from the back of his mind right away to the flash of his icy eyes. He felt his heart lurched, but he continued his day like anyone norm would.
. . .
Monday went like normal for the tealette; waking up, dressed, breakfast, and go to school. Albeit today turned out to have a little changes in her daily routine. Firstly, she's new girl in town. Next, her cousin – Hatsune Mikuo was going to live in her house starting today. Wondering why? His parents were involved in an accident recently – big truck, drunk driver, wrong side of the road – death. Simple as that, and flew he went to Tokyo, and welcome to her humble abode. Wait, forget that. She moved in recently too. And what's more surprising? Hatsune Mikuo wasn't that sad, emo boy when he arrived in the residence. Probably, because of his parents' issues and step-daddy abuses, I guess.
And so, the youth's slightest change of normalities was just to force him out of bed and go to school with her. Indeed, Miku thought it was an easy job. . . when it turned out to be a hell lots of trouble for her. Therefore, her perfect day was ruined because;
One, her bento was left in the house just because she was late.
Oh, the second one is mentioned up there – late. Haha.
Third, she saw Len.
Len. . .
Fucking ex-boyfriend in front of the gate. Bother that, why must she attend the same school as him?
The two changed glances for a second; Miku's nervous and Len's shocked – and then went back to their usual days. Like nothing had happened. However, to tell the truth; nothing did happen, right?
But Rin, the blonde sixteen-year old who happened to be Len's girl noticed a slight differ in the male's mood. The way he looked really scornful today just noted her something must had occurred. Or something triggered him. The past? Maybe. Linking her arms to Len's, she dared herself questioning, "Is something wrong?"
The other blonde shook his head, and a smile sent to the shorter one. "Nothing, Rin. . .", he patted her, "Thanks for worrying," and kissed her on the cheeks. The sudden actions caused a slight havoc – students whispering out of fangirling or fanboying or stuffs, spreading rumours like wildfire. But a person behind just tended to be quiet and left.
Miku had enough. Her strides fastened as she approached her locker, breathings hitched to the point where she seemed to be panting. The girl stood like statue for a while. Just doing nothing, literally. However, in truth, she was calming her brain – fuck her brain – from exploding. In short, calming her temper. Neither she realized, a minute passed, two minutes passed. . . until she noticed the time was a start of first period. Well, fuck! This must be her fourth unfortunate attempts. And now, Miku was running like a madman. She arrived late as she predicted. Her fucking first day in Yamaha High was ruined. Well, fuck that.
"Um, and you are?", the teacher was a woman with short, brown hair and eyes. For a teacher, she dressed really inappropriate, but Miku didn't want to mention that. She detest detention, after all.
Taking a breathe deeply, she introduced herself, "I'm Hatsune Miku, and I'm a new student –"
"Screw that! You forgot about me!"
Ah, shit. She forgot about her cousin. They both moved in latterly, so he must be a new student too – Arghhh! – whatever. . .
Said sensei doesn't look pleased. The way her eyebrows twitched as they arched had proved she was more than frustrated. Plus, when she clicked her tongue and arms folded. Body language – you ain't need words to express how angry you are.
"Well, well. . . I am not amused regarding of your attitude. . . and your habits of getting late?", she clacked her tongue.
"I. . . I apologize, ma'am. . . I won't do that a-again," sincerely, the girl bowed. Mikuo said nothing. Son of a bitch he is, Miku gritted her teeth out of frustration. Sighing, the teacher beckoned them to go inside.
And fifth unlucky attempts; empty seat was right next to Kagamine Len.
The tealette almost cursed, albeit the words slipped merely under her breathe – inaudibly, I mean – but the blonde was sharp enough to catch it. Dropping her bag and books to their respective place, she settled on her seat. Bluish-green eyes glazed over, to Mikuo's, and then cornered to the person beside her. A scowl began to form on her lips, obviously not pleased.
How irony, she thought. The two were together years ago, and broke up willingly. Then, how did things went awkward? Because Miku just pop out in the worst case scenario? Because Rin shouldn't be with Len? Hell, the two were thinking of each other currently. It's called hypocrisy, but none could help it. . . correct?
The two said nothing in return, but they were glad of the silence surrounding them. However, none of the two could try to stop themselves from sending glances to each other. Icy blue meeting summer green. Somehow. . . there are times when stare could hurt too.
Yet, they continued their battles despite the matter said above.
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Night passed by in silence for Miku. Huddling comfortably by the lump of sheets and pillows and stuffed bunnies and bears and cats, half of them gifted from Len; summer eyes glared at the text shown on the screen of her iPhone5.
Do you have someone that you like?
Typed one year ago, and was never sent. As if, she thought meekly. At first, she was intrigued by typing that. Though, after five seconds passed; she felt like smashing her phone into pieces.
Apparently, the question is not needed any longer. She had her answers, and that's fine. Her index finger quickly pressed 'delete'. Groaning heavily, she stared again at her cellphone. Len's number was still there. Unchanged. But she didn't have the guts to call him. After all, he have. . .
"Ugh! Move on, Miku!", she grumbled, throwing her head towards a pillow. Another sigh was released, for a goddamn thousand time, probably. "I'm tired. . . of this."
The girl then, found herself sleeping with tears streaming down her face.
. . .
Texting had made his eyes teary, visions getting blurred. He may passed out from fatigue any sooner, if not the urge of keep texting would not pull his energy from draining away. Rin is sweet and all, but. . . something was missing in his current love-life.
It wasn't enough.
But Len doesn't know what.
Glancing towards his desk, he groaned lazily. Homework, homework, homework. Shitty homework. And then, something hit him – Hatsune Miku. . .
Ah, oh no. . . Brain is shoving memories again! The blonde almost slapped himself, but he didn't. Well, fortunately he was not a masochist. Instead, Len hauled himself up from the bed of dark blue sheets, and crawled to his desk. Feeling bored, he pulled the chest of drawers, one by one. Until the last one revealed a certain photo that showed two people hugging, laughing sincerely with tears swelling in their eyes, so happy despite them half-crying. . .
Him and Miku.
Together.
The picture reminded him of their last day. . . in a relationship.
It hurts a lot to let go, but it was for both's sake. Otherwise, relationship would turn to worst – so they had to step forward.
They had to.
But deep inside, they don't want to let each others' hands go.
Hate, hate, hate.
Something I know well.
The habit of acting tough. . . I just can't say it, can I?
"Hey Miku!", a certain blonde male beckoned his girlfriend to shuffle closer to him. Apparently, she was dressed beautifully – white cardigan and pink dress – simple and all, but she was perfect.
The tealette headed closer. Cocking her head to the side in confusion, her lips parted to ask, "What is it, Len -!", but the blonde immediately shoved ice cream into her lips. Choking, she stumbled a few paces back.
"What the hell was that fo -?!"
"Aha! You just indirect kissed me, hun~", he cooed, patting the girl's head, fingers sliding through strands of summer-leaf tresses. Len kissed her for real this time, only to send the tealette red-faced.
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Miku was concerned. Damn concerned of her boyfriend. They had agreed to watch Titanic together, but none had expect it to be like this.
Len was crying. Like hell, he was sobbing and whimpering and muttering and hiccupping. Therefore, creating a scene in the cinema. And there was his girlfriend, doing nothing but watched him in sad eyes.
He always had been a crybaby after all.
In the end, neither did she realize a tear rolled from her green eyes. Upon noticing, a smile quirked and she nudged towards the blonde. "Lookie Len, we're crying together! Isn't is sweet?"
Frowns lifted into laughs.
At that moment, that was what matters.
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Len had agreed to stay over her house. Most importantly, not to cry. But here he is, being a jerk. He was sobbing hard, burying his face on the pillow, refused to face his girlfriend. They had played Silent Hill, and fuck, he was scarred – he pissed his pants off.
"Len. . . It's okay. . ."
"Mfmh. . . Mofh Moffkhay. . . (It's not okay)", he mumbled. The tealette stroked the shining gold cascades, enjoying the smooth trails. She leaned down to kiss him, continuing her strokes as it worked on soothing him. "Look Len, I'm crying too! Isn't the game scary? Hey, wanna share pancakes together?"
The word 'pancake' worked. Len lifted his head slowly, blue eyes glazed over green. Instantly, he smiled and sprang forward, only to tackle the tealette. She screamed and struggled and laughed, both of them did. It went for minutes, until they parted, panting heavily. Miku punched Len by his arm, giggling, "You idiot! Next time I won't cheer you up again!"
"Nah, I would go for a kiss. . ."
Miku threw a cushion towards his face, "Kiss that!" And they continued their antics once again.
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"Hey, Miku. . . Don't you think my hair's too long?", Len mused, glaring at his reflection by the mirror. His skin was smooth – like a girl. And the thought of his long hair just make it worst. The only thing that would make him manly was his chiselled jaw, perfectly build. Although, being a romantic person Miku is, she loved every single thing of her man. Meanwhile, the girl just stared at him for a moment, enjoying the sight of his handsome features, and strong body. Her fingers played with her own tresses; seafoam-like waves being tied in pony-style.
The two of them were in Len's room. Miku sat on his desk at ease – not like her boyfriend cared anyway – and Len stood in front of a human-sized mirror. The girl wasn't that excited of seeing his room, like any other girls would, if those girls were in it. Rather, she was relaxed, content. . . that calm demeanor that Len always adore.
"I think it's cool," she mused, her lips curling. Unsatisfied of the answer, Len gave her a scornful look; that kind of expression of a mom when she saw her child broke a vase. The tealette laughed, brushing green locks off her cheeks. "Oh, I got an idea!", her face lightened, "Let me give you a haircut!"
A couple of minutes rushed by, with Miku stumbling here and there, grabbing scissors and hairclips and stuffs. To be truthful, this happened to be her first experience of doing some barber-work. But she was delighted to try. And oh well – Len wouldn't mind if it was her.
Hours passed, and the result was well. . . – leaving a particular girl crying of guilt. It wasn't that bad, Len thought. His golden locks just turned out to have mismatch bangs and side-hair, but the teal-haired was damn furious.
Slender fingers smoothed over baby-soft cheeks, doing his best attempt to soothe her. Said Len as those fingers travelled to her silky hair; "Shhh Miku, it's all right. The haircut's perfect."
"N-n-noooo. . .", she whimpered, tears soaking her pants as she sat with her face buried on knees. "I'm b-bad at it, your hair s-s-suc. . .k. . becauu –", her breathes hitched as nostrils were out of oxygen. The blonde sighed, replied nothing, but continued to pat her. Within minutes, Len heard nothing but soft exhales. He leaned down to check, only to find a sleeping girl. He laughed.
"Silly girl. . ." Leaning his body to the ground, Len lied down just beside her. Both settled down comfortably on the furry, black carpet – made out of bear's fur, they said – and he too shared a slumber with Miku, whilst arms curled around the tealette's slender waist.
Shuffling closer, he breathed out, "I love you," close to her ears, though he knew it was inaudible to the girl. For now.
But words doesn't matter when it comes to the two of them.
BAM!
Len fell headfirst; cheeks meeting the floorboards with a loud thud. He groaned, left hand brought up to the top his head to massage it. The blonde reminisced his dreams, scanning them like pictures in his brain.
Oh God, why the hell must you send me those terrible dreams, he mentally snarled.
Icy blue eyes reverted to the desk, the picture of two stared at him like ghosts. A scowl touched his lips, and he regrettably huffed – a particular teal-haired girl was forming at the back of his mind.
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Meanwhile, the said person was having a mess in her bedroom. Pillows and duvet was discarded to the floorboards. Sheets were a crumpling mess beneath her. Green locks tousled in disarray directions, and Miku panted hardly.
"Why is. . . Why am I. . .?", her words jumbled similarly to her thoughts. She wasn't exactly thinking straight. Not when a videotape of past realm was played in her dreams – no, no, no, no! She didn't want to think about that now. Miku must forget; but. . .
The dreams. Herself. Len.
They looked so happy together. Used to be, however. B-b-but why must she be thinking about that now?
Why?
Torn.
A melody spills forth, that same old song,
Time.
Having to recount those same moments far too much,
Forgetting is hard,
That sound of you. . .
Seems to have come flooding back once more.
He have to do this, he breathed. The blonde tilted his body, his head facing underneath his bed. Hands then, pulled out a little sachet – not that little, but it's not big too – and pulled out a stuff bear inside. The ears were whimsical – as it was replaced with hearts. And the colour was a soft pale cream.
Placing the stuffed toy right close to his nostrils, he gave a hard sniff.
"It smells. . . just like her."
And for the first of two years, a genuine smile curled, and he grinned just oh-so-happily.
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Ah, Miku was having a dilemma. Those summer-green pools were lidded with waters for now. She can't find it – that panda thingy. It was a. . . – it was a remarkable gift. The most important thing she treasured at this moment.
Upon her quick, haste paces; she tripped on her suitcase. With more curses or so, an idea lit up her head – and she checked the case. Right underneath, laid a sachet. The teal-haired teen almost screamed of joy; if not for the time blared in her alarm clock was 2:45 a.m. Fingers slid over the smooth, diaphanous material and pulled a soft plush panda – average size to fit in a 9.5 inches bag – and have black hearts replacing their ears. She remembered another similar plush, but someone occasionally owned it. Oh, not like she cared. The sixteen-year old hugged the so-called gift, squirming and shivering in pure excitement and relieve.
Almost in hurry, she kissed the panda, smelling the odour of a certain familiar. Miku chuckled in delight, and swiftly, she hauled herself up and headed to bed once again.
For now, the two didn't mind of having those dreams again. Just as long as they won't admit to anyone. Or most importantly. . . to each other.
The movies we saw together,
The pancakes we shared,
Those carefree memories poked and poked at the balloon that is my heart,
Cloudy, with a chance of tears. . .
So basically, this story is simply about entwining them back together again.
Simple, isn't it?
Or well. . . dear friends. . . how about we see the results first?
END OF CHAPTER
Cookie-chan : Hm, I'm making this short. Heheheh. Three chapters, is it a deal? Anyway, who cried watching the PV of Beginning's Goodbye! I hate Rin for intervening, but then again, it isn't her fault. Though, I do really hate her for sure. :/ Natural instinct, I guess.
Len : No, real shit, man. This girl hates my sister because of the fans only.
Cookie-chan : *On the way of clicking delete on Rin's program* You wanna be alone, Len? *evil grin*
Len : Oh motherfucker, she's being nuts!? Miku, do the thing please! *jumps towards Cookie-chan* I WON'T LET YOU KILL MAH SISTAHHH!
Cookie-chan : MWAHAHAHAHA! COME AND GET IT, COME AND GET IT, NANANANA~!
Miku : Errhhh. . . Review please? Just please. . . Ignore this two. (-_-)