A/N: First time writing a Vocaloid fic. Hehe.

Sorry, if it's too short for your tastes but I'm starting this off with a Prologue! (and a semi-long note at the end.) Hopefully, the chapters will be longer.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this fic... :( I'm just a fan who is forced to write about one of her favorite Vocaloid pairing. Huhu.

Prologue: A Dream

He laid down on the ground, body collapsing from exhaustion and from the countless injuries he had endured until now. His body was battered, unable to move a muscle. His soul, left to fade as it counts its remaining time. His blue hair, his blue and white armor, a complete contrast to the red blood that covered and surrounded him.

Blood everywhere… Was it his own?

His eyes scanned the setting that surrounded him. Soldiers, both clad in blue and red, lying in bloody heaps. Flags bearing the emblem of his nation were left tattered and tainted in red.

Red… that woman. The limited amount of blood left in his system boiled at the mere thought of that wretched woman. How dare she break the peace treaty between the kingdoms? It wouldn't matter now though. Not when everything's too late.

He waited, waited for peaceful yet bitter death to take him away as it did his comrades'. He waited for the reaping of his battered and unready soul. Question that will most likely be left unanswered flooded his tired mind. What will be left of his kingdom? Of his people? Will it fall to the hands of the Red Queen? No, he wouldn't let that happen… but then again, it already has. Tears threatened to fall from his eyes. Never in his life has he ever cried, never. He prided himself to be courageous and wise, ready for anything. But the thought of him dying, and his kingdom along with it, was too much to bear… even for the Blue Prince. He was a coward, a weak coward after all. Yet there was nothing left he could do. It was over.

What would the world look like tainted in red?

The world around him blurred as his eyelids began to drop, covering his vision. This was it, his final moments lying down alongside his fallen soldiers.

"I don't want to die." It was selfish, he knew that. But it was the truth. He wanted to avenge his people. He wanted to stop the Red Queen. He didn't want the world to be tainted in red, where the world itself will turn into a battlefield, the Red Queen's playground.

"Please, I don't want to die."

He forced his eyes to open, hearing a voice breaking through the silence. Where could it come from? Wasn't he in the middle of a battlefield?

"I am a dream."

It was angelic and out of place in the middle of this hellish place. Yet it seemed so appropriate with his current condition. He closed his eyes once again, savoring the soothing sound. Maybe, this really was a dream.

"You're a dream."

It was a lullaby, he concluded. A song to comfort him before his impending death.

"Let me take care of you."

The voice was louder, clearer, closer. As if it was right in front of him. It barely surprised him when warm fingers trailed across his ice cold face, wiping away his unshed tears. In fact, he fully welcomed this soothing gesture that made him forget all the pain he was feeling just moments ago. Those fingers felt so alive in contrast to the dead-like coldness of his skin.

"Your fantasy that's almost bursting open."

He tried opening his eyes, wanting to see the angel who owns this comforting voice and this soothing touch. It was funny how he never believed in angels before but as he opened his eyes, he swore he was staring at one. His heart raced despite the blood loss and fatigue.

She was beautiful. The angel had golden blonde waves that framed her rosy face and wonderful sapphire eyes, very much like his own, except hers seemed to twinkle like stars that light up the night. He studied her face, noticing every single detail even with his blurring eyesight. His eyes, lingering on her plump rosy lips that moved with every word she sang. It was only then when he realized how close they truly were. Their lips merely inches apart.

"Leave it to me so it can come true."

His eyes finally couldn't take it anymore as he drifted to what he assumed to be eternal sleep, still hoping that all this was just a dream.

"I am just a dream."

But not before feeling soft lips against his own in a sweet and heartfelt kiss.

"I=fantasy."

A/N: Wow. I got this idea loooong ago when I saw a picture of Kaito and SeeU in pixiv. Instant fave. I was thinking of making this a one-shot but I decided against it. So yeah. I was just wondering if anyone would like to co-write this with me or at least give me any ideas on how to continue this? I have a few ideas I'm still deciding on and... I'm a bit stuck. :)) Hopefully someone will. :( Leave a review or a PM if you're interested. Thanks. ^_^

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