I....have been slacking so much on fanfiction lately v_v; This is an old project that I found lurking in the depths of my documents folder, originally written for an English project :P I had no idea what to write, and (since I was going through a Vocaloid phase at the time) I decided to turn Regret Message into a written story. I didn't write any names, since practically no one in my school cares about stuff like this ._. but teach really loved it, so I thought "Well why not upload it to FF?"
Thus, I bring to you the written story of Message of Regret (Rin Kagamine, Vocaloid).
The sun beamed and cotton puffs of white skimmed slowly across the sky. On the edge of a small port, a yellow-haired girl (so yellow, in fact, that the only available explanation for its color was that she was not from the area) stood alone, wearing a peach-colored sun dress. In her hands she held a bottle, shining and glinting in the sun. Tucked inside the clear glass was a rolled-up scrap of yellowed paper.
Delicacies commoners could only dream of, servants there to wait upon her every wish, the grandeur of having the finest palace as her living quarters…she had had all of those, and more. And yet, they still seemed so trivial compared to what she really missed. The girl sighed, fidgeting with the bottle as she watched the water lap at the shore.
A boy in a white shirt—his own hair equally yellow enough to be her brother—came up behind her, looking at the bottle.
"What's that?" he asked curiously. The wind blew warm ocean air into their hair, and the girl's dress billowed gently.
"It's a wish." She turned to force a smile at him. "We'll throw it into the sea, and if it doesn't break on its journey…then someday it might come true."
"Do you really believe that old story?"
The girl only smiled again (it looked sadder this time) and carefully tossed the bottle into the water, watching as the waves sloshed around it. The boy too, sat down with her, and together they gazed at the bottle as the ocean carried it off, steadily, slowly, fading off into the horizon.
The moon hung fat and full in the sky and stars winked and spun and glowed, their reflections dancing in the water. Below, a gleaming glass bottle with a piece of rolled-up parchment inside bobbed once before sinking quietly beneath the dark waves.