Acid's Note-
Warning- This is AU as fuck.
This is based on the VOCALOID songs "囚人" ("Prisoner) and "紙飛行機" ("Paper Plane") by Shūjin-P ft. Len/Rin Kagamine. Google all of this stuff yourself because if I just explain it now, you'll just get bored and not even bother to read the fic. Besides, you don't really need to know all that technical crap to read the story. It's just the inspiration.
There's a war going on between the coyotes and roadrunners. What caused the war and who wins is never mentioned because the main characters don't care. And if the main characters don't care, then neither should the reader (that's you).
TechRev is probably my OTP for Loonatics but I'm not completely sure yet (I also really like AceTech). Yeah, this is yaoi/slash, but nothing sexual happens.
Like I said at the end of my previous and first ever fic, "THE BEST DAMN TMNT FANFIC EVAH" (which was a trollfic, btw), most of my material is going to be serious stuff. And this is the first of many. Also, I consider this my first fic (the trollfic doesn't count). So be kind please. :(
This is my first Songfic so if I do something wrong, please let me know.
I'm not copying the lyrics of either song into the fic because I'm a coward who's more afraid getting accused of plagiarism than the devil itself (there's a long story behind this…). The lyrics will heavily influence the dialogue and events, but I'm not going to blatantly put them in the story. I doubt Shūjin-P copyrighted the lyrics, but I'm not taking any chances. Besides, I'm too pretty for prison. If you wanna hear the songs, just search "kagamine len prisoner" and "kagamine rin paper plane" on YouTube.
I want to explain what happens in the songs but that'll just spoil the fic. If you're really curious, just look them up first and then read this.
Enjoy, y'all
PRISONER
Tech E. Coyote fell to his knees.
The heat of the setting sun amplified his agony to much higher degree. He had spent the whole day, like all the previous days, doing manual labor. His limbs immensely ached, as though they were about to fall right off. Streaks of sweat dampened his coco colored fur as drying blood encrusted it.
His parents were shipped to a separate camp and he was probably never going to see them again, so he was alone here. Sure, he was surrounded by other coyotes who were suffering just as much as he was, but he didn't know any of them. At the tender age of nineteen, he was the youngest prisoner here, as well as the smallest. He was too intimidated to interact with the much bigger, older guys. They didn't seem like they wanted to know him either. Not a single soul in this camp, whether they were a coyote prisoner or roadrunner soldier, gave a damn about him. Here, he wasn't Tech E. Coyote. He was nothing more than Prisoner #420.
And so here he was, staring up at the sunset, completely alone. There were no sounds, aside from his exhausted panting.
Then he saw him.
A young roadrunner, about Tech's age, was standing at the other side of the barricade. He was wearing a white button down shirt and black dress pants. The wind of the outside world blew through his purple feathers, as though it was caressing him. He didn't seem to be doing anything, aside from just taking in the scenery. He was so clean looking, so unlike anything that would be seen here.
The coyote stared at him with fascination. Even when the roadrunner caught his attention and began to stare back at him, he couldn't tear his eyes off of him. He felt utter adoration for this majestic creature. For a moment, he almost forgot that they were enemies, in war and in nature.
The roadrunner suddenly smiled and waved at him.
The coyote's eyes widened. He smiled and waved back. It didn't last long though. From the other side, the prisoners were all called back to the inside of the gray building for the night. The coyote hesitantly ran over there, leaving the roadrunner behind.
~XXX~
The avian appeared again the next day.
Again, the two exchanged the same friendly smile and wave. But Tech wanted more than that. Unfortunately, there was no way for them to properly communicate. The barricades of the camp were built with specially made plasma. Not only could it give a clear image what was on the other side and shock anyone who came into contact with it, it also blocked out all sound from the other side. So they couldn't talk to each other.
But there had to be a way. There had to be a way to get some kind of message to him, a message that could make it over the other side of the plasma barricade.
Then he got an idea.
~XXX~
Again, the young roadrunner appeared.
Tech was holding a letter in his hand, which he folded into a paper plane. The roadrunner seemed to have noticed it immediately and appeared to be confused by it.
Without a second thought, Tech tossed it to the other side of the barricade. The little plane swiftly glided into the baffled roadrunner's open palm. The coyote eagerly watched him unfold and read over the letter. He hadn't written very much, it was just as simple hello.
The roadrunner smiled, seeming very appreciative of the letter. The next day, he had one of his own, with a rather similar message written on it. Before long, they had their own way to communicate with each other, without the stupid barricade getting in their way.
They continued sending paper planes back and forth to each other for the next few weeks. And at last, Tech felt as though he had a reason to look forward to tomorrow. That roadrunner had brought onto a shining ray of happiness that he never thought could reach such a miserable place. Finally, he had a reason to smile.
With him, he wasn't just Prisoner #420. He was a real person. Finally, since his imprisonment, someone cared about him. And Tech cared for the roadrunner.
Soon enough, he stopped caring for him…and started to love him.
With each passing day, he grew to love him more and more. All he wanted was to break through those goddamn barricades and run to the roadrunner; to embrace him, to kiss him.
And so Tech decided to express that it one of his letters. He didn't go into much detail; he was aware of the all too high possibility of the bird not returning those feelings. Rather than going into the full extent of his feelings for him, he just wrote three simple words- "I love you."
The roadrunner stared at that letter for a good long while. It made Tech nervous; was he going to be rejected?
Then the roadrunner smiled. He tossed his own plane.
Tech caught it and unfolded it. His eyes widened at what it said; he wasn't expecting this at all. On that paper, written in some of the most beautiful handwriting he had ever seen, were three simple words- "I love you."
The coyote and roadrunner looked at each other through the plasma barricade. They smiled lovingly at each other. So the feeling was mutual. Without thinking, they both but their hands up to the barricade, lining them up perfectly.
Zap!
They felt the shock go though their bodies. They both winced in pain and took a step back. They looked at each other again and laughed at each other's impulsiveness. Although Tech couldn't hear the roadrunner's laughter, he was still happy to share this moment with him.
~XXX~
For months afterwards, the coyote and roadrunner wrote love letters to each other and sent them as paper planes. The roadrunner didn't visit every single day, but he still came by often. Sometimes in the morning before the labor started, sometimes in the late afternoons when it was over. Tech took extra good care of each letter the avian sent to him. He would refold them back into paper planes and hold them close in his sleep. They were his only comfort here.
Despite all the time that had passed, however, they still didn't know each other's name. At one point, Tech tried to ask the roadrunner in one of his letters. But the roadrunner simply wrote back, "When this stupid war ends, we'll tell each other our names." Wanting to make his lover happy, he reluctantly agreed. It felt weird, being in love with someone whose name you don't know. But seeing him everyday and reading his letters satisfied him enough to make that matter unimportant.
Besides, the war would be over soon.
The roadrunner made that clear to him in the most recent letters. And once the war ends, the prisoners would be freed, and then at last the two could meet and finally learn each other's name. They didn't care who won the war at this point, they just wanted to finally be able to speak to each other in person, hear each other's voice, feel each other's embrace.
Tech excitedly waited for the day of freedom.
Unbeknownst to him, that day wouldn't be coming.
~XXX~
For three weeks in a row, the roadrunner didn't come. Not in the morning, not in the afternoon. This made Tech nervous. What was keeping him? The bird couldn't have gotten tired of visiting him, could he? The coyote prayed everyday for the roadrunner's return.
Then, one afternoon, he did show up, with a paper plane in his hand. Tech couldn't have been happier to see him. But then he saw the roadrunner's sad eyes and uneasy smile. The canine didn't understand why at first. But then he read the letter, and it all made sense.
"I have to leave. My pa's making me go somewhere far away.
I'm sorry. I just found out today.
I love you. Good bye."
It didn't say how long he was going to be gone. But considering the fact it was worth writing about it, he must be going to be gone for a very long time. Tech could feel a lump forming in his throat as tears began to accumulate in his eyes. He put up his hand to tell the roadrunner to wait. As quickly as he could, he wrote and folded a response. He ran back to the bird and tossed the letter to him. He anxiously watched him unfold and read it-
"I'll wait for you until you come back.
I'll take good care of all your letters.
Let me know when I can see you again, okay?"
For about a minute, the avian just stood still as he held and read over the letter. Tech only stared, waiting for some kind of reaction.
The roadrunner didn't even look back at him. He quickly turned away and ran from the camp, as fast as he could it seemed.
Tech's heart shattered. He fell to his knees, just as he did the first day the roadrunner appeared, and cried. He cried the hardest and longest he ever had in his entire life. His tears landed on the farewell letter and smudged the ink. He had been in pure agony in this camp for the entire time, but what he was feeling right now was even worse than all of the pain he had been feeling combined. The single shine of hope that was always there for him had vanished almost instantly.
He held the letter close to his chest and shakily whispered, "Why…?"
~XXX~
A few nights had passed since the day the roadrunner left. Tech was left alone, with only his memories and the paper planes to keep him company. He missed his nameless lover so much, every day that passed felt worse than his life before the visits. He held a paper plane in his hand, letting the memories flood back to him.
"What's-this?" someone said.
Tech knew the voice. It was one of the roadrunner generals. He hated the sound of his voice, how fast he spoke. Almost everything he said came out sounding like a giant run-on sentence. He understood most roadrunners have this speech pattern (his lover probably did this, too), but that didn't make this particular bastard any more tolerable.
"Nothing, sir." Tech said, agitated.
"Let's-see-about-that." the general said, snatching the paper plane away from the coyote.
"No, wait!" the coyote cried out, trying get it back. But some roadrunner soldiers held him back.
The general read over the letter and ripped it apart right in front of the young, heartbroken coyote. The solider laughed mockingly.
Something snapped in Tech at that moment. He hated what he was seeing. Without even thinking, he screamed like a banshee and broke free from the soldiers' grip. He balled his hand into a fist and punched the general in the beak, knocking him to the ground.
"The-Hell's-wrong-with-you?!" a soldier speedily snapped as he grabbed a hold of the coyote, who was now kicking and screaming like a spoiled child would.
The general was quiet for a moment, seeming as though he was taking this all in. And then he finally said, "Take-this-one-to-the- chamber."
The two soldiers looked at the general. "Huh?"
"Take-him-to-the-chamber. I-want-this-one-dead."
"B-But sir," a soldier stammered, "this-is-a-pretty-minor-offence-and-it-isn't-worth-killing…"
"I-gave-you-an-order!" the general yelled furiously.
Following their orders, the soldiers reluctantly tossed the coyote into a dark chamber. It was filled with a poisonous gas that could kill within minutes. The soldiers shut the chamber as soon as the coyote was inside. There'd be no escape for him now.
"NO!" Tech yelled, banging his fist on the hard wall of the chamber. He had to get out of here. He didn't want to die yet. He would have gratefully accepted this if it happened a few months previously, but that roadrunner changed that for him. That avian with the dark purple feathers and innocent smile was the one thing that encouraged the coyote to have the will to keep living. But the roadrunner was taken away from him, and now he was left here to die. Even as the gas in the room was slowly strangling him, he continued to bang his fists and scratch at the wall of the room, sobbing the entire time.
This camp was like a field of nothing but weeds. And right beyond those weeds was a beautifully blooming flower. One weed would try to reach that flower, just to caress its lovely petals. But somebody picked that flower and took it away before the little weed could make it. And somebody else stepped on that weed, crushing it.
Tech's chest was hurting like Hell and he could barely breathe. He knew death was approaching. This was the last moment. He accepted it. He accepted that he would never be able to hear the roadrunner's voice, caress his feathers, or be held in his embrace. He knew all of those things were impossible.
However, overall else, there was one thing he absolutely needed. There was one thing he couldn't do, and he refused to accept that. There was no way for him to do it now, but there was nothing else left for him to desire.
With his dying breath, he shakily said his last words- his last prayer. "Please, God. All I ask is to know his na…me…"
The young coyote fell to the concrete floor as his final breath escaped his lungs.
Acid's Note-
Aww…Poor Tech. ;A;
The saddest part is that it gets worse from here.
-Acid
