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This is my first time writing a Vocaloid fic! Please be kind to me!
DISCLAIMER: ah, you know. The usual. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING? Except for some of their merchandises~ :3
GO VOCALOID!
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Chapter 1: The First Meeting
It was pouring heavily.
The young boy sat alone on a bench in the park, his clothes sticking onto his slim frame as he hunched over, and fingers intertwining with each other. He peeked through his dripping blonde hair, apathetically gazing at the running people as they sought shelter, despite already being drenched.
A tall figure shielded his vision. As the boy looked up, his azure orbs met the figure's deep, imperial purple ones. The boy's eyes then trailed to the older man's striking violet hair, taking note of the chiseled features of the stranger as his long strands of hair slithers down his high cheeks and sharp chin, framing his face in an enchanting manner. The boy's lips began to part slightly, as if thirsting for some…
"Are you okay?" A deep voice resonated in his ears, snapping the boy out of his thoughts.
Biting his lips, he nodded his head vigorously as he faced the floor, hiding the tiny blush that was creeping up his cheeks.
"Hmm alright then, try not to get a cold, yeah?" The older man slid a plastic bag into the boy's hand, before walking away. He pried open the bag. An umbrella and a towel…? Why?
The boy stood to chase after the man, who was about to disappear from his sight.
"Hey! Wait! At least give me your name!" He chased the man, whose pace seems to be much faster due to his longer legs. He didn't turn around.
"Hey!" The boy caught up with him, grabbing the man's shirt. The two stood there momentarily as he tried to catch his breath.
A large, warm hand gently ruffled the boy's hair, as it proceeded slowly to trace the sides of his face and slender fingers tenderly caressed his rosy cheeks.
"Gakupo." The man answered. He took hold of the younger boy's hand and lifted it up, placing his lips on quivering fingers.
"Ahh..." The boy's face was flushed red as he froze in place, stunned by the gentlemen's gesture. Gakupo placed the boy's hand down, and turned to walk away once again.
By the time the boy came back to his senses, the man was gone. Sighing, he looked into the bag again, deciding to make full use of the given items.
As he opened the umbrella – which is to say, rather tacky-looking due to the banana prints, but that was exactly why he liked it anyway – Len walked off in the opposite direction, using the yellow towel to at least dry his head.
It was strange how the items Gakupo gave him consisted of his favourite colour and fruit…
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Ahaha, done!
Just a very short chapter to start off this fanfic.
Review? –flashes a very wide smile-
It'd be greatly appreciated~