World Domination How-To
Disclaimer: I do not own Vocaloid
AN: Me know that the boy is Tsuji and the girl is Azuma but let me write from Rin and Len's perspective
Chapter 1|Trains and a Blackboard
There was silence.
Short, cropped yellow hair lay solid against the neck of a girl, almost defying logic by remaining stationary since the window was open and the curtains flapped wildly, as if imitating the leaves of the trees outside. She placed a pale, white chalk on the blackboard, formed a dot, and removed it again. The blackboard expanded twice her arm length. She had plenty of room to write, plenty of room to vandalise; yet, she didn't know just what to do exactly. She had an image in her head, words in her mind, but, her fingers had yet to move.
She wanted to express just how much she hated this world. She wanted to show how lonely she was. She wanted to tell the whole world, just what a bitch it was. If she were to one day suddenly leave behind everything, she would curse this stupid universe even in her next life. "I'm pretty sure no one would even notice that I'm gone." She whispered to herself, feeling the wind brush up against her as if agreeing. Her voice, her soft, tiny voice, would be heard by no one. After all, she wasn't even as small as a speck of dust compared to everyone else, hell, even the starving children from other countries get to be on television.
She was losing hope. In fact, she lost the will to live. There was surely no one, no one who felt as broken as her at this moment. She was sad, angry, jealous, and in turmoil. Her emotions pulled her down faster than any drowning man trying to live by killing the girl that tried to save him. She grinded her teeth. She balled her fists. She pressed down on the ground. She wanted to, so badly, claw at her throat at that very moment. At last, the words she thought she'd never speak flowed out of her own mouth with her own voice.
"I want to die."
He could feel it, he could hear it. The ground rumbling, the loud chatter dying down, the push of shoulders against his as people made their way to the edge of the platform. A large, incidental grin spread on his mouth. He had no control over it whatsoever so he pulled his scarf over his nose to avoid people thinking the wrong things about him.
A train was approaching.
He had no idea why, but he loved feeling trains fly past him. The way it rumbled forwards, the way the windows turned into blurred rectangles, the way he couldn't see the faces of the passengers on board. It made him feel superior, as if everyone wasn't important enough to have faces unlike him. An approaching train felt like an incoming earthquake that erased everything insignificant to him. It removed bad memories and experiences for him. He owed everything to the trains.
There was a loud whistle and the doors of the train closed with a satisfying swish. Slowly, the train departed. At first, Len was wondering when it was going to speed up. But, fortunately, fate was on his side and as soon as the though fled his mind, the train was at full speed. A chuckle escaped his lips and his eyes surveyed the exciting scene. His scarf whipped to the side, his ponytail flapped the opposite direction, the rails clicked, the wind was starting to build up, and he could no longer see the faces of the passengers that boarded.
The end of the train reached his view, and everything wilted. Even the sun fled behind a cloud. Len glanced around him. That was the last of them. He was alone, by himself, the only human left. He didn't feel alone, not at all. Not like those stupid protagonists in soap operas. He couldn't stop that one smile, not again.
"One more train." he said to himself, his voice like a thorn cutting through the silence.
AN: I hope you enjoy. I will write more in the next chapter, I promise. This was something like a prologue.
