LEN – zero
"I am a caged bird."
My prison was a peaceful one.
It consisted of silk and lace, of golden banners flapping in the wind, of lords and ladies smiling and bowing as they passed, of soft hands helping me dress of the morning, and of those same soft hand helping me prepare for the long, cold nights. I woke to the smiling face of my butler each morning – a fine young man by the name of Kaito, whose eyes were pools of glittering ocean water and rough blue hair that was never tidy, but never quite messy either – and strode out into a world of finery and luxury.
It was all a farce, though.
I could see the bars, even if Master Luki insisted my suspicions were groundless. I saw them each morning as Kaito relieved me of my night dress, as I turned my head and ran my fingers through my long golden hair; I saw the windows, displaying to me a world of rolling green hills and white houses with roofs of yellow and black and grey and smallfolk squealing and laughing and chatting and converging through tight city streets and a sky so blue it hurt to look at and streaks of white cloud drifting lazily across my mother's small kingdom.
A world I could not touch, nor see clearly due to the black spears of iron that ran down the window's length. They were bars, equally spaced, each as immovable as the next. Five in total.
Five whimsical pieces of metal.
But it wasn't just the iron that bound me.
The King's Guard were not my protectors; they were my jailers. They were all tall and strong men, wrapped in golden cloaks and crimson armour, with the twin roses of my house blooming upon their breasts. Armed with lances as tall as them and swords of silver metal that glimmered like captured moonlight and whips that could tear a man in two, I had no hope of escaping their watchful gaze.
Bars and jailers.
But it didn't end there.
My own body betrayed me.
It was so weak, my body. Small and weak and delicate and soft. My skin was milk white and so easily bruised it wasn't funny; a gentle shove, and gruesome black bruises stained my skin, throbbing and pulsing in time with the beating of my heart. My hair was thick and soft as silk and the colour of molten gold, with streaks of amber and orange and pink and red when the light twisted and bent and split. My eyes were huge and blue and inhumanly bright. And then...the shaking. The periods of darkness, where my mind went blank and I vanished, but my body remained in the world and my limbs flailed uncontrollably and my body jerked and lurched and shuddered.
Seizures, Master Luki called them. Caused my some sort of imbalance within my body.
These violent seizures were my chains.
Bars, jailers and chains, and then the Lycila Royal Palace.
My beautiful prison.
Hello. This is a new story I want to write. Its yaoi (homosexual love between two men), though, so if you don't like it, you'd best avoid this.
Its based on the AWESOME song, "Floating Love, Moon Flower", sung by Kagamine Len and Megurine Luka. Its originally Luka x Len, but this will be PIKO x Len, because I love the pairing...and not enough stuff is written for them! ;_; Piko needs more love! He's a great vocaloid!
This is a short chapter I wrote about Len's feelings of being trapped and helpless. If I get some good feed back, I'll continue :D
I apologize for any grammar mistakes.
- ravenbynight