((WELP I HAD AN IDEA, EVERYONE TAKE COVER
So lately I had this idea about a not-often-seen kind of yandere. Yanderes are usually portrayed as menacing, or trigger-happy/gleefully ax-crazy, or generally taking pleasure in their insanity especially during kills. I'm not saying my idea is original, but I thought, "what about a yandere who is depressed and guilty and sorrowful through their whole spiral? like they feel powerless against their obsession and hate the fact that they kill, though they put their loved one above that guilt anyway?"
Something like that.
Anyway, I felt that Miku worked better with that characterization, and I like YuuMiku, so I'm going to attempt to write a serial yandere Miku fic that is also partly inspired by the song "Yubikiri" (or "Pinky Promise").
Anyway, enough explanation. On with the prologue.
Miku belongs to Crypton, yadda yadda yadda. Yuuma belongs to Yamaha, yadda yadda yadda. Ritsu belongs to Vipper, yadda yadda yadda. Enjoy.))
The sky was vast and blue that day, with nary a cloud to interrupt its beauty. The meadow grass was lush and green as it swayed to the gentle rhythm of the wind. The air was cool as the sun was warm and golden. It was a perfect spring day to sit outside and play.
How Miku wished she could enjoy it.
Miku slammed onto the ground with a cry, hugging her legs to her chest as she whimpered. She looked up at her tormentor fearfully. "Stop! I just wanted to play ball with you!" she cried.
"Why would we let a weakling like you play with us?" the redheaded girl growled in return. "You're like a bug! A fly! Easy to crush!" The bully kicked her and Miku continued to cower. "Actually, you're so tiny, you remind me more of a gnat! A stupid gnat!"
"Stop, please!" Miku yelled. She curled into herself more to shield her face from the girl's kicks. "Just let me go home! I won't bother you again!"
"I'm gonna make sure of that, ya stupid gnat-girl…" The bully stepped towards her and grabbed her collar, forcing Miku to face her. She pulled back a fist, and Miku closed her eyes…
"STOP!"
Both the bully and Miku looked up in surprise.
It was a boy. A boy with dusty pink hair and sharp lime eyes, which pierced into the bully's purple ones. The bully's hand lowered and Miku trembled, unable to distinguish friend from foe.
The boy stepped towards them both. "Let her go, Ritsu."
Ritsu narrowed her eyes at the boy. "What's it to you, freak?"
"She didn't do anything," the boy said firmly. "Let her go before I make you."
"Make me, then!" Ritsu yelled.
Taking the challenge, the boy rushed forward and tackled Ritsu. Her eyes flew open in surprise and her fingers loosened, allowing Miku to drop to the ground. She watched, mesmerized, as Ritsu and the boy fought, feet and fists flying everywhere.
Finally, the boy's fist made contact with Ritsu's nose, causing Ritsu to fly backwards into the grass. She screamed, holding her face. "Augh! What did you DO?!" To Miku's horror and astonishment, Ritsu removed her hands, revealing a bloody nose.
"That will teach you," said the boy, getting up. Miku saw that bruises forming on him. "Now leave her alone."
Ritsu glared daggers at him as she wobbly stood and took off from the meadow, leaving the boy and the stunned Miku behind her.
After a moment of silence, the boy turned to Miku. "I'm sorry you had to see that. Are you okay?"
Miku nodded slowly. "I-I'm okay." She stepped towards him gingerly, seized with awe and curiosity. "W-why did you save me? You didn't need to get yourself hurt…"
The boy brushed the dirt from his shorts. "Big kids shouldn't pick on smaller kids. My sister told me that." He smiled at her. "What's your name?"
"M-Miku," said Miku.
"I'm Yuuma," said the boy, stretching out a hand to her. "Do you want me to take you home?"
Miku stared at his pale, bruising hand for a moment. She took it, surprised by its warmth. "Yeah."
The two children walked from the meadow back to the town, through the streets and into Miku's neighborhood, all by Miku's direction. As they walked, they talked a little, asking about age and favorite colors, until they reached Miku's small white house.
"Thank you for saving me," Miku said, smiling. "You were really cool."
"It's okay," said Yuuma. "I'm glad you're feeling better."
"Can we play tomorrow?"
"No," said Yuuma. "I'm moving soon. I just wanted to look around one more time."
Miku felt her heart grow heavy at his words. "Well, maybe we can promise to see each other again?"
Yuuma thought for a moment. "Okay. I promise."
"Pinky promise?" she asked, holding out her pinky finger.
Yuuma smiled and wrapped his own finger around hers. "Pinky promise."
Then he walked away, and Miku went back to her life.
And it stayed that way for ten years.
((Stay tuned. R&R if possible.))
