It's not much of problem, the rain. It's always rained; Miku and Mikuo know that. It's because of leaks in the Umbrella. But the Umbrella is massive and covers the world, so it's impossible to fix, so there's no fixing.
Miku knew of only one time the rain had stopped, when she nine.
" I promise one day we'll all live under a picture book sky."
It had stopped then, when her brother had said that. It was too amazing to be a coincidence, right?
But the incident weighed in as a forgotten promise, as the rain still fell and the world was still forever damp. Everybody forgets, Miku figured. Though how one could forget seeing the sun for a split second was beyond Miku's reasoning. She stirred a cube of sugar into the tea in front of her aimlessly.
" Miku, I found out~"
" Hm?"
" How to fix the Umbrella."
She wanted to hear someone say that.
" How to fix the Umbrella."
Why wouldn't anyone say that for her?
" How to fix the Umbrella."
She repeated it out loud, and heard everyone at the dinner table freeze.
" What?" Mikuo stared at her. The eyes burning into her, she felt small. You weren't supposed to talk about the Umbrella.
I'm so stupid, she thought angrily.
Miku stood up from the table.
" I am going to go fix the Umbrella so we can live under a picture book sky." she yelled. There was so much staring from her family, so much weight in the words she'd yelled, so much undissolved sugar in her tea.
" I'll go with," Mikuo offered. More staring. More staring. Was there more sugar in the bottom of her tea?
Miku grabbed her travel bag -for when she was supposed to be sent to some other City for a extracurricular assignment- and walked so bravely out of the kitchen, the house, the yard, barely aware of the staring and her brother following her.
When she was about five miles away from the City she lived in, Miku stopped.
I'm so stupid.
She took off her rain coat and sat down on it.
" I'm so stupid."
"No you're not."
"Yes I am."
"You're going to fix the Umbrella."
" I don't anything to fix it with."
" So?"
" How can I fix it if I have nothing to fix it with?"
" You can fix it with your mind or something."
"Pft."
" Will we take the elevator or the staircase?"
Mikuo sat down beside her and she looked up a bit.
" Huh?"
He stretched.
" The Umbrella is supposed to have an elevator and a staircase."
" Le's take the staircase. I don't think the elevator will work..."
She blinked at what she'd said. I'm serious about fixing this now, aren't I?
She got up and kept walking.
And kept walking.
And kept walking.
Her hair grew long, and she started tying it up in pigtails with ribbons she'd taken out of her jacket.
She was the girl who would fix the Umbrella, and Mikuo was there to see it.
She looked up at the gray tower that shot up into the sky like mountain. The Umbrella. She had walked so long to get here, she could almost start crying.
I spent half a year walking to this pillar of gray.
I am going to fix this pillar of gray.
Everyone will love me for fixing this pillar of gray.
I will have a picture book sky, because of this pillar of gray.
Mikuo pressed the button next to the elevator door and the doors shuddered slightly but didn't move.
" They're rusted over."
Miku shrugged.
" We're going to take the stairs anyway, remember?"
Mikuo grinned and walked over to the beginning to the staircase that spiralled in the tower and the sky.
" Yeah."
So they walked.
And they waked.
And they walked into the sky.
There was a door.
Miku surveyed it in wondrance. It was a small door. They'd have to crawl to get through it. Above the door was a plaque that said:" Not everyone can enter here."
Miku got down on her hands and knees and opened the door. With her eyes closed (who would ruin this surprise? Not her.) she went through it, and then carefully stood up and stepped aside for Mikuo to come into this Room.
When they were both in, Mikuo yelled,
"Wait, don't open your eyes yet!" She made a 'pft' sound and crossed her arms.
" Hurry, Mikuo, I want to fix the Umbrella."
"It doesn't need fixing, Miku!"
She opened her eyes.
Mikuo had a flower in his hand.
The sky was picture book blue.
A / N: Not as dark and depressing as I hoped it'd be. Oh well. There's always another lifelynne to write the next down... Darlin', darlynne, darlin'. Yep. You already know what's going to be about. Also, I don't own Vocaloid; If I did, I would be married to Hachi, Len & Utatane. Exactly. Though, granted, Hachi is a producer. BUT ANYWAYS.