Alright, this is my frist story! Hope it's alright. Currently a one-shot but if enough people like it I might make some more chapters.
The pairing is Gumo x Len with a little side of onesided Len x Kaito just at the start.
I don't own any of the characters or any vocaloids!
Enjoy~
It hurt, it really freaking hurt. It was like someone just got a knife or something and continued to stab at his heart. Oh, but that pain would be far too easy, no, after that they decided it might be amusing to simply rip out his heart and shove it in his face, making him watch as they tore his heart to pieces. This instance, however, didn't actually happen, however, it might as well be. The pain would probably be the same, but, at least he'd be dead afterwards, at least he'd be dead. He'd welcome death over this any day and I'm sure you all would if the love of your life had a crush on your twin sister.
Why did this have to happen? And tonight of all nights! The blonde ran a hand over his cheek feeling the warm droplets slide onto the skin. He dropped his arm down, just sitting up numbly, staring at the wall as he let absolute sadness drip into his being, soaking him in its blue grips and eventually begin to drown him. He took in large, irregular breaths as he sobbed freely yet silently. He couldn't let anyone know about this, it's best to leave this all as a secret; he didn't want anyone else to be hurt, especially his dear sister. He couldn't stay mad at her; it wasn't in him to be. Even if she had, unknowingly, stole the one he had been in love with. Just thinking about it caused more tears to fall.
His hands went to his chest, balling up the fabric there as he fell backwards, his blonde hair fanning out around him, some falling in his eyes. He just ignored the sight obscuring strands, looking at the roof with unseeing eyes as they clouded and filled with salty, warm liquid. He curled up, on his side, and closed his eyes, keeping himself tucked up and under the yellow covers of his bed. He tried to keep his thoughts from drifting back to that moment, but, his mind betrayed him and constantly brought up the events.
The blue eyed blonde gave a smile to the blue haired male beside him. He watched as the other sent him a smile and the smaller of the two felt his cheeks heat up slightly, looking away and therefore missing the flirtatious gaze of his sister and an equally flirtatious one sent back from the blue haired male. This was the night he was finally going to confess to him. After holding it off, hesitating for so long Len was going to do it, tonight. He really hoped that Kaito would accept it and give the love back. He had hope and all the others he'd talked to about it had encouraged him.
He looked back up a second after he composed himself, cheeks having cooled down, however, the temperature around them didn't. Being the kind boy he was he got up, looking to the two. "Hey, do you guys want an ice cream? Meiko's handing some out." The pair nodded and with that the blonde walked off.
The ice cream retrieval was easy and he began to return to the spot on the beach that the three had sat. He wasn't really paying attention on what was in front of him, more so on the three cones he was trying to hold along with three cans of juice. Looking back on it now Len was slightly glad he hadn't seen it sooner and then again, he sincerely wished he hadn't seen it at all. His eyes widened as he saw his sister, who, was unaware of her brother's love toward Kaito, and his blue haired love kissing happily on the beach. He could see the love in their gazes as they pulled away. They looked so in love, it hurt. Len could feel the tears welling up in his eyes as he dropped the drinks and deserts into the sand, not giving them a second thought as he ran off, tears welling in his eyes. He ran, not looking at anything and only feeling the horrible pang of sadness and pain of a broken heart spread throughout him as he came to the door of his house he shared with his sister and the rest of the vocaloids. He opened the door with clumsy hands, not even bothering to close it as he ran to his room. He threw the door open, closing it with a loud bang as he collapsed on his bed, sobbing and crying into his pillow and sheets.
Len rubbed his eyes once again, trying to stop all this crying but he knew it didn't work. He closed his eyes, trying, at the very least to slow his breathing down. It worked, slightly, and he curled up more in his blankets. He whipped his eyes of tears that only came back. He gave a shaky sigh, his mouth now dry, lips slightly cracked. The other would come to look for him and he didn't know what to do. He knew they'd be worried and he'd have to do his best to look normal in front of him. He'd have t lie to them, lie to them all. He'd rather not; he doesn't like lying to his family, especially his twin sister, his beloved twin sister. It was kind of, in a sick way, funny how Kaito probably would've loved him back had he been female. But, then again, that might not have been the reason, gender; it's such a superficial reason. It was him, he wasn't appealing at all. Who would want him? Who in their right mind would want to love him?
He gave a short, curt laugh, one that was filled with pain and not humour. He ran a hand through his hair, his ears catching the sound of footsteps and someone calling his voice. In the back of his mind he recognised the voice, but, at the moment he didn't realise it. He heard the footsteps approaching get louder and louder signalling that whoever it was had almost reached his room and his hiding place. He rubbed his eyes furiously of the tears before lying in his bed, making it seem as if he were simply asleep. He kept still, trying to keep his breaths even as he heard the door open. He didn't dare look behind him to see who it was, not wanting to risk his cover.
He stayed perfectly still as he heard the footsteps quieten and a weight sink his bed down. He kept his face calm, resisting the urge to bite at his lip. He had no idea who this was, but, he hoped however it was didn't realise he was fake sleeping. He held his breath as he felt movement, the bed stir as if someone was leaning over. He kept still and then, suddenly, felt a very gentle and warm hand upon his cheek; caressing it.
He was curious to who this was, was it his sister? Perhaps, but, the feel of this person didn't seem like it, also the actions. His sister wouldn't hesitate to wake him up, this person, however, seemed content on allowing him to sleep as they gently watched him. Len kept his face calm, trying to fight the odd urge to blush at the actions, the hand remained on his cheek, very warm and gently, very soothing. He felt it move, then, brushing the fringe from his face gently, almost…..lovingly. Len kept still, wanting to lean into the small affectionate touches and opening his eyes to see who it was, however, he didn't risk it. What if they stopped if he showed he was awake?
He didn't want to take that chance, so, he kept his faux sleep as the other continued their affectionate actions. The hand moved, completely removing them from his face, much to Len's slight disappointment. He didn't want the warmth to leave, didn't want the affections so full of care and love to leave. He wanted to keep it there, allow it to smother him in its warmth. Amidst in his thoughts Len didn't notice the body moving until he felt breath on his face. His eyes wanted to open, wanted to gaze at whoever this person was, however, again, the thought of them leaving made him stay as he was. The breath ghosted his own lips and he felt his breath stop, his heart started to skip slightly from anticipation. He felt his heart begin to pump quickly as he felt a soft and ever so gentle pair of lips press against his, if only for a second. Len could feel so much love in the simple gesture, so much affection. Len felt his cheeks, ever so slightly heat up and hoped the other, whoever it was, didn't noticed it. He held back the urge to lick his lips or to even press his fingers against the buzzing skin of them as he felt the bed move. He felt the weight completely lift of the bed, showing that the person had gotten up. Len stayed still, his ears catching the sound of footsteps fading, the door opening and then the slight squeak that signalled it was closing. He took a risk, his body suddenly curious, forgetting about his heartache for a moment as his eyes peeked open, managing to catch a small flash of bright green before the door closed with a quiet clack and the footsteps faded away.
He waited for what felt like an endless amount of time, when, in actual fact, it wasn't that long at all. He waited until he couldn't hear the footsteps anymore before moving, sitting up in a slight daze. It was like he wasn't even there anymore, his eyes wide and dry from the tear he previously shed. His hand, trembling slightly as it rose to his lips, still tingling with the feel of the other's. His fingers ever so slightly brushed them, his lips parted just a bit as the moment continued to replay in his head, his whole being just paused as his mind looped it over.