AN:
Hey Mina~!
This is my new story... Dedicated to xSimply-Simplex for her Birthday! Happy Birthday Chika-chan!
Anyway, please enjoy!
Momo xx
The Monochrome Dream-Eater, Len!
Chapter 1
That fateful night, I was in the local petrol station with my hair tied up, buying some late dinner. Down the isle, was a girl who seemed a little timid, but somehow scared, holding her head low and her shoulders stiff. For some strange reason I just couldn't take my eyes off her, which for a Baku... like me, was very unnatural. To take even a shred of interest of a normal human was so unusual. I walked over to the girl with long fiery red hair and looked at her closely. She was concentrating on picking a pasta sauce, squinting confusedly at the different labels.
"You won't find any good sauces here," I laughed.
She turned around with a fright and looked into my eyes and her pale pink irises burned into me like a drill. I flinched.
She looked at the jar of mushy red paste and put it back on the shelf.
She looked up to me again in those huge eyes of hers.
"Who are you?" she asked bluntly.
"I am Len… Len Kagimine" I replied, rubbing the back of my neck casually.
She looked down to my free hand and grabbed it with one quick motion.
"I am Chika. It's nice to meet you," She said flatly, shaking my hand.
A stupid girl, or was she? She seemed subconsciously aware of my true existence, hesitating like that. She wore a petite Lolita-like top hat and a black dress with white lining. It was maid-like at the top, but extended into a crinoline skirt. She had thigh-high black tights and little black Mary-Janes. She had elbow length sleeves that where also black. She turned away and walked out, randomly.
Somehow, in stupendous turn of events, I ended up seeing her at a café she liked down the street every week. She would make little or no conversation, and if she did, always very bluntly.
"Did you end up finding a good pasta sauce?" I asked, trying to make conversation for the ump-teenth time.
"No"
Again, another weak reply. I rolled my eyes.
That day, she had tied her hair up into a bun and added a bonnet and a bolero to her outfit.
"Why didn't you?" I asked, trying to act interested to this bewilderingly boring human.
"I was never looking for one in the first place" she replied, looking out the window.
I squinted. A human, deceived me?
It just didn't make sense…
"Len-kun?" She asked, turning her head back to me
"Who are you, really?"
I flinched at this, not too obviously. This strange human is asking me who I am. 'I'm a Baku, witch!' I wanted to say, but I was worried she would just reply with,
'Oh'
Fool!
"I am Len, no-one else" I flakily smiled
"Oh?" she replied, again, weakly.
Even though a Baku, like me, should not take interest in a mere human, this woman, with her striking red hair and strong rose eyes, was… interesting.
I had tried everything by that time; criticism, mockery, deceiving, lying, cheating, flirting… nothing would budge this woman for her arrogant little perch, and I was determined to push her down – I would go to any lengths to get a God damned reaction out of this fool. I thought about it for days, what could I do to surprise her? Or anger her? Or even make her cry? It was disgusting, a human, more to my anger, a woman, was occupying my thoughts.
It was one day that we met at that damn café, that she asked out of the blue,
"Where do you want to go?"
That idiot had surprised me many times, and I still couldn't even get her to smile!
She gave up waiting for me, I presumed, as she said,
"Let's go to somewhere quiet. At 4:00 go to the Subway entrance at Shinjuku Station"
She got up for her seat and quietly walked down the street. I think that was the longest sentence I have heard her say. I leant my fist on my temples.
What an interesting woman, being like that, trying to surprise me. I was a little ashamed to admit she had succeeded.
What a fool! What a fool! What a fool! I thought.
But this time, I was thinking about myself, not that stupid woman. I had forgotten her name already. Was it Chika? Yes, my head laughed in my face.
It was around two, and I was still at this horrendous café.
"Are you sure you didn't want anything, Sir?" a stout waitress asked cheerfully.
"No, thanks" I replied, getting up from my seat.
I decided to walk down the street to fill some time. I somehow felt underdressed, my gray sloppy-Joe jumper and loose jeans didn't seem adequate enough for the bustling city locals. My hair was up in its usual short ponytail.
I kept walking down towards the Hatsudai Station to catch the train down to Shinjuku Station, as Chika had asked. I got there by around three, so I still had time. Why am I even doing this? I have never actually kept time before. I decided to board the train early, but only around 3 minutes early. The train hurled to a started and we were on our way. I slid some headphones into my ears, to avoid attention. Drawing attention to myself was what I least wanted. It was dangerous, like if I accidentally revealed I was a Baku. I knew that it was a slim chance, but I didn't want another annoyance like Chika. But apparently, I was already too good at attracting attention. I looked over at a bunch of skinny girls, gasping and laughing as I turned around. I looked over to the window and tried to ignore the bustling people on the train.
It was a long train ride, and the girls who were gasping before seemed to be getting off at my stop.
"No way!"
"But he is so cute! Haru, you should like, totally talk to him!"
"Yeah, Haru-chan! If you don't I will!"
"But… with his looks, he would have a girlfriend already"
"It doesn't matter! Quick! Just before we have to get off, confront him – I dare you!" I overheard the girls' giggling.
I looked at them coldly, trying to drop a hint.
"Oh~! He is so hot with that serious look! He is so perfect, Haru-chan!"
I rolled my eyes again at their ignorance. I looked into the window's reflection, allowing me to actually look at them without having to disrupt the sleeping people on the carriage with screaming. One was tall and blonde, assuming she was the one who suggested it in the first place. I looked at them more carefully, there was a shorter girl with dusty, dark blonde hair with freckles who said "I will if you don't, Haru-chan!" and the smallest girl who was a short, petite brunette with delicate features. I assumed she was 'Haru-chan'.
Finally, the train stopped. I quickly got off the train to avoid wasting the poor girl's time. And just as I stepped off, I see Chika is her usual outfit, but without the bonnet and bolero. She waved her arm up and hollered to me with a wide grin. What a change.
"See I told you Aoi-chan! He does have a girlfriend!" I heard in the distance, making my way over to Chika. Somehow, it almost felt like a relief.
I pushed through the crowd and stepped in front of Chika, a smirk spread across her face.
"I'm glad you made it," She laughed, briefly looking at the girls who were on the train complaining.
She winked and took me by the hand.
Chapter 2 up tomorrow! それを期待してください!
Momo xx
