This, is going to be a one-shot fanfiction of the vocaloid song "Double Lariat" sung by Luka Megurine. I hope you enjoy it and I might post more later. Enjoy.
I Do Not Own Vocaloid, Or Any of The Composer's Works.
Spinning. Day in, and day out that's how it seems to feel to me. In school I'm a good student, but it seems that everyone is above me by at least one. At work I know I do well, but someone always takes employee of the month away from my grasp.
Is it because I'm not smart enough? Not strong enough? Not good enough? Some days I believe I'll never know but I'll never give up.
You tell me that "I'm working to hard," or that "I'm only doing it to prove I'm better," I'm not doing it for either of those reasons. I'm doing it because I know that I can spin farther then anyone else.
This month Miku got employee of the month instead of me. "It's okay Luka, you were just as good," She told me with a smile. I knew it was fake.
"Whatever…my neck hurts I'm going on break," I replied min a cold monotone as I went out the door. As soon as I exited I opened my laptop and worked on next month's project making saure no one could beat it.
At school my science fair project got a red ribbon while Rin and Len had earned the Blue one. "Your rocket project was so cool!" Rin had giggled looking at my failure. "I'm so jealous!"
"You worked really hard on it," Len smiled "You'll definitely win next year." Once again somebody took away my glory.
"I'm tired I'm going home… See you later…" I mumbled to them. I walked out the school's front doors and ran home and up to my bedroom where I created an even more amazing project for the school festival next month.
This process seemed to keep repeating and never ending, me always being second place but never admitting defeat finding that I was beginning to hate my job and classes that I had once had a deep love and passion for.
Then finally, it happened. The last day of school came by and coincidentally both at school and work there was an incredibly important assignment that was due.
I had slaved over my desk at home as I toiled over countless notes, papers, books, and other things but finally it was done.
At school I had turned in the report that was one of the biggest grades of the grading period and at work I gave my boss the information needed to start our latest project.
About a week later in the mail my report from school came in saying I had a one-hundred percent on it. 'Good, now I don't have to deal with that stupid class.' I thought to myself but that thought puzzled me. I had always loved Literature Classes.
At work the day after that my boss had praised me for the exceptional research I had done for my part of the project. 'Finally, that horrible mess is done with.' I thought to myself. But the strange feeling the puzzled me from before returned. My job had always made me happy!
Going home that night I looked int he mirror. "I reached the top…" I said to myself. "But did I reach it because I enjoyed it or was it just to prove to people that I was better?"
That was the day I had changed. I did do my best but I didn't worry about whether the others had done better then me or not or whether I was doing any better.
That was the day I had finally stopped spinning in a lariat. I was more then that now. I was a Double Lariat.
And that is all anyone of us can ask for.