Eye SeeU

Being a sailor travelling the seven seas certainly had its perks. Meeting so many different people and learning so many new things. I mean, when did you think an old man serving tea in a café would tell you that a cow gives nearly 200,000 glasses of milk in her lifetime? Not many, that's for sure!

Today's adventure would be in Korea, the city part that is. Oliver had only been to the city once before, but that was when he was much younger, and it wasn't even the Korean city. He could only faintly remember the bright lights of New York and the sea of people that quickly swept him away… from his parents.

Yes, that was Oliver's story. He and his parents were visiting New York for his parents' wedding anniversary and they had gone out for dinner. Of course, Oliver, being as curious as he was, had wandered off from them and lost himself on the streets. He tried to call out for help but no one bothered to so much as lift and eye brow at him. All he was, and would ever be, was another obstacle on their way home.

Soon enough he was completely lost. Somehow he had made it all the way to some docks were heavy-duty cargo ships that had been designed to travel long distances. Oliver immediately fell in love with the rusty old boats and the surrounding area at the first glance. The cool sea breeze that brushed against his fingers one-by-one, the draining smell of oil fumes, the terrified squawks of the light-winged seagulls and the ear-bursting cries from the ships horns, it was all just breath-taking for the young boy.

One fond memory of his was seeing another blonde haired boy, but his hair was a more vibrant yellow and he had piercing blue eyes which, if he wanted them too, could scare a million sailors from the high seas, so it seemed. This boy, Len Kagamine as people seemed to be comfortable calling him, was meandering around the area near a middle-aged man who was sucking on a pipe. The man had long purple hair that had been tied up previously in a ponytail but obviously had become lose and was falling out of its rope strap.

He quickly ducked behind a rusty-red crate which was doubling up as a bin.

He distinctively remembered them laughing about something or another, and he was curious to what. But, being merely 8 –years-old, walking onto the scene and joining in was not an option. He would have to wait a little before trying to talk to them.

His parents were at the back of his mind, although he was probably at the front of theirs.

Suddenly a strong hand slammed down on his weak little shoulder and a husky voice spoke. "I don't know who you are, and I don't know where you're from. But we don't let rich, pampered little boys and girls in here. We don't care for all of what your worth, either get out of here or get your eyes out of the sun-light, permanently," the man said. He noticed two hate-filled eyes looking down at him like an eagle would to its prey.

"I, er. I have gotten lost… here," was all he could manage to utter, and even so, it wasn't very loud. Oliver's fingers immediately felt cold and his hands grew heavy in such a short amount of time.

"You're lost? Meaning you have someone looking for you?" the man was becoming very intimidating.

"I d-don't know for sure," Oliver had picked up a slight stutter on his words as he tried to talk to him. Out of the corner of his eye he could still see the boy and his acquaintance talking.

Before Oliver or the man could say anymore a loud, low horn bellowed across the dock followed by a somewhat loud shout, "Come on, Kaito! Stop harassing little kids and get over here! We're about to set sail for the west!"

A furious blush appeared on this Kaito's face before he trotted off to board the ship. It wasn't a blush of embarrassment of being around someone he liked or anything, he was blushing of embarrassment because someone saw what he had done.

Or at least tried to do.

"Oh yeah. Certainty, I'll go get some food then," the sailor-looking boy said as he turned on his heel with one hand in his pocket and the other one waving slightly.

The man with purple hair chuckled slightly before replying with, "Be back soon, we'll be leaving to Italy at one o'clock." His voice was different to what was expected. He had a smooth and toned voice, very different to the expected weak, hacking voice Oliver had imagined he had.

Oliver was so busy watching the man and the boats moving behind him he hadn't noticed the boy was coming in his direction. Upon realising this it was too late. This Len boy had gone out of his previous route to head in Oliver's direction.

"Hey, you." His voice was soft and boyish, just as expected. There was an accent on it too, but he couldn't pin-point what it could be.

Oliver turned his back and turned around again to make it look like he was doing something else, this plan obviously failed but that didn't stop him doing the same thing a couple more times. "Oh, er, me?"

"Yes, you," a sense of boredom rang through his voice this time. "Who are you?"

"I'm… well… My name is Oliver and... Um..."

The boy raised an eyebrow before speaking again, "Well it's lovely to meet you, Oliver," he didn't just say his name, he sung it. "My name is Len. Where are you from? I haven't seen you around here before."

Something caught within Oliver's throat making him lose the ability to talk from the top of his head or even breathe easily. He was able to let out a sting of ums and ers before Len took over.

"Woah, woah. No need to panic, I didn't mean to offend you or anythi-" Len began to panic himself slightly at the worried expression he was receiving.

"England. I'm from England." That was more-or-less where the conversation stopped and everything turned into a haze. Neither of them knew what to say or how to say it. But that was okay, because it seemed like they were both happy with each other's company.

Len kept opening his mouth to speak and not letting words out. He couldn't say he'd been to England itself, but he had been to Ireland on a shipping delivery. "Really? That's quite a distance away from here…"

Oliver only nodded in agreement as he remembered the airport which made time itself seem short, that airport that was able to get him over here in the first place. But Oliver never really took much interest in England. Sure there were some nice buildings and what not but what he really wanted was to see more of the world.

"It's a surprise to me because I'm from Japan. England is very far away from there!" the sea-boy told him, trying to continue the conversation.

With a hushed but excited voice Oliver said, "Japan? Can you speak Japanese then?"

"Ha-ha, yes I can. But I've also learnt some other languages to pass the time. Also, it's rather hard to travel the world and only being able to speak one of its many languages..!" he looked to happy when talking to Oliver, and he was sure that may have been showing on his face and in his voice.

"Could you say my name in Japanese?" This was... not a rare question, so to say. It was funny to see how people thought their names would be said differently in a different language. But, most of the time, they were displeased when they found out it was the same thing.

Len looked into the eager young boy's eyes before closing his and giggling slightly. "A lot of people ask me that. But it's funny, because your name will be the same in Japanese! Except there will be an accent on it."

"Ah, really? I heard that some French names were said differently in French and in English."

"Some are; some aren't. But in Japanese the letter 'l' doesn't exist. So people use an 'r' sound instead!" Len giggled. Oliver seemed deeply fascinated in this stuff, so it seemed, and that amused him a lot.

"So, um," Oliver decided that now would be as good as a time than any to ask Len about this place, "Where are we?"

"We are in New York Harbour! Where the big boats come and take loads of people away to foreign places, and the rusty boats take people on adventures!"

"Huh… What is the difference between a big boat and a rusty boat? There is a rusty boat over there and it still looks very big," Oliver pondered aloud.

Len thought a moment before giving another reply. Hmm, he certainly is an odd one. "Well, a rusty boat is one that carries large boxes of surprises to another place! They're not normally cleaned because they're not for show. While, on the other hand, the big boats are holiday liners. So they need to look posh and clean for people to want to pay them."

"Ah, I see… So, why are you here?"

Len thought for a few moments before giving his answer and all though giving it he still seemed rather… hesitate. "Well, a long time ago, when I was six-years-old, my parents took me on a holiday… They wanted to show me the land and what man had done to it. They cared for nature a lot, you see. So one day they took me to visit my uncle who lived in the area and he brought us down to the local docks to show them his boat. They hated it and wanted nothing more to do with it," Len turned his head to the left a bit and let the returning breeze stroke him. "But as they walked away from the dock they slipped and fell. They hadn't listened to my uncles instructions so they had been walking on the very edge of the dock…" he paused then, realizing he had to say no more. It would be clear to this young acquaintance what had happened.

"… But how did you get here? Do you live nearby?" Oliver hadn't forgotten what was said, he just… well, his happy-go-lucky attitude wasn't going to stand by for a single moment.

"Hmm, well. My uncle wasn't able to look after me after the accident but he didn't want to see me go to some random family, so he asked a friend to take care of me."

"Ah, okay. I understand now," he smiled back.

"Hey, Ollie." The blue cloth of his outfit was rubbed onto his shoulder. "Wake up." It was Len, well, present day Len might I say. Oliver seemed to have dozed off on a memory and they'd hit rough seas.

Oliver was only able to bright himself to make some groaning noises in thought of waking up.

"If you don't wake up I'll take your hat again," Len's sing-song voice chirped. Surprisingly he didn't have that bad of a voice, or at least not bad of a Japanese voice, his English singing voice was terrible.

Oliver obviously didn't believe him and threw an arm back to push him away as if to say 'Whatever, I'm tired.'

Before he knew it he head grew lighter and the shadow disappeared from the top of his range of sight. A laugh and the sound of footsteps trailed away into the distance. Oliver's head snapped up to find the culprit, letting his golden-amber eyes fall onto the boat's wooden deck. The deck… Of course! Len said the water was getting worse, didn't he?

Puddles of water appeared more and more occasionally as he began making his way back indoors and just as he did so he saw Len and his sailors' hat. Within seconds he waddled over to Len, the bandages wrapped around his feet still wet, and claimed his hat. A smile spread across his face as he places it on the blonde nest of hair he held upon his head.

"Boys," a tall man came in. His body was wrapped in a lavender-like kimono. "It seems we'll be delayed, which is a bit of a bother, by about a day or so. This means they'll be some slight rations and more rough seas. I hope you're not feeling too sick this time." The man's eyes slanted down towards Len.

"You got it, Gakupo!" a classic 'thumbs up' was held up alongside Len's reply, with a big cheesy grin to match. Regardless of what either of them would say, they'd call each other anything; whether that was 'boy' or 'Len,' or maybe 'Gaku-' and 'purple-head.' The polite use of honorifics may still be in their Japanese culture but those two were sailors, and everywhere had something new to teach. Sticking to one rule would be far too boring.

"Good, and you, Oliver?"

Oliver's amber eyes snapped up to see Gakupo, meeting his purple ones. He gave a strong nod and a slight smile as he lunged for his hat again.

A light-hearted smile crept onto Gakupo's face as he watched the boys fight over the hat.

Maybe taking them in wasn't such a bad idea. They certainly light the place up.

I adored this idea when it came to mind and I just couldn't help myself write it out and post it. I hope to write another fun little chapter about what's going on but I'd love it if you, the reader, gave me advice on what I should change in this to make it flow and/or make sense. I doubt a lot of the words I put are the right tense because I've completely lost my touch at writing.

Thank you for reading, and I hope to post the next chapter soon~!

(I just had to re-upload this because it didn't work the first time. AKA. Deleting and putting the story up again, so that's why you may be seeing it twice.)