Full Summary: There was this mysterious girl in town; a girl hiding behind a mask. He couldn't help but feel drawn to her; who is she? What is her name? He wants to know. He needs to know. He wants to see her smile… However, he does not know what he is getting himself into…
Am I Beautiful?
It was raining hard. The water pelted against the make-shift cover of the old abandoned café, yet, some droplets would find its way on her exposed skin. Shivering and trembling like a lone leaf against the cold wind, the girl looked from side to side as she attempted to keep herself warm. She stood there, waiting for the rain to finally weaken and at least give her a chance to run back to her house. She was so stupid, why didn't she bring her umbrella today? Now, she was suffering against the cold and harsh weather.
"Damn it," she hissed under her breath as she rubbed her arms in attempt to warm herself. The rain strengthened, and her long tresses were wildly tousled against the biting wind. The water had nearly reached her, which made the girl press her back against the windows of the closed shop to keep her from getting any wetter. She whimpered as a strike of lightning flashed momentarily across the dark sky—the flash jolting into places very much like a crack on a broken glass—which was then immediately followed by the loud boom of thunder.
The girl shivered against the breeze, sniffing and whimpering against the harsh weather. She kept searching from both sides of the street, hoping that someone would come and at least help her return home. Then, as if hearing her silent thoughts, a silhouette of person came into view—the person was walking through the rain, and his wet clothes hugged his somewhat fragile form. But then, upon closer look, the person was a she! The girl shifted between her two feet as the drenched girl slowly approached her—her short strawberry blonde hair stick to her pale cheeks, and her clothes hugged her thin form. A mask was covering her mouth and nose.
The girl tensed, as the other girl took cover and stood next to her. She could hear the harsh breathing of the blonde, and the low growling sounds erupting from the base of her throat. Gulping, the girl scooted a step away from the blonde. But the blonde had noticed this, and turned her head towards her—dark depths of blue pierced the girl's soul.
The frightened girl looked away from the darkest of blue eyes. The temperature seemed to have dropped lower, and the lightning and thunder had once again flashed and crashed across the sky. The girl tightly shut her eyes, and a shiver ran down her spine. She could feel the boring gaze of the dark blue, piercing and shooting through her very being. The coldness had started to numb her skin, as well her insides—it was getting harder and harder to breath, knees weakening, and frames shaking against the intense stare of the blonde.
The girl froze in place as she felt the blonde stepping closer to her. Her knees nearly gave up, and her heart was jumping to her throat. Cracking her eyes open, the girl stared at the depth of the blonde's blue—she was sure the blues held light during the past, however, it had already lost its glow. It was a dull and blank and was of the endless of the darkest of blue. The blue stabbed through her very being, and the sudden feeling of emptiness ate everything away.
She was petrified.
"Hey," the blonde suddenly started, her eyes momentarily lighting up into a smile—the girl is quite sure that the blonde is smiling beneath her mask. "Am I," the blonde paused (the girl took note of the blonde's voice—it rivaled a voice of a famous singer, so soft and uplifting, and it made her heart fluttering with in her chest. The voice, so beautiful that the girl thought it belonged to an angel. It completely contrasted to her depthless and dead eyes), "Beautiful?"
Quite confused of the sudden question, the girl furrowed her brows together and slightly tilted her head to the side. The blue remained staring at her intensely, which made the girl feel uneasy and nervous—her heart began to hammer against her chest, and her instincts practically screamed for her to run. However, despite the protests of her inner instinct, she had opened her mouth,
"Y-yes?" she replied, yet her voice held uncertainty, and nervousness.
The blonde hummed and softly nodded her head. She raised a slender finger, she hooked it on her mask, and slowly pulled it down.
"How about now?"
The girl could only stare with horror. Her eyes fixated in the blonde's face. The blonde's lips were curled up—no, it was torn up into an ear-to-ear smile. The corner of her lips reached and stopped by her ears, the skin torn apart into a forceful and forever smile—forever etched on her face by a knife that had been use to carve the smile.
A scream pierced the dark.
Am I beautiful?
A Moment of Sincerity: Hello, dear fans of the Vocaloid fandom! I am quite new here in this fandom, however, I already published a few works (which I am quite embarrassed of, please don't read them! DX). Now, you might be wondering how I ended up in this fandom… You could blame Count Every Lie for it (you might have heard of him, or you might have read his works). Yes, he is the person who got me into this. Also, this fic is a collaboration between him and me, and he is also my beta-reader.
Anyway! Just review guys! Also, constructive criticism is very much appreciated. Thanks!