Disclaimer: I in no way, shape, or form own Vocaloid. Each character used belongs to the respective company that produced him/her; I merely borrowed them for non-profit entertainment purposes. The Hatsune Miku song Streaming Heart, of which this fanfic is based, belongs to DECO*27. Please give credit to him and check out the original song. It's amazing. Regardless, I do claim ownership to the cover art and words below. Please enjoy.
Love is a pathetic, pointless thing. I hate everything about love with a burning passion. That's why people like me are a nightmare to anyone in love with love. Me specifically. If you're in a happy relationship, I will make it my God-given duty to destroy everything you have. And I will savor every sweet second of it.
Before you decide that you hate me, just remember that damaging relationships beyond repair is in my nature. I live for the rush of finding a so-called perfect couple and breaking them apart. If both parties come out broken, even better.
After all, I am a Love Wrecker.
I chewed on the inside of my cheek as I sat on the windowsill of an edifice and observed the people below. They really did look like ants from so high up, but I could still see each and every one of them clearly. That set of teenaged siblings arguing over foxes or hounds being better; that pink haired woman emerging from the café, iced latte in hand, and stopping to greet her brunette friend; that purple-haired man checking out the pinkette, suggesting a Love Maker must have been nearby - I missed none of it.
However, my true attention was set on the cutesy little couple walking out of the ice cream shop, cones in hand. The guy, college aged, has midnight blue hair and matching eyes. He wore a white sports jacket, dark blue jeans, sneakers, and a light blue scarf wrapped around his neck. The girl, not much younger than he, dressed herself that morning with a blue cardigan over a white shirt and a pair of light blue jeans. Her freakishly long turquoise hair was tied into two tails, and black, thick rimmed glasses hid her crystal blue orbs.
"I think I will break you next," I quietly mused as I pulled my knee to my chest and draped my arms over it. It was a good thing nobody could see me or else there would have been a lot of frantic people over the young woman sitting on a ledge twenty storeys in the air. Not that I was worried about falling: I'm incredibly graceful, and even if I ever did plummet downwards, I would walk away without a scratch. Come on, I'm not human. Stupid accidents possess no power whatsoever in hurting me, unlike those pathetic little creatures. Push them just right, and they'll never be whole again. It's why they're so fun to demolish.
"Please tell me you're not planning the most scarring end to a relationship in the history of scarring ends to relationships," a voice I'm as familiar with as my own said.
"Don't you know me, Brother?" I asked without looking away from the couple. The girl sank into herself, but the man insisted they do whatever activity the girl is refusing. Just because I could see all that from so far away didn't mean I could hear anything that was being said. I'm not that super amazing, even if I come close.
"Too well, I'm afraid," Len, my brother and only sibling, answered. "Who's your next, unfortunate victim now, Rin?"
I slowly peeled my eyes off the two and looked in his direction. Len was standing on the ledge just above my windowsill and looking down on me, but not in any self-righteous way. The office workers on the other side of the window were totally oblivious to our presence.
"You know, I thought there was a Love Maker nearby," I said, completely ignoring his question. "Was that you, Len, who got that man with the purple ponytail to talk to that sexy pinkette?"
Len, who sighed at my changing the subject, replied, "Yes."
"Goody for them," I said in absolute monotone. "Now they're going to get married, start a family, grow to an old age together, have eleventy-billion grandkids, and die peacefully in their sleep side-by-side."
"So sorry I love my job," Len stated.
"I think most people would love a profession called Love Maker," I said, snickering. Len huffed and threw a dirty look my way. Hey, it's not my fault his occupation has such a stupid name.
Len jumped over the edge, caught the sill in which I rest, pulled himself upwards, and plopped down next to me. Show off. "So, back to my question: who's the unfortunate pair?"
"Those two," I answered, nodding my head in the direction of the now retreating couple.
"Miku Hatsune and Kaito Shion," Len mumbled, half to himself.
"Yep," was all I replied.
"I've been watching them, too."
"So you have an idea or two of my plans, I assume?"
"Rin," Len sighed as he said my name, "don't do this."
"You know I will." Len remained silent because he's aware of how pointless arguing with me always is. "The Kaito guy is kinda cute," I then began to muse. "I love breaking up couples with hot guys the most because those guys are usually the best toys. Can you guess whose heart is going to be the most shattered by the time I'm done splitting these two up?"
"Please." Len snorted. "You aren't interested in him."
"Just because we Love Wreckers don't waste our precious time with something as ridiculous as love doesn't mean we don't partake in . . . certain activities."
"You're disgusting."
"Please, you know how tame I am compared to the rest of my kind."
"They are not your kind."
I narrowed my eyes into slits and stared at my brother. "Don't you ever say that, Len Kagamine. I am a Love Wrecker, and I'm hella good one. Just as you're a fantastic Love Maker. So good, in fact, that we're practically celebrities amongst our respective kind. There's nothing else to it, all right?"
Len held up his hands in mock surrender. "Whatever you say." He then turned his attention to the man and girl I've been studying, who were now sitting on the bench by the bus stop, and asked, "Is breaking couples up really that fun? I think it sounds terrible, but you make it sound like it's more addicting than any drug."
Humming, I sorted my words carefully before I answered, "It's like an adrenaline rush, but ten times better and all the more sweet. There's a certain excitement to hurting the humans that, if I'm not careful to take in small doses, will easily turn me into a junkie. Creating an end to a happy couple is an art: I can never let my need for the next fix force me to run into the first couple I see and have them broken up by sundown. Take the couple we're observing, for example. I have to create the perfect end that will simmer slowly and damage heavily. It will taste much better that way than if I just made it happen."
"So you're going to play with them as if they're toys you can break just for the fun of it?"
"Well, yeah. What else would I do with such useless creatures?"
Len bit his lip and clenched his fists. He hates how I talk about hurting the humans he loves so. It's the only thing he does hate, and that's why I casually talked to him about how I'm going to destroy the couples I break up. I need to know that even someone like my better half is capable of such a negative emotion.
"I don't know how we're related," he said forcefully, as if he tried and failed to keep the words bitten back.
"Beats me." I gave a small shrug. "It doesn't make sense, really, how the Love People are always born in sets of two - one boy and one girl, one a Love Wrecker and the other a Love Maker - and they're related to their wombmate. Where's the science to explain this?"
My brother snorted again at my sarcasm but didn't respond to it. "I don't want to watch anything you do to them," Len said after a moment of silence.
"Good," I replied. "You're going to really hate the fun I have planned with my new best friends."
"Rin," Len said my name as a warning.
"Len," I countered casually.
"The last couple you broke up almost resulted in a suicide," Len felt the need to tell me. As if I required the reminder.
"And I plan this break up to be even worse than that masterpiece," I said, rising to my feet.
Catching my arm, Len said, "Please, I'm begging you not to do this."
I shook free from his grasp. "You can have the girl when I'm done," I stated, "but leave the hot one for me, okay?" Before he could respond, I jumped from the ledge, fell those twenty storeys, and softly landed on the balls of my feet. I tilted my head backwards to look at my brother from my new position, but he was already gone. Pushing the pressure of his absence aside, I tucked my chin length blonde hair behind both my ears and began to strut in the direction of the couple.
The best way to describe Love Makers and Love Wreckers is by thinking of us as Cupid and anti-Cupid, respectively. Love Makers are the ones who bring people together and help them fall in love. They are the kindest, most caring beings in all of the universe, or so they claim. I don't believe it at all, if you want my honest opinion.
Anyway. Sometimes Love Makers work together to unite two people who would have never fallen in love otherwise. You can almost never find a selfish Love Maker; their hearts are filled with so much love that bringing useless humans together is their way of expressing that same love to humankind. It disgusts me.
This is why I'm glad to be a Love Wrecker. Love Makers bring people together, but Love Wreckers tear them apart. We hate seeing romantic relationships, so why not put an end to them? Some of us even make a game out of breaking humans up. Sometimes we fight against the unwilling Love Makers - that's where you will find couples, especially married, trying to decide whether or not to end it all - and sometimes we Love Wreckers challenge each other. Causing broken relationships is so fun that even I can't deny the idea of going against another Love Wrecker to create the worst break up imaginable. However, I refuse to turn my art into a sport. This may or may not be unfortunate news to the couples I work with.
I found Miku and Kaito - I decided to call them by their names as "the girl" and "the man" are bound to get real old real fast - at a bookstore. I hung by the doorway, completely unseen. There was a stand promoting the latest novel of a famous romance author, and I sneered at it. I would've moved, but it was either hang around that or join the couple in the classic literature aisle: this choice seemed to be the less painful.
"Hey, excuse me," Kaito called the attention of an employee. I closed my eyes and sighed at the sound of his voice. Deep, husky, sexy. Even through his jacket I could tell he's well toned, skin fitting tightly over his muscles. I believe he's got rock hard abs, too. I've followed him around enough to know that he works out on a regular basis, so I wouldn't be surprised.
Oh, don't look at me like that. I bet you've stalked someone before, too. At least getting to know the daily schedules of my victims is in my job description.
Back to the point. I listened in as Kaito asked if the store had a collection of William Faulkner's novels, and Miku pipped in the same for Kate Chaplin, stating that they needed the volumes for their English course. Looking her up and down, I tried to figure out what Kaito saw in Miku to want to go out with her in the first place.
She's super thin, with eyes too big for her head and a nose slightly crooked as if she had badly broken it when she was younger. Her glasses are a little on the nerdy side when it comes to style, and her hair looks less like a natural color and more like a bad experience with pool chlorine.
Releasing a deep breath, I tuned them all out, slipped away from it all, and transferred myself into the heart of hearts of their relationship. The physical world disappeared, and in its place I could see the relationship for what it truly was: a prison. Cells, cages, and shackles. One was locked away, and the other had long since lost the key. I shook my head in pity. Seeing that man behind bars really made me want to scream and break things, and I didn't have to think to know who I would like to take this anger out on.
This is why I love my job.
"The two of us who are useless alone, together we were oh so happy," I whispered, letting my words become their very thoughts. "But we grew bored with what we had and decided that we were better off lonely." I said the words again and again, forcing Miku and Kaito both to think it. You know those idiotic things you do for love? I bet a Love Maker influenced you to do it. And when you wake up one day and suddenly don't want to love your significant other anymore? Yeah, I'm putting my money on a Love Wrecker making you think that. We're very . . . influential beings.
Releasing my hold on their hearts and returning to the physical world, I saw if my words had any success. Miku bit her lip, suddenly self-conscious of her every little move. Kaito casted a side glance at her, almost like he was wondering what he ever saw in the turquoise-haired girl in the first place. They took my words as theirs, and instead of casting them aside, both were pondering on what I made them think and were coming up with their own related thoughts.
I smirked.
From what I gathered over the weeks spent in observation, I knew the best way to end this relationship. The drama I had tucked in my little sleeve was going to change everything for the both of them forever. I almost couldn't wait to see the results.
Patience, Rin, I had to tell myself. The result will definitely be worth the wait. Everything will be perfect, and I know I will enjoy every second of it from now until then.
It's all a game, you know. Love. If love is truly nothing more than a chemical the brain releases, then love is shallow, temporary, and selfish. A "What can I get out of this relationship?" kind of selfish. If love is simply that, then how do we explain those who, out of love, sacrifice their entire lives for another? How can we love somebody so much that we wreck everything we are and could ever be for them? Why can we damage ourselves for another's sake in the name of love?
Those are answers I'm afraid I'll never find.
Kaito was out buying groceries. Miku was at their shared apartment making dinner. Rin was stalking sexy Kaito.
I may be a liar, but I admit without shame that Kaito is some sweet eye candy.
While he was still making his way to the store, I planned our fateful encounter. Of course I could've asked a Love Maker to help me with this whole cheating plan I had laid out - in case you're wondering, some Love Makers are okay with cheating, but in general they're really fuzzy on the topic - yet I would rather have had Kaito all to myself.
Staring at my reflection in the window, I chewed on my lip. What kind of girl would Kaito like? I wondered. Sweet and naïve, from what I've gathered on Miku, seem to be his type, but his interest in certain magazines convinced me he wouldn't mind a darling girl who can be real naughty whenever she wanted. Like Miku, I'm eighteen, but I'm so painfully short I can pass for fourteen. Maybe I should be a high school girl? Even as a Love Wrecker I understand the struggle of trying to look pretty enough for a boy to like you.
When I transfer my body to the physical world, I'm allowed to make adjustments to my attire. I chose to wear light blue skinny jeans and black converse because I think they looked cool, but my top was an oversized light pink T-shirt advertising a candy themed pop group. A hot pink bow was clipped in my hair, but I kind of wanted to rip it out it was so girly. Maintaining an image is harder than it appears.
A backpack and high school textbooks materialized out of thin air. They looked and felt real, but they would vanish if I maintained the illusion for too long. I slung the pack over my shoulder and carried the books in my arms, as if I'm a student going home after staying late studying at the library.
I stood at the corner of the sidewalk, waiting for Kaito to come close enough for me to "resume" going home and "accidentally" crash into him as a result. Cliché, I know, but I like the overused. What's more fun than mocking and making smart ass comments at how ridiculously cheesy something is? Well, besides destroying happy peoples' relationships.
When the time was right, I pretended to scurry around the corner. As planned, I crashed into Kaito, allowed my textbooks to fall on the cement, and quickly and nervously apologized as I dropped to my knees to pick the books back up. As expected, Kaito also knelt and began to help me gather everything.
Every action of mine was down to a science. When Kaito and I reached for the same textbook at the same time and "accidentally" brushed hands, I snatched my arm away and cradled my fingers to my chest. "Sorry," I said softly, sweetly, as a blush adorned the apples of my cheeks. Kaito looked at my face then, and when we made direct eye contact for the first time, I turned away as if bashful and allowed my cheeks to become pinker. "I'm such a klutz," I added quietly.
Damn! I deserved an Oscar for that performance.
"No, it's my fault," he replied in his husky voice. I have to admit, it sounded nicer to those human ears. "I should have been more careful."
I fumbled over myself as if lost for words, but manage a "thank you" when he handed me the half of the books I didn't collect. He helped me to my feet, and I smiled like the sweet little girl I'm not.
"She's cute," I whispered into his heart while my physical form continued to blush. "Way prettier than Miku, and probably a lot nicer than that witch you call your girlfriend. Maybe you should get to know her." At first I thought I was failing because Kaito didn't seem to respond, but before I knew it, he was saying, "My name is Kaito Shion. What's yours?"
I responded so quietly the first time that Kaito had to ask me to repeat myself. "I'm Rin Kagamine," I told him, using my real name.
"Well, Rin," Kaito said, "I guess I'll see ya around."
"Yeah, I guess," I replied. We looked at each other one last time before we supposedly went our separate ways. Only I let my physical form slip away and began following after him.
As he continued his walk to the grocery store and then home, I snuck around inside his heart. I whispered sweet fantasies of him and me together, doing all kinds of unspeakable things. Surprisingly, he liked the ideas, so I knew I was on the right track. Slowly he began slipping away and falling under my control. Unaware of what I was doing, Kaito didn't fight me as I, inside our heart of hearts, wrapped my arms around his neck and fell in so that my lips connected with his. Before our soft flesh met, I whispered my favorite line before the real work begins.
"Why would you want to stay in love when it's more fun to fall?"