Nightmare Before Christmas

By: Continūu

Rating: T

Summary:
You'll never know what you have until you lose it. Sometimes you don't realize that something's important to you until it's only a memory. And at times like this do I think back and ponder at how foolish I was. If I wasn't such a fool, I would've taken it seriously; that nightmare before Christmas...

Disclaimer:
Unless the world did end, then I do NOT own these fellow Vocaloids whatsoever. Hehehe. I like that word. Whatsoever. Heh-heh.

Authoress' Notes:
Me: Firstly... Hey, guys! Nice to see you! ...well, that is, if anyone actually reads this thing.

Caramel: Yeah, like that's totally gonna happen.

Me: Oh, just shut up? Anyway, this is the first FanFic that I've ever uploaded, it's not one of my best pieces... I mean, I've written better than this, I swear. It's just that I tend to write on paper and those flat things are just so easy to lose... :(

Caramel: *scoffs*

Me: ...yea. Ditto it's not really good, so, please tell me what I can improve on this story :D

notes:

[A/N: me interrupting you for a second]

I was trapped in a trance that I couldn't remember entering. My footsteps could be heard in the lonely night, along with traffic noises right next to me. I stopped walking right on the edge of the dirt path. For unforeseen reasons my feet had brought me here. I glanced around, noticing my surroundings as a place called Tanza Bridge. The famous place where it was rumored to be one of the most unluckiest of places. City lights reflected on the river's calm surface, graffiti artist's canvases here and there, and some lights that could really be replaced with newer ones. The way it blinks every now and then gave me the creeps. Then I noticed a rustling noise. My eyes focused on a lone figure, standing still towards the middle of the pedestrian path of the bridge.

Like falling into an illusion again, it seemed like my body was moving towards him without me controlling it. As I walked closer, I saw that he was holding… a knife. Worry shot through my mind. But it wasn't a worry towards myself, but for the figure, as he looked like he was slicing his own hands with his knife.

I started running as fast as I could. "Ugh— Dammit! Hey!" I yelled as I stopped next to him and snatched his knife from his bloody fist. I threw it on the ground, noticing at the amount of blood all over the path. Just how long has he been doing this…?

"Who the hell are you? Idiot— Were you trying to commit suicide?! Just what were you thinking! Are you crazy? You think that suicide is just some kind of a gimmick? Listen, buster, suicide is not the solution! Just… Why are you doing this?" I ranted as I try to look at his face that kept looking at the ground. I couldn't really comprehend the feeling that I knew this guy. But I still felt like I had an amnesia; I couldn't seem to remember anything.

Instead of answering, he just stood there, still staring on the ground like there was a magical kingdom there, and just smiled.

'Is he… mentally ill?' I thought.

A deep, yet soft voice broke my train of thoughts.

"Because I was destined to leave you."

"Wait— M-me?" I stuttered, not expecting his answer to be so… strange. But before I had time to let my mind fully process the answer, all of the sudden…

He straightened up, stepped on the thick fence, and jumped off the cliff.

With quick reflexes, I stretched my right arm as long as I could, trying to grab and save him. I managed to swiftly get hold of his hand.

"Are you losing your mind?! Don't just—"

"Goodbye, Rin..."

'Huh? He knows my name? Who… is he?' "No! I'll never let go of you, you strange kid!"

He just stared at me with a hopeful glance. His deep cerulean eyes were sharp in the moonlight. Like it was probing my mind, trying to make me let go of him. Cerulean eyes…

"Len?!" I exclaimed, shocked to no end. "What? …Len? But… how? Why? Why is he… Len?" Len, my best friend, since we met… at the orphanage… Why? "I… I-I don't…" My mind was buzzing with unanswered questions. For a second there I thought I was going to let go of him, but I gained my senses back. I held his hand as strongly as I can.

"Len… Why… why are you like this?" I asked, my voice weak from shock. "Why… Why, Len…?"

He just smiled and swung his other hand near the holes of the fence.

'Yes! …Yes! C'mon, Len, hold on—!'

I had my hopes too high for saving him.

I had forgotten how clever he is.

He held on the fence, grabbed his knife… and cut his own wrist.

"…goodbye…"

Me: There, I'll try and type the whole lot up first then start updating.

Caramel: That's never gonna end up working. You'll go all like "oh holiday disease" and "well it's not like you can do any better" and "oh look, flying caramel sauce" and crap at me!

Me: *sighes* I know. I'm such a failure. *cries*

Caramel: *uneasy* Eh? Um, stop crying, no, no you're not.

Me: N-no, you were right. All I do is crap. Because my name is Continūu, and I have a crap face, on a crap head, I am crap and crap is my favourite colour. Eh? Eh? *sobs*

Caramel: *awkwardly pats Continūu's head* There, there.

Me: *hic-cups* Did you know that crap grows in extreme climates? Huh?

Caramel: Um... Yes, yes, it does. Now for all you amazing readers out there who is lucky enough to not be... here, I guess, please review and tell us what you think! This story could do a whole lot of ideas.

Me: *sniffs* T-that was my line.

Caramel: Okay, that was Continūu talking. Not me.

Word Count: 1,015

~reviews please!~