Nightmarish Proposal

Summary: He promised to take away her frightening days if she agreed to his proposal. However, she didn't, and now he was bent on getting her to agree. Based on Dream Eating colored Monochrome.

Previously:

The baku proposed to the little girl, but he didn't expect that'd she'd reject him. Interested in having a human bride, he made a deal that by the next full moon that he'll win her over. Before she could speak, the baku disappeared.


"I'm being serious, you should stay home."

"I'm fine Gakupo, I just didn't have as much sleep as I wanted, that's it," she answered, tugging at her socks to pull them up to her knees. She brushed her hand over her plaid skirt and fixed the collar of her short-sleeved dress shirt. The purple-haired man was standing behind her, watching her warily with a broom in his hands and an apron tied around his waist. He was still sweeping up the house in preparation for his date since she was heading out of the house, however, he was currently thinking about cancelling it, worried for her health.

He considered the consequences of her pushing herself when he wasn't around and started to panic. His expression twisted into a deadlock of wariness and panic and soon he started stating the turn of events that could happen while she was away. As he started spouting out random scenarios like the school bursting into flames and she was stuck in her nightmarish flashbacks only to burn into ashes, or an earthquake happening and she would be stuck and unable to get out or… The list started getting unbelievably obscure as the seconds ticked by.

Luckily, she had twenty minutes until school started and she rode on her bike to get there. She raked her slender fingers through her obnoxiously long teal locks and sighed in annoyance. She loved Gakupo as if he was her real father, but sometimes his overprotective nature was a hindrance to having a real social life. There was a time he was contemplating on getting her a bodyguard just so she wouldn't be attacked while strolling through the streets. It felt like he was making sure to get her a babysitter and it irked her despite the fact that she should be thankful that he was going to such ridiculous lengths in keeping her safe.

Actually, with his protective nature, he was washing away her father's image and it scared her.
"Miku?" Gakupo called, shaking her shoulder gently. She snapped out of her fearful thought and gave him a blank look. His worried look intensified. "Miku, please, go back upstairs and sleep, I'll just call Gumi and cancel our date and –"

"No! You guys never have time alone and-and…um…I…" She was shaking. Gakupo, being the sympathetic guy he was, forced a smile and shook his head.

"Okay, fine, but if you feel like going home just call me, okay?" She smiled at him and gave him a tight hug. Then she ran out the door after slipping on her bag and strolled to the elevator.

The scene replayed itself in her head as she caught a glimpse of the monochrome colored ring around her ring finger and scowled at it. She barely knew that baku and he wanted to marry her for some whimsical fantasy of having a human bride? Not only that, she was completely entertaining the thought that he was real, but there was no evidence that he was fake due to the fact that no matter what she did, she couldn't take the damned ring off. She's been trying in the morning and it was a mystery as to why Gakupo hasn't commented on the strange piece of jewelry.

He would usually question where she got most of them since he didn't want her to grow up materialistic – which she wasn't due to his guidance away from flashy objects. She breathed in a hollow breath and tugged at the ring once more.

"Still no good," she muttered and clicked her tongue. She glared at the ring while it innocently stared back and the elevator fell to the floor of the lobby, opening its doors. She walked through it, seeing people roaming around it and heading to the stairs or the waiting elevator. Unguarded, she headed out through the double doors, still tugging at the piece of monochromatic jewelry as it resisted her applied force. Then, she heard a familiar laugh that chilled her to the very bone of her being.

Her nightmares of dread personified themselves in the front of the apartment complex.

A handsome young man stood at the gates of the apartment building that housed her home, a welcoming smirk dancing on his lips, and making her cringe. He was dressed up in a regular dress shirt with the buttons in their respective places, not one off, and a pair of black slacks with neatly polished black dress shoes to match. His hair was tied up in a low ponytail and his bangs were brushed to the side with a clip holding them back. Instead of his formal clothes and fedora hat, the baku actually looked like a regular high schooler. …Aside from the monochrome-colored ring that dressed his left ring finger…this matched hers so perfectly that it sickened her.

The gates were closed and he was chatting up a storm with the guard keeper, his stunning eyes with a mischievous glint in them, and Miku, who was gaping with her mouth-catching flies, was confused tremendously. Why was he here? Didn't he…wasn't he…w-wasn't he a baku? Then…then… She needed to brush up on her reading about what the heck a baku was.

She eyed him cautiously and just like that, her heart dropped down to her stomach and had a spasm attack, knocking itself silly at the discovery she caught. "What is he…?"

She was cut off by his irritating yet captivating voice, "Ah, there she is! Please sir, that's my lady over there," he told the guard who gave a surprising look. She was known to be well protected in the building complex, and well, it wasn't everyday a guy said such a thing in such a polite tone nowadays. Usually it'd be, 'that's my girl, right there!' or something more vulgar than that.

"W-Why…" she stammered as the gates opened and she was left vulnerable. Instead of finishing her stuttered breath of a sentence, she spun on her heel and was ready to return home. Gakupo was right, she should've stayed home and been a good girl instead of pretending to be a fighter and go to school. Unfortunately, her arm was caught and she was forced to turn around, feeling his arm hook around her shoulders.

"My apologies, I know I shouldn't treat you so roughly, little miss," the fellow commented, with an apologetic smile. Even though it should've graced her heart with warmth, it didn't and only invited an impending fear of being alone with this baku. "Now, let's head to school and not waste the nice man's time." He nodded a thankful nod at the guard who tipped his hat in support of the blond fellow while Miku was trembling in his hold.

Someone, pleasesave her now.

The two began moving with the fellow leading her to school. Passing by several early birds strolling down the street, it seemed as though the two received more attention than she would have liked. His arm was still hooked around her shoulders and she felt like he was holding her closer than any normal person should. The ring was burning its mark around her finger and she wasn't sure if she could stand the mere thought of marrying this creep for another second.

"By the way, you can call me Len Kagamine, or your future husband. Give or take, I really don't mind either one," he told her, giving her a haughty glance. She pressed her lips together and shoved him off, dusting off her shoulders from his touch.

She wanted to slap him, to make him go away, to tell him that the deal was off and that she'd prefer monochromatic days instead of marrying someone she didn't love. This marriage was a joke. It couldn't be possible to make it legal. Not at all. He was some psychotic creep who claims to be a baku and broke into her room- …Wait, why didn't she call the cops on him? Wow, was she an idiot.

She quickly whipped out her cell phone and dialed Gakupo's number, knowing him, he would rush out of the apartment and come to her aid without a second thought. To exaggerate this further, he could probably get here without a chance for either of them to take another breath. He was that overprotective.

After two rings, the sound of his protective tone chirped from the other line, "Miku? What's wrong? Are you okay?" Let the barrage of questions begin.

Happy that he picked up without that Len character butting in, Miku smiled haughtily. Hmph, take that you demented child. "Ga-"

"Oh, Mr. Kamui!" Len sang as if he was familiar with the purple-haired man. Okay, what was going on? No boy could possibly be that cheery when it concerned her foster father, at least none of the boys she knew (and especially the ones she dated). So, this blond-haired boy beside her was seriously asking for a death wish. In just another moment Gakupo was going to start shouting and threatening the boy without a need to breathe oxygen and he'll be out of Miku's hair and in a jail cell for intrusion and…other legal things that she didn't want to think about.

…Then he pulled a trick…

"Oh! Len, you're with Miku?" How in the world did he get Gakupo to stop his tirade and exchange it with a happier and relaxed tone? What was this – the Twilight Zone? She checked back on the conversation, pulling the phone away from her ear took a glance at the baku and then placed the device back to its original position.

"…Gakupo, since when did you know Len?"

"Huh? Miku, are you sure you're okay?"

Okay this was getting freaky. She checked back on the devilish baku who smiled so innocently it started to blind her. Did he do something to Gakupo when she wasn't paying attention? Maybe it was during those nights he entered her room that he did the same with the purple-haired man and brainwashed him. She panicked. He didn't have to do anything to her foster father! He's a good man who no one should mess with. Yes, she loved him a lot and wasn't afraid to say that she did.

Now she was avoiding the question that's bugging her. When on Earth did Len meet Gakupo and somehow win the man's favor? No one in her circle of friends ever received that relief tone that had a dash of trust in it from her foster father. This was freaky.

Len chuckled and took the phone when Miku wasn't responding.

"My apologies, Mr. Kamui, I think Miku's a little absent-minded because of our English test. She really wants that perfect score." He paused and the teal-haired girl watched him suspiciously, still ruminating on how he was prattling so easily with Gakupo. There was just no way, at least non-humanly, possible that anyone could win over his trust and have a friendly chat – especially a teenager. This was madness. "I keep telling her that she's got the best chance to get the top score, but she won't listen. It might be because of…ah…" Len laughed.

"What are you doing?" the girl hissed. She was getting sick of the boy.

He waved his hand, pleased with the conversation happening on the phone line. "Yes sir, I assure you she's merely nervous. I'll try to assure her that she'll do well and yes sir, straight home." He paused once more to listen. "Oh you have a date? I'll take Miku to the library so we can study. Yes sir, the library."

The growing smile on the blue-eyed boy's face increased as the teal-haired girl's lips turned into a dreadful frown. Oh no…he was winning Gakupo over somehow! How was he…? Was there… Wait…this was possible?

"Okay, Miku sends her regards as well. Enjoy your date with Ms. Nakajima." He hung up and handed back her green cell phone with the onigiri strap dangling in the air. "Your foster father is a delight to talk to," he commented with a sly smile. Miku scowled. This was getting suspicious. No boy her age easily could easily charm her foster father…and they especially never knew about Gumi!

"How do you know all of this?" she finally questioned after he started dragging her towards the school building. There was no way out of his hold and she didn't resist this time since other pedestrians were shooting them looks. "…How did you do all of this?"

Len didn't look back, and no matter how hard Miku tried to look, she didn't need to see his expression to know it. "I have my ways." There was definitely an evil glint in his eyes as well as a roguish smirk on his smooth lips. It sent a chill down her spine.


Miku wasn't feeling that well during the school day. Sure, her (supposed) husband-to-be wasn't sitting beside her, like that annoyingly common cliché found in romance stories, but his presence was so overwhelming it felt like he was. She tried to keep her eyes away from the boy who sat diagonally behind her to the right, but failed to do so. Whenever she glanced his way, his eyes would be locked on her with a cunning smile on his lips and a sweet wave waiting for her. Miku guessed that she was doing this often when the teacher called her out on it,

"Miku, stop looking at your boyfriend and pay more attention to me, okay? I'd like to think I'm far more attractive than any male in this room."

The class chuckled and sniggered to themselves and she glared at the surface of her desk once the lesson resumed. Even without his annoying voice prickling at her nerves he still pissed her off and somehow hypnotized everyone to thinking he was her…wait…hold up…

"Boyfriend?" she parroted like an imbecile. Everyone gave her a strange look and when she looked around the class, her teal eyes landed on a chuckling bundle of blond hair that was hiding his growing smile behind his hand. He was really trying not to burst out laughing while a curtain of confusion fell on the class and the lime light was settled nicely on the teal-haired beauty. Then she repeated the dreadful status title in her head and when it finally clicked, she slammed her hands on the surface of her desk.

Everyone jumped slightly, save for a certain baku sitting in the back, and started wondering why this girl was going loco on them. Then she pointed backwards at the dream-eater with a furious look stretched over her face. The teacher blinked at her, holding his planner in his hand, and waited to find out what on Earth she was doing.

"That demon is NOT my boyfriend!" she screamed.

And so she was kicked out of class for disrupting it. Well then. Fine. If that baku wants to screw around with the life, she had then she'll just have to beat whatever game he was playing, or him, whichever comes first. She was hoping to beat Len first, though.

"Sounds like someone's thinking of me through their daydreams," Len interrupted and Miku staggered a bit from the windows of the class. She spun around, facing the smiling boy with a glare. So what? Now he could infiltrate her daydreams instead of her usual nightmares. He titled his head and pushed the class window a bit further to the left so he could fully lean out and grab a handful of her hair. "What nice hair, so long too." He brought it up to his lips and gave a gentle gaze at the girl in front of him who still held hostility.

She slapped his hand and let her strands fall back to their original places. "What did you do to everyone here? Last time I checked, I just broke up with Yuuma." Despite that fact that she recently broke up with him yesterday afternoon was still fresh in her mind, but this blond creep was a little bit more overwhelming as a problem. He did some sort of witch craft to mind screw everyone because there was no way Gakupo would have a friendly tone, Gumi meeting the boy, or everyone knowing Len. He was never part of their class and he just sat there without anyone questioning his existence.

The moment they entered the room, everyone greeted them as the future married couple with the girls complaining that Len was taken and the guys joking around with the baku. What the heck? This was not normal. Why not anyone saw that something was wrong? That something was out of place? That the creature in the back of the class was not human!

"Yuuma?" Len echoed with a slight smirk as he climbed through the window and closed it behind the bustling class scattering through the room to eat lunch. Students scurried passed the couple, not glancing twice at their path, which puzzled the teal-haired girl furthermore. "Little miss," a chill was sent down her spine at the sound of his pet name for her. It was both nostalgic and horrifying, "I think you're a little mixed-up, you're my future wife." He towered over her and she didn't realize it until now that he was far taller than she was.

She shivered in her school shoes, scared. The ring on her finger loosened and then she took this chance to pry it off. His eyes darted down and grabbed her dainty hands, pulling them to his lips and he tenderly kissed her knuckles. She felt her face heat up at the sudden intimate contact and shoved him away, only to fail. He stilled stood in his spot, in front of her, and with a playful smile on his face.

"You can't get rid of me that easily. It's still the first day and from the looks of that adorable expression on your face, I won some points to wooing you over."

She scowled, glaring at him and continued to try to pry her hands from his grasp. Why did he have to have a good grip?

"Let go," she growled as intimidating as possible.

He merely smiled and brushed his lips against her left cheek, catching her off guard. The blush on her face increased a little color and…then she screamed, much to Len's chagrin.

"Stop it, you demon!" she screeched and somehow threw him a few feet down the hall. She breathed heavily, not realizing how much attention was drawn to them, and finally recognized that she threw her so-called husband down the hall. Oh shoot. Yuuma taught her that as a just in case while they were dating for those seven months. He believed that girls should defend themselves if there aren't any guys around and he strictly taught her the basics (he didn't think she was ready for any intermediate attacks since she was still a beginner).

Len laid there for a bit, on his back, on the tiled floor, and stared quizzically at the ceiling. He did not expect the girl to know any defense moves, but… With a smirk, he sat up back without problem, ignored the cautious and shocked expressions of the witnesses, and laughed. This Miku Hatsune was definitely going to make a worthwhile wife. When he was about to comment on that, she disappeared from the class hallway and he discovered her long strands flying up staircase.

Another smirk. Okay, let her have some space before class begins. He chuckled, got up, and dusted himself off as students crowded around him to see if he was okay. As he answered them with smooth words and friendly smiles, he was already devising the next step in winning over the human girl. She was definitely beating the set of standards he laid out the moment he proposed to her.

She was both a fighter and a looker, definitely an interesting bride to have. Also, it's not every day that a normal high school girl was so speculative despite the fact that she's coupled with a popular boy. He made sure that he perfected stepping into this world and that everyone here was tricked into believing that he's been here since the very beginning. It was simple since these students were extremely simple-minded – only concentrated on their social lives or grades. At least they had delicious daydreams.

However, when it came to dreams, he preferred Miku's any day of the week.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, better than okay, actually," he answered with an inviting smile.

This month was definitely going to be interesting.


"Len?" Haku parroted as she ate her triangular sandwich and leaned against her chair. "He's your boyfriend…remember?" she reminded slowly, worried about her friend's well-being. Teto bobbed her head in agreement, wondering why their friend was asking them such a bizarre question.

"Ku-Ne," That was her nickname for Miku, using the last sounds of her first and last name as a sort of bizarre naming system. Teto called Haku, Ha-Yo only because she had the same last sounds as Miku did. However, it didn't stick as smoothly with Haku… "Are you feeling okay? I mean, did you hit your head trying to play basketball correctly in your apartment?"

Teto gave her a skeptical look, while gnawing her French bread. Oh no, Miku feared, they think she's going crazy.

"B-But, you guys remember that I dated Yuuma, right?"

Teto spat out her bits of bread. "Y-Yuuma? Since when? He's been dating Sonika since the third year of Junior High!"

Wait…what? She's been dating him for the last seven months!

Haku cautiously entered the conversation after finishing off a small piece of her sandwich. Her red eyes scanned her teal-haired best friend in hopes of understanding what the problem was. Maybe she was feeling ill. Oh…that could be it since Miku took the time out of her weekend to take care of the usually sickly silvery-haired girl. She panicked and dropped her sandwich in her lunch box.

"M-Miku! I-If you're sick, please don't see it as a bother for me to take care of you!" the bustier of the three cried out and grabbed the girl into her chest. "I'm sorry for making you sick!" She kept crying and the teal-haired girl couldn't process any air.

Great, she's making Haku cry!

"H-Haku!" Miku gasped, pushing away from the girl's strong hold (with the help of hyperactive Teto of course). "I-I'm fine!"

After a minute of tearing teal from silver, Miku was freed and was breathing heavily. Man, when Haku gets fired up, she doesn't know when to let go. However, these two, much to her chagrin, believed that Len is really her boyfriend and that she didn't date Yuuma despite the fact she's been with him only until yesterday. Curiouser and curiouser…

What in the world did that baku do to her friends? To the people around them?

She needed to investigate further.

The drill-haired girl blinked at the silence, giving the red-eyed girl a glance, and then returned her intense stares to Miku. "Er…Ku-Ne," she squeaked and that snapped her friend out of her trance. "Class started."

Oh, man…


"Now then, you need to check where you placed the signs, Miku," Len informed, leaning over her worksheets. She backed off, not liking his body hovering over hers. He erased her mistakes and wrote the corrections, scribbling them. She tried to keep her eyes on the mass of numbers of equations, not in the mood for Algebraic equations and how it won't help her in life. "And with this problem, it's negative, not positive."

He resumed marking down her failure of a worksheet while she glared at his moving hands. The ring was clearly mocking her and she was ready to burn it to ashes.

What she wouldn't do to get a knife to slice her ring finger off.

Then Len leaned back, done correcting her mistakes and sighed. He looked bored and Miku felt small satisfaction with that. This shows that they're not compatible, at least with her last boyfriends there was more chatting when doing homework assignments. So maybe sitting in awkward silence would bring him to his senses that a human bride was going to be boring when compared to his own kin. Maybe she should persuade him into trying some baku dating site?

Who knows if that exists, as long as she isn't the object of his affection. …If he even has affection.

Do bakus even have the ability to hold affection? Yes? No?

"Hey Miku," Len started while resting his cheek on his open palm and his elbow propped on the table. "Do you like playing hard to get?"

Huh? What a random question.

"…No…it just happens," she answered, unconfident.

"Ah." It was more of a sigh than an actually voiced comment. Where was he going with this? "You're interesting."

"Eh?" she squeaked unwillingly and finally met his eyes…his charming, captivating eyes… She wanted to slap herself right now. There was a soft smile on his lips; something she didn't expect to see due to how he's been moving a bit too fast since she encountered him after so many years of making these so-called pacts. She wasn't too sure what her brain was processing right now, was she supposed to blush out of embarrassment, out of anger, out of…pleasure of seeing his gentle gaze solely locked on her?

Oh no. No. She mentally dismissed those disgusting thoughts. Her mind was merely tired. That was it. No more. No more.

"Judging by your expression, I've found another opportunity." She heard Len murmur and found that he was pressing his forehead against hers, his hand pushing her bangs away. His eyes were intently staring into hers and without a second of hesitation, he pressed his lips against hers quickly. Her face instantly erupted into a splash of red and she hid her lips with her hands.

He did not just do that! And in a library of all places! This baku was going too fast.

"No temperature," he noted while fixing her bangs with a smirk on his face. "But you're still feeling warm; want me to take you to the health room?"

She shook her head, still flustered. Why was she flustered? Oh right, she was pissed. Not embarrassed, pissed. There's a difference and a good reason to be pissed.

When he was about to reach for her again, she kicked the leg of his chair and knocked him off it, glaring down at him on the floor. Her eyes were narrowed and her arms were akimbo. She tapped her foot, debating whether to kick him to rub salt into the wound or storm out of the usually quiet library. Students who managed their time in the room watched with annoyed yet amused expressions during their study time.

"Don't follow me," she ordered and stormed out after gathering things.

Moron, she thought while stamping through the school halls to go home, what a moron. As she stormed through, she could feel her face heat up with each step and in retort, slammed her bag into a nearby wall, almost colliding with a student making a turn. She was muttering some vulgar words under her breath and the innocent student scurried away to safety.

"It's not going to be that easy, Len!" she screamed, balling up her hands into fists.

She could practically hear his amused laugh in her head. Great, now she could imagine what his response would be.

This was going to be a rough month.


This chapter had so many parts rewritten and oh man...during the library scene, I was just done with this chapter so that's why it's rushed and very unlike me blah blah blah...I can't think right now. I didn't want to insert romance due to the fact of the contest in which romance was everywhere (my own fault, yes I know, but still, the romance level was freaking insane o_o)

Okay guys, how do you want this month to go? Suggest some things to me and I'll see if I'll put it in, and if not, then sorry, it's most likely due to the fact that I can't put in everyone's suggestions.

SUGGESTIONS ARE GREAT.

This chapter had more shipping service than any other chapter I wrote (I think). There isn't going to be that many shipping moments in the future chapters (I think) because I actually have an idea cause this is totally following a shoujo/shounen plot cliche. LET'S GO.

Oh, I got a comment that Len sounded hot in the last chapter, so I'm hoping that he does in this one. You know who I'm talking about.

"Aren't you just the cutest thing?"

~Ventus