~Love Tears Us Apart~

~Chapter 2: Juliet~

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"It was love at first sight. I knew I would never forget you." -Love Tears Us Apart, Miku "Juliet" Hatsune.

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The tealette, Miku "Juliet" Hatsune, watched as the handsome Len raced away from her. A sigh followed right after as she turned her dark green gaze to the marble floor. Another man had run away from her… again. Was there something about her that made males hate her or something? She was told she was pretty, beautiful even. Except… her heart was always being broken. She remembered Piko Utatane, Gumo, Ted, and so on. There were too many guys who had left her for others. She wasn't the one who dumped them, like most people seemed to believe. She was the one being dumped. Why did she have to be the one in the family with all the heart-breaks? Her brother, Mikuo, was fine. He was dating Teto…? Mikuo was a well-known heart-breaker and player, but Miku had yet to see him with someone who he truly did love. It's not that he didn't love Teto… it's just; she wasn't the "one" for him. Sooner or later, those two would break up.

Miku's forest green eyes stared after Len racing away into the crowd and disappearing. Her pretty pink lips curled into a pout. True she was the only daughter of the Hatsune family. Her wits and intelligence got her along quite well, along with her agility and grace. Miku spent all her free time reading and sometimes writing in her diary she kept. Miku was book smart and maybe not so much as street smart. That's probably why Mikuo was always so brotherly and overprotective of his little sister. Miku couldn't hurt a fly. She was shy, but had this attractive air around her. When someone spoke to her, he or she would feel comfortable with her.

She sighed once more. Maybe she would be friend-zoned for her entire life… Maybe she'll die as the famous "Hatsune Widow Number 2". She had actually met her aunt who was called the "Hatsune Widow". She had always believed she had a husband, when she didn't. She had been driven mad by the constant whispers that had gone through every ball she attended. Everyone knew that sooner or later she would go completely crazy from all that gossip.

Miku pouted. Something about Len drew her towards him. He wasn't like most guys who were proud of their wealth. He was different, but still the same in a way. It was definitely love at first sight for Miku… she would never forget him. She couldn't say the same for him though. He had seemed to want to bolt from the situation right when she asked him his name. Her parents had wanted her to get married to SeeWoo, the rich, famous aristocrat that had girls lining up to be his bride. SeeWoo and Miku were childhood friends and they had a special bond. Miku felt nothing for SeeWoo, and she doubted he did either.

A blond boy slipped right next to her. His face was covered by a black mask with a splash of orange on it. His lips curled into a grin as he took Miku in. "Hey."

Miku looked up, and a smile graced her lips. "Hi."

He chuckled lightly, his dark baby blue eyes lighting up just slightly. "How's it going for you in this little ball of yours?" He asked, his brows raised.

"I don't know SeeWoo. Another man just ran away from me again…" She sighed, her lips pursing.

SeeWoo smiled and hugged her lightly. "Ah, don't worry Miku. You'll find someone. I mean, you're pretty, smart, graceful. Heck, you have the whole package!"

Miku chuckled under her breath slightly, smiling. "Thanks SeeWoo. You always know how to make a girl feel better." She said.

"Of course, how do you think all those girls follow me? I'm like an idol to them!" He said, winking.

"Oh, shut up." Miku replied and stalked off. SeeWoo's chuckle followed after her as she walked away from him back into the crowd.

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That night, after the party, Miku was dead tired. She groaned, flopping onto her bed in her white night gown. The fabric hugged her body, but it had an airy feel to it. Most said that in the dress, Miku looked like a goddess or even a beautiful angel from above. Miku smiled, twirling a strand of stray teal hair as she hugged her pillow to her chest. Images of Len fluttered through her mind endlessly. How much more could she take? She was probably head over heels for this stranger, and he most likely didn't feel anything for her. She buried her pretty face into the pillow, screaming into it. Nothing ever went well for Miku.

There were so many heart breaks, rumors, and of course… the marriages. Her parents had been trying to find her a suitor for so long. She had no interest in any of them… well, that was a lie. She had an interest in some of them. They had seemed to like her too, but after careful prodding, it was assumed wrong. They all had a beloved they left behind in this forced marriage. Pity had taken over Miku and she had claimed she didn't really love her fiancé.

Miku groaned. She was a bit too nice… okay, that was an understatement. She was well-known for being really nice. Some people took advantage of her that way. She couldn't help it. She really did care for everything and everyone. Too bad this was reality.

Just about to drift off to sleep, Miku heard something pounding against her windows. Her eyes shot open in surprise. Tiny little pebbles were being thrown against her glass doors. It was a surprise the glass didn't break at all.

"Psst! Miku?" A voice whispered yelled from by her balcony. Miku stood up, walking gracefully over to it, looking down. Her teal hair fell around her like a waterfall.

"Len?!" A startled whisper left her lips. Her eyes widened and she felt her cheeks heat up.

Len smiled and waved. "Hey." He sat on a tree branch, completely comfortable where he was. He was still in his masquerade outfit, but his yellow tie was loosened and hung around his neck casually. His face was still obscured by his black midnight mask.

Miku blinked. "I thought…" She trailed off, averting her glance.

Len smiled once more and hopped onto the balcony railing, sitting down on it. He watched her with his cerulean colored eyes. "You thought what?"

Miku shook her head. "It's nothing, never mind."

Len stood up, taking a step towards Miku. His fingers tilted her chin up so that they were at the same eye level. "What is it?" His eyes searched hers.

"I-It's nothing." Miku stammered, trying to look away.

Len leaned closer. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Miku replied, trying to sound bold.

Len sighed, stepping away and shrugging. "Well, I wanted to… well confess something."

"And what is that?" Miku asked, curiosity flickering in her gaze.

"The truth is… I'm not a "Kagene". I'm closely related to one, but I'm not…" Len replied. He looked down at his feet; his expression was not readable.

"Then what is your last name?" Miku asked, hurt appearing on her face.

"I'm a Kagamine." Len said, raising his eyes up to Miku. He pulled the mask from his face and stepped towards her.

"I'm so sorry Miku… I should've told you before…" He whispered.

Now that his face was exposed, she sucked in a large breath of air. His face was like that of an angel. His beautiful cerulean eyes were saddened by guilt. Her fingers touched his full pink lips and she smiled slightly. His soft blond hair was still tied up in its ponytail with the ribbon. She touched it lightly. Miku's own forest eyes flicked back up to his cerulean ones. They were enchanting, drawing her in. She could barely feel the feather soft touch of Len's fingers on her chin. Suddenly they were kissing.

Miku's eyelids fluttered in shock before she closed them in pleasure. The kiss was a sweet and passionate one. Len's tongue prodded her bottom lip, begging for entrance. Miku eagerly obeyed, letting their tongues intertwine. Both of them didn't even seem to notice the lack of oxygen they were getting. They just continued to embrace and kiss. They melded together as if they were soul mates. It was hard to see where Len began and where Miku ended in the dim lighting. Finally, both pulled away from each other. They took in a lungful of air trying to steady their hearts. Both were hesitant to pull away, yearning for each other.

Len's gaze swept over Miku's face hungrily. He wanted more. Miku felt a light blush spread across her cheeks as she looked away. She coughed slightly, looking at Len.

"If you're a Kagamine…" Miku said, pulling away from him. She stepped into the safety of her room.

"So what if I'm a Kagamine, Miku?" He asked, stepping forward, following her.

"We can't be together. We can't even be talking to each other!" Miku said, pushing a strand of hair away from her face.

"So?" Len asked, his brow raised.

"Len, just because you're a really good kisser-" Miku started, only to be cut off.

"You think I'm a good kisser?" Len asked, a smirk curling at his lips.

"Yes, but that's not the point. The point is, I doubt you even really having feelings for me. I'm probably just a toy you're using-" Miku tried to get her reasoning out, but she was cut off once again.

Len's finger pressed against Miku's lips. "Shh, don't speak like that. That isn't true… I may be well-known for being a heartless man. Not to mention that I have never fallen in love… However, to be honest, I think this is love at first sight. I have never yearned for anyone as much as I have yearned for you. I have never felt so attracted to someone before. You are different; you make me feel alive and happy. You make me feel like the person I've always wanted to be." Len whispered.

Miku cocked her head to the side. Her teal hair fell in waves over her shoulder. "And how can I believe you?"

She wanted to believe him so badly… but what if he was lying? These Kagamines were well-known for their trickery and deceiving looks. That was maybe partly the reason why the Kagamines and Hatsunes were so against each other. True the ball tonight was supposed to settle their differences… but Miku doubted it did anything. Miku had never really cared much about the Kagamines, but now she did. One look at Len was all it took to get her heart swelling up again. She could feel it thumping against her chest.

Thump, thump. She could see his lips moving then a smirk graced his lips. Those perfect full lips started to come even closer, dangerously close. Miku blinked rapidly, trying to think.

Thump. She was totally freaking out. Thump. What was going on with her?! Thump. Thump. She could feel the heat flashing across her cheeks. Thump. Thump.

Those lips connected with hers in one smooth motion. The heat from her cheeks flared up even more. Miku swore her heart was pounding so loudly that maybe Len could even hear it. Her heart cut off her hearing as she was filled with sudden bliss. Those lips seemed to be made for her. They fit with hers almost as if they were a puzzle piece. Her fingers searched for his, as his searched for hers. Their hands intertwined; they pressed up against each other. Once more, the need for oxygen was quickly blocked off from their minds. The kiss seemed to last for an eternity, and Miku wished it did.

Finally, Len cut the kiss off once more, licking his lips. "Now do you believe me?" He asked, his eyes half lidded and his smile sexily dangerous.

Miku giggled, still in a dreamy daze. She nodded and stepped closer. "I do." She whispered, nestling her head into the crook in his neck. She felt arms wrap around her waist and she snuggled even closer. They stood like that for what seemed like hours. The moonlight shone on them, giving the whole scene a romantic look. Roses surrounded them and Len's midnight black mask lay on the floor, forgotten. For now, they would bathe in the warmth of each others' arms.

Hopefully, this night wouldn't be their very last.

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