Oh shnap (try saying it like that. It's fun, I promise). I forgot to mention something way back when and probably will from here out.
Standard Issue Disclaimer that-will-hopefully-count-for-all-chapters (that last part was the fine print): I own nothing pertaining to Vocaloids or even the video this story is based from. Seriously, I may be amazingfaic (ego stroking), but I'm not that wonderful.
Hohum. If my notes come out like this, maybe I should be one of those who just shouldn'tmake author notes(, neh?)
(just did that last part to be annoying. Alright, I'm done now.)
"And then there was the lantern festival last year!" she happily exclaimed, starting another story.
Why was she still here?
"There was this one game where you had to use a paper net to catch a fish, but I wasn't so good at it."
She should be gone. Should have left for the village, never to come back again.
"It was still fun though because Len and Rin helped me catch one. I couldn't keep care of it though, so I let it back in the river."
Just what possessed him to allow this girl to stay, drabbling on about her cozy life in society?
"I'm not sure if it was the river or the rice fields though," she said with a happy laugh. Did nothing bother this girl? He had just spent the last hour or so listening to every word she said about the village and her day to day life. That wasn't the painful part of the experience though. What had been a blow to his pride was that he actually lowered himself to the ground, and bandaged her foot. Apparently she lost a sandal and gained a decent sized cut on the arch of her foot.
His eyes shifted to the piece of cloth that used to be part of his sleeve, but was now used as a wrap. Why did he even care to help her? She wasn't his responsibility. She was just some girl who wandered to his house of her own will, was blind, and absolutely helpless.
Alright, he felt like a jerk for saying he shouldn't help her, but she certainly had no reason to stay. "Are you..." he started, trailing off in a search for the right words. "Are you hurt?" Idiot. Of course she was hurt. The slice in her foot proved it. The demon felt like slapping himself, but settled for harshly running his hand through hair.
"No, I should be fine. Thank you," she smiled.
He looked away. The blue-green haired girl next to him had been there for quite some time now. Surely her people must be worried, considering that she couldn't see. The white wrapping around her head that covered her eyes proved it. Perhaps she would have to leave soon...?
"I should probably head back home," the village girl said, as if reading his thoughts. He frowned.
"You can't," he sputtered before even knowing what he was saying. Great, now he would make a fool of himself for saying that she couldn't go home. "I mean," he searched for the right words again, "You're hurt and it's getting late. The humans are also far away down the path."
"Humans?" she questioned, not the word's meaning, but more why he used it the way he did.
"Yes, the village is far away," he said, laying down on his side to face away from her. In truth, the stone trail wasn't that great of a distance, but that wasn't the point. The sun was setting and she was blind. It just wasn't a good combination. Or maybe he was just making excuses...?
There was an awkward silence rolling through the air before she finally spoke. "Does that mean I can stay?"
"Yes," he answered before his mind could even register what it was saying. Really, he needed to watch that.
"Thank you," she said, sounding like she truly meant it. "Maybe I should bring you a present next time."
Say what?
He rolled back over to face her, his expression riddled in disbelief. She had laid down too and her face was too close for his own comfort. "Do you even know who I am?" He sat up, not wanting to look at her eyes, er, face. "Giving a gift to me? Are you blind?!"
"Well, yes."
His hand connected to his forehead. That was notwhat he meant. "Miku," he started with a breath of air, not a sigh. He learned her name from one of her stories. If he remembered correctly, a man named Gakupo or something said, "A beautiful girl deserves to own a beautiful flower." He nearly gagged, but there was no need to. "Do you know who I am?"
She shook her head "no." Of course. If she did know, then she wouldn't be there, now would she? He opened his mouth to tell her. To say that he was a demon, but no words came out. Why couldn't he just say that he was a demon and that she should leave? It was what he wanted, right? He balled his fists in his hair. So far, this girl was more trouble than she was worth. It was getting late though. Perhaps that was it. He couldn't tell her to get lost because of how late it was. He was too tired and it was too dangerous. That must be it. This finding still did nothing to ease his rush of stress.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice resonating behind him. Should he turn around and yell or brood quietly? He chose the latter. A silence soon followed and he welcomed it graciously. Until she broke it, that is. "I see," Miku paused. He swore she was taunting him by bringing the needed quiet, and then taking it away with that soft sound that came from her throat. "If you don't want to talk anymore, then that's fine." She still held a joyful tone about her. Again with the taunting and again with that ignorance. Really, nothing bothered the girl!
He tightened his hold around his blue locks of hair. A shuffling was heard behind him. Then, he felt her place a hand on his shoulder. He chose not to slap it away like he normally would have, thinking she was merely trying to find out where he was. That hand was accompanied by another. He tensed. It felt like he would end up ripping his own hair out.
Her hands then fluttered over to his own. "Stop touching me!" he screamed through his mind, finding himself unable to do anything. She lightly pulled his hands away from his head, more than likely giving no effort of her own to remove them. Before he knew it, the demon found himself being pulled back to rest on her lap, her warm fingers tracing the frame of his face.
"Stop it!" he repeated to himself.
Slowly, the soothing touch began to lull him to sleep. He felt her trailing through the start of his hair line, following to his ears, and then back again.
"Just stop," he thought, this time without any energy. He had already given in.
Her path moved further into his hair. His hand shot up and gripped her wrist. "Don't," he said, finally able to voice something. She couldn't find out. At least, not like that. Find out that he was a demon from those horrid things sprouting from his head. The two small horns. He had been called an ogre once because of those, and he supposed that wasn't far off, but that didn't change that they were there.
His mind shifted back to Miku. He was getting far too comfortable with her. Too trusting. Too feeling. She couldn't stay. "Tomorrow, you'll have to leave," he whispered, not wanting to exert his voice more than that. Another silence soon followed that calmed him even more. The darkness kept calling out to him. He couldn't stay away from it any longer. Sleep finally pulled the blue haired man out of consciousness.
The last thing he heard was two delicate words, deliciously coated in what would forever remain known as "her voice":
"I know."
It was taunting him.
