Queen Miku is my property, got it?
Chapter Four: Forgiveness
MikuxMikuo fanfiction
-R&R-
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"Mi-"
Abruptly getting up on my feet, I just took off. Going up the stairs, three by three, into Miku's room and began to pack everything into my bag again. There was no way I'm staying here with a lovestruck Queen who only has her eyes for that scrawny blonde.
Her footsteps were outside the door as she came dashing in, ignoring her presence I continued packing the bag. Pushing all of my spare clothes and school notebooks in. Cramming them, not caring if pages or edges of the books got bent.
"Mikuo what are you doing?" Her voice was panicked as she tugged on my arm, wanting to stop me. Gritting my teeth, I held back an answer and zipped up the bag. Standing up, I shook her grip off.
"What does it look like?" my mild voice was not the same, "Home."
"B-But Mikuo, I-"
"Go find yourself that Prince of yours." I hiss menancingly, as soon as the words escaped my mouth, I began to feel remorse nipping at my toes. Refusing to feel sympathetic for her, I side-stepped and continued, wanting to just escape her already. I'm sick of Miku.
She stopped me. Again.
Her arms tightly around my stomach, her face pressed to my back. I could hear her silent sobs, her hands were trembling. Liquid warmth sunk into my shirt. I knew she was crying again.
"Please Mikuo. Don't leave me alone...Like he did." Her voice was broken,
"I'm not the same as him. I'm not a replacement for Len."
Those words I wanted to say to her, had finally flowed out my mouth. I'm not Kagamine Len. I am Mikuo. I am different from Len. Very different.
Between a knight who has been there watching, waiting for the princess to realize. And the Prince, who is seductive and playful.
I knew what the answer would be before I even started competing for her love.
Maybe. Childhood love was just never meant to be.
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"Mikuo?" Her voice was more desperate now, as I slipped into my shoes and slammed the door behind me. I didn't feel guilty. Not in the least. Hands digging into my pockets, I swerved around the corner. Going around the rare way home, the long way which requires going around the city. At least Miku won't find me. She'll go the other way.
The sun has creeped behind the horizon ages ago, the sky is already darkening into a shade of dark blue and purple. The streetlights flickered on. It was so much colder than I imagined, rubbing my hands together helped gain a little warmth. Taking slow steps I found myself walking to one of the largest shopping districts. It didn't make me feel any better though- as the people there were mainly all couples. Turning to avoid another awkward situation, I made my way to the road full of family-owned restraunts.
They had their own little signs outside, it smelled of drunk forty year olds. Holding my breath, I power-walked past the bar. The bad thing about this city- was that it was somewhat badly arranged. The shopping district led to the restraunts- then the restraunt's street alleyways were full of love-hotels. The love-hotels basically- led to nowhere.
I was pratically freezing to death now. Walking around in school clothes with nothing warm on-top was enough to kill me. I hate cold places. One of the small markets on the street (we call em street markets.) were selling something- with a bunch of crowded people waiting and calling out sums of money. Curious, with nothing better to do, I sunk into the crowd. Dodging the elbows, arms and stuck out objects, I finally made it to the front of the line of people.
The shop-owner was a rather young-looking female, almost the same age as me. (Which working is not allowed...) Her long silkytea rose colored hair fell around her back. Her skin was surprisingly pale and she seemed pretty short for her age, but, her eyes were a captivating ceil mixed with beau blue. The dying streetlight was enough for me just to make out her figure and her merchandise- which was laid out in wooden lids propped up by what seemed like table legs.
Glancing at her merchandise- which only contained of charms, I was slightly shocked by the amount of people that came just to buy these charms. I don't believe in charms. They don't work. They're simply just a man-made object that is thought to bring 'good-luck.'
His eyes locked with hers, a gentle, delicate smile on her lips.
"Sir," her voice was light and smooth, "If you aren't interested in charms, I have fortune telling."
My heart pounded, "I never said I wasn't." I lied through my teeth, forcing myself to look interested and peer at the different types.
"You don't need to lie." She smiled again, "Your eyes, Your body, Your mind."
I looked at her with a weird questioning look- but she just giggled.
"Your eyes, Your body and the way you think don't synchronize."
The crowd was silent, listening.
"Sir. I think you should buy a charm." a voice behind me said, spinning to see everyone nodding encouragingly. "Her charms work, even if it's once!"
"She can cast spells too. Love spells, friendship spells, any spell! And they do work!"
"Yeah, they work once. But if you keep waiting and buy another charm-"
They work once.
"I have love spells and love charms, Sir." She smiled, "You are in a tangle of love, are you not?"
The by-standers urged him to buy a charm, or a spell. For a second, I wondered if I would. That way I could be with Miku.
"Try one!"
"Yeah yeah."
They were all saying the same thing. Even those who were locking arms with their partners. Reaching out my hand, I was slowly reaching for one of the love-charms. When... She stopped me.
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[Flashback: 5 years old]
"If you could use a spell to be with someone, would you be with them? Like, forever and ever?" We trudged along the snow, me trailing after Miku. Who's hair was tied back in two adorable pig-tails. Stopping in her tracks, she thought about it.
She glanced at me, those medium turquoise eyes determined and sure.
"Would you?"
Not prepared for this question, I let out a "ehhh". And thought about it. If it meant I could be with the one I love, I would. That way we could be happy couldn't we? We could face troubles together. We could do all the things a family does. If so...
"Yep. I would."
She just smiled to my answer and glanced to the pale blue sky which was already looking like a light white. The wind caressed our cheeks, as she turned to me. Her eyes burning with such intensity, so firey, it already began to warm up the cold winter. She replied:
"No I wouldn't."
[Flashback: End]
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A smile began to reach my lips. Everyone started cheering, turning, I pushed my way out of the crowd. The cheers dimmed, as all eyes drew to me. The girl at the counter seemed shocked, as she got up abruptly. Her voice sounded confused, bewildered.
"Why? Why don't you buy a charm?"
Spinning, I could imagine how corny this looked and sounded. Letting out a quiet sigh, I loosened my stiff shoulders. A light smile on my face, running my fingers through my baby blue hair, I answered the same words Miku said to me that day.
"When the spell ends, I'll be sad won't I?"
She looked at me, wordless.
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I admit, I did feel a bit better after blowing off some steam with the girl who was selling those charms. In the end, I bought ONE. But she assured me this was no spell, just a little charm to help Miku and I. Looking at the ridiculously colored charm, I rolled my eyes. Still wondering why I gave in so easily.
One part, was colored many shades of blue. With a small male figure holding half a red heart. The other part, was colored many shades of pink. With a small female figure holding half a red heart. When you put them together, it's a whole heart.
According to the girl, they are phone-straps.
Moving my fingers around the male figure, I let out a little smile.
It was VERY late now. Almost ten o'clock by my internal clock instincts. Coughing, I covered my mouth and looked around. The nightmarket was just coming to life. The restraunts were getting all their customers and the shopping district is still open. Mainly full of teens.
He had never seen a city like this before.
They were like a big family.
Biting my lip to stop myself from coming up with lame thoughts, I began to jog back home. The short way. I don't care if I see Miku, I can just run past her and go home. I need to move on. Like everyone else. Not stay hung up.
Slipping into the alleyways, knowing this was the quickest way back, I held my breath to stop myself from barfing at the disgusting smell of alcohol and cigarettes. It reeked like a sewer here. And the rats were the old men and hoes. There have been a lot of raping incidents down here. The good thing was, I was a male. And no one rapes males. Unless they are 'gay'.
All the love-hotels had lit up signs, most were rundown little apartments. There recently has been a huge love-hotel opened in this alleyway, rumoring to have the world's sexiest women. Not that I'm interested. No girl is as sexy as Miku.
Mentally slapping myself for thinking something so stupid and corny-sounding, my eyes widened. Five twenty year old-looking delinquents were dragging a familiar figure towards the love-hotel. I felt my heart contract and squeeze. My blood boiled.
Miku.
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"C'mon sissey," they chirped. Gripping her tightly by the wrist. They all looked disgusting, revolting even. Tattoos over their arms, chests and with what seemed like millions of piercings on their faces. Wearing black leather jackets and ripped jeans, some wore shades (which I found just stupid, who wears shades in the dark?). Two of them looked in really bad shape and rather poofed.(To put it in a nice way.) Some grew beards and others were bald.
Miku was yelling and struggling, "Let me go!" She cried, tears streaming down her cheeks when they attempted to rip off her denim-shorts. Their huge grubby hands groped her chest shamelessly, their eyes burning with lust. She was crying and kicking. But her struggling stopped when all five ganged up on her.
"Sissey, we pay you good." One, who seemed like the ring-leader breathed. "Yesh, you hoes just want dick up yer hole no?"
"Horny bitch, we'll penetrate both at once!"
"Shad her up. We gunna fuck her all night long." The strongest and most fearsome looking man laughed darkly. He was ripped. Muscles bulging and with what seemed like a twelve-pack. If that was even possible. Her eyes closed as she grew limp. Giving up.
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The scene flashed through my eyes with such speed. My fingers felt the charm and my cellphone. My blood boiled. I lost all sound and time around me. As my eyes only fixed on those five bullshit-humans. Strength poured into my limbs.
Skin met fist. As I sent one of the fat men flying toward the trash-cans and garbage, alert, all four released Miku and snarled.
"Fuck. Another bastard. BEaT THE SHIT-"
The ripped man raised a hand, smiling to reveal his rotten yellow teeth, He spoke calmly. "We make a deal, you get to fuck her as-"
Not letting him finish his sentence, I rammed my skull against his, feeling him cry out in pain. This didn't settle my urge to kill. I only felt a drop of satisfication. The other three lunged, pounding a fist into one of their stomachs I heard more cries. Three down. Two left.
The two of them were more cautious now, as one sped aimlessly. Gripping onto his arm, we wrestled. Headbutting him again, I could smell blood, I could taste blood in my mouth. Such ambition to kill didn't frighten me. Digging my nails into his flesh, I swerved to the left before releasing my grip, catching him offguard I easily slipped behind him and landed a blow at the back of his head. Falling onto his knees, the man collapsed.
The last man, who looked much skinnier than the rest with long curled dirty brown hair laughed shakily. With trembling fingers held out a pocket-knife, "S-stay away yy-"
Speeding towards him, I swerved with such agility, it surprised me a little. Gripping onto his wrist which held the pocket knife, already behind him I used all my strength to knock the air out of his lungs. Checking that all of them were down, I spun to Miku. Who was crying endlessly.
Arms wrapping around her in a warm embrace, I nosed into her hair. Breathing in her scent that smelled like strawberries. I was smiling. Her small arms fell on my chest, I felt her breath on my neck.
"M-Mikuo... I'm-"
"You're helpless." I finished the sentence for her lips gently planting a kiss on her head. She didn't reply but I felt her relax and dig closer to my chest. Holding her tighter, I breathed softly. "I'm sorry Miku." I felt her shake her head, "No. I'm sorry."
Slowly pulling apart from our silent embrace, I gently brushed some strands of hair from her face. Her eyes were slightly red from crying, and her breathing still not yet calm. Noses touching, I looked at her compassionately. She just giggled a little, as her small hands felt my cheeks, wincing, a frown shown on her face.
"Are you hurt?"
"Hurt because you said Len's name? Yes."
Looking taken aback by how blunt I was, she just smiled. Unexpectedly, her lips touched mine. It was a quick kiss but she quickly pulled away. Her cheeks burning.
I hid a blush by avoiding her eyes. "Want to go now?" She nodded in response. Staggering up, I reached out my hand for her to hold. Usually, she would've just slapped it away and got up herself- since she was the strong queen, but this time, our hands interlaced. She was holding onto it tightly, not wanting to ever let go.
I smiled. She just pouted and puffed her cheeks, "It's just that I don't want to be almost raped by those guys again...So..." She tigthened her grip, so much that it hurt my hand. "So...Don't..." lips touching her forehead again, I felt her hands loosen a bit.
"I won't."
Helping her up, we began to walk in-step out of the alley. To her house. When sudden sound of crunching gravel and a shadow moving caught my eyes.
"Miku!"
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Metal sliced through my skin with little effort and dug straight into my flesh. A searing burn flared up in my arm. Biting my lip with all I've got til I've tasted the fresh blood, I could feel agony engulfing me. Miku was bewilldered as her hand tightened, our hands still interlaced.
"T-that's what you get bastard." His voice was husky, satsified. The ripped man was on his feet as he released the handle of the knife, laughing hysterically. A smirk fell onto my lips, which made his piercing laugh shatter to a million pieces. "W-what the fuck..." I was grinning devlishly as my eyes glinted with desire to kill.
"Shut the fuck up, dip-shit." I growled furiously. The pain was excrutiating- but I did not let him see that. Gripping onto Miku's hand tightly, I braced myself before the man was going to land a hit on me.
His strong punch to my right cheek stunned my brain, as my vision grew blurry and I could feel my body falling.
"Mikuo."
My eyes widened, at the last second I regained my footing. The man was wordless, speechless and soundless as I swung up from almost bending over like a bridge (one of those gymnastic moves...), my fist met his chin as I sent him backwards. Trembling he growled, "F-F-Fuck you son of a bitch..."
Without waiting, he charged forward like an angry bull only to stop before reaching me. I smiled. He was paralyzed. "Wh-at..." He was trembling uncontrollably.
"An uppercut to the chin can paralyze you." I explained as I sauntered over to him, crouching down and tilting my head mockingly. He was growling, kneeing him in the chin again I heard him yowl. Falling backwards he forced himself to his feet. His legs still paralyzed.
Landing the last hit on his head, I heard him shriek before collapsing like the rest of his goons and thugs. Miku was shocked, about to pull the knife out I stopped her. The rest of the goons were waking up. Cussing and leaning on-top of one another to get up.
"Y-you know we can call the police." One threatened, not sounding very threatening I just looked at Miku then at the knife dug into my flesh. Of course- and the hidden cellphone in my pocket which was recording all of this.
"Who's side do you think they'll be on?"
The four shook, terror-filled eyes, they shouted out curses before vanishing into the night. Smiling reluctantly, I nodded. That's right. Rats belong in a sewerage and dump. Like those.
I didn't feel so heroic when I felt my body feel weak, as if all the previous strength was drained out. A massive head-ache exploded, as my vision died down and all I could hear was Miku's voice.
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I awoke to find myself in a plain boring room. My head was still aching like hell on Earth and my mouth was sore and dry. I coughed weakly, still tasting the blood and metal in my mouth. It tasted horrible. My arm didn't feel any better, it burns then it cools. I couldn't sleep and the smell of Listerine wasn't helpful either. Opening one eye to see Miku, I slowly opened both eyes. She looked very concerned as she touched my cheeks- which had some band-aids on them.
"Are you alright?" She murmured, her eyes red. She cried again.
"Yea..." I replied lazily, smiling a negligent smile. She just looked relieved as she sat down beside the hospital bed on a small chair. My eyes closed and I took some deep breaths. My headache wasn't any better.
"The doc says you'll have to stay here for about three days."
"THREE?" I whine, forcing myself to sit upright- which I did after the sixth attempt. She just looked at me wearily.
"If you want to get better yes."
I roll my eyes. She was sounding like my mom. Lying down again I stared at the plain ceiling.
"They say when you're going to lose consciousness, sometimes you hear a... Voice." Miku coughed, opening one eye I nodded slowly, signalling that I was listening. "Who...Who's voice did you hear?"
"I forgot." I lied, I saw her face which shone with disbelief. She must've really wanted to know. But why?
A knock broke the awkward silence, as a nurse- with drill-like pig-tails stepped in. Her hair was a bright pink and she coughed, and bowed.
"Sorry for disturbing you. But visiting hours are over."
Miku looked a bit disappointed but nodded and got up, dipping her head she waved goodbye. Before she took the step out of the door, I coughed. My back facing her I murmured.
"I heard your voice."
No reply.
"I...see..." by the way she spoke, I knew she was embarassed by my sudden confession. "Goodnight then Mikuo..." I could sense her hesitating as she whispered the last sentence so fast I just barely caught it.
"I love you."
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Maybe it was because of my massive head-ache that I misheard her, or my ears playing tricks on me, or my imagination...Or she really did... My ears burned just thinking about it. It was at least four'o'clock in the morning now, not a wink of sleep. I was watching the night outside, I could hear the wind rustling the old oak tree's leaves. As the scent of night slipped into my hospital room.
Fishing into my school pants, I took out the two charms I bought- yesterday. A small smile on my face when I thought about it. One part with different shades of blue and a male figure holding half a bright red heart. The other with differents shades of pink and a female figure holding half a bright red heart.
Putting the charms together.
It forms a whole heart.
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Miku.
I found out something today.
I really, really, really do love you.
And,
I'll make you realize it too!
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A/N: I do not own vocaloid.
I've had a bad case of writer's block latey. since I don't have language school today I can promise I'll be trying to get my inspiration again. I mainly have to thank all my reviewers! ^^ and of course, the beautiful and sexeh Nico Nico Chorus and Douga. (Clear, Nero, Halyosy and Yoppei 33) Thank you. There was a lot of action in this one :/ something new for me since I don't really write action novel- thingys. I hope it was okay.
Chapter also took a long time because I forgot my password D:
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