Disclaimer;; I don't own vocaloid, nor will I ever. LeleleP should, though. He's epic. =w=

Word;; Summer

Pairing;;Len x Random Girl? /shrugs

It was a cold night. A bitter night. A freezing January evening. The streets were bare and devoid of people, sparkling with new frost. The only sound heard was light, pattering footsteps on the sidewalk. A blond boy, no older than fifteen, stumbling through. A thick red scarf was wrapped about his neck, and his cheeks were that freshly slapped red. Each heaving breath he took floated away as mist. Each one, his chest rising slowly. They flew away as silver mist. His gray sweatshirt was much too thin for that weather, and he shivered and trembled with every step, sneakers hitting the ground. But he was running out of endurance. He wouldn't make it back home. And it was beginning to snow.

A melody sounded in the air, and he was drawn to it. A beautiful voice, one soft and gentle like the calmest sea. The sea was frozen over, though. As was the pale gray sky. It was coming from a rather dim alley. Empty, naturally. He sat down inside it, against the rusty brick wall. With numb, trembling lips, he sang along. It was a simple song, and seemed quite unfitting, as he sat in the dim alley on that biting winter night. But he hummed along regardless, mouthing the words slowly.

" Te wo tsunai de hashirou hadashi de kakete miyou,"he sang, shuddering. It was so cold, so cold. He couldn't move his fingers anymore. The brick wall behind him and the concrete underneath chilled him further. Drops of snow fluttered down. gIma sugu ika nakya natsu wo mata seru na..." He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. Maybe the owner of that voice would save him. Yes, yes... Maybe she would.

"Shiroi nami ni nokatte futari dake no basho he," sang the gentle voice again. It seemed so close to him, close enough to breathe against his neck, sending shivers down his spine. But he couldn't see anyone, couldn't feel anyone. "Taiyou mo chikara sugu kashi te ne."

Then their voices matched, for the final line. "Yakusoku da yo kitto..." sang the two, the lost and the found. The boy, freezing and numb. And the beautiful voice he heard. It rang out clearly, once again. "Yakusoku da yo kitto."

And then, just then, he felt a warmth, spreading slowly throughout him. From the tips of his frostbit fingers and toes, flooding his face with color. He breathed in slowly. It was not a difficult, heaving breath. It was a light one. The ice that had seemed to form over his insides melted. And just then, for a single moment, the moon seemed to shine through the thick clouds. And he saw her.

Just for a moment. A single, precious moment. It was a girl, just as he'd thought. Her eyes glinted blue, just like the sea, her shiny black hair tied into a ponytail. She was grasping his thin, but no longer cold, hands. She was no illusion. He knew that for sure. And just like that, the light was gone. She vanished with it, but her voice remained. A single phrase. "Go back home," she whispered.

He felt the strength to walk again, and stood. It was a marvelous feeling. Though it was quite cold still, bitterly so, he felt a sort of warmth in his veins. So he walked back toward home, just as she had said. He couldn't stop thinking about her. And that beautiful voice... Would he ever see her again? He hoped so. It wasn't very likely that the alley was her home, he supposed. He would search all the newspapers, all the phonebooks... He'd go door to door if he had to, just to see her face.

As he collapsed on his bed that night, throwing dust into the air, he swore to himself that he would never forget her.

Months passed, and he wouldn't stop looking for that girl. He could never, would never give up. And then summer came, fresh and new, and pleasantly warm. He walked out of his apartment building that morning with a bright smile, basking in the new day.

And who was in front of him? Why, the very girl who had saved him on that faraway, yet so close as to be tangible, January night. Her blue eyes glistened bright and strong, shiny black hair swaying.

It was then that summer truly arrived. His summer graffiti.

AN;; Figure out the song I reference here, and you get...I don't know. A one-shot? A forum signature (made in Photoshop)? A poem of some sort? Up to you. *shrugs*