Song: FireFlower

Artist: Kagamine Len

Author: Toan Daxland

Disclaimer: If the ocean was whiskey and I was a duck
I'd dive to the bottom and never come up
But the ocean ain't whiskey and I ain't a duck

So obviously I don't own Vocaloid.


Yellow's the colour of mirth~

A girl sat in the corner of her basement, positively enjoying herself. Perhaps, the most fun any girl could have with metal and assorted precision medical instruments – minus any sharp things, of course. It wouldn't do to have scalpels and hypodermic needles fitted to clear, plastic syringes, now would it?

Unhygienic…

Oddly enough, she made do with scissors, tin snips and wire strippers and/or cutters, mostly because her "project" as she liked to call it, wasn't very hard to make. Furthermore, she supposed that the project didn't need to be very complicated; chances are, the more complex, the more chances it would have for failing, and as the Anna Karenina principle states, it is so.

Yellow sings a song of joy!

The basement was neither dingy, nor was it bleak; just right for a body to be toiling, slaving, lavishing time and luxuries on a project, a purpose, a present. Yes… a present.

But to whom? And for what occasion? She really had yet to decide; the project wasn't quite finished yet. Still needed to attach the tubing, stretching and coiling it around several times, and then pumping water through it, to check for leaks.

Meticulous, and precise.


Shzzzk... Shzzzk…

For someone who didn't have much in the way of fine motor control, she did enjoy cutting up things into defined shapes.

One birthday her parents bought her a collection of felts, ranging from a rich green all the way to a dull red. It didn't bother her that all the colours weren't bright or that they weren't very interesting; indeed, most of them were rather drab. However, this evening, she decided that she would use a few of them together for her latest "bored creation" as she liked to term it.

Most who saw them though didn't think they were just "doodles", but rather works of art. Ironically, any piece of art she tried to make, tried really hard turned out to be a disaster in most others' eyes.

Except one person.

Though it's not like he'd recognise her, or appreciate her for who she was. She was after all a shadow of her best friend. It pained her sometimes, late into the night, dizzy with a lack of sleep, and almost drifting off into the blue of sleep when she would remember that she wasn't really achieving anything; her efforts at anything were ultimately, nothing.

But she tried anyway, falling asleep rather fitfully, yet, waking up the next day, and finding a motivation she rarely had, this time, to work with the old materials that people had kindly "donated" over the years.

At least, that's how she liked to think of it. It astounded her the amount of things that could be used that people threw away just because it wasn't "perfect" or "beautiful".

Everything has a purpose. She decided that perhaps hers was to help others find that same purpose.


No turning back now Len… You've got to go through with it now…

He slid the keys into the ignition slowly, pacing his breathing, and trying to calm his raging heart, before turning it slowly, wincing at the protesting engine, wondering why it had to start in the cold, dulled morning, and Len hoped that his parents didn't hear.

Technically he could drive the distance; he had the license. He just never tried before, and certainly not across states. He'd have to take multiple breaks, so he brought a few days' worth of food and water, in case something happened, left a note for his parents, apologised profusely to his cat, and left emails saying he'd be gone for "sometime" but would return.

Hopefully.

Just another few minutes… I'll be there soon…

Ah, that motorcyclist will give way. I'm sure she'll…. Wait she?

Nah, there's no way. I'm sure there's other girls who ride motorcycles too. It's not that uncommon; all those action films…

No. Don't fall asleep!

He pulled over, turned off his headlights, pulling the keys out of the ignition before he tiredly resigned himself to sleeping in the backseat. He was about to drift off to sleep, late into the night, but was jolted wide awake by something slamming into the side of the car.

Bird…?

The sound of coughing and soft cries for help alerted him to the very real possibility it was the motorcyclist he had seen earlier, only moments ago.

Opening the door, he jumped out hastily, to see what could be done.

Pulling out his phone, he recklessly jammed the buttons, trying to reach the emergency services.


Len…? Why are you calling at this time…?

Where are you?...More importantly, who are you with?

Young man, I demand that you come…

Wait…where?

You, young sir are grounded for ETERNIT-

Oh.

You're in…where?

Oh dear. Um. Well. Have you been eating ok? And make sure you drink lots, ok?...

No dear, it's ok. It wasn't your fault…

No, we'll get the dent fixed. I'm sure it's covered in the insurance. Anything else happened to the car? I mean, as long as you didn't drive it into anyone, or anything or…

…Ok. You're still grounded, but please, stay safe. Your father and I are coming over soon. Just hang tight ok?

…Oh. Is she ok? No, it's good that you're staying by her. You helped her, so you might as well help more.

…Well, if it's who you think it is, then it may be a good thing…

…Maybe not though. Doctors don't know for sure until they've finished administering their treatment.

Oh Len dear.

No, it's not your fault. You were just parked off the side of the road. God knows, it would have been worse if you weren't there.

….You don't know that. Len..? Len!

Listen to me!

Whatever happened to that poor girl is

Not.

Your.

Fault.

Ok? …

Dear…hang tight. We'll be over in a few hours ok?

Love you too. Get some sleep ok? If the doctors are right…


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