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I'm like 6 chapters into the story and it's still the introduction omg I'm a horrible writer this story is going to have a million chaps at this rate um what do I do

I haven't even really come up with a plot

And I already have a fine outline of the ending, but I have no idea how to fill the space in between someone help me

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HarmonianTraveller
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pastel-chan
Amg but this is literally the only story I'm updating ahaha _(:3」∠ )_
And yes, yes, yes! Haha thank you~ Another shipper yuss d=(´▽｀)=b

"And... Voila!" Gas exploded in front of Gakuko, completely thick and opaque, so all Miku and Luka could see was the whiteness in front of them. Miku squinted into the smoke, but even with her excellent eyesight, she couldn't see a thing. She stepped backwards and fell over a tree branch, dropping into the dirty water with a splash. Luckily the gas was only in a small round, and didn't fill up the entire zone - that would've been a waste. From somewhere in the cloud, she heard Gakuko's voice and she pulled herself up. "It will... Take a while to run dry. What do you want to do with it in the meantime?"

Luka moved away from the gas cloud, peering into it, but Gakuko only appeared as she stepped out. "Hm... Well, that's a rather good idea, isn't it? I'm not too fond of the whole Poifondum and Paputukin mix, but it seems to go quite well. It was difficult getting all the needed supplies, but we did it." She crossed her arms, looking pleased with herself. "If only we knew the way around this place. We wouldn't be running around with guards chasing us, and we'd have no idea where to go. Especially if we escape with a bunch of others. Right, Miku?"

Miku nodded absently, and her eyes seemed to be focused elsewhere. "Huh? Oh, um right." Her tail swished into the water and flicked upwards, splashing Luka's already wet hair.

"Hey there." Luka said, scrunching her hair up in her palms and squeezing the water out, then flipped it backwards. "You seem a little unfocused nowadays. Anything the matter?"

"No. It's nothing. It's just... Working all day, all night, in these harsh conditions, it kind of wears me out." Miku picked up the bottle of the Poifondum and Paputukin mix and looked earnestly and Luka. "Do you think we could make this spread faster and stay longer?"

"I get you." Gakuko patted her back, but kept her eyes away from Miku's. "You have no idea what goes on in my cell. This arrogant twit who thinks he's so freaking charming, who lives next door, fortunately, keeps thinking he's the star of the show. He keeps whining all day and night and oh lord it drives me insane." She pouted at the thought, deciding to talk about herself than listen to what another Lumiere had to say. "And you know what? His hair isn't even that fabulous. He's horrendous. And every night, he keeps on leaving the windows open so that the flies and bugs from the lakes keep getting into my cell. I don't know how he keeps them out, that... That... Ugh."

Luka nodded in agreement. "Mm, yes. I've heard of him. Constantly I think of all those annoying pests out there, and how I'd love to claw their eyeballs out. Unfortunately, I don't have any claws. Miku, would you do me the favor?" Luka paused, waiting for an answer, but there was none. "Miku? Would you like to... Miku? Hello?" She poked the teal-haired girl's shoulder, and she jerked.

"O-Oh-! Luka. Sorry about that." Miku rubbed her cheek and sniffed. "I wasn't really paying attention. Um... You want something about a clause?"

Luka looked at Gakuko, and the two sighed in unison.

...

He hated this feeling.

He absolutely hated it.

He loathed it. Despised it. He wanted to get rid of it, stop him from tormenting him all day and night.

But of course, the only way to do so was to find out what it was.

...

Miku gasped as a hand grasped her shoulder and pulled her to the side. At once she reacted, punching him in the face and flipping him over. "OW!" Someone cried, and she relaxed, before she recognized the voice and tensed up again. Mikuo stood up, rubbing his bleeding nose. "The hell, Miku? It's just me... Oh my god. You punch way more hard than a girl should, ugh..."

She raised her eyebrows at him, still in a fighting stance. "So what now, girls are supposed to be weak? Huh?" She taunted him again, and he glared at her. "The heck do you want, anyway? Just grabbing me and pulling me away like that... You could have at least asked nicely... I still would've punched you though." She shrugged and let down her arms, although it seemed like she would pull them back up as soon as he moved.

"Yeah, sure. You definitely would, so that's not going to make a different... Agh... Is this why the guards caught you?" He wiped the blood off.

Miku crossed her arms, staring at him angrily. "Well? If you were going to tell me something, get on with it. I don't see why I should waste my time talking with you." She leaned against the cell wall, turning her eyes towards a ratty old piece of cloth on the floor. She looked harder at it, and remembered how it had been placed over her shoulders as she fell unconscious. She still didn't understand his actions. Or his words. Or himself, at all. Neither of them said anything for a few seconds, before Mikuo decided to play angry.

"Listen." He sneered, jabbing his finger at her. "I don't know what you're doing to me, but I don't like it, so you sure as hell better stop. It's always bugging me, every day, every night, and it's all your fault. So stop it. Take it away. Chant, do some black magic, I don't care! Stop this feeling!" He barked out the last four words unintentionally, and fell back, wearing down. "Beast..."

Miku's eyes widened. "F... Feeling?" She repeated. "Th-That's not... Possible... I-It's not my fault!" She roared, swatting at him again, but this time, he caught her arm.

"Don't play your tricks on me." He hissed. She looked at him in shock and alarm, and hidden behind her eyes, worry, and something tempted him to release her arm. He gave in. He had to go with it, or it would've kept at him forever, itching until he had to scratch. "Ugh, what's the use?" He groaned.

She glared at him. "Use? What, now? I'm just a tool to you?"

"Well you're sure as hell like one!" He spat back, flouncing away. "Worthless girl! I should have known known! You're all the same!"

"All?" She started to get agitated, her ears twitching angrily as she returned into a fighting stance. "You know what? Why should males be any different!? Maybe if you shut up people would leave you alone. You're the idiot!"

Mikuo snarled at her, fists ready to attack, but he kept his gaze to the wall behind, tensed and angered. "How about you close your mouth, snitch." He barbed, growling at her. "Crap is coming out of it. You're... Ugh. Either way, calling you an idiot would be an insult to stupid people."

"Gahh! Just... Shut up!"

"Don't say things like that; it just makes you sound stupid. In fact, don't talk at all. It just makes you sound stupid."

"I-I said s-shu-"

"Oh, quivering now? Maybe you really are just an annoying b-"

"SHUT UP."

She exploded, all a sudden, in a voice that shook the cell, filled his ears. A most gruesome voice, of several thousands of people talking at once, dead people with booming voices, all directed at him. Unable to control himself, he shot a look back in terror, catching her gaze. "This is how you think?" Her voice seemed clear, confident, and deadly, and Mikuo was unable to move as the voices pounded at him, shook and and scared him. Venom dripped from the words, and it was poison, pure and deadly poison threatening to drip on him, take him out from the inside and drown him in that sickly-sweet voice.

Miku gasped suddenly, and slapped a hand over her mouth. "Wha..." Her face paled, and she fell forward, but stayed conscious, even though her body seemed collapsed and unable to move. "How... Wh-What... Ha-Happened..." Her voice was no longer bold and overlapped with others. She was back to normal, frozen on the floor, shaking uncontrollably.

"Miku-" He bent down, crouching in front of her, but she turned from him. He touched her fair skin, beaded with sweat and caked with mud, but she clawed at him, and he had to dodge to prevent her from gouging his eyeballs out. He tried to look at her face, and it was streaked with tears, and blood. "Wait... What?" He grabbed her shoulders and forced her upwards, tearing her hands away from her eyes. "Oh god."

Blood streamed down from her empty, lifeless eyes, mixed with salty tears of pain and suffering. She cried harder, and the blood flowed faster, eyes losing light rapidly. "S-Stop!" He exclaimed, grabbing the cloth laying by his side and wiped the blood and tears from her face, refusing to stop until she did. Eventually the bloody tears dried away, and by then the entire cloth was soaked in blood, as well as his hand. "Good lord, Miku. What in the world is wrong with you?" He dropped the cloth to the side and checked her face for any stains or other tears, not realizing what he was doing.

A guard stomped by their cell, looking at them in surprise, before his eyes fell over the bloody cloth. "Huh. I didn't know beasts got it too." Mikuo hissed at him, and he hurried away.

He turned back to Miku, still shaking slightly in his arms. He looked down at her, confused, wondering. "Wait- NO." He dropped her, and she fell to the floor with a thud. Thoughts then began tormenting his mind, and he wondered if that was really the right thing to do. But the right thing didn't matter. Not if it was about her. He then realized she had fainted again. "Oh, gosh."

Mikuo thought back as he laid her down. Her eyes. Her dull, lifeless eyes, but when stared into, seemed to fire up with anger. Something stirred in him as he thought about her eyes. Another memory, but of one not too long ago. When she had first been thrown into his cell. Oh, how he had loathed that day, how we wished it would poof away, disappear in a wisp of smoke. But no. And now, after watching her restlessly so many nights, he had begun to wonder if he really wanted her to disappear.

The memory started to chew on him angrily. What was it again..? He tried to recall. She had asked him what there was to be grateful here. She had told him... She had told him of a possible death of her family. He shivered. He had never seen his family. He had never seen his mother, his father, he had never seen another Kin until she had arrived. And obviously, she had to anger him. And she could tell. She had told him that his eyes alone told her everything. But what did that mean? No monster possessed the ability to redeem memories or thoughts, or anything at all from a person's eyes. Eyes. Her bright blue ones staring at him, memories washed back somehow, forcing him to remember. She had told him about her family dying. He wondered how the guards had tracked her down. How they had pulled her away as she watched her family die away, literally.

He was appalled. Was this that feeling? Was he really pitying her, of all people? That couldn't have been. And this wasn't the feeling that had been tormenting him day and night. And... Her eyes... He tried to shake the image from his head, before realizing his eyelids were growing heavier. "Ugh... Why am I so tired...?" He looked down at her, more restless than ever now. He had worked so hard out there, ask angry just at the thought of her face, but why? Why did he feel this way about her? He hated it. And even more, he hated the fact that he was beginning to accept it.

Mikuo looked down at Miku, where she was laying, her face stretched into fear. It was worse than before. She was no longer trying to escape the nightmare. She was becoming the nightmare. That alone scared him.

And now he felt afraid. Wonderful. As if that he didn't keep guard, something would jump out at him. Or her. He grumbled, a lump forming in his throat. Anger. Fear. Confusion. He glanced at her again, and the lump loosened just a little. Out of all the questions, the only he really wanted answered was 'Why her?'.

Tentatively, he reached out and stroked her head, once again, but this time, she didn't awaken. He couldn't believe this was happening again, all over again, and he was allowing himself to get caught in the same act, cursed to reenact it continuously, over and over, again and again. A book with no story, a tale with no ending, a life that would go on forever. ((Oh no he's becoming aware))

Now he felt even more tired. Why did this even disturb him in the first place? Why would he care? All he wanted was... He faltered. No. That couldn't have been what he wanted. In a split-second of panic, he looked at her, and tried to relax. She hated him. Right? And he was supposed to not care. But now the most horrible thought was what if he did care? What if he cared about what she thought of him? Or worse, what she felt about him?

No. It was impossible. Deny it, deny it. Repeating continuously, he wore himself down. Guilt and anger bit at him, and he couldn't help but glance at her every so often, letting the feelings crash above his head. ((Oh Mikuo, that's fine - we all feel feels))

And now he was so exhausted he could barely keep himself awake. He flopped down onto the floor, trying to shift himself into a more comfortable position. As he moved, something else leaned against his back. He jerked suddenly. ...Miku? He twitched his ear, and it touched the tip of hers. For a moment, he panicked. Being too close to her started to make him feel cooped up. Trapped. Like there was no where to run. Yet at the same time it sort of relaxed him. But...

Remembering that he was supposed to not care, he made his decision.

He was going to fall asleep next to her, and he didn't care anymore.

...

"Where am I?"

Her voice bounced off the empty walls, echos shooting back at her. She then noticed Mikuo lying next to her. What the heck was he doing here? That wasn't important. Where was she? She looked around. This wasn't their cell. This was far, far away from it. Far away from the other cells, at least.

"Hey. Wake up." She whispered, nudging him cautiously. She didn't know if anyone was watching them, and she didn't want to find out. He didn't respond, and she nudged him again. With still no answer, she poked him in the ribs and he jumped. "Aha. Ticklish."

"W-W-W-Waaait... Whaaaa- What-" He only then noticed Miku. "You're awake!" He gasped, then realized he sounded too relieved. "Oh."

She blinked at him. "I... I fainted again?"

"Yeah."

Miku looked up and turned to face him, but didn't look directly at him. Somehow she had the sense that he wanted to get closer, and yet try to avoid her as much as possible. She looked at him curiously, and he caught her. Alarmed, she turned back immediately, more was even more surprised that he didn't seem to mind. A clanking sound came from outside.

"Hey wait... Where are -Get out of the way-" Mikuo said, shoving her to the side. Ah, there it was. "Let me see-"

"Wow, false alarm." She grimaced. "It's just him. Asshole alert." She cracked the back of his head, causing him to slam forward and hit the door.

He tried to slap her, but the door to their cell flung open, knocking Mikuo on the back of the head once again, and he fell forward. Miku burst out laughing. He growled at her, the two too busy to acknowledge the open escape. "YOU BI-"

A panicked-guard jumped into their cell, and the Kins stopped and turned to look at him. Miku faltered, and looked downwards. The guard stared back at them, before remembering what he had to do. It seemed like the armor on him was a hand-me-down, pulled out of a pile rather than a carefully selected piece. Looking a little shell-shocked, he managed to bark "Get over here! And, um... Hurry!" The two seemed to allow him to cuff their wrists as he dragged them away, more confused than ever.

They came to a stop in a small room, wood paneling and a afire place and all. It all seemed rather cozy. A little too cozy, something that didn't fit the mood of what she had been through. But what were they doing here? Before she opened her mouth to ask, a proud-looking woman strolled in.

Miku's ears pricked up, she recognized the woman immediately. She hissed, and another guard pushed her back. "What do you want?" The woman smiled at the two of them, and nodded at another guard. He left for a few moments returned with Kaiko, cuffed at the wrists and her pale face streaked with tears. "Kaiko! What did you do to her!?"

"Oh, poor girl." The woman stroked Kaiko's cheek, and she shivered. "Even after the truth, the reveal, you still refuse to believe, even after your eyes have shown you. You keep on trying, you keep on persisting, but why? What's the use? You show anger, but you have no strength. The anger only makes you weaker, and yet you still insist that he's still there. Why is that, dear Kappa? You monsters are so terribly hard to fathom." The woman flipped her long dark hair back, and snickered at the blue-haired girl.

"Wait... What did you do?" Miku asked in alarm, trying to struggle away, but the guards kept the two of them back. "And what does this have anything to do with the two of us!?"

"Shut up." The woman hissed at them, before turning back to Kaiko, starting to cry again. "What do your eyes tell you? The truth. But time is ticking, dear, and soon that truth will be looking at you straight in the eyes, and you'll have to say goodbye to the imagination that you've been holding on too long to. The clock ticks on, and you will soon face what you have to. You cannot stop the flow of time, even with the powers you beasts possess."

"Stop it!" Kaiko burst out, wiping her tears, trying to fight back, but in the bitterness of the tears Miku saw, she knew that reality was starting to get to her. She knew that Kaiko's small bubble of imagination would pop soon, and then she'd be completely swallowed by the loss. But of what? What had the woman done, and why were they involved in this? "I don't believe you." She started to sob, but anyone of wit could see that she was starting to believe, slowly loosing her grip on the image she wanted to believe in. "He's..."

"He's gone, my sweet." The woman slurred in her horrible, sickly-sweet voice. "Why do you fight it? It seems your time is already up."

"S-Stop it!" Kaiko cried, squeezing her eyes shut.

"No. You can't fight with me. Don't plead. I've taken what I want, and you can't get it back. I take what I will, and leave only what I don't need." She caught a tear rolling down Kaiko's cheek, and looked at it in vague disgust. "Oh, poor weak hearts, the pain, the longing you have to take, that stinging feeling that there was perhaps something that you could've done. Once I've taken my fill and drained you dry, once the last chime has died away, you'll be left with nothing but the sick reminder that time goes on... Hm?"

"What did you do?" Miku demanded, lashing out at the woman, but a guard shoved her back, and she fell onto Mikuo, who had kept his mouth shut the entire time. "What is wrong with you!?"

"And yet... You still cling on to your own image, an image you so dearly refuse to let go of, but it's slipping away. Time shall pull it away. Bring them to the cell." She waved their hand at them, and they were dragged away.

Away past a new corridor, where the stomps of the boots of guards and the howls of beasts melted away behind them, and they reached an empty cell, empty except for a lifeless body. Miku gasped in shock. It couldn't have been...

Kaiko fell silent, tears stopping as she watched the woman turn the body around.

"The obvious work of a Kin, is it not?" The lady smiled as she moved the blue-haired boy's body towards them.

Omai

I-Idk what to do anymore so I had to kill someone /angry sobbing/

Aaaaand yeah.

'Tis about it.

Also I don't know if this is relevant, but I'm having difficulty trying to make these two act out like this, my usually defined personality for them would be Miku being a cheerful and bubbly girl and oblivious to pretty much everything, and Mikuo getting really flustered and embarrassed a lot and trying to act cool and idk ((half-tsundere?))

what do you call it when two people are tsun for each other

also I'm RPing as a Miku on Deviantart and waiting for my Mikuo to reply in a different timezone is sO FRUSTRATINGUGHGHGG

^ you didn't have to read that