Ahaha welcome to Sylphie's second story! This one is significantly darker than Suburbia's Favorite Psychopaths and yeah. I'm not sure entirely where I want this fic to go, although I have a pretty good idea. Insane Miku and Sadist Len are two of my absolute loves, although my Favorite Absolute Love arrives in Chapter 3. 8D Yeah.
This chapter explains more of Miku's past and her and Len's romantic history. It also unveils two twists to the story that I think totally take this fic into a one-eighty. If you think you know what the two twists are, feel free to PM me or leave a review! I'll probably post the two twists next chapter anyway. Of course, if the two twists I post are not the twists you spot, feel free to share your twists and we can combine them into one epic Plot Pretzel.
Danke as always for reading!
The doctor cleared his throat, snapping Miku out of her flashback.
"He's dead, Miku," the poor man mumbled.
"You think I don't know that?" Miku snapped. Her toes curled like cashews. "I saw him die, stupid. I saw his damn innards fly like fireworks. At least he died with a smile on his stupid face."
Those suicidal clowns without a doubt,
haven't got makeup on, their true face faces out.
Ugh. Shivers.
"Can you explain to me why you have an aversion to the phrase 'I do'? Or is there some big clue I'm missing that is staring me straight in the face?" He laughs good-naturedly now. Part of Miku didn't want to tell him. Didn't want to ruin his innocent perspective of the world.
And the other part of her wanted to crush that perspective. So fragile, like Len's damn skull -
"Me and Len, we was gonna get married, in a way," she sighed. Your damn country twang merges into your voice when you're upset.
"Miss Hatsune, both of you were only sixteen. You know that's illegal, don't you?" He's being patronizing. You hate when grown-ups do that. Yep, time to crush that naïve worldview.
"Didn't I say we were gonna get married 'in a way'? Family custom lets you do a lot of weird stuff," you smirk. Weird stuff indeed.
The doctor pursed his lips. He had been informed of Miku's family's odd beliefs, but he hadn't imagined allowing people to get married and have babies when they were still babies themselves.
Miku closed her weary eyes and allowed the memories to wash over her like a tidal wave. The Hatsunes and the Kagamines were both old money families and twined together tighter than rose vines. Miku and Rin had grown up together. Miku remembered going over to visit Rin and eating orange sherbet and pestering Rin's older sister Lily, who married a Masuda at the age of sixteen. Miku remembered how Rin spoke of her big sister with such awe, and how lucky Lily's marriage was, as if securing a Masuda was like securing a Maserati.
Miku giggled at the mention of marriage and kissing and BOYS like every other girl. Rin was so silly, but she was also funny and sweet and kind. Miku used to love going over to Rinny's house.
Until the Christmas of Miku's eleventh year.
It was a long night of celebration. Lots of singing and dancing and food and alcohol. Lots of drunk men. Drunk men with flushed faces and eyes that gleamed with lust and small, dark places and -
That train of thought crashed. Miku drew in a raspy breath. The other girls told her she was just overreacting, that Kaito did that to other girls all the time and that Miku should be proud that she was finally a woman.
The first cut is the deepest. After that it numbs to nothing.
She and Len were matched to be married several years thereafter. Miku knew she should have been bothered, but secretly she was so relieved her arranged marriage was to her childhood friend's brother and not some creepy man nine years older than her that she went right along with it. Len and Miku began hanging out more. Just because the arranged marriage was an archaic custom between their two families didn't mean they couldn't chill like normal friends, right?
Len was quite popular at their school. Very handsome and athletic, good grades. Classic all-American golden boy. Miku was proud to 'date' him for a while.
Until she discovered his penchant for alcohol and flying.
When Len drank, he became abusive and controlling. He would slap her across the face in front of his leering buddies and would look down her shirt in front of her parents. The other women told her to just take it. It meant she was a woman now.
Eventually Len began to really want her in THAT way. Miku was terrified, but no one refused the golden boy anything. Especially not her.
Then, the day they were scheduled to be joined together in the Ceremony, Len knocked his own brains out. Flashback over.
Miku's past begins to bubble out of her like hot water from a spring as she begins to describe the abuse. The pain and fear and fake love and wandering hands and it's okay Miku embrace it it means you're a woman and -
Then the words cannot flow. Miku has run out of words.
The screams from the day Len died emerge from her throat. Miku hollers and shrieks and cries, hot tears run down her face and she beats against the linoleum floor and curses. Curses Len and Kaito and alcohol and flying and every other damn thing that's ever happened. She wants to die JUST LET HER DIE.
The doctor watches all of this with a blank expression, tears pooling in his eyes. There's a lump of clay in his throat. Quivering fingers reach down and pat the sobbing mess of a girl on her protruding shoulder blade.
"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME," she yells.
The doctor sighs and stands up, activating a small intercom device in his jacket.
"The psychological analysis of the patient is complete. Bring in Mr. Honne."