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An Unexpected Roomate - Collab me + purecallistoA random collaboration practising for St. Voca between me (TheWhiteJewel) and purecallisto.
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TheWhiteJewel = x-x-
~*~*~ It was afternoon when Ruko found herself standing and blinking blearily up at the dorms of St. Vocaloid Academy for the Musically Talented, with the sun shining bright and not a cloud in sight. Birds tweeted out their songs and leaves on trees gently swayed in the breeze, the green color rich and vibrant.
Ruko hated it.
No, it wasn't because she hated puppies and rainbows and sunshine and happiness, which she didn't. Actually, the main reason was that...well.
Her sleep was being cut off.
Yes, her sleep - how she loved her sleep. She could forget the whole world while she slept, the problems and the issues, and the fightig and disagreements. She would be in a world that was completely hers to control. A world where glared and taunts didn't matter, a world
A Vocaloid Fanfiction: Red Flames - Meiko - P4Never had she been so happy to put up a 'closed' sign. It only been a few days since fighting with Kaito and she felt she was going to go insane by the looks she was getting from his brothers. One Shion was enough in her opinion. Each tried a different way of working with her in her current state.
Taito tried to indulge her in his wisdom, sprouting random quotes of life from dead scientists trying to make her feel better.
She felt worse.
Kikaito tried to be funny and joke with her, trying to make her smile.
Nigaito tried to shyly ask if she were okay a million times to see if she was fine.
Meiko sighed. The only thing that would cheer her up was the thing that was making her feel so down.
Meiko saw herself looking into the concerned eyes of Neru. She had changed as a person since she had started going out with Akaito. She smiled more often and her eyes sparkled. But her trademark ponytail-to-one-side stayed the same.
"Neru? What are you doing here?" Me
A Vocaloid Fanfiction: Red Flames - Meiko - P3"What's wrong, Kaito? You're looking down today " Miku stated leaning forward and pressing her slim hand to his forehead, brushing back his blue hair, "Do you have a fever?"
"I'm fine, Miku," he sighed, lightly removing her hand, "Just a little tired I suppose."
Miku smiled at him, taking this as a good enough answer before going back to her magazines.
"Do you need anything else? A massage? Or want me to run over your lines with you again?" Kaito needed to keep busy. Otherwise he'd keep going back to the scenario that went down last night. He didn't want to think about that right now.
Miku giggled, shaking her head so fiercely that her ponytails bounced in her face.
"No, not really. I just want your company, Kaito! I'm happiest with you, after all!" She ruffled his hair tenderly.
He sighed again, "Of course, Miku."
Miku lowered her mags, noticing Kaito's glum expression.
"Are you happiest with me as well, Kaito?"
Kaito looked at her, her bright face, already knowing his answer.
A Vocaloid Fanfiction: Red Flames - Meiko - P2"No diner again?!"
"I'm sorry sir, but the cook is away at the moment. Can I still get you a beverage?"
Meiko pleaded, trying to not lose her temper over the rude customer.
"Forgot your stupid beverages! I'm out of here!" And with that, the customer stormed out of the diner and Meiko knew he wouldn't be the last. The diner was now completely empty and Meiko sighed, returning to the bar to wipe some already-clean glasses again.
Meiko rubbed the space between her eyebrows with two of her fingers, a motion she did when she was stressed out. She looked out the front window for a few moments, knowing that no one would be coming in. Especially HIM.
It was windy and damp but at least it wasn't raining again. This must've been the wettest year this city had had for decades. Buckets and old coffee mugs were strewn over various parts of floor to catch the dripping water from the leaky ceiling. Meiko sighed, now massaging her temples in some false hope that it would relax her. It didn't. She coul
A Vocaloid Fanfiction: Red Flames - Meiko - P1A lot can happen in a year. Love, betrayal, life, death, loss and new beginnings; and sometimes you can find yourself standing back where you started while the world around you shifts and changes and you try to stay rooted to the ground, desperately grasping the life you used to have before it would slip through your fingers like sand.
But if nothing changed you would never experience the events life has to offer, wouldn't you?
It was exactly how it had been a year ago, a stormy night sky over the small, modest diner bar. Heavy rain pounded against the glass windows; the moon leaving scary, spiky shadows on the wooden floor. To the side, a door was slightly ajar and inside laid a sleeping Meiko, her head surrounded by bills and notices as she tried to rest in her dusty office. Proper, restful sleep was impossible and dreaming was even more so. Meiko founded herself awaking to the scene before her; a seemingly endless number of unpaid bills and papers warning her that thi
A Vocaloid Fanfiction: Golden Heart - Neru - P13It had been hard. They both had to admit, it had been hard. Not all of their problems would be solved when they confessed their love for each other and they still had hardships they needed to face alone and together.
First off, to those (Meiko) who were frantically worrying about where Neru was after she abruptly left the party and those that were concerned for her health (Haku). And even Dell who still wasn't sure of what to think of the red-head. The two eventually realised they had a lot in common (especially with their love lives) and came off as plausible friends; much to the delight of Haku and Neru.
Once Neru had dragged herself out of Akaito's bed (even though they were together she still wasn't a hundred percent comfortable about sleeping in the bed of her man, even though he politely took the couch and left his bed to her) and rummaged through her purse to look for her mobile she found that the battery had died. After charging it, the phone was flooded with unread messages an
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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