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[Vocaloid Fanfiction] Clandestine (3/3)
Title: Clandestine
Chapter: 3 - Illicit Sacrifice
Fandom: Vocaloid
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Characters (in this chapter): KAITO, Kagamine Rin, Hatsune Miku, Kagamine Len, Megurine Luka
Pairings (in this chapter): Len/Miku, Rin/Miku
Rating: T/PG-13
Warnings: Character death and shoujo-ai.
Summary: “If my love for you still lives, cut away these wings. I will devote my body to evil.” Based on the song and video “Himitsu ~Kuro no Chikai~”.
Disclaimer: I do not own Vocaloid and their characters. The Vocaloid program belongs to Yamaha. In this chapter, the characters and their designs belong to Crypton Future Media, descriptions to the best of my ability. This story is based off the Vocaloid Song and PV “秘蜜〜黒の誓い〜” (Himitsu ~Kuro no Chikai~) by Hitoshizuku-P with art by Suzunosuke. Please note that this is merely my interpretation of the PV. Please do not accept this as what the story actually conveys. I do try to make scenes from the video appear, but the contents are of my interpretation.
[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2]
To be completely and utterly honest, angels have always hated the living world. It has always been a dirty, sinful place with filthy air and equally filthy beings. Although Adam and Eve were initially loved by the angels, along with all of the creatures that lived in the Garden of Eden, they were disliked when they ate the forbidden fruit from the Tree of Knowledge. After the time of the Great Flood that saved the pure Noah and his family, the earth had become sullied again. Jesus was the most loved for reasons that needn’t be explained. However, angels of all rank despised going there and delivering messages from God to humans, no matter its importance.
Kaito, an angel bearing the rank of Power, was no exception. Like all of the other angels, he would do anything for his Lord. He would perform his duty like he was commanded, and would not let his personal feelings intervene in any way, shape, matter, or form. The earth was a place that he dreaded going to, but if he was to go there to perform the Lord’s bidding, then he would without any complaints.
Through the clouds, the blue-haired angel could see the city. Taking in as much detail and smog as he could handle, he began to fly just above the houses, searching for that specific house where the teal-haired woman lived. Aside from his mission, something else lingered on his mind. A memory of happier times began to overtake him. If he found his Little Sister, he knew that he would have to kill her as well. As long as he didn’t find the smaller angel, it would probably be best to remember the best times they spent together…
“Big Brother Kaito!” a young blonde angel said with a bright smile on her face. She ran up to the taller angel, “How are you doing today?”
Upon hearing his name, the bluenet turned behind him, noticing the eager angel. “Ah, Little Rin,” he said, lightly ruffling the younger angel’s hair. “I’m doing well. You?”
Rin accepted the tousling, but then she dodged away from it. “Wonderful, Big Brother. What are we going to do today?” she asked.
“You are in training to become a Power such as myself, so perhaps we should practice war skills?” Kaito offered.
“War?” Rin repeated, a look of apprehension crossing her face. “There hasn’t been any problems since Lucifer’s Fall and revolt…”
“Luka…” the elder said softly, his eyes becoming distant and lost in memories, “she was quite powerful.”
Looking into blue eyes, the blonde blinked confusedly. “Luka?” She’d never heard the name of another angel cross the Power’s lips before.
“That’s Lucifer’s true name, the name from before she Fell. Like you, I took her under my wing. She was extremely powerful and skilled, and quickly earned favor with Our Lord. However…she committed far too many sins to repent for them. She took it upon herself to remove her own wings and Fall,” he said. His tone carried that of mild concern.
Such a tone was not lost on the blonde. “Did you care for her, Brother?”
Returning his focus to his young angel, a soft smile crossed his lips, “As much as I care for you. Luka was a precious Little Sister. Now,” he began to change the subject, “shall we proceed to training? You’ll learn how to fire a gun today.”
“A gun?” the blonde asked, enthusiasm in her voice. There was a new light in her blue eyes.
Kaito gave a sight chuckle. With a fondness for weapons, she would probably make a good Power. The two angels started their walk to the shooting range. There were many other angels there, both Powers and angels in training to become soldiers, firing off guns. Some hit the targets, others were very close, and there were the select few that would definitely be asked to try and work under a different rank of angel.
The two found an empty space, and then the Power pulled out his gun. It was a type of revolver, silver that glistened white in the light. He inserted six bullets into the barrel, the gun eye level with the blonde. Her blue eyes watched his white-gloved hands carefully. “This is how you remove the safety,” he said, flicking the switch. “And then…here, you can hold it,” the bluenet got behind the blonde, placing the gun in her right hand and placing her fingers in the proper position. “Just raise your arm, finger on the trigger…” The blonde did as instructed, lining up the center of the target in her sights.
Softly, the Power gave the order: “Fire.”
Immediately following the command, Rin’s finger pulled back on the trigger. There was a minor kickback, but nothing serious. Exhaling her held breath, she looked over at the target.
Two sets of blue eyes became wide. Bulls-eye.
“Brother Kaito,” the blonde said, getting over her initial shock, “was I supposed to get it on the first try?”
Closing his gaping mouth, the Power found himself able to speak, “On average, no.” He looked down at Rin, a proud smile across his face. “That was amazing!”
The blonde gave a mildly embarrassed laugh, “Thank you. May I try again?”
“Of course.”
Without being given orders, Rin aimed at the target and shot the last five bullets in succession. After the last one was shot, the two looked at the results. There were six holes, all aimed in nearly the exact same spot.
“Rin, you’re a natural!” the blue-haired man said, wrapping his arms around the younger angel and picking her up, spinning her.
In surprise, the blonde gave a squeal before laughing. “Thank you, Big Brother!” she said back.
By this time, other angels and Powers had gathered, also observing the target. They began to murmur amongst themselves, and a few gave they congratulations and praise. In embarrassment, the two angels looked at each other before giving gentle laughs. The Power readjusted his clothes from his outburst, and the blonde tried to accept as much praise as she could.
This was all mere weeks before the blonde disappeared…
Suddenly, the bluenet recognized where he was. He noticed that the houses were exactly like the ones he looked at on the map he was shown. Any second now, he would arrive at the location where it was believed Rin was staying. However, he noticed that there was someone, a young woman sitting in the garden. Quietly, he lands behind her, taking a few steps.
The woman was the one he was looking for. She had long teal hair, five buns atop each other, and wore a black wedding-type dress with five layers, as well as who knows how many petticoats underneath to keep its shape. She stares at a flower ring on her finger, a loving expression on her face. It kept her distracted from noticing the angel behind her.
Kaito gritted his teeth, blue eyes glaring at the black bride. Slowly, he raised his arm, aiming the gun…
§
Something felt off to Michaela. She was told to wait as Len prepared a surprise for her, so she decided to remain in the garden where he had proposed to her just yesterday. She had hoped that today would be their unofficial wedding day, considering that she’d yet to formally sign divorce papers.
However, she couldn't shake the fact of something otherworldly behind her. For a brief second, she thought it was Rin. The presence was similar, but there was something quite different about it that caused her to dismiss the belief that it was the blonde angel. Hopefully, whoever was watching her was just passing by and would continue on their way.
“Damnable human!” a male voice shouted. Startled, Miku nearly jumped off the ground. “You have sided with the Devil, and have committed sins against God. Even if you start praying now, he won’t save your soul. Prepare for the eternal damnation in the fiery flames of Hell!”
A click of what sounded like safety being removed from a handgun of some sort caused Miku to turn and look behind her. She briefly saw an angel with blue hair and eyes glaring at her, aiming a gun at her. “Wha—“
The gunshot was loud, reverberating in her ears. She fell backwards from the force, hair falling free from its style. Everything was turning hazy. Miku tried to breathe, but, instead, a liquid cough escaped her lips. The salty taste of iron filled her mouth, some of a sanguine liquid dribbling out her mouth. In an attempt to move, she turned her body to the side. Her eyelids were becoming heavier, and they eventually closed. The last thing she saw was the angel turning away from her, his work completed, and the flower that was on her finger. It was now crushed, a couple petals having fallen off.
‘…what…’ she thought as she began to sink into the darkness, losing consciousness, ‘what was he talking about…
‘Len…Rin…’
§
The blond was standing in the kitchen when he heard the gunshot. He remembered hearing once before that the neighborhood he and Michaela were living in was not the safest place. Abandoning the surprise he had just finished making, he strode out into the shared garden. Upon seeing his precious bride, his blue eyes became wide.
The black bride was lying on the ground, her eyes shut. Her long teal hair had become freed of its updo, strands stained and stuck together with the sanguine blood that surrounded her body. The pyxie ring was off her finger, now crushed just in front of her.
His worst nightmare had come true.
“Michaela?” he said softly, kneeling next to her. Len gently shook her shoulder, hoping for some sort of reaction. “Miku?” he called again. However, the teal-haired woman never stirred. She was already gone. Blue eyes became teary. The blond gently lifted the young woman towards his chest. He gave a sob, knowing that there was nothing he could do.
Well, almost nothing. Just before he lost hope, Len remembered what someone from his past had told him…
“If there ever comes a situation in which you want to trade your life for this Miku girl,” a husky voice said to the kneeling blond, “then you will lose your own life. You will be neither angel nor devil, and neither will she when her time comes. You will become a spirit in the otherworld, and, when she dies, she will join you.”
Crystal blue eyes looked over at the blond, “Do you understand, Rin?”
The young man looked up at the pink-haired Fallen angel, “Yes, Mistress Luka.”
“I’m going to teach you a little prayer. If the time comes that such situation arises, then you must relinquish the vow you made by saying it. I want you to listen carefully to what I say, as I will only say it once.” Softly and quickly, Lucifer said the spell to the newly Fallen angel.
“Understood,” the blond said. He had absorbed the spell into his memory, and he would never forget it.
A soft smile crossed the woman’s lips. “I can’t continue calling you ‘Rin’, can I? I will change your name. As long as you are a man, your name is to be ‘Len’.”
The blond softly repeated his new name to himself. It had a nice, yet familiar ring to it.
“Now go and return to her side. May your black vow be fulfilled…”
“My dear, lying cold,” the blond said, gently brushing Michaela’s bangs from her face. There was a stream of blood from her mouth, some slicked on her lips like lipstick. “I will spend all my life for you as I swore on that day…” The tears were unrelenting; they refused the young man’s wishes to stop. Len hesitated as he noticed that the gunshot wound was healing, the blood disappearing, and, the most miraculous part, her breathing started once again.
“My sin against God,” he whispered, bringing their foreheads together. Michaela had truly started breathing again; the blond could feel the gentle tendrils against his cheek. It was true, the prayer would bring her back to life. The tears wouldn’t stop, but at least he could be happy that his love would still be alive, even if it resulted in the lost of his life.
A gentle breeze started, loosening his hair ribbon. Blond hair fell free as Len continued his prayer. “All my acts of treachery should be paid by my death, so I will die for you…”
A soft voice was calling Michaela. She was submerged in darkness, but the voice of her precious love was calling out to her. She wanted to call out to Len and tell him that she was right here. That voice, however, felt like it was dragging her up from the obscurity that surrounded her.
From her closed eyes, she could see the gentle sunlight filtering through. A shadow mildly obstructed her view, which she believed was Len. “All my acts of treachery should be paid by my death, so I will die for you…” Miku heard. Len’s voice seemed it was changing in reverse. A young man’s voice should go lower, but his voice seemed to be changing in the other direction. Slowly, she opened her eyes.
“I believe, that’s my fate,” a young female voice said.
The young man was not holding Michaela. Instead, it was the young blonde angel she hadn’t seen in the longest time. Her blue eyes were teary, but a gentle smile was on her face. She was wearing black, the exact same outfit as Len, and, instead of her bangs braided, they were free and swooping from the part on the right. Petite cleavage peeked out from the open shirt. Her black-gloved hand gently brought the woman away so they could look at each other eye to eye.
Miku couldn’t believe her eyes. The angel she had been yearning to see had finally appeared before her. But, why was she dressed like Len? She took a breath, “Ri—“
However, before Miku could finish the name, Rin disappeared. In her place, lightly floating towards the ground, was a black feather. She reaches her hand out to the freefalling feather, and brought it close to her. There was a strange sensation going through her, almost like a realization.
Rin, the young blonde angel that loved her secretly, and Len, the young blond man that loved her openly, were the exact same person. And she loved both of them the same.
She screamed, clutching the feather even closer. Hunching over and crying, Miku had memories flowing through her. With all of these wondrous memories, how could she have not made the connections sooner?
“Len, why do you have these scars on your back?” Michaela asked softly. The afterglow had barely begun for the two. The event that had just occurred was amazing, yes, and now it was time for insecurities to dissipate between the two. Presently, the teal-haired bride was sitting up, gently stroking the bare back of the younger male. Just inside his shoulder blades was the fibrous tissue.
“They only look and feel like scars, but it’s only my birthmark. At least, that’s what I like to think of them as. I had an accident when I was younger, and these marks never healed properly,” the blond explained.
Leaning over, the teal-eyed woman brought her lips to the marks. The blond started before relaxing. “They’re still sensitive, it seems,” Miku said softly, a teasing smile crossing her lips.
Quickly, the teal-haired woman found herself again pinned under the blond. His blue eyes began to stare deep into hers. Her hands reached around him, resting on his back. Her fingers floated just over the scars, but their presence was quite evident. “Don’t forget,” Len said softly, provocatively, “that I can find every single sensitive spot on your body. I already know where a lot of them are.”
The smile changed to a smirk, “Is that a challenge?”
§
“I’m…I’m completely in love with you, Len.”
The blond’s hand cupped her cheek again. “Michaela…” he whispered before leaning in to meet her lips. The two shared a chaste kiss. As they pulled away from each other, their fingers intertwined, a gentle smile crossed both their lips.
“Please, call me Miku when we’re like this,” the bride said, formally granting permission for him to use her nickname.
“Miku…” the blond said, bringing their foreheads together and closing his eyes, “although we’ve gone outside protocol, will you still spend the rest of your days with me?”
The woman also closed her eyes, “I promise. Until the end of time.”
§
“…Oh!” Miku gasped when she realized what she had said, her own face flushing as well. “Oh, dear me, not like that at all! To do that…without being married…it’s not appropriate!” she flushed a little deeper when she considered her company, “Especially with another female…”
“…No, I understand,” Rin said, her voice faltering ever so slightly. “We’ll merely be sharing the bed, actually sleeping. And…you’ll have to forgive my wings.” Said wings spread out slightly before folding back in, almost like that of a bird’s.
“Now that I think about, you’ve always had your wings.“
“To give up one’s wings is to give up one’s right of being an angel,” Rin said, almost proudly. “It rarely occurs that an angel will sacrifice their wings. However, if it does occur, it’s in a forbidden situation.”
“Forbidden?” Miku asked. Her voice wavered slightly, “How so?”
“…Miku,” Rin said softly, facing the teal-haired woman, “how do you feel about me?”
“Huh? Where did this question come about from?” the human said, honestly confused.
“Please,” the blonde said, almost desperately, “just answer.”
“Well…I love you, Rin.”
Once again, a blush crossed Rin’s face.
“You’re like the younger sister that I never had while growing up.”
The way the angel’s eyes seemed to shine differently after saying that never set off signals in Miku’s mind.
§
“You poor thing!” the woman said softly, comfortingly. As she pulled away from the angel, she reached for gauze and lightly wrapped it around the angel’s arm. “Please, feel free to stay as long as you like,” she offered, a smile crossing her features again. “There’s no one here besides me, and I do get quite lonely.”
The angel blinked her blue eyes once…twice…and resumed to looking at that spot on the carpet. “Thank you…um….”
The woman covered her mouth, “Oh, pardon my manners! My name is Michaela. However, everyone’s called me Miku for as long as I can remember, so please, use my nickname.”
“Miku,” the angel said, testing the name on her tongue. “Thank you, Miku. My name is Rin.”
“Rin…” Miku said, letting the solitary name ring through the quiet of the house, “that’s such a beautiful name. It almost reminds me of a bell.”
“I think yours is much more beautiful!” Rin said quickly. The blush on her face changed to red.
However, Miku could feel a blush of her own appear on her own face. “…Thank you,” she said softly, “Rin…”
As she remembered everything that had occurred between the two (or would it be three?) of them, she failed to notice a new presence in front of her. “Michaela,” the voice said softly.
The teal-haired woman, knowing that she must be looking awful, raised her head. She saw her brunet husband. Miku gave another sob, “John…”
“Where is the young man?” he asked. The look in his eyes barely showed any emotion to his bride. If there was one that Miku could pick out, it was betrayal.
“H-he’s gone. He’ll never come back,” the woman replied, looking at the black feather in her hand. She couldn't bring herself to look at her husband’s eyes. She was the one who betrayed him, and she should be the one who feels guilty. Michaela was the one who ran off after the wedding with another man, and she was the one who slept with that other man.
To her surprise, her husband kneeled down to her and cupped her face in his hands. They merely stared at each other, as if trying to speak without vocal communication. John brought his lips to her brow, lightly kissing her. The bride gave another sob. Her husband wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Reflexively, Michaela was brought in closer, still crying.
“Even if he is gone,” John said softly, “that won’t stop my lawyer from coming here and asking you to sign the divorce papers.”
Miku pushed him away. Her tears began to flow again in overdrive. “You too, John? Is everyone leaving me?”
The brunet sighed, “If I had it my way, I would give you another chance. However, both of our parents agreed to us getting a divorce the second you left the church.” The teal-haired woman covered her face with her hands, sobbing harder. “I still love you, Michaela, but I do have to agree. You’d…been acting different. We were close while courting and after we got engaged, but before the wedding, something changed. You’re no longer in love with me, if you even were in the first place.”
“I did, at first,” Miku said, “but then I met that person that changed everything.”
“Was it that man?”
A sad smile came over her face, “Yes…but then again no.”
John had an air of confusion about him, “There was more than one man?”
“No, there was only one man, but he was also my precious, lovely angel.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
Michaela told him everything: about Rin, about Len, and how the two were the same person. She said the Rin was an angel, and that Len was technically a human, but was really Rin without her wings and undergone a change. She emphasized that the entire time that she was with Len, she never knew that it was Rin. To her surprise, it appeared that John believed everything she said.
“What happened to him?”
“Another angel came here and…killed me. However, Len made a vow to trade his life for mine if the situation arises. That’s what happened, and, just before he disappeared, I saw Rin. That’s when I finally made the connection that the two were the same.”
It was truly shocking to Michaela that her husband didn’t have an incredulous look on her face that carried the thought of sending her to an asylum. Instead, he sighed and placed his hands on her shoulders, “If you apologize to our parents and promise to stay with me, I’m sure they won’t force us to sign the divorce papers. I don’t even care if you don’t have feelings for me. Please, Michaela…”
Miku considered the situation. It was somewhat tempting. However, she shook her head, “I’m sorry…but I can’t bring myself to do that. I only want to be with Rin…or Len, depending on which I see. I must refuse your offer. I will sign those papers.” She sighed, “I wonder if I was truly in love with you, John. I still think of you as a friend, so please feel free to visit me.”
John chastely kissed Michaela, for what would probably be the last time. “I’ll stay until the lawyer arrives. Until then, why don’t we go back inside?” Giving her a hand, John helped Michaela up. The two walked back into the house, and walked into the kitchen.
Upon walking in the door, Miku covered her mouth with her hands. Just when she thought she’d run out of tears, she found herself able to keep crying.
Len had left a wonderful surprise: an apple pie.
“Did he make this?” John asked curiously, grabbing a knife.
“I taught Rin many things during the time she was here. One thing was how to make an apple pie. However, apples have further meaning,” the teal-haired woman sobbed. “They are common, mostly artistic, representation of the forbidden fruit. For an angel to love a human is forbidden. Therefore, Len was trying to tell me that our love was forbidden, and that he’s actually Rin…” Crying harder than before, Miku found herself unable to continue. John placed a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.
§
On an early September day, just after her nineteenth birthday, Michaela Hattenson was found dead in the study of her house.
A gun, one that was believed to come from the open box on her desk, was in her hand. An autopsy found that there was a gunshot wound in her head.
She wore the dress that was worn at her wedding, complete with the black veil she initially left behind.
When her ex-husband was asked questions on if he knew anything, he merely told investigators that she died from a broken heart. He said that he had nothing to do with her death. Her death was deemed a suicide, and nothing more.
§
Teal eyes opened slowly. It was surprising how quick her death was. The last things she remembered were closing her eyes, pulling the trigger, and the sound of the gunshot. Aside from that, it wasn’t that painful.
Michaela looked around. It was a strange, misty landscape. It was neither day nor night, but it could have been one or the other at the same time. Everything seemed so monochrome. Even her black wedding dress seemed to blend in perfectly with the surroundings. Brushing her teal bangs out of her line of vision, she took notice of the ring on her left hand. She had thought that the pyxie ring was destroyed…
Something new was in her right hand. A large red apple sat perfectly in her palm. It seemed to have some shine to it, but it would be hard to judge in this monotony. Its glossy red skin tempted the teal-haired woman to take a bite into its juicy flesh, but she knew better. She already knew what that forbidden fruit tasted like.
“Miku,” a female voice called out. Slowly, the teal-haired bride turned, and covered her mouth in surprise.
Standing just a short distance away, and steadily coming closer, was Miku’s blonde angel. She was dressed in her white outfit, and her wings were on her back once again. There was an apple in her right hand as well, but it was colored a deeper red, almost black. A soft smile was on her face.
Michaela found it hard to talk. She’d been dying to see her angel in so long and had so much to say, but the minute they meet again, she found herself speechless. When she finds her voice, only one word comes out: “…Rin?”
“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” Rin said softly, now standing face to face with the black bride.
“I’m sorry that I didn’t figure it out sooner!” the teal-eyed woman apologized. “Len…no, you were giving me all the signs, but I couldn’t interpret them until after the fact.”
“Len is the same entity as me,” Rin said. For a brief moment, she changed her appearance to look like the young man, hair tied back and black clothes. “If you wish for me to be in this form, I can change it at will,” he said before changing back to the female angel.
The black bride shook her head. “If you’re both the same, then it doesn’t matter what form you take. Rin…I love you. I was foolish and believed too much into the standards of society to think that I couldn’t love you. However, when you were gone, I blamed myself and missed you more than my fiancé. When you came back as Len…then I discovered the attraction. I was in love with you, and I’m still in love with Len.”
Softly, Miku began to cry, but stopped when a finger rested just under her eye, catching a drop. The apple had been dropped, but landed on the ground softly before rolling away a short distance. “I’ve loved you since we first met, Miku. My feelings are the same, when I’m Rin and when I’m Len. Even if I changed into a third form, I would still love you with the exact same feelings that I’ve had since the start.”
Yellow-painted fingers found their way into teal locks, guiding the slightly taller woman towards the angel’s lips. Their pink lips locked together in a perfect way, even in such a chaste form. Black gloved arms wrapped around a bare waist, hands and apple resting just above the blonde angel’s wings. The angel’s hand left Michaela’s hair, both now resting on a shoulder each. When both were out of breath, they separated. Teal gazed into blue, loving smiles on both their faces.
Miku’s red apple glistened in the gray light. The two females looked at it, no longer able to hold off the temptation. Holding it between them, the two lovers gently took bites from opposite sides. The taste was truly that of a delicious fruit, but it wasn’t the forbidden taste that either wanted. This one could be finished. They would have all of eternity to find that fruit that was forbidden, yes succulent to both of them.
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“That’s a wrap!” a man with a sports cap and megaphone said. The cameras stopped rolling, the fluorescents came on as the stage lighting died, and everyone began to applaud and congratulate each other.
The stars of the show, however, all gathered in a straight line, took their bows, and thanked the staff for their hard work during the process. Then the eight turned and began to head off into their private group.
They, of course, weren’t regular humans, but rather vocal androids. “Vocaloids”, for short.
“Luka-chan,” said the violet-haired samurai, a flirtatious look in his blue eyes, “you look so beautiful in that outfit.” The bilingual Vocaloid was still wearing the black dress she wore during the filming, the faux scars still on her shoulder blades. Her blue eyes narrowed at the clear attempts from the man she believed to be a philanderer. “I was wondering if—“
“Shut it. We’ve already made plans to eat as a group, remember?” she said sharply, slapping Gakupo’s hands as the made their way around her waist.
Elsewhere in the small group, the blue-haired Vocaloid bowed repeatedly to the teal-haired diva. “Miku-chan, I’m so sorry! I would never harm you in any way! Forgive me!”
Giving one of her smiles, the ones that melted everyone’s hearts and made them feel better, Miku tried to calm Kaito down. “Oniichan,” she started, “don’t worry about it. It’s just acting, and we’ve done it lots of times before.”
“I wonder if the restaurant has alcohol…” the brunette muttered to herself. She had already changed back into her typical red outfit with brown boots.
Next to her, Gumi gave a confused expression, “Meiko-san is concerned about that?”
The twins, however, were caught up in a sibling embrace. The minute the director said cut, the tears began to well up in the blonde’s eyes. It was up to her brother to console her. When Rin finally calmed down, Len gave her a congratulatory smile. “Good work, Rin! But…” the blond looked at his hands; white feathers had begun to shed and fall off, “aren’t those wings annoying?”
Rin looked behind her at the faux appendages, “Mmm…not really. I’m going to get changed before everyone starts heading in the dressing room.” Giving Len a wave, she headed off. The other twin waved back, but then continued giving congratulations.
The blonde changed into her typical sailor outfit quickly. Placing her headset with the signature large white ribbon on her head, she walked to costuming to return her outfit. Then she waited, for what was only known by her.
“No, go on without me! I’ll catch up!” the teal-haired Vocaloid said as she walked through the door. She had also changed back into her uniform, carrying the many different dresses in her arms. Although it looked like she was fine, it was clear that Miku was having some difficulty carrying the large bundles. The blonde gave a sigh before giving her big sister a hand. Grabbing part of the costumes herself, she gave the diva a shock. “Huh? Rin-chan?”
“You looked like you needed help, Miku-nee. I’ll give you a hand.”
“Thank you,” Miku said softly, a smile crossing her lips.
Rin gave an innocent smile back. However, her thoughts were in overdrive. The two Vocaloids gave the outfits to the appropriate people, and then proceeded to catch up with everyone else.
“Uh, Miku-nee?” the fourteen-year-old started softly as they walked on the sidewalk. The movie studio was only a few blocks away from a restaurant that the eight agreed on, and the two younger females were still some distance away from the rest of the group.
“Yes?” the older of the two asked back.
“I was wondering…” Rin could feel a pinkish blush cross her face. This was so embarrassing, “…if you wanted to do something with me. We do everything as a group, but I want to spend some time with just you.” She stopped in front of the diva so they could look eye to eye. “Would that we okay?”
Stopping as well, Miku’s teal eyes blinked once…twice…and then she closed them for a third time, a smile crossing her face. “Of course! Rin-chan is more than welcome to spend time with me!” The famous Vocaloid began to move forward again, trying to think of what they could do. “We can go shopping…or something like that…”
Miku failed to notice, however, that the blonde had a smirk on her face. ‘Perfect,’ she thought to herself, ‘the first step went flawlessly.’
The plan was set. Rin would make a black vow of her own. Her one wish, however, was that their story would have a happier conclusion sooner than that of the angel and the black bride.
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A/N: The omake came to me as I wrote the outline for the third chapter. I felt like writing some actual Vocaloids compared to the characterizations in the song/PV.
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Chapter: 3 - Illicit Sacrifice
Fandom: Vocaloid
Author/Artist:
violathornhaven/ladyviolathornhaven on ff.netCharacters (in this chapter): KAITO, Kagamine Rin, Hatsune Miku, Kagamine Len, Megurine Luka
Pairings (in this chapter): Len/Miku, Rin/Miku
Rating: T/PG-13
Warnings: Character death and shoujo-ai.
Summary: “If my love for you still lives, cut away these wings. I will devote my body to evil.” Based on the song and video “Himitsu ~Kuro no Chikai~”.
Disclaimer: I do not own Vocaloid and their characters. The Vocaloid program belongs to Yamaha. In this chapter, the characters and their designs belong to Crypton Future Media, descriptions to the best of my ability. This story is based off the Vocaloid Song and PV “秘蜜〜黒の誓い〜” (Himitsu ~Kuro no Chikai~) by Hitoshizuku-P with art by Suzunosuke. Please note that this is merely my interpretation of the PV. Please do not accept this as what the story actually conveys. I do try to make scenes from the video appear, but the contents are of my interpretation.
[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2]
Clandestine
Chapter 3: Illicit Sacrifice
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Chapter 3: Illicit Sacrifice
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To be completely and utterly honest, angels have always hated the living world. It has always been a dirty, sinful place with filthy air and equally filthy beings. Although Adam and Eve were initially loved by the angels, along with all of the creatures that lived in the Garden of Eden, they were disliked when they ate the forbidden fruit from the Tree of Knowledge. After the time of the Great Flood that saved the pure Noah and his family, the earth had become sullied again. Jesus was the most loved for reasons that needn’t be explained. However, angels of all rank despised going there and delivering messages from God to humans, no matter its importance.
Kaito, an angel bearing the rank of Power, was no exception. Like all of the other angels, he would do anything for his Lord. He would perform his duty like he was commanded, and would not let his personal feelings intervene in any way, shape, matter, or form. The earth was a place that he dreaded going to, but if he was to go there to perform the Lord’s bidding, then he would without any complaints.
Through the clouds, the blue-haired angel could see the city. Taking in as much detail and smog as he could handle, he began to fly just above the houses, searching for that specific house where the teal-haired woman lived. Aside from his mission, something else lingered on his mind. A memory of happier times began to overtake him. If he found his Little Sister, he knew that he would have to kill her as well. As long as he didn’t find the smaller angel, it would probably be best to remember the best times they spent together…
“Big Brother Kaito!” a young blonde angel said with a bright smile on her face. She ran up to the taller angel, “How are you doing today?”
Upon hearing his name, the bluenet turned behind him, noticing the eager angel. “Ah, Little Rin,” he said, lightly ruffling the younger angel’s hair. “I’m doing well. You?”
Rin accepted the tousling, but then she dodged away from it. “Wonderful, Big Brother. What are we going to do today?” she asked.
“You are in training to become a Power such as myself, so perhaps we should practice war skills?” Kaito offered.
“War?” Rin repeated, a look of apprehension crossing her face. “There hasn’t been any problems since Lucifer’s Fall and revolt…”
“Luka…” the elder said softly, his eyes becoming distant and lost in memories, “she was quite powerful.”
Looking into blue eyes, the blonde blinked confusedly. “Luka?” She’d never heard the name of another angel cross the Power’s lips before.
“That’s Lucifer’s true name, the name from before she Fell. Like you, I took her under my wing. She was extremely powerful and skilled, and quickly earned favor with Our Lord. However…she committed far too many sins to repent for them. She took it upon herself to remove her own wings and Fall,” he said. His tone carried that of mild concern.
Such a tone was not lost on the blonde. “Did you care for her, Brother?”
Returning his focus to his young angel, a soft smile crossed his lips, “As much as I care for you. Luka was a precious Little Sister. Now,” he began to change the subject, “shall we proceed to training? You’ll learn how to fire a gun today.”
“A gun?” the blonde asked, enthusiasm in her voice. There was a new light in her blue eyes.
Kaito gave a sight chuckle. With a fondness for weapons, she would probably make a good Power. The two angels started their walk to the shooting range. There were many other angels there, both Powers and angels in training to become soldiers, firing off guns. Some hit the targets, others were very close, and there were the select few that would definitely be asked to try and work under a different rank of angel.
The two found an empty space, and then the Power pulled out his gun. It was a type of revolver, silver that glistened white in the light. He inserted six bullets into the barrel, the gun eye level with the blonde. Her blue eyes watched his white-gloved hands carefully. “This is how you remove the safety,” he said, flicking the switch. “And then…here, you can hold it,” the bluenet got behind the blonde, placing the gun in her right hand and placing her fingers in the proper position. “Just raise your arm, finger on the trigger…” The blonde did as instructed, lining up the center of the target in her sights.
Softly, the Power gave the order: “Fire.”
Immediately following the command, Rin’s finger pulled back on the trigger. There was a minor kickback, but nothing serious. Exhaling her held breath, she looked over at the target.
Two sets of blue eyes became wide. Bulls-eye.
“Brother Kaito,” the blonde said, getting over her initial shock, “was I supposed to get it on the first try?”
Closing his gaping mouth, the Power found himself able to speak, “On average, no.” He looked down at Rin, a proud smile across his face. “That was amazing!”
The blonde gave a mildly embarrassed laugh, “Thank you. May I try again?”
“Of course.”
Without being given orders, Rin aimed at the target and shot the last five bullets in succession. After the last one was shot, the two looked at the results. There were six holes, all aimed in nearly the exact same spot.
“Rin, you’re a natural!” the blue-haired man said, wrapping his arms around the younger angel and picking her up, spinning her.
In surprise, the blonde gave a squeal before laughing. “Thank you, Big Brother!” she said back.
By this time, other angels and Powers had gathered, also observing the target. They began to murmur amongst themselves, and a few gave they congratulations and praise. In embarrassment, the two angels looked at each other before giving gentle laughs. The Power readjusted his clothes from his outburst, and the blonde tried to accept as much praise as she could.
This was all mere weeks before the blonde disappeared…
Suddenly, the bluenet recognized where he was. He noticed that the houses were exactly like the ones he looked at on the map he was shown. Any second now, he would arrive at the location where it was believed Rin was staying. However, he noticed that there was someone, a young woman sitting in the garden. Quietly, he lands behind her, taking a few steps.
The woman was the one he was looking for. She had long teal hair, five buns atop each other, and wore a black wedding-type dress with five layers, as well as who knows how many petticoats underneath to keep its shape. She stares at a flower ring on her finger, a loving expression on her face. It kept her distracted from noticing the angel behind her.
Kaito gritted his teeth, blue eyes glaring at the black bride. Slowly, he raised his arm, aiming the gun…
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Something felt off to Michaela. She was told to wait as Len prepared a surprise for her, so she decided to remain in the garden where he had proposed to her just yesterday. She had hoped that today would be their unofficial wedding day, considering that she’d yet to formally sign divorce papers.
However, she couldn't shake the fact of something otherworldly behind her. For a brief second, she thought it was Rin. The presence was similar, but there was something quite different about it that caused her to dismiss the belief that it was the blonde angel. Hopefully, whoever was watching her was just passing by and would continue on their way.
“Damnable human!” a male voice shouted. Startled, Miku nearly jumped off the ground. “You have sided with the Devil, and have committed sins against God. Even if you start praying now, he won’t save your soul. Prepare for the eternal damnation in the fiery flames of Hell!”
A click of what sounded like safety being removed from a handgun of some sort caused Miku to turn and look behind her. She briefly saw an angel with blue hair and eyes glaring at her, aiming a gun at her. “Wha—“
The gunshot was loud, reverberating in her ears. She fell backwards from the force, hair falling free from its style. Everything was turning hazy. Miku tried to breathe, but, instead, a liquid cough escaped her lips. The salty taste of iron filled her mouth, some of a sanguine liquid dribbling out her mouth. In an attempt to move, she turned her body to the side. Her eyelids were becoming heavier, and they eventually closed. The last thing she saw was the angel turning away from her, his work completed, and the flower that was on her finger. It was now crushed, a couple petals having fallen off.
‘…what…’ she thought as she began to sink into the darkness, losing consciousness, ‘what was he talking about…
‘Len…Rin…’
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The blond was standing in the kitchen when he heard the gunshot. He remembered hearing once before that the neighborhood he and Michaela were living in was not the safest place. Abandoning the surprise he had just finished making, he strode out into the shared garden. Upon seeing his precious bride, his blue eyes became wide.
The black bride was lying on the ground, her eyes shut. Her long teal hair had become freed of its updo, strands stained and stuck together with the sanguine blood that surrounded her body. The pyxie ring was off her finger, now crushed just in front of her.
His worst nightmare had come true.
“Michaela?” he said softly, kneeling next to her. Len gently shook her shoulder, hoping for some sort of reaction. “Miku?” he called again. However, the teal-haired woman never stirred. She was already gone. Blue eyes became teary. The blond gently lifted the young woman towards his chest. He gave a sob, knowing that there was nothing he could do.
Well, almost nothing. Just before he lost hope, Len remembered what someone from his past had told him…
“If there ever comes a situation in which you want to trade your life for this Miku girl,” a husky voice said to the kneeling blond, “then you will lose your own life. You will be neither angel nor devil, and neither will she when her time comes. You will become a spirit in the otherworld, and, when she dies, she will join you.”
Crystal blue eyes looked over at the blond, “Do you understand, Rin?”
The young man looked up at the pink-haired Fallen angel, “Yes, Mistress Luka.”
“I’m going to teach you a little prayer. If the time comes that such situation arises, then you must relinquish the vow you made by saying it. I want you to listen carefully to what I say, as I will only say it once.” Softly and quickly, Lucifer said the spell to the newly Fallen angel.
“Understood,” the blond said. He had absorbed the spell into his memory, and he would never forget it.
A soft smile crossed the woman’s lips. “I can’t continue calling you ‘Rin’, can I? I will change your name. As long as you are a man, your name is to be ‘Len’.”
The blond softly repeated his new name to himself. It had a nice, yet familiar ring to it.
“Now go and return to her side. May your black vow be fulfilled…”
“My dear, lying cold,” the blond said, gently brushing Michaela’s bangs from her face. There was a stream of blood from her mouth, some slicked on her lips like lipstick. “I will spend all my life for you as I swore on that day…” The tears were unrelenting; they refused the young man’s wishes to stop. Len hesitated as he noticed that the gunshot wound was healing, the blood disappearing, and, the most miraculous part, her breathing started once again.
“My sin against God,” he whispered, bringing their foreheads together. Michaela had truly started breathing again; the blond could feel the gentle tendrils against his cheek. It was true, the prayer would bring her back to life. The tears wouldn’t stop, but at least he could be happy that his love would still be alive, even if it resulted in the lost of his life.
A gentle breeze started, loosening his hair ribbon. Blond hair fell free as Len continued his prayer. “All my acts of treachery should be paid by my death, so I will die for you…”
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A soft voice was calling Michaela. She was submerged in darkness, but the voice of her precious love was calling out to her. She wanted to call out to Len and tell him that she was right here. That voice, however, felt like it was dragging her up from the obscurity that surrounded her.
From her closed eyes, she could see the gentle sunlight filtering through. A shadow mildly obstructed her view, which she believed was Len. “All my acts of treachery should be paid by my death, so I will die for you…” Miku heard. Len’s voice seemed it was changing in reverse. A young man’s voice should go lower, but his voice seemed to be changing in the other direction. Slowly, she opened her eyes.
“I believe, that’s my fate,” a young female voice said.
The young man was not holding Michaela. Instead, it was the young blonde angel she hadn’t seen in the longest time. Her blue eyes were teary, but a gentle smile was on her face. She was wearing black, the exact same outfit as Len, and, instead of her bangs braided, they were free and swooping from the part on the right. Petite cleavage peeked out from the open shirt. Her black-gloved hand gently brought the woman away so they could look at each other eye to eye.
Miku couldn’t believe her eyes. The angel she had been yearning to see had finally appeared before her. But, why was she dressed like Len? She took a breath, “Ri—“
However, before Miku could finish the name, Rin disappeared. In her place, lightly floating towards the ground, was a black feather. She reaches her hand out to the freefalling feather, and brought it close to her. There was a strange sensation going through her, almost like a realization.
Rin, the young blonde angel that loved her secretly, and Len, the young blond man that loved her openly, were the exact same person. And she loved both of them the same.
She screamed, clutching the feather even closer. Hunching over and crying, Miku had memories flowing through her. With all of these wondrous memories, how could she have not made the connections sooner?
“Len, why do you have these scars on your back?” Michaela asked softly. The afterglow had barely begun for the two. The event that had just occurred was amazing, yes, and now it was time for insecurities to dissipate between the two. Presently, the teal-haired bride was sitting up, gently stroking the bare back of the younger male. Just inside his shoulder blades was the fibrous tissue.
“They only look and feel like scars, but it’s only my birthmark. At least, that’s what I like to think of them as. I had an accident when I was younger, and these marks never healed properly,” the blond explained.
Leaning over, the teal-eyed woman brought her lips to the marks. The blond started before relaxing. “They’re still sensitive, it seems,” Miku said softly, a teasing smile crossing her lips.
Quickly, the teal-haired woman found herself again pinned under the blond. His blue eyes began to stare deep into hers. Her hands reached around him, resting on his back. Her fingers floated just over the scars, but their presence was quite evident. “Don’t forget,” Len said softly, provocatively, “that I can find every single sensitive spot on your body. I already know where a lot of them are.”
The smile changed to a smirk, “Is that a challenge?”
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“I’m…I’m completely in love with you, Len.”
The blond’s hand cupped her cheek again. “Michaela…” he whispered before leaning in to meet her lips. The two shared a chaste kiss. As they pulled away from each other, their fingers intertwined, a gentle smile crossed both their lips.
“Please, call me Miku when we’re like this,” the bride said, formally granting permission for him to use her nickname.
“Miku…” the blond said, bringing their foreheads together and closing his eyes, “although we’ve gone outside protocol, will you still spend the rest of your days with me?”
The woman also closed her eyes, “I promise. Until the end of time.”
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“…Oh!” Miku gasped when she realized what she had said, her own face flushing as well. “Oh, dear me, not like that at all! To do that…without being married…it’s not appropriate!” she flushed a little deeper when she considered her company, “Especially with another female…”
“…No, I understand,” Rin said, her voice faltering ever so slightly. “We’ll merely be sharing the bed, actually sleeping. And…you’ll have to forgive my wings.” Said wings spread out slightly before folding back in, almost like that of a bird’s.
“Now that I think about, you’ve always had your wings.“
“To give up one’s wings is to give up one’s right of being an angel,” Rin said, almost proudly. “It rarely occurs that an angel will sacrifice their wings. However, if it does occur, it’s in a forbidden situation.”
“Forbidden?” Miku asked. Her voice wavered slightly, “How so?”
“…Miku,” Rin said softly, facing the teal-haired woman, “how do you feel about me?”
“Huh? Where did this question come about from?” the human said, honestly confused.
“Please,” the blonde said, almost desperately, “just answer.”
“Well…I love you, Rin.”
Once again, a blush crossed Rin’s face.
“You’re like the younger sister that I never had while growing up.”
The way the angel’s eyes seemed to shine differently after saying that never set off signals in Miku’s mind.
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“You poor thing!” the woman said softly, comfortingly. As she pulled away from the angel, she reached for gauze and lightly wrapped it around the angel’s arm. “Please, feel free to stay as long as you like,” she offered, a smile crossing her features again. “There’s no one here besides me, and I do get quite lonely.”
The angel blinked her blue eyes once…twice…and resumed to looking at that spot on the carpet. “Thank you…um….”
The woman covered her mouth, “Oh, pardon my manners! My name is Michaela. However, everyone’s called me Miku for as long as I can remember, so please, use my nickname.”
“Miku,” the angel said, testing the name on her tongue. “Thank you, Miku. My name is Rin.”
“Rin…” Miku said, letting the solitary name ring through the quiet of the house, “that’s such a beautiful name. It almost reminds me of a bell.”
“I think yours is much more beautiful!” Rin said quickly. The blush on her face changed to red.
However, Miku could feel a blush of her own appear on her own face. “…Thank you,” she said softly, “Rin…”
As she remembered everything that had occurred between the two (or would it be three?) of them, she failed to notice a new presence in front of her. “Michaela,” the voice said softly.
The teal-haired woman, knowing that she must be looking awful, raised her head. She saw her brunet husband. Miku gave another sob, “John…”
“Where is the young man?” he asked. The look in his eyes barely showed any emotion to his bride. If there was one that Miku could pick out, it was betrayal.
“H-he’s gone. He’ll never come back,” the woman replied, looking at the black feather in her hand. She couldn't bring herself to look at her husband’s eyes. She was the one who betrayed him, and she should be the one who feels guilty. Michaela was the one who ran off after the wedding with another man, and she was the one who slept with that other man.
To her surprise, her husband kneeled down to her and cupped her face in his hands. They merely stared at each other, as if trying to speak without vocal communication. John brought his lips to her brow, lightly kissing her. The bride gave another sob. Her husband wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Reflexively, Michaela was brought in closer, still crying.
“Even if he is gone,” John said softly, “that won’t stop my lawyer from coming here and asking you to sign the divorce papers.”
Miku pushed him away. Her tears began to flow again in overdrive. “You too, John? Is everyone leaving me?”
The brunet sighed, “If I had it my way, I would give you another chance. However, both of our parents agreed to us getting a divorce the second you left the church.” The teal-haired woman covered her face with her hands, sobbing harder. “I still love you, Michaela, but I do have to agree. You’d…been acting different. We were close while courting and after we got engaged, but before the wedding, something changed. You’re no longer in love with me, if you even were in the first place.”
“I did, at first,” Miku said, “but then I met that person that changed everything.”
“Was it that man?”
A sad smile came over her face, “Yes…but then again no.”
John had an air of confusion about him, “There was more than one man?”
“No, there was only one man, but he was also my precious, lovely angel.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
Michaela told him everything: about Rin, about Len, and how the two were the same person. She said the Rin was an angel, and that Len was technically a human, but was really Rin without her wings and undergone a change. She emphasized that the entire time that she was with Len, she never knew that it was Rin. To her surprise, it appeared that John believed everything she said.
“What happened to him?”
“Another angel came here and…killed me. However, Len made a vow to trade his life for mine if the situation arises. That’s what happened, and, just before he disappeared, I saw Rin. That’s when I finally made the connection that the two were the same.”
It was truly shocking to Michaela that her husband didn’t have an incredulous look on her face that carried the thought of sending her to an asylum. Instead, he sighed and placed his hands on her shoulders, “If you apologize to our parents and promise to stay with me, I’m sure they won’t force us to sign the divorce papers. I don’t even care if you don’t have feelings for me. Please, Michaela…”
Miku considered the situation. It was somewhat tempting. However, she shook her head, “I’m sorry…but I can’t bring myself to do that. I only want to be with Rin…or Len, depending on which I see. I must refuse your offer. I will sign those papers.” She sighed, “I wonder if I was truly in love with you, John. I still think of you as a friend, so please feel free to visit me.”
John chastely kissed Michaela, for what would probably be the last time. “I’ll stay until the lawyer arrives. Until then, why don’t we go back inside?” Giving her a hand, John helped Michaela up. The two walked back into the house, and walked into the kitchen.
Upon walking in the door, Miku covered her mouth with her hands. Just when she thought she’d run out of tears, she found herself able to keep crying.
Len had left a wonderful surprise: an apple pie.
“Did he make this?” John asked curiously, grabbing a knife.
“I taught Rin many things during the time she was here. One thing was how to make an apple pie. However, apples have further meaning,” the teal-haired woman sobbed. “They are common, mostly artistic, representation of the forbidden fruit. For an angel to love a human is forbidden. Therefore, Len was trying to tell me that our love was forbidden, and that he’s actually Rin…” Crying harder than before, Miku found herself unable to continue. John placed a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.
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On an early September day, just after her nineteenth birthday, Michaela Hattenson was found dead in the study of her house.
A gun, one that was believed to come from the open box on her desk, was in her hand. An autopsy found that there was a gunshot wound in her head.
She wore the dress that was worn at her wedding, complete with the black veil she initially left behind.
When her ex-husband was asked questions on if he knew anything, he merely told investigators that she died from a broken heart. He said that he had nothing to do with her death. Her death was deemed a suicide, and nothing more.
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Teal eyes opened slowly. It was surprising how quick her death was. The last things she remembered were closing her eyes, pulling the trigger, and the sound of the gunshot. Aside from that, it wasn’t that painful.
Michaela looked around. It was a strange, misty landscape. It was neither day nor night, but it could have been one or the other at the same time. Everything seemed so monochrome. Even her black wedding dress seemed to blend in perfectly with the surroundings. Brushing her teal bangs out of her line of vision, she took notice of the ring on her left hand. She had thought that the pyxie ring was destroyed…
Something new was in her right hand. A large red apple sat perfectly in her palm. It seemed to have some shine to it, but it would be hard to judge in this monotony. Its glossy red skin tempted the teal-haired woman to take a bite into its juicy flesh, but she knew better. She already knew what that forbidden fruit tasted like.
“Miku,” a female voice called out. Slowly, the teal-haired bride turned, and covered her mouth in surprise.
Standing just a short distance away, and steadily coming closer, was Miku’s blonde angel. She was dressed in her white outfit, and her wings were on her back once again. There was an apple in her right hand as well, but it was colored a deeper red, almost black. A soft smile was on her face.
Michaela found it hard to talk. She’d been dying to see her angel in so long and had so much to say, but the minute they meet again, she found herself speechless. When she finds her voice, only one word comes out: “…Rin?”
“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” Rin said softly, now standing face to face with the black bride.
“I’m sorry that I didn’t figure it out sooner!” the teal-eyed woman apologized. “Len…no, you were giving me all the signs, but I couldn’t interpret them until after the fact.”
“Len is the same entity as me,” Rin said. For a brief moment, she changed her appearance to look like the young man, hair tied back and black clothes. “If you wish for me to be in this form, I can change it at will,” he said before changing back to the female angel.
The black bride shook her head. “If you’re both the same, then it doesn’t matter what form you take. Rin…I love you. I was foolish and believed too much into the standards of society to think that I couldn’t love you. However, when you were gone, I blamed myself and missed you more than my fiancé. When you came back as Len…then I discovered the attraction. I was in love with you, and I’m still in love with Len.”
Softly, Miku began to cry, but stopped when a finger rested just under her eye, catching a drop. The apple had been dropped, but landed on the ground softly before rolling away a short distance. “I’ve loved you since we first met, Miku. My feelings are the same, when I’m Rin and when I’m Len. Even if I changed into a third form, I would still love you with the exact same feelings that I’ve had since the start.”
Yellow-painted fingers found their way into teal locks, guiding the slightly taller woman towards the angel’s lips. Their pink lips locked together in a perfect way, even in such a chaste form. Black gloved arms wrapped around a bare waist, hands and apple resting just above the blonde angel’s wings. The angel’s hand left Michaela’s hair, both now resting on a shoulder each. When both were out of breath, they separated. Teal gazed into blue, loving smiles on both their faces.
Miku’s red apple glistened in the gray light. The two females looked at it, no longer able to hold off the temptation. Holding it between them, the two lovers gently took bites from opposite sides. The taste was truly that of a delicious fruit, but it wasn’t the forbidden taste that either wanted. This one could be finished. They would have all of eternity to find that fruit that was forbidden, yes succulent to both of them.
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Omake
“That’s a wrap!” a man with a sports cap and megaphone said. The cameras stopped rolling, the fluorescents came on as the stage lighting died, and everyone began to applaud and congratulate each other.
The stars of the show, however, all gathered in a straight line, took their bows, and thanked the staff for their hard work during the process. Then the eight turned and began to head off into their private group.
They, of course, weren’t regular humans, but rather vocal androids. “Vocaloids”, for short.
“Luka-chan,” said the violet-haired samurai, a flirtatious look in his blue eyes, “you look so beautiful in that outfit.” The bilingual Vocaloid was still wearing the black dress she wore during the filming, the faux scars still on her shoulder blades. Her blue eyes narrowed at the clear attempts from the man she believed to be a philanderer. “I was wondering if—“
“Shut it. We’ve already made plans to eat as a group, remember?” she said sharply, slapping Gakupo’s hands as the made their way around her waist.
Elsewhere in the small group, the blue-haired Vocaloid bowed repeatedly to the teal-haired diva. “Miku-chan, I’m so sorry! I would never harm you in any way! Forgive me!”
Giving one of her smiles, the ones that melted everyone’s hearts and made them feel better, Miku tried to calm Kaito down. “Oniichan,” she started, “don’t worry about it. It’s just acting, and we’ve done it lots of times before.”
“I wonder if the restaurant has alcohol…” the brunette muttered to herself. She had already changed back into her typical red outfit with brown boots.
Next to her, Gumi gave a confused expression, “Meiko-san is concerned about that?”
The twins, however, were caught up in a sibling embrace. The minute the director said cut, the tears began to well up in the blonde’s eyes. It was up to her brother to console her. When Rin finally calmed down, Len gave her a congratulatory smile. “Good work, Rin! But…” the blond looked at his hands; white feathers had begun to shed and fall off, “aren’t those wings annoying?”
Rin looked behind her at the faux appendages, “Mmm…not really. I’m going to get changed before everyone starts heading in the dressing room.” Giving Len a wave, she headed off. The other twin waved back, but then continued giving congratulations.
The blonde changed into her typical sailor outfit quickly. Placing her headset with the signature large white ribbon on her head, she walked to costuming to return her outfit. Then she waited, for what was only known by her.
“No, go on without me! I’ll catch up!” the teal-haired Vocaloid said as she walked through the door. She had also changed back into her uniform, carrying the many different dresses in her arms. Although it looked like she was fine, it was clear that Miku was having some difficulty carrying the large bundles. The blonde gave a sigh before giving her big sister a hand. Grabbing part of the costumes herself, she gave the diva a shock. “Huh? Rin-chan?”
“You looked like you needed help, Miku-nee. I’ll give you a hand.”
“Thank you,” Miku said softly, a smile crossing her lips.
Rin gave an innocent smile back. However, her thoughts were in overdrive. The two Vocaloids gave the outfits to the appropriate people, and then proceeded to catch up with everyone else.
“Uh, Miku-nee?” the fourteen-year-old started softly as they walked on the sidewalk. The movie studio was only a few blocks away from a restaurant that the eight agreed on, and the two younger females were still some distance away from the rest of the group.
“Yes?” the older of the two asked back.
“I was wondering…” Rin could feel a pinkish blush cross her face. This was so embarrassing, “…if you wanted to do something with me. We do everything as a group, but I want to spend some time with just you.” She stopped in front of the diva so they could look eye to eye. “Would that we okay?”
Stopping as well, Miku’s teal eyes blinked once…twice…and then she closed them for a third time, a smile crossing her face. “Of course! Rin-chan is more than welcome to spend time with me!” The famous Vocaloid began to move forward again, trying to think of what they could do. “We can go shopping…or something like that…”
Miku failed to notice, however, that the blonde had a smirk on her face. ‘Perfect,’ she thought to herself, ‘the first step went flawlessly.’
The plan was set. Rin would make a black vow of her own. Her one wish, however, was that their story would have a happier conclusion sooner than that of the angel and the black bride.
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A/N: The omake came to me as I wrote the outline for the third chapter. I felt like writing some actual Vocaloids compared to the characterizations in the song/PV.
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秘蜜〜無職の誓い〜 by 鈴ノ助
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