Type: Vocaloid x Vocaloid

Main Characters: Miku, Len

Author's Note: I am sorry this is so strange, confusing and bizarre. I don't know what I was trying to achieve in this one-shot but suffice it to say, I failed in every respect. I don't even know what this is or why I wrote it. All I can say it, I am very, very sorry for writing such a horrid Miku x Len one-shot. I promise I will write a better one soon.

Also, apologies in advance for rampant spelling errors. I WILL FIX THEM SOON and if you point them out, it'd save me some time. :3

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"Salt is at five."

My mother's voice is soft and comforting. She must have a face that matches, I tell myself. When I hear her call, it comes from my right. I map out the table in my head, like I've been doing for the past sixteen years, and reach forward, you could say, blindly, for the salt shaker.

"Thank you," I nod. I heard a soft giggle. It's my mom again.

"It's getting dark, Miku," she says.

I want her to describe it, the colours of the sky, the hands on the wall clock, but I don't ask. She doesn't like it when I speak about things like that. She's never said it outright but I can tell by the tone of her voice. I wish I could say that her body language tells me, but to be honest, I've never been able to read a person's body language or facial expression. I've gotten used to it. Not like I know what I'm missing, anyway.

"Okay," I answer, rubbing my fingers against my plate. It's warm and smooth. My mom removed it from the dishwasher just before dinner time.

"Do you want to finish your food?"

"No."

I press my palms against the slightly splintered and chapped wood table and get to my feet. My joints creak slightly. I don't take enough care of myself, but I don't want to be taking meds all the time. It makes my mom angry, or disappointed, at least.

She says she has teal hair but how can I believe her? I don't even know what 'teal' is.

"Miku, is something wrong?" She asks, interrupting my thoughts. I let my hands slip off of the table and take a few steps across the carpet, making dull thudding sounds as I step.

"No," I say, lying. The voices are in my head and I don't want to tell her that I haven't been taking the pills the doctor prescribed to me last week. "I'm going to my room."

It's easy to lie to my mother. I never have to meet her eyes because I don't know where she is looking and she doesn't expect me to make eye contact. I don't like lying but I don't like taking medications all the time, either. The voices in my head aren't so bad. The pain in my legs is bearable, and everyone knows that there is nothing that can be done about my sight. I rub my feet across the carpet and my toes hit the cold wood of the stairs. I reach up for the handrail and slowly climb.

"Miku!" The voice sounds like my mother's but I can't be sure. That's the great thing about hearing things; I get to hear people who aren't there. Voices get warped and I enter a world where I am not the person I normally am. "Someone is here to see you!"

"Mom!" I yell from the top of the stairs.

"Yes, honey?"

"Who's here?"

"Why, nobody, darling."

"Okay."

It's the voices, after all. My lips curl into a small smile. I have real life friends but I always seem to be able to interact better with the ones that live inside of me.

"Come in, come in!" The voice that resembles my mom goes on. It's coming from downstairs, as well.

I reach the top of the stairs and turn to my right, walking ten steps before arriving at my door. The doorknob is almost a perfect sphere; there is a small indent on one side that agitates me sometimes because it's an imperfection. I guess I better be used to it, though, as I myself am full of imperfections.

I turn the knob to the right. There's a gentle creak.

"Miku will be so happy to see you...," the voice again. I push the door open and step in, greeted by a change in flooring. The floor of my room is not carpeted. It's plain old wood to me. The coolness is nice against my bare feet. I walk over to my bed and sit down, taking a deep breath.

"Miku, psst!" It's another voice.

"Miku, you've got a friend over," this is my mother, I am sure. She is standing in the doorway and blocking the flow of air.

"Okay," I say.

"Miku, do you remember me?" The voice from before calls. It's a boy. I've never heard this one before.

"No, I don't," I answer.

"Miku," my mom says, "who are you talking to?"

"My friend, of course," I answer. She sighs. I hear her walking away and I begin again. "Hello? Real life friend?"

"That's me," the boy's voice again. I hear footsteps coming closer. Then, the side of my bed shifts. I lean to my left and feel a body sitting beside me.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"It's me!" He says.

"I don't...I'm confused," I contemplate taking my pills. "Are you a voice?"

"Yes!" He says.

"No, I mean...," I pause and reach into my bedside drawer, feeling around for a cylindrical bottle of pills. The ones for my voices have a bit of tape wrapped around the shaft. I find it and pull it out.

"Are you gonna take those?" The boy asks.

"Only because I don't know who you are."

"But I'm right here, Miku," he takes my hand. His fingers are slender and his hand is warm. He lifts my fingers and presses them to something soft and smooth. A cheek, it feels like someone's cheek. "See?"

"But I've never met you before," I say, gently tracing my fingers in circles across his cheek, trying to recognize him. "K-Kaito?"

He laughs. "No, silly! Kaito is a voice in your head, right?"

"R-Right," I nod. Sometimes, the line separating my real friends and my imaginary friends becomes blurred. Usually, it's when I refuse to take my medications. "So, you're not a voice in my head? Wait...how do you know about Kaito?"

"Answer those yourself, Miku," he says.

"Why are you teasing me?" I mumble. "Mom!"

"Yes, Miku?" Her voice is distant but I know it's my mother.

"Could I have a glass of water?" I yell. She's going to realize that I haven't taken my medicine but I don't care. I'm very confused right now. Slowly, I run my fingers down the boy's face and rub them against his jawline. He's holding my wrist gently.

"Take all the time you need," he says soothingly. "I'm right here."

"Will you disappear after I take my pills?" I ask.

"Do you want me to disappear?"

I press my lips into a thin line. "I don't know," I say. "Did my mom bring you up here?"

"What's the fun if I answer you?" He laughs and I drag my hand down the length of his neck, eventually reaching something soft and silky by the nape of his neck.

"Is this your hair?"

Before he can answer, my mother walks in. "Here's the water. Miku...you didn't take your..."

"I'm sorry," I mumble. "Mom, where's my friend?"

"Hmm?"

"My friend!" I say it louder. "You said someone was here to see me! Is...is this him? Beside me?"

"Your friend? Well, I was...," my mom's voice disappears and I freeze. Hurriedly, I pop the pill bottle open and toss two of them into my mouth, downing the water and swallowing them. I am very, very alarmed.

"Please stop playing games with me," I slowly get to my feet. The boy is still sitting there, I can tell. He grabs both my hands, pulls me back and I fall his lap. He wraps his arms around me and sighs softly.

"Concentrate, Miku," he says. "Remember?"

"No!" I scream suddenly. "I don't remember, I don't, I don't, I don't!"

"If I'm a voice, I'll go away soon, won't I?"

I start to cry but I don't know why, exactly. I think it's because I'm losing my mind and this boy is a clear indication of that.

"Yes," I sniff. "Please don't hurt me."

"I can touch you," he whispers into my ear. "How could I possibly be in your mind?"

"I don't know but I don't know you," I sob and shake my head. "And besides, you know Kaito...I bet you also know..."

"Gumi, Meiko, Oliver and Gakupo," he says softly. "Yes, I know. You told me about them."

"Look," I whisper. "I'm not...I'm not normal, okay? I'm blind. My legs are deteriorating. I might be schizophrenic."

"But I still and always will love you," he mumbles before pressing something soft and supple against my neck. "Miku, you're living in the past."

"Stop."

"Wake up."

"Stop it, I don't know you! Stop kissing me!" I push him back and scamper towards my door.

"You're my fiancée."

"I'm only sixteen!" I scream. "I don't even have a boyfriend!"

"We've been dating for three years, Miku, please!" I hear the bed creak and I sense him coming closer. I'm frozen in place, biting my lip as he wraps his arms around me, engulfing me in warmth that feels both alien and familiar.

"Why aren't the pills working?" I mutter into his clothing.

"Shh...," he presses something smooth and warm against my forehead. I assume it's his own forehead. "Let me kiss you."

"N-No," I shake my head.

"You'll remember," he says. I feel his nose against mine. "And you'll wake up."

"I'm scared, Len," the name slips off my tongue suddenly and I am even more perplexed.

"There we go," he laughs softly. "You could never forget, huh? Just relax, Miku. Everything will be just fine..."

I inhale slowly and close my eyes. It doesn't make a difference; I see blackness either way, with my eyes open or shut. My legs hurt and Len seems to know this. He slowly shuffles me over to the bed and we both sit down.

"You're just lost, Miku," he whispers. I part my lips slightly and his mouth touches mine, sending electricity coursing through my veins. "But you'll be fine..."

He kisses me gently, his lips touching mine delicately, as though my coral pink, supple flesh were butterfly petals or the wings of doves. I'm still frightened but I manage to slowly kiss back.

"...Getting cold...," I hear a woman's voice and suddenly my lips feel naked. Gasping, I clench my fists and let my ears take in the sounds around me.

"Miku?" It's the woman's voice again.

"Mom?" I croak.

"Dear, I was so worried!" She exclaims. "Len told me you hadn't been taking your medications and then you suddenly..."

"Disappeared," I mumble. I feel a hand against mine.

"Hey, Miku?" It's the voice of a young man. "Are you okay now?"

"L-L..."

"I'm sorry I had to force the pills down," he whispers. "But you were scaring me!"

"Are we getting married?" I ask dazedly. My mom and Len laugh. I feel his lips against my cheek.

"Of course we are," Len says. "What, you changed your mind?"

"N-No, I just...," I shake my head and sigh. "I guess I'm still confused..."