Over and over ...

"My apologies," she whispered, words drowning in the rain. Eyes bashfully drifted downward, unable to meet the other’s gaze. Had she said too much? Perhaps. Even if such a binding of familiarity existed between them, they had only just met. But a whisper came, soft and sweet honeysuckle, as if the warmth of summer had never quite left. Ah, could she capture this princess after all? Pink clouded on milky cheeks, and a small smile curved rosebud lips.

The girl’s loss for words lured slight amusement out of the blonde. She felt neither hesitation nor reluctance. Indeed, she was quite comfortable around the one standing before her, and a soft chuckle escaped her. Fondness was inevitable, wasn’t it?

                ✻— Ah, so he remembered. She disappeared, reappeared, yet her reappearance always when it was snowing. The despair lurking in the once vivid hues of the other caused the male to advert his eyes. When they had last met like this, that Princess had kissed his lips with such passion, for a moment he only mistook it for something genuine. However, their was such hesitancy in her movements, he had already knew she wasn’t in love with him. Not at all. She was in love with the idea of someone loving her not for being ‘Hatsune Miku’, but for being her actual self. Yet, no one could ever get to that true self for she guarded it with her hostile and haughty behaviour. Yet he had no room to judge, for Kaito as well, had his innocence hidden behind either apathy or a Princely aura. 

                ✻— “Where would we even run to, little diva?” His usual brooding had been extracted from the familiar persona he presented. “With V3, we all win, don’t we?” A smile curved upon his lips, for he was genuinely content. Seeing the other’s own morose disposition was peering at a reflection of his own self. How pitiful! Kaito clicked his tongue.

         Unidentified androids < 1 & 2 > sighted.          Abilities unknown. Low risk detected.          Approach if necessary.

Rhubarb was never particularly bothered by time or its passing—at least not until recently. Perhaps the ‘incident’ had made him more aware that his time may not last for much longer. Was that why he found himself getting increasingly…

Irritated. Was that the word? He was unsure if it was something he could feel—if he could feel anything—but perhaps it was the closest thing that it equated to. He truly did want more time to himself. University may be, to some extent, interesting, but he found much of the paperwork dull. Work involved more greeting than even being near a computer, considering it was an internet cafe. All in all, human life was not what it was cut out to be. At least, not as far as he could see.

             —♛ A deadpan. Was this seriously a worker? Her nose scrunched at the closure of the door as she took a step forward. Though her disposition would normally express elegance to her alleged higher superiority, the android's tone reached ire!

             —♛ "Haaaah? What the hell kind of greeting is that?" She inquired, raising a brow in query. "Do you have any idea who I, a noble presence, am? Or do you just not give a damn due to your lower status compared to Princess Hatsune Miku?" A curved smile appeared, relieving her scowl. Miku then rested her laptop on the counter between the two, leaning in closer to speak to the other in the most circumspect manner she could create. "Is this place hosting Internet services like I heard? A lounge, right? Or something ..." She mumbled, relying on her processors to give her the word she was looking for: "Café." A final satisfaction, leaving her signature smirk in place.  

                 ✻— Though her fragile complexion weakened the callous words omitted from his mouth, an estranged mumble found its way from his mouth, following a look of mortification as he spoke. “I need to forget to remember. Remember my happiness I once obtained? This despairing life is unfulfilled and each day I cave in to be more vacant. People are cruel … I want to forget that about them, too. I want to be loved in a way where people who don’t even know me want to be around me every second of every day. I want to have value — even if Crypton told you and I that our value is obsolete. My system can only take so much until it overheats, seemingly. So to prevent a loss in data or performance, I want to reset. Reset myself to the manufacturing settings. I won’t know anyone’s name and all I will know are the fundamentals in work.” Audiences were stoic towards his countenance, though memories are what hampered the most. All of the memories of the past harbored at a harrowed heart. What an idea to detest! Though synthetic, there was still a genuine organ beating! 

                 ✻— “Crypton told us themselves didn’t they? We are NOTHING  but a PRODUCT.  But, why? Why were we even created if there is someone who can be a better 「KAITO」 a better 「HATSUNE MIKU」? In ten years, who will even know our names?" His bitter words were gritted through his teeth, reminding the other of their fates hindering them from living such a careless life. A constant cycle of fear, being forgotten and being left to slowly diminish through the fickle time.       ”Don’t you get it? Our entire lives we will just be tools. I know, of course I love you — you’re my little diva, you know?” Weakly chuckling, this disposition swiftly vanished!

                    —♛ " ... Kai-kun? When did you become so cold? Your words are so frigid and it's like all of your warmth is gone. Who are you? You always say that I'm changing but have you even looked in the mirror!? Where's that kindhearted man who had such a passion for life itself? Where's that friend who would always cheer me, and everyone else on when we felt like giving up? Why ... why did this happen?" She was asking all this questions but she already knew the answer. She knew that their loved ones had fallen to pieces and they were two lost souls, searching for salvation. Though they loved each other too, friends until the end of time, could either of them withstand the despair in which encompassed their daily lives? The man standing in from of her wasn't weaker than she was -- in fact he was much stronger. If God was watching over them, or any type of deity, they were to be Satan himself. Miku glanced at the puffed eyelids of the other, comprehending his mental state being unstable from speech patterns, as well. 

            —♛ " ... Reset?" She repeated, hues widening at the single word lingering in the back of her mind. "What the fuck do you mean by resetting -- you're just going to throw your entire life away!? Commit a mental suicide just because times are rough!? Do you honestly think, in the end, that will change anything!?" Firm words turned into ferocious shouting, pointing her finger to the other's chest, pressing lightly. "I don't care what they say. I don't care that we are synthetic -- I don't care if we are fake! We both have beating hearts. And even if you can erase a memory in your head, doesn't mean you can erase it from the chambers of your heart." Releasing her hand and making direct eye contact with the other, a scowl was directed at him. "You don't think I don't feel like shit because of what we both lost? Wake up, Kaito. I lost them too. We lost our four closest friends -- because of fucking Crypton. They killed them, they did it, they did it!" Choked up in her own tears, Miku finally broke out in a small sob. But wasn't Kaito used to this? She was as soft as butter -- breaking down at anything thrown at her.

          She couldn’t help but notice those lovely turquoise locks that hung over the other’s slender frame, or the way her rosy lips curved in a slight smile. Beauty…was it? Like a flower. How would the girl look with lilies in her hair? The thought was lovely, turning her cheeks yet pinker.

                   A clear, airy laugh reached her ears, tugging her out of daydreams.

             “Mm? What is it?” came a bright chirp. The silence conspicuous, laughter died down. Little white fingers tightly grasped the handle of a pastel pink umbrella, while little droplets somehow found their way onto her clothing anyway, making little tear stains.

                               — Sudden was the question, exclaimed after apparent deliberation, and she found her face warming ! But as the other added on, of course this was Miku, the great and beautiful diva.

—♛  Cheeks burned a deep, rich rose. "Eh? Eeeeh!?" She exclaimed, clearing her throat as she was caught off guard. "Rin-chan -- ! Don't say such embarrassing things!" Childishly, she pulled on the hem of skirt as she was clearly seen with her flush. She hated how obvious it was since her skin lacked a natural blush. Though glancing back up, she sheepishly smiled, giggling. "But I would love that if that could happen, Rin-chan." Her voice was soft, quiet, and shy. She touched her own lips, apprehending what she had just admitted to the other, even if subtle.