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butterflies-never-die asked for kaito in 92 im sry im taking long w/ these this one was just wrong the entire way through im sry

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Bright ceruleans watched with slight wonder as the other’s cheeks filled with color, dusted perfect rose petals and bloom, like strawberry macarons. Delicate, was it? A lingering scent of sweet cherry. She had only intended it as light, teasing humor, but the hidden intent of the words floated to the top of her consciousness, and eyes widened. She hadn’t meant it like that, had she? The question lay open, smoldering in her mind’s ears. A prince she was not, nor a steed did she possess, but could she still sweep the lovely princess off her feet?
"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?
“But you’re so cute, Miku-chan. I can’t help it.”
—♛ It was as if Rin was just taunting her now. Though being lost in the cerulean sea of innocence was what enticed her in the first place. She was an exact replica of what everyone went around declaring as Kagamine Rin. Though they all were different, this Rin shared the smile of the same girl she had once known. The past was the past; this was the present! Standing right in front of her was a doll.
—♛ "I know I am cute, Rin-chan. Actually, I know I'm the absolute cutest in the entire world!" She exclaimed, leaning in closer to the other. "But ..." Miku's once confident eyes adverted from Rin's glance as she was trying to place her words together in her head so she wouldn't end up stuttering and sounding foolish. "But how shall I put it ..." She mused, stalling of course. "You're almost as cute as me Dearie." She felt her cheeks heating up saying it, being so close. Miku hastily turned away from the other and grabbed onto her hand bashfully. "Let's just get out the rain before I catch a cold," She hesitated, glancing back at her, "Or if Rin-chan gets one. I won't stand for it."
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Pale fingers trace glossy lips. Clad in her coat and hat, it was always a classic scene between the two. Melancholic eye contact, always meeting out in the snowy streets. The last official meet like this involved the diva's desperate kiss. Now, aware she wasn't going to get close to such a delicate man, balled fists fell to her sides. "We are two of the same. Can't we just run away together?" Was her greeting. "You're the only one I don't need a mask for."
✻— 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.
✻— “If you don’t need one, why are you still using one? You don’t have to keep idolizing me because I like you for you. I know. I know you’re afraid I’ll leave you in the dust. But you and I both know I would never. I do love you, and you love me, and we both have a mutual love. But you don’t have to toss in pseudo romance in order to sway me to your side. Perhaps we both have to work on letting other people see our vulnerable sides. I bet we would both be happier. Let’s be honest with each other and stop beating around the bush. Even if you disappear, you always seem to come back more fearful than the time before.” He noted, raising a brow. “We don’t need to run away because we’re just fabricating obstacles that are nonexistent and just making daily life harder on ourselves. So, let’s not anymore. Starting with a walk-and-talk between me and you, the World’s Number One Princess.” An offer of his hand, a long overdue apology and forgiveness towards one of the most cherished in his life.
—♛ “Are you sure you’re willing to accept the consequences, Dear King! Would your Queen approve of it, too?” She knew exactly was Kaito’s Queen, a secret infatuation both of them held for a specific person. A wry smile appeared, touched by what the other said of her. Truly he was someone who understood her, someone who was her exact reflection. Kaito always saw right through her mind-games, like she was nothing by transparent.
—♛ “Hey, do you think they’d like me if I were softer? I don’t want to be hoodwinked. I believe if anyone can stand me, they must really like me.” Miku grinned, squeezed Kaito’s hand as she puffed out her cheeks. “I always come back for you, and maybe hoping Mei-chan and Rin-chan, Luka-san, and I guess Len-kun too. I don’t want to be all alone, Kai-kun! So I guess in order to keep you by my side, I tried to make you love me in a way I wouldn’t want you to.” She laughed, knowing the only person she was able to fall in love with was gone out of sight, but not out of mind. ”It’s troublesome to live in a world in which you’re ‘loved’. What am I being loved for? Because I’m essentially software of entertainment? Don’t you ever feel the same?” She mused, sighing at such a depressing thought. “I just want someone to wholeheartedly love me! And you know who that one person is!” A secret between them, since no one in Miku’s regular life, excluding Kaito, knew her ‘crush’. “I’ve met them, or a copy of them … but I wonder how they feel. Shouldn’t I be able to have this one Love!? Ah as well as you get your Queen back as well as your well-deserved Kingdom, right?” Miku swayed her hair back and forth excitedly, trying to lighten the mood between the two. “Everyone’s Number-One King! Will you promise you’ll only love the Hatsune Miku which is me? Copies just cannot match the Princess!” Miku’s expression changed to a more grave one. “I am sick of seeing other models of myself … I want the world to only look at me … buuu. I want to be the only Hatsune Miku!” Miku exclaimed before adding on, “I don’t really know what I’m saying, I guess I’m just venting.”
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Hey! Who do you think I am? Dear, Miku!
—♛ Oh goodness. A genuine behavior of how she normally was quickly vanished as Miku caught sight of another female, mimicking her very appearance. A copy of Miku Hatsune roaming about! Usually Miku gritted through her teeth and halfheartedly conversed; she wasn't intimidated that easily! However, this copy of herself was a HUMAN. From what the Princess's sensory data could receive, that seemed to be the case. This copy of herself was living her optimal dream and she was probably ignorant to how wonderful that life was. Since they already made eye contact, Miku crossed her arms across her chest.
—♛ "What the hell were they thinking when they decided to have a human copy of a robotic Princess such as I?" Miku. That's not how it works. Despite such, her tone was convincing enough to show her displeasure. "Please tell me, who do you think you are, my dear?" Bitter as shown, as for her fabricated throne was threatened in being usurped. Her main concern was that she would lose that 'love' those 'fans' had for her for someone who was living, breathing -- genuine. She would not ever let this happen, even if that meant tearing this opponent to pieces.
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"Another mask?" Her demeanor of speech was odd, irregular one could say. But it was cute, so he kinda’ enjoyed it. As she showed a hand, Araragi stepped forward and took it in his head. He shook her hand with a smile, and locked eyes with her. "Pleased to meet ‘ya," he said, "Miku-chan." He kept her hand in his for a second, but soon let go, and spun around to examine the area. "So," he began, "What’s a Crypton, anyway?" He looked back to her. His smile had faded, instead he had a curious glint in his eye and a straight face. But the girl seemed to radiate an aura of joy, and he soon found himself grinning again. He presence was definitely nice. Why? Who knew.
—♛ Surely she wasn't quite expecting such a swift response from the other. Cerulean orbs lit up in surprise as they exchanged salutations. "Eeeeeh?" Her voice rang out, arching a brow. "It is much more appropriate to use Miku-sama around someone like me!" Exclaiming herself to the other, she stopped in her tracks, gazing up at the other with curiosity as he questioned the word she knew all too well.
—♛ "Huh? What the hell, do you seriously not know?" She inquired, laughing a bit. "Do you people 'round here even have a life to attend to?" Though her words may of seemed harsh to others, the tealette found nothing wrong with her speech and questioning. "I'll explain. It's basically a company, like you know, all official and stuff. But! They really don't know how to satisfy royalty, like me. All they care about is work -- the sure as hell don't even have a life!" She scoffed, crossing her arms across her chest. "You know, I really hate them." Placing a finger towards the other face, she leaned in to warn in her wary tone of voice. "They're bad news! And you better not get involved with them unless you want a life of pure work!"
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Processing... Processing...
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.
He glances up as the cafe door opens—he finds this customer’s long, bright hair catching his attention briefly. Of course, a strange visual stimuli like that would do so. “Welcome,” he ‘greets’, though a less expressionless welcome couldn’t be found at a funeral. “Can I help you?”
—♛ To small footsteps waltzing inside a promising business, cerulean orbs peaked around. Clutching a laptop under hear arm, Miku had an ulterior motive. She had a certain 'object' inserted into the machine that would succeed her greatest hopes. Though a risk was far too great to spend in her private, temporary living space. To be tracked for her doings would be hazardous, so using a different system as well as a fresh IP address could ensure safer browsing. That's exactly why she had head off in search of a place that hosted WiFi for the public's usage. She found it -- greeted by someone who seemed to share a similar youth as she did.
—♛ 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.
—♛ "And while we're at it, do you have anything good here to eat or drink? Anything sweet, really." She crossed her arms across her chest, adding on, "I can't begin with how terrible this area is with coffee. It tastes like they drown it in fresh SALT water!" Ranting and raving to this poor clerk, she hadn't paid much mind to his seemingly apathetic attitude in the middle of her speeches.
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✻— “I don’t really care anymore, I suppose. I’m sorry for admitting that to be true. Is there anything left here to call ‘worth remembering’? Perhaps that’s why I’ve become so cold and against the thought of opening myself up for the entire world to scrutinize. What else can be taken away from us? Are you listening to yourself speak?”
✻— 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!
✻— “That’s why. That’s why I have to forget. I need to restart. I want to become the person I used to be. The person everyone expects me to be. I want to have friends! I want to go out in the world and be able to talk to people and not feel a overwhelming wave of loneliness. Surely, everyone from the past will be buried deep in my heart. But — I can’t have that. Not right now. I don’t want melancholic emotions and nostalgia to kill me from the inside out.” Acknowledging the fact that his words were a bit much all at once, a chuckle omitted: ”You told me to be honest.”
—♛ " ... 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.
—♛ "If you ... forget me, what will you do? Where will you go? If you RESET you'll just be giving in! You'll become a manufactured piece of shit and a fuckin' slave. You'll be a product then, Kaito. What the fuck is wrong with you!? What the fuck is happening to you!? Do you have an sensitivity at all!?" She screamed the words, clenching her fists, "If you would let people in for once and allow them to give you love, maybe you wouldn't inflict this pain on yourself. What the hell would our friends say if they were still here!? They would want us to be happy! They would want us to move on from the past! Sure I fucked up, I know, I know, I know! But ... dwelling over it isn't going to change anything!" Though there was more she wanted to add, she couldn't manage to utter another word without breaking down.

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A tilt of the head, blonde bobbing and eyes rolling to the side. She liked the atmosphere. It felt rather…comfortable, somehow. A light pink colored her cheeks as she smiled honestly, rather glad she’d found the other’s company. Rainy days often led to nice surprises, didn’t they? Gloomy they used to seem, barren and wet and dark, but how bright and lovely they seemed now!
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.
“Yes, I would love that,” she answered, a bit flustered. Sensing the mood, though, a little smile returned. “Princess, would you like me to gather my steed, so we may go riding through together?” Giggling. She was no princely lad, but a girl yet smaller than the other. What a fairy tale that would make!
—♛ The other's soft, airy acceptance made the doubtfulness Miku held disappear. The other's hair swayed back and forth, a delicate fluffy bob. Though both their cheeks seem to fill with colour, she was completely oblivious to it, believing that was a natural feature of Rin. Rin herself always had a cherubic appearance in her mind, so this was no surprise. Luscious pink lips and cheeks, flaxen locks teasing her neck -- that was the image she had implanted in her mind and the same person was standing in front of her. Though she would have normally missed what was said due to her own dreamy thoughts, Miku heard it loud and clear.
—♛ 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.
—♛ "No, that -- I -- it came out --" She was never usually stammered nor acted so far from her countenance before. "Don't -- laugh at me." She whined in her usual tone now, reminiscent of her 'norm'.