[Vocaloid Fanfiction] Clandestine (2/3)
Title: Clandestine
Chapter: 2 - Illicit Passion
Fandom: Vocaloid
Author/Artist: violathornhaven/ladyviolathornhaven on ff.net
Characters (in this chapter): Hatsune Miku, Megpoid, Gackpoid, Kagamine Len, KAITO, MEIKO
Pairings (in this chapter): OC/Miku, Len/Miku
Rating: T/PG-13
Warnings: There's infidelity and build-up to a lemon in this chapter, but no actual lemon.
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 and Internet Co., 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]
Clandestine
Chapter 2: Illicit Passion
§
Many young women yearn for that special day in their lives where she and her destined person would finally live their lives together until time runs out. She dreams of an elaborately immaculate white dress and veil and a beautiful fragrant bouquet. Both families are present, taking place as the joyous event at a church or basilica, light streaming and distorted through stained glass. The huge pipe organ plays the Wedding March as the bride walks down the aisle, her precious person standing at the altar. The ceremony is performed: vows and rings are exchanged, the priest announces their union before the Lord and those present, and they kiss. They go back up the aisle, now together in holy union.
Michaela Hattenson once had a dream like that. At eighteen, the only daughter of an upper middle-class family was extremely fortunate to be where she was today. Her father worked for a porcelain company where his boss’s son, John Davison, had fallen in love with the teal-haired female. He formally courted her, during which time she had moved out of her parents’ house and pursued a career of her own. Six months ago, he had asked for her hand in marriage, to which Michaela had agreed. They had made plans to move into her place to live out their lives together after the ceremony.
Today, she stood before a mirror in her waiting room, adding the final details to her outfit. Unlike traditional virginal white dresses, Michaela and her fiancé agreed on a lacquer black dress. It was low-cut, off the shoulders, and long with a train. There were five layers, the highest two flaring while the lower three ruffled at the end. A matching black ribbon wrapped loosely around her waist, collecting at three tawny roses on her left side. The rest of the ribbon flowed down, gracing over the layers. Black gloves ended just above her elbows. Her collar was around her neck again, the turquoise stone shining in the glass-stained light. Her long teal hair, again with two thin braids, was pulled back in five buns, one atop each other, in a graceful fashion.
A green-haired woman was standing next to her, pulling up a sheer, black fabric over her hair. The veil was also long, down to the third tier of her dress, with small eyelets along the edge in two rows. The other woman was dressed plainly in a white blouse and high-waisted long navy skirt with some flare, showing a difference in class. Her green-hair was short in the back and bangs, but there were two long strands in perfect symmetry on either side of her face. Her green eyes were soft during this day.
“Miss Michaela,” she said, her voice having a tinge of anticipation and a bit of foreign accent, “you look so beautiful!”
“Thanks to you, Gumi. Please, call me Miku like you always have,” the teal-eyed woman said as she turned to the other woman.
Gumi shook her head, “It’s my last day with you, Miss Michaela. I feel that I must call you by your proper name. Besides, it’ll be just like when we first met, and it is my wish that I serve you properly and formally like in the beginning.”
Miku began to remember their first meeting. She was only thirteen when the slightly younger female had come to them. She was from a foreign land in the east, and left her home to find work in the other half of the world, coming with only her name and language. A man, on his way home from work, picked her up. He offered her to work until his daughter was married, no matter how long it would be. The girl accepted, and was introduced to her new master and mistresses, including a young, teal-haired girl with her hair in two high tails, one on each side of her head. The two girls became rather close, even during the time after Miku left the house, and it brought them to today. Her teal eyes became misty, “Thank you…for everything these past five years, Gumi.”
“No, the honor has been mine, Miss Michaela,” Gumi insisted, taking the other woman’s hands in her own, giving them a comforting squeeze.
A knock happened at the door. Any minute now, the pipe organ would begin playing. “I will go and take my seat,” Gumi said, heading for the door.
“Gumi,” Miku started, her voice in a questioning tone, “have you ever been in love?”
A quizzical expression came over the green-haired woman’s face, “Like you are with Master John?”
“…No,” Miku said, dismissing the question, “never mind.”
“Well, it’s time.” A comforting smile crossed Gumi’s lips, “Shall we go?”
While she wasn’t completely sure at first, a more confident smile crossed Miku’s lips. “Yes.”
A final thought crossed her mind as she walked out the door:
‘Rin…’
§
Miku could feel something different after a visit from her fiancé. There was still a month before their wedding, but something was different. She had always found John to be a nice man, yes, and she knew that she had feelings for him. However, while he hadn’t been dropping by, she barely noticed the lack of his existence. It bothered her somewhat. Perhaps there were other things on her mind. She was, after all, housing a lost angel.
…Speaking of that angel, she wasn’t sitting on the couch.
“Rin? Rin, where are you?” Miku asked in a panic. She ran throughout the house, opening doors and looking inside to see if the blonde was there. The kitchen, the dining room, the library, the bathroom…she wasn’t anywhere!
Miku was standing just outside the master bedroom. As she opened the door, she did see some white from the blonde’s wings. “Rin?” the teal-haired woman asked softly.
Upon hearing her name, the angel gave a slightly jump. Slowly, she turned to face the human. A handgun was in her right hand. When she saw the weapon, Miku lunged forward, grabbing Rin’s wrist in concern. “How did you find this? Why did you get it out?”
“Why do you even keep a weapon, Miku?” Rin retorted, her blue eyes confused. “I’ve considered this place safe, and no harm has ever come to you.”
Miku paused. As close as she was to Rin, she never did explain how unsafe this part of town really was. “When I left my parents,” she started, letting the blonde angel free from her grasp, “my father gave me this gun just in case I ever had to protect myself from something bad. Contrary to your belief, this place isn’t fully safe, especially at night. Various crimes have been committed from before and after I moved here, although it has been safer recently.”
Rin looked at the gun in her hand. “Have you ever had to shoot someone?”
Miku shook her head, “I’ve been lucky so far in which no one has found reason to come and attack me. What about you, Rin?”
Blue eyes narrowed in mild disappointment, but her expression relaxed as she put the gun back in its box, “No, I’ve never had to shoot at a person.”
“That’s good. Now, what would you like to do for dinner?”
§
The ceremony was coming to its end. Vows have already been exchanged, and then came the last part. The priest, dressed in white robes, was a tall man with long violet hair pulled back highly atop his head. On this day, his blue eyes were kept focused on the couple and those who had gathered. The church was not filled; mostly immediate family, friends and servants were present on this what should be joyous day.
“Do you, John Davison,” the priest said loudly, his low baritone voice projecting and being heard throughout the church, “take Michaela Hattenson as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, to love and cherish until death to you part?”
With confidence, the brown-haired man gave his “I do”.
“And do you, Michaela Hattenson,” the priest said, changing the focus to the teal-haired woman, “take John Davison as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, to love and cherish until death to you part?”
Miku looked down sadly on her finger where her engagement ring still was worn. She closed her eyes, “I do.”
Rings were exchanged, and they were pronounced husband and wife. The two kissed chastely, and then went back up the aisle as another wedding march played. The two waited at the end, even as the music continued playing. Various guests were coming up and congratulating the newly married couple. Davison family members accepted Michaela openly and proudly, and Hattensons recognized John as the perfect choice for the teal-eyed woman. Friends of the two came up and gave their hugs, and servants gave their congratulations.
However, to Miku, something still felt off. She knew that she should be feeling happy. When she was younger, just the thought of getting married to a wonderful man made her feel better. And it wasn’t to say that John wasn’t wonderful! The porcelain company was one of the best in their city, and things were looking even better for the future. In a few years, he would inherit the job his father holds, and they would have a nice life together. Perhaps she just needed some time to think.
“I’m sorry, John but…the air is a little heavy in here,” she said softly. “I’m going to go outside for a bit.”
John gave her a look of concern, “Would you like me to join you?”
Miku shook her head, “No, it’s fine. It’ll only be for a few minutes. Please, give everyone my thanks and apologies.” She gave him a comforting smile.
“I understand, my love,” the brunet said, gently pressing a kiss on her forehead.
The teal-haired woman smiled, and walked away, her train following behind her. She had remembered seeing a small garden behind the church with beautiful flowers and high hedges, to which there was an opening that lead to a forest. She took a brief walk, and found herself underneath the gazebo. A statue of the Virgin was underneath, and Miku took a brief moment to pray. As she opened her eyes and brought her hands down, her thoughts began to drift elsewhere. ‘Rin…where have you gone?’ she asked, looking at the Virgin’s face. Perhaps St. Mary knew the answer. ‘Even if you did love me, you were still more than welcome to stay, because…’ The teal-haired woman stood up, ‘I hope you’re happy, wherever you are.’
“What a strange place for a bride to be without her husband. Could it be that you’re having second thoughts after you chose to spend your life with him, Michaela?” a voice asked. It sounded somewhat male, but not of one whose voice had yet to lower. Perhaps it was starting, but the change wasn’t fully noticeable yet.
Miku turned around to look at the opening in the hedge, and was taken aback. A young blond man, not too much younger and shorter than her was standing there. A gentle smile was on his face, his blue eyes matching his expression. His golden bangs flared from the part on the right side, and the rest of his hair was pulled back into a tail tied with a black ribbon. A knee-length black cape covered his arms and shoulders, tied loosely into a bow in front of him. He wore a deep gray, high-collared shirt with some ruching on either side of the center, unbuttoned save for three at the bottom. His hands were covered with black gloves. Black pants rested at his hips, an elaborate rose vine design on his left thigh, and black knee-high boots completed his outfit.
The resemblance…was shocking, but it was merely coincidence, right? And the fact that he knew her name…”How do you know my name?” Miku asked softly.
“I was in the back of the church, watching the ceremony,” the male said softly as he walked closer to her. “My apologies for not introducing myself. My name is Len.”
“Len…” the teal-haired woman breathed. Again, a three-letter name. It must be a cruel joke that God was playing on her.
“Be honest me with, Michaela, what are you thinking right now?” the blond asked. He was still a few strides away from her.
The black bride looked down at her hands, her fingers interlocked. “There was a friend of mine,” she started simply. “She lived with me for about three weeks before disappearing. All during that time, I could never realize that she was in love with me. She…” Miku paused as she brought her fingers to her pink lips, “revealed her feelings to me, and…it didn’t seem right to accept them at the time. However, the more I think about it,” she brought her eyes to meet the smiling blue gaze upon her, “would it have been wrong for me to love her?”
“Should gender matter in love?” Len asked simply.
That simple question caused a feeling of relief to wash over the bride. As she gave a smile to the blond, it was returned in his eyes. The heat raced across her face, “No…I don’t believe so…”
The mysterious boy began to walk around the girl, his blue eyes still gazing into her teal ones, “What about me? Consider it strange that we’ve just met,” he stopped behind her, black cape catching up, “yet your expression is reading something quite interesting about how you feel about me.”
Miku’s teal orbs became wide. She turned to meet him, and began to walk back a couple steps. “I should go back inside…”
Len took the few strides and grabbed the black bride’s wrist, bringing it up to eye level. “Really?” he said softly, bringing his face closer to hers, “I don’t think that’s what you’re thinking.”
The teal-haired woman’s eyes attempted to find a focal point: the blond’s bangs, his blue eyes shrouded in a sinful emotion, his fingers around her wrist, his skin showing from his slightly open shirt, his slightly parted lips coming closer to hers…
“You should be more honest with yourself, Miku…” he whispered, hot breath ghosting over her lips as he spoke her nickname. His lips gently pressed themselves against hers, blue gazing into teal before closing.
‘This…’ Michaela thought to herself when she found that she still could, ‘shouldn’t happen. I was married less than an hour ago…’ she gasped slightly as a tongue skimmed across her lips, ‘but why does this seem so right?’ She pressed her lips slightly harder against his, opening her mouth and granting him entrance.
To the teal-haired bride, it felt like an eternity. His fingers unwrapped themselves from her wrist and began to glide up and down over her waist. Her freed hand found itself upon his caped shoulder. She could feel herself being drawn closer, their clothed bodies pressed flush against each other. The sensual heat was becoming unbearable, and there was a new sensation rushing though Michaela’s body. She needed something as quickly as possible.
Relief did not come to her as the blond pulled away. “See?” he said, a seductive tone ringing in his voice. “That seemed much more honest.”
Miku was panting slightly, her fingers at her mouth. She knew that her face was red; there was no denying it, and that her eyes were darkened with a specific sin as well. ‘That…was just a kiss…but why,’ she tried to concentrate her emotions, but she could only feel one thing, ‘Why do I feel so…hot…?’
“So,” the blond started again, bringing a hand to her cheek, “now what, Miku?”
The heat and emotions rushing through her, Miku could barely bring herself to talk. “I…I want…” she murmured, leaving her statement unfinished.
The smile once again appeared in the mysterious blond’s eyes, “Yes?”
“I want…to be with you,” the teal-eyes woman said, reaching out for the blond’s hand. Damn the ring on her finger; she was truly in love again, and nothing would cause them to part this time.
Len grasped the hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb across her knuckles, “Is there anywhere we can go?”
The sensation wasn’t going to leave unless Michaela could think of a place to go. She gasped in realization, “My house? I think it’s set up for…something special…” The furious blush had yet to leave her face, but there seemed to be ease in the tension that she felt. So that’s what it was.
“Perfect,” the young man said. “I’ll only take you back if you’re willing.”
“…Please…” Miku breathed.
With that, the two began their run to the teal-haired woman’s house.
§
The green-haired maid had left the celebration at the back of the aisle to find her now former mistress. Her carriage had arrived to take her and her husband to the reception. Just as she arrived at the walkway to the garden, she watched as two people, both dressed in black and holding hands, began to run in the opposite direction of the maid.
Gumi had no idea who the blond was, but the other person, trailing slightly behind, was definitely… “Miss Michaela! Where are you going?”
There was no reaction from the teal-haired bride upon hearing her name. Worried, Gumi began to run after the two. The only way out of the walkway was through the church, and Michaela being seen with another man wasn’t going to settle well with anyone. Despite the couple’s lead on her, Gumi was still close enough to follow and hear the voices coming from the back of the church.
First was a woman’s voice, “John, isn’t that…”
Second came the voice of Gumi’s master, “Is Michaela with another man?”
Then the bridegroom’s voice, “What? Michaela! Michaela!!”
Gumi had arrived right as the brunet reached out to his wife. However, his hands only grasped the black veil that flowed behind her, sliding it off her hair. He looked down at the veil, a betrayed expression across his face.
No one knew what to say or do. The bride had just run away with another man merely an hour after getting married. There would be no celebration tonight, no announcement in the paper, and divorce papers were already being planned. The heads of the two families looked at each other, both of their expressions reading potential lawsuits. The priest’s eyes looked at the two men: the ceremony was performed, he had done his duty, and, therefore, he was to still receive money for his services and hopefully goodwill donations for the church.
However, the green-eyed female looked at the large doors of the church, a puzzled expression on her own face. “Is that what she meant? About being in love?”
§
The wedding night was always deemed something extremely sacred. After having the Lord see their union in the church during the day, nothing would watch the newly married couple fully consummate their union during the night. Man and wife would become joined in a way that was meant to remain private, yet was common knowledge to all. It was a union that no one could break. Rings would tarnish and papers could be torn, but consummation was something that would never fade. It could even result in the start of a new life for the couple. Yes, the wedding night was truly special.
However, this was a forbidden case. It wouldn’t be consummation, but rather fornication.
The minute Michaela and Len walked into her bedroom, the black bride found herself pushed against the door, their lips meeting over and over again with nothing but passion between them. Her hair, loosened from the run, had finally fallen free, gentle waves flowing over her shoulders and down her back. Grasping her hand again, the blond began to lead her over towards the bed, untying his cape and throwing it on the ground. Slowly, he began to slide the lacquer black dress off of her body, leaving it to collapse into a pile of frills and lace at her feet.
Miku’s breath quickened and she shivered ever so slightly at the cool that came across her body. All that was left was her lingerie. A corset covered her top, dark red silk and black lace material meeting between her breasts at a black ribbon tied into bow. Silk stretched tightly over her waist, coming to black frills over red. A black thong was hidden under the ruffles, a tie on either side resting atop her hips. Black garters came out from under the corset and attached to her thigh-high stockings, red with black fishnet overtop. On the left garter was a small black bow, right at the clip. She still wore her thick choker and black gloves.
An ungloved hand on her shoulder gently began to turn her towards the blond. Teal looked into blue, but the eyes of the male were not gazing into hers. His sapphire gaze skimmed all over her lightly clothed body. A furious blush crossed Michaela’s face. Such views were meant to be reserved for husbands, and the blond was not that person. However, there was something there that made this feel perfectly acceptable. Feeling somewhat shy and embarrassed, she brought her legs tightly together, her hands twisted into the frills, and she took her focus to the white sheets on the bed.
“More second thoughts, Miku?” the mysterious male asked. She looked back over at him, where his eyes were focused on hers. His hand cupped her cheek and began to slide down to her neck, her shoulder…down to her waist where his hand settled.
The teal-haired woman could feel her heart race at the feather-light touches. “I…” she started before giving a gasp. The blond’s hand had started a gliding motion up and down her side. She tried to focus on something else, her eyes now gazing at his skin under his shirt. “I don’t know what to think anymore.”
A second hand settled on her waist, and the blond came closer. “Then don’t think,” he said, his breath ghosting over her lips. They kissed deeply once again. As they parted, the male gently nudged the female, causing her to collapse onto the bed, her hair settling around her. “I can tell that there’s something that you want from me.” His voice was heavy with lust as he placed himself on top of her, hands on either side of her shoulders and kneeling between her legs.
“…I…” was the only thing she could get out.
“Yes, Michaela?” he whispered in a seductive tone. His hand joined in hers as he leaned closer, blue eyes peering into her teal and lips nearly touching. There were gentle tendrils of breath between them, grazing over their lips. She couldn’t bring herself to look anywhere else.
“I…I want you…” Miku said softly, a soft blush across her face. She angled herself to properly meet his lips, but he never brought himself forward.
Instead, a mischievous glint appeared in the blond’s eyes. “Say my name…you’ve barely said it this whole time we’ve been together.”
Heat began to rise up in her face again. She stared into his blue eyes and stated with much confidence: “I want you…Len…”
Wrapping his arms around her waist, the blond lifted the bride up. “Michaela…” he said fervidly before placing his lips on her neck, kissing and nipping her milky skin. A soft moan escaped past her pink lips, and her eyes clenched in pure pleasure. Her gloved hands formed into fists upon his back. She could feel the mysterious male’s fingers on her back, slowly unhooking the eyelets on the corset from top to bottom.
§
The morning after was always meant to be something as special as the wedding night. The afterglow has mostly faded, but there was still that bit that made it to the next day. It was proof that the night had been successful for both members in the relationship and that neither were embarrassed by what had happened. Slowly opening her teal eyes, Michaela shook off the last remnants of sleep from her eyes. She gathered the white sheets and pulled them closer to her bare body. She bent her lips into a smile and looked over at the place to next to her…
…only to find that the blond was now gone.
Eyes becoming wide with shock and worry, the teal-haired woman wrapped the white sheets around herself. “Len? Len! Where are you?” Instantly, her thoughts began to overflow her. What if she wasn’t good enough? Did he regret what happened? Was it merely a one-night stand? Would she have to return to her husband?
Or did he just leave her like the blonde angel did?
She dressed in the first thing she could find: her lingerie, gloves, and collar, and then grabbed a black robe and wrapped it around herself. The first thing she did was check every room in the house. There was no sign of the mysterious blond anywhere inside. She headed out the back door, and he wasn’t behind the house. However, she walked along the wall to the door to a shared back garden.
On the block where Miku lived, there was a community garden that the residents shared. It was their responsibility to plant and care for the flowers and trees that grew there. Miku had done her share in early spring: she planted and began to care for lilies, but was surprised when the smaller pyxie flower began to grow around them. Nevertheless, she began to care for the wildflowers like they were her own.
And that was where she found Len. He was dressed back in his gray shirt and black pants, and his shoulder-length blond hair was retied. His black-gloved hand lightly grazed over the white lilies, but then kneeled down to the pyxies, closer to the ground. It was almost like he knew that she grew those.
“…Len?” the teal-haired woman said softly.
The male stopped for a second, but he turned to face the woman. A bouquet of lilies and other flowers in the garden was in his other hand. “Good morning, Michaela. These are for you,” he said, holding the flowers out to her.
Michaela took the flowers, a smile crossing her features. “They’re beautiful…”
“Not as beautiful as you.”
A sweet pink blush crossed her face at the compliment, “Thank you.”
“And…” Len took the bride’s hand and began to pull her over towards him, “this is more important.”
Michaela gave a confused look as they came together and then sat down on the ground. Her robe slightly slid off her shoulders as she brought herself closer to the flowers. A small patch of pyxies sat close to them. The blond reached down to the flowers and plucked one. Taking the stem, he tied it around the base of the petals into a circular shape. He lifted her left hand and placed the ring on her finger, revealing the one he was already wearing that matched hers, “I’m making a promise to you, Michaela.”
“Oh, Len…” the teal-haired woman said as she brought her right hand to her mouth in surprise, “…I…”
“Michaela, should the day come that something comes to take your life, I will gladly take your place. Of course,” the blue-eyed male said with a mild laugh, “I would prefer for that not to happen and that the two of us live together until the end of our times.”
Realization came across Miku’s face, a smile crossing her lips. “Len, are you…proposing?”
“Perhaps,” he said with a smile in his eyes, “but you are married already…”
The smile dropped from the teal-haired bride’s face as soon as it appeared. “Yes,” she started, “but I can merely hope that John realizes that nothing could have grown from that love. 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. She knew that he knew it already, and how he did was beyond her, but they had crossed the boundary of formality.
“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.”
§
In a whole other world beyond most humans’ beliefs, a blue-haired angel looks up at light sifting through a stained glass window in a chapel. “Rin…has become a Fallen angel?” he asked incredulously, “Are you completely sure that she’s not just missing?”
The brunette angel stood behind him, a hand on her hip and papers in the other. “If she was missing, she would have tried contacting us already,” she said, a frown on her face. “As a Power, it is your mission to rid of the ‘evil’. You needn’t worry about what would happen to you; you can never become a Fallen angel.”
The male angel turned to face the brunette, his long white drape flowing freely. “Rin was one of the most promising siblings I’ve raised. For her to Fall…” he turned his face away to a spot on the ground. A cross dangled from its chain from his earring. “Who would cause this?” he asked to himself.
“Most likely Lucifer persuaded her. The last time we could sense Lucifer’s power was two weeks ago, and it was at a house in a city…” a map appeared on the ground, and it zoomed up behind a house, “…right there. There’s also this woman.” Next to the house, a picture of a woman with teal eyes and hair appeared. Blue eyes rose to meet brown in confusion. She shrugged, “We don’t know much about this woman besides the fact that that house is her residence. However, if Rin fell in love with a human, she committed a sin. Therefore, we believe that this woman is the cause of Rin Falling.”
The map and picture vanished as orders were given. “Power Kaito,” the woman said, her voice booming in the small chapel, “this order comes directly from the Great Monarch. End this woman’s life as punishment for the Fallen’s sins, and if you find Rin, the Fallen angel, you are to end her life as well. This mission begins immediately.”
Kaito kneeled before the brunette, eyes firmly planted on the ground. “Understood, Dominion Meiko.”
I promised two weeks until the next part over on FF.net. I posted early because I finished early and have Anime North this weekend. :)
Chapter: 2 - Illicit Passion
Fandom: Vocaloid
Author/Artist: violathornhaven/ladyviolathornhaven on ff.net
Characters (in this chapter): Hatsune Miku, Megpoid, Gackpoid, Kagamine Len, KAITO, MEIKO
Pairings (in this chapter): OC/Miku, Len/Miku
Rating: T/PG-13
Warnings: There's infidelity and build-up to a lemon in this chapter, but no actual lemon.
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 and Internet Co., 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]
Clandestine
Chapter 2: Illicit Passion
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Many young women yearn for that special day in their lives where she and her destined person would finally live their lives together until time runs out. She dreams of an elaborately immaculate white dress and veil and a beautiful fragrant bouquet. Both families are present, taking place as the joyous event at a church or basilica, light streaming and distorted through stained glass. The huge pipe organ plays the Wedding March as the bride walks down the aisle, her precious person standing at the altar. The ceremony is performed: vows and rings are exchanged, the priest announces their union before the Lord and those present, and they kiss. They go back up the aisle, now together in holy union.
Michaela Hattenson once had a dream like that. At eighteen, the only daughter of an upper middle-class family was extremely fortunate to be where she was today. Her father worked for a porcelain company where his boss’s son, John Davison, had fallen in love with the teal-haired female. He formally courted her, during which time she had moved out of her parents’ house and pursued a career of her own. Six months ago, he had asked for her hand in marriage, to which Michaela had agreed. They had made plans to move into her place to live out their lives together after the ceremony.
Today, she stood before a mirror in her waiting room, adding the final details to her outfit. Unlike traditional virginal white dresses, Michaela and her fiancé agreed on a lacquer black dress. It was low-cut, off the shoulders, and long with a train. There were five layers, the highest two flaring while the lower three ruffled at the end. A matching black ribbon wrapped loosely around her waist, collecting at three tawny roses on her left side. The rest of the ribbon flowed down, gracing over the layers. Black gloves ended just above her elbows. Her collar was around her neck again, the turquoise stone shining in the glass-stained light. Her long teal hair, again with two thin braids, was pulled back in five buns, one atop each other, in a graceful fashion.
A green-haired woman was standing next to her, pulling up a sheer, black fabric over her hair. The veil was also long, down to the third tier of her dress, with small eyelets along the edge in two rows. The other woman was dressed plainly in a white blouse and high-waisted long navy skirt with some flare, showing a difference in class. Her green-hair was short in the back and bangs, but there were two long strands in perfect symmetry on either side of her face. Her green eyes were soft during this day.
“Miss Michaela,” she said, her voice having a tinge of anticipation and a bit of foreign accent, “you look so beautiful!”
“Thanks to you, Gumi. Please, call me Miku like you always have,” the teal-eyed woman said as she turned to the other woman.
Gumi shook her head, “It’s my last day with you, Miss Michaela. I feel that I must call you by your proper name. Besides, it’ll be just like when we first met, and it is my wish that I serve you properly and formally like in the beginning.”
Miku began to remember their first meeting. She was only thirteen when the slightly younger female had come to them. She was from a foreign land in the east, and left her home to find work in the other half of the world, coming with only her name and language. A man, on his way home from work, picked her up. He offered her to work until his daughter was married, no matter how long it would be. The girl accepted, and was introduced to her new master and mistresses, including a young, teal-haired girl with her hair in two high tails, one on each side of her head. The two girls became rather close, even during the time after Miku left the house, and it brought them to today. Her teal eyes became misty, “Thank you…for everything these past five years, Gumi.”
“No, the honor has been mine, Miss Michaela,” Gumi insisted, taking the other woman’s hands in her own, giving them a comforting squeeze.
A knock happened at the door. Any minute now, the pipe organ would begin playing. “I will go and take my seat,” Gumi said, heading for the door.
“Gumi,” Miku started, her voice in a questioning tone, “have you ever been in love?”
A quizzical expression came over the green-haired woman’s face, “Like you are with Master John?”
“…No,” Miku said, dismissing the question, “never mind.”
“Well, it’s time.” A comforting smile crossed Gumi’s lips, “Shall we go?”
While she wasn’t completely sure at first, a more confident smile crossed Miku’s lips. “Yes.”
A final thought crossed her mind as she walked out the door:
‘Rin…’
§
Miku could feel something different after a visit from her fiancé. There was still a month before their wedding, but something was different. She had always found John to be a nice man, yes, and she knew that she had feelings for him. However, while he hadn’t been dropping by, she barely noticed the lack of his existence. It bothered her somewhat. Perhaps there were other things on her mind. She was, after all, housing a lost angel.
…Speaking of that angel, she wasn’t sitting on the couch.
“Rin? Rin, where are you?” Miku asked in a panic. She ran throughout the house, opening doors and looking inside to see if the blonde was there. The kitchen, the dining room, the library, the bathroom…she wasn’t anywhere!
Miku was standing just outside the master bedroom. As she opened the door, she did see some white from the blonde’s wings. “Rin?” the teal-haired woman asked softly.
Upon hearing her name, the angel gave a slightly jump. Slowly, she turned to face the human. A handgun was in her right hand. When she saw the weapon, Miku lunged forward, grabbing Rin’s wrist in concern. “How did you find this? Why did you get it out?”
“Why do you even keep a weapon, Miku?” Rin retorted, her blue eyes confused. “I’ve considered this place safe, and no harm has ever come to you.”
Miku paused. As close as she was to Rin, she never did explain how unsafe this part of town really was. “When I left my parents,” she started, letting the blonde angel free from her grasp, “my father gave me this gun just in case I ever had to protect myself from something bad. Contrary to your belief, this place isn’t fully safe, especially at night. Various crimes have been committed from before and after I moved here, although it has been safer recently.”
Rin looked at the gun in her hand. “Have you ever had to shoot someone?”
Miku shook her head, “I’ve been lucky so far in which no one has found reason to come and attack me. What about you, Rin?”
Blue eyes narrowed in mild disappointment, but her expression relaxed as she put the gun back in its box, “No, I’ve never had to shoot at a person.”
“That’s good. Now, what would you like to do for dinner?”
§
The ceremony was coming to its end. Vows have already been exchanged, and then came the last part. The priest, dressed in white robes, was a tall man with long violet hair pulled back highly atop his head. On this day, his blue eyes were kept focused on the couple and those who had gathered. The church was not filled; mostly immediate family, friends and servants were present on this what should be joyous day.
“Do you, John Davison,” the priest said loudly, his low baritone voice projecting and being heard throughout the church, “take Michaela Hattenson as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, to love and cherish until death to you part?”
With confidence, the brown-haired man gave his “I do”.
“And do you, Michaela Hattenson,” the priest said, changing the focus to the teal-haired woman, “take John Davison as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, to love and cherish until death to you part?”
Miku looked down sadly on her finger where her engagement ring still was worn. She closed her eyes, “I do.”
Rings were exchanged, and they were pronounced husband and wife. The two kissed chastely, and then went back up the aisle as another wedding march played. The two waited at the end, even as the music continued playing. Various guests were coming up and congratulating the newly married couple. Davison family members accepted Michaela openly and proudly, and Hattensons recognized John as the perfect choice for the teal-eyed woman. Friends of the two came up and gave their hugs, and servants gave their congratulations.
However, to Miku, something still felt off. She knew that she should be feeling happy. When she was younger, just the thought of getting married to a wonderful man made her feel better. And it wasn’t to say that John wasn’t wonderful! The porcelain company was one of the best in their city, and things were looking even better for the future. In a few years, he would inherit the job his father holds, and they would have a nice life together. Perhaps she just needed some time to think.
“I’m sorry, John but…the air is a little heavy in here,” she said softly. “I’m going to go outside for a bit.”
John gave her a look of concern, “Would you like me to join you?”
Miku shook her head, “No, it’s fine. It’ll only be for a few minutes. Please, give everyone my thanks and apologies.” She gave him a comforting smile.
“I understand, my love,” the brunet said, gently pressing a kiss on her forehead.
The teal-haired woman smiled, and walked away, her train following behind her. She had remembered seeing a small garden behind the church with beautiful flowers and high hedges, to which there was an opening that lead to a forest. She took a brief walk, and found herself underneath the gazebo. A statue of the Virgin was underneath, and Miku took a brief moment to pray. As she opened her eyes and brought her hands down, her thoughts began to drift elsewhere. ‘Rin…where have you gone?’ she asked, looking at the Virgin’s face. Perhaps St. Mary knew the answer. ‘Even if you did love me, you were still more than welcome to stay, because…’ The teal-haired woman stood up, ‘I hope you’re happy, wherever you are.’
“What a strange place for a bride to be without her husband. Could it be that you’re having second thoughts after you chose to spend your life with him, Michaela?” a voice asked. It sounded somewhat male, but not of one whose voice had yet to lower. Perhaps it was starting, but the change wasn’t fully noticeable yet.
Miku turned around to look at the opening in the hedge, and was taken aback. A young blond man, not too much younger and shorter than her was standing there. A gentle smile was on his face, his blue eyes matching his expression. His golden bangs flared from the part on the right side, and the rest of his hair was pulled back into a tail tied with a black ribbon. A knee-length black cape covered his arms and shoulders, tied loosely into a bow in front of him. He wore a deep gray, high-collared shirt with some ruching on either side of the center, unbuttoned save for three at the bottom. His hands were covered with black gloves. Black pants rested at his hips, an elaborate rose vine design on his left thigh, and black knee-high boots completed his outfit.
The resemblance…was shocking, but it was merely coincidence, right? And the fact that he knew her name…”How do you know my name?” Miku asked softly.
“I was in the back of the church, watching the ceremony,” the male said softly as he walked closer to her. “My apologies for not introducing myself. My name is Len.”
“Len…” the teal-haired woman breathed. Again, a three-letter name. It must be a cruel joke that God was playing on her.
“Be honest me with, Michaela, what are you thinking right now?” the blond asked. He was still a few strides away from her.
The black bride looked down at her hands, her fingers interlocked. “There was a friend of mine,” she started simply. “She lived with me for about three weeks before disappearing. All during that time, I could never realize that she was in love with me. She…” Miku paused as she brought her fingers to her pink lips, “revealed her feelings to me, and…it didn’t seem right to accept them at the time. However, the more I think about it,” she brought her eyes to meet the smiling blue gaze upon her, “would it have been wrong for me to love her?”
“Should gender matter in love?” Len asked simply.
That simple question caused a feeling of relief to wash over the bride. As she gave a smile to the blond, it was returned in his eyes. The heat raced across her face, “No…I don’t believe so…”
The mysterious boy began to walk around the girl, his blue eyes still gazing into her teal ones, “What about me? Consider it strange that we’ve just met,” he stopped behind her, black cape catching up, “yet your expression is reading something quite interesting about how you feel about me.”
Miku’s teal orbs became wide. She turned to meet him, and began to walk back a couple steps. “I should go back inside…”
Len took the few strides and grabbed the black bride’s wrist, bringing it up to eye level. “Really?” he said softly, bringing his face closer to hers, “I don’t think that’s what you’re thinking.”
The teal-haired woman’s eyes attempted to find a focal point: the blond’s bangs, his blue eyes shrouded in a sinful emotion, his fingers around her wrist, his skin showing from his slightly open shirt, his slightly parted lips coming closer to hers…
“You should be more honest with yourself, Miku…” he whispered, hot breath ghosting over her lips as he spoke her nickname. His lips gently pressed themselves against hers, blue gazing into teal before closing.
‘This…’ Michaela thought to herself when she found that she still could, ‘shouldn’t happen. I was married less than an hour ago…’ she gasped slightly as a tongue skimmed across her lips, ‘but why does this seem so right?’ She pressed her lips slightly harder against his, opening her mouth and granting him entrance.
To the teal-haired bride, it felt like an eternity. His fingers unwrapped themselves from her wrist and began to glide up and down over her waist. Her freed hand found itself upon his caped shoulder. She could feel herself being drawn closer, their clothed bodies pressed flush against each other. The sensual heat was becoming unbearable, and there was a new sensation rushing though Michaela’s body. She needed something as quickly as possible.
Relief did not come to her as the blond pulled away. “See?” he said, a seductive tone ringing in his voice. “That seemed much more honest.”
Miku was panting slightly, her fingers at her mouth. She knew that her face was red; there was no denying it, and that her eyes were darkened with a specific sin as well. ‘That…was just a kiss…but why,’ she tried to concentrate her emotions, but she could only feel one thing, ‘Why do I feel so…hot…?’
“So,” the blond started again, bringing a hand to her cheek, “now what, Miku?”
The heat and emotions rushing through her, Miku could barely bring herself to talk. “I…I want…” she murmured, leaving her statement unfinished.
The smile once again appeared in the mysterious blond’s eyes, “Yes?”
“I want…to be with you,” the teal-eyes woman said, reaching out for the blond’s hand. Damn the ring on her finger; she was truly in love again, and nothing would cause them to part this time.
Len grasped the hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb across her knuckles, “Is there anywhere we can go?”
The sensation wasn’t going to leave unless Michaela could think of a place to go. She gasped in realization, “My house? I think it’s set up for…something special…” The furious blush had yet to leave her face, but there seemed to be ease in the tension that she felt. So that’s what it was.
“Perfect,” the young man said. “I’ll only take you back if you’re willing.”
“…Please…” Miku breathed.
With that, the two began their run to the teal-haired woman’s house.
§
The green-haired maid had left the celebration at the back of the aisle to find her now former mistress. Her carriage had arrived to take her and her husband to the reception. Just as she arrived at the walkway to the garden, she watched as two people, both dressed in black and holding hands, began to run in the opposite direction of the maid.
Gumi had no idea who the blond was, but the other person, trailing slightly behind, was definitely… “Miss Michaela! Where are you going?”
There was no reaction from the teal-haired bride upon hearing her name. Worried, Gumi began to run after the two. The only way out of the walkway was through the church, and Michaela being seen with another man wasn’t going to settle well with anyone. Despite the couple’s lead on her, Gumi was still close enough to follow and hear the voices coming from the back of the church.
First was a woman’s voice, “John, isn’t that…”
Second came the voice of Gumi’s master, “Is Michaela with another man?”
Then the bridegroom’s voice, “What? Michaela! Michaela!!”
Gumi had arrived right as the brunet reached out to his wife. However, his hands only grasped the black veil that flowed behind her, sliding it off her hair. He looked down at the veil, a betrayed expression across his face.
No one knew what to say or do. The bride had just run away with another man merely an hour after getting married. There would be no celebration tonight, no announcement in the paper, and divorce papers were already being planned. The heads of the two families looked at each other, both of their expressions reading potential lawsuits. The priest’s eyes looked at the two men: the ceremony was performed, he had done his duty, and, therefore, he was to still receive money for his services and hopefully goodwill donations for the church.
However, the green-eyed female looked at the large doors of the church, a puzzled expression on her own face. “Is that what she meant? About being in love?”
§
The wedding night was always deemed something extremely sacred. After having the Lord see their union in the church during the day, nothing would watch the newly married couple fully consummate their union during the night. Man and wife would become joined in a way that was meant to remain private, yet was common knowledge to all. It was a union that no one could break. Rings would tarnish and papers could be torn, but consummation was something that would never fade. It could even result in the start of a new life for the couple. Yes, the wedding night was truly special.
However, this was a forbidden case. It wouldn’t be consummation, but rather fornication.
The minute Michaela and Len walked into her bedroom, the black bride found herself pushed against the door, their lips meeting over and over again with nothing but passion between them. Her hair, loosened from the run, had finally fallen free, gentle waves flowing over her shoulders and down her back. Grasping her hand again, the blond began to lead her over towards the bed, untying his cape and throwing it on the ground. Slowly, he began to slide the lacquer black dress off of her body, leaving it to collapse into a pile of frills and lace at her feet.
Miku’s breath quickened and she shivered ever so slightly at the cool that came across her body. All that was left was her lingerie. A corset covered her top, dark red silk and black lace material meeting between her breasts at a black ribbon tied into bow. Silk stretched tightly over her waist, coming to black frills over red. A black thong was hidden under the ruffles, a tie on either side resting atop her hips. Black garters came out from under the corset and attached to her thigh-high stockings, red with black fishnet overtop. On the left garter was a small black bow, right at the clip. She still wore her thick choker and black gloves.
An ungloved hand on her shoulder gently began to turn her towards the blond. Teal looked into blue, but the eyes of the male were not gazing into hers. His sapphire gaze skimmed all over her lightly clothed body. A furious blush crossed Michaela’s face. Such views were meant to be reserved for husbands, and the blond was not that person. However, there was something there that made this feel perfectly acceptable. Feeling somewhat shy and embarrassed, she brought her legs tightly together, her hands twisted into the frills, and she took her focus to the white sheets on the bed.
“More second thoughts, Miku?” the mysterious male asked. She looked back over at him, where his eyes were focused on hers. His hand cupped her cheek and began to slide down to her neck, her shoulder…down to her waist where his hand settled.
The teal-haired woman could feel her heart race at the feather-light touches. “I…” she started before giving a gasp. The blond’s hand had started a gliding motion up and down her side. She tried to focus on something else, her eyes now gazing at his skin under his shirt. “I don’t know what to think anymore.”
A second hand settled on her waist, and the blond came closer. “Then don’t think,” he said, his breath ghosting over her lips. They kissed deeply once again. As they parted, the male gently nudged the female, causing her to collapse onto the bed, her hair settling around her. “I can tell that there’s something that you want from me.” His voice was heavy with lust as he placed himself on top of her, hands on either side of her shoulders and kneeling between her legs.
“…I…” was the only thing she could get out.
“Yes, Michaela?” he whispered in a seductive tone. His hand joined in hers as he leaned closer, blue eyes peering into her teal and lips nearly touching. There were gentle tendrils of breath between them, grazing over their lips. She couldn’t bring herself to look anywhere else.
“I…I want you…” Miku said softly, a soft blush across her face. She angled herself to properly meet his lips, but he never brought himself forward.
Instead, a mischievous glint appeared in the blond’s eyes. “Say my name…you’ve barely said it this whole time we’ve been together.”
Heat began to rise up in her face again. She stared into his blue eyes and stated with much confidence: “I want you…Len…”
Wrapping his arms around her waist, the blond lifted the bride up. “Michaela…” he said fervidly before placing his lips on her neck, kissing and nipping her milky skin. A soft moan escaped past her pink lips, and her eyes clenched in pure pleasure. Her gloved hands formed into fists upon his back. She could feel the mysterious male’s fingers on her back, slowly unhooking the eyelets on the corset from top to bottom.
§
The morning after was always meant to be something as special as the wedding night. The afterglow has mostly faded, but there was still that bit that made it to the next day. It was proof that the night had been successful for both members in the relationship and that neither were embarrassed by what had happened. Slowly opening her teal eyes, Michaela shook off the last remnants of sleep from her eyes. She gathered the white sheets and pulled them closer to her bare body. She bent her lips into a smile and looked over at the place to next to her…
…only to find that the blond was now gone.
Eyes becoming wide with shock and worry, the teal-haired woman wrapped the white sheets around herself. “Len? Len! Where are you?” Instantly, her thoughts began to overflow her. What if she wasn’t good enough? Did he regret what happened? Was it merely a one-night stand? Would she have to return to her husband?
Or did he just leave her like the blonde angel did?
She dressed in the first thing she could find: her lingerie, gloves, and collar, and then grabbed a black robe and wrapped it around herself. The first thing she did was check every room in the house. There was no sign of the mysterious blond anywhere inside. She headed out the back door, and he wasn’t behind the house. However, she walked along the wall to the door to a shared back garden.
On the block where Miku lived, there was a community garden that the residents shared. It was their responsibility to plant and care for the flowers and trees that grew there. Miku had done her share in early spring: she planted and began to care for lilies, but was surprised when the smaller pyxie flower began to grow around them. Nevertheless, she began to care for the wildflowers like they were her own.
And that was where she found Len. He was dressed back in his gray shirt and black pants, and his shoulder-length blond hair was retied. His black-gloved hand lightly grazed over the white lilies, but then kneeled down to the pyxies, closer to the ground. It was almost like he knew that she grew those.
“…Len?” the teal-haired woman said softly.
The male stopped for a second, but he turned to face the woman. A bouquet of lilies and other flowers in the garden was in his other hand. “Good morning, Michaela. These are for you,” he said, holding the flowers out to her.
Michaela took the flowers, a smile crossing her features. “They’re beautiful…”
“Not as beautiful as you.”
A sweet pink blush crossed her face at the compliment, “Thank you.”
“And…” Len took the bride’s hand and began to pull her over towards him, “this is more important.”
Michaela gave a confused look as they came together and then sat down on the ground. Her robe slightly slid off her shoulders as she brought herself closer to the flowers. A small patch of pyxies sat close to them. The blond reached down to the flowers and plucked one. Taking the stem, he tied it around the base of the petals into a circular shape. He lifted her left hand and placed the ring on her finger, revealing the one he was already wearing that matched hers, “I’m making a promise to you, Michaela.”
“Oh, Len…” the teal-haired woman said as she brought her right hand to her mouth in surprise, “…I…”
“Michaela, should the day come that something comes to take your life, I will gladly take your place. Of course,” the blue-eyed male said with a mild laugh, “I would prefer for that not to happen and that the two of us live together until the end of our times.”
Realization came across Miku’s face, a smile crossing her lips. “Len, are you…proposing?”
“Perhaps,” he said with a smile in his eyes, “but you are married already…”
The smile dropped from the teal-haired bride’s face as soon as it appeared. “Yes,” she started, “but I can merely hope that John realizes that nothing could have grown from that love. 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. She knew that he knew it already, and how he did was beyond her, but they had crossed the boundary of formality.
“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.”
§
In a whole other world beyond most humans’ beliefs, a blue-haired angel looks up at light sifting through a stained glass window in a chapel. “Rin…has become a Fallen angel?” he asked incredulously, “Are you completely sure that she’s not just missing?”
The brunette angel stood behind him, a hand on her hip and papers in the other. “If she was missing, she would have tried contacting us already,” she said, a frown on her face. “As a Power, it is your mission to rid of the ‘evil’. You needn’t worry about what would happen to you; you can never become a Fallen angel.”
The male angel turned to face the brunette, his long white drape flowing freely. “Rin was one of the most promising siblings I’ve raised. For her to Fall…” he turned his face away to a spot on the ground. A cross dangled from its chain from his earring. “Who would cause this?” he asked to himself.
“Most likely Lucifer persuaded her. The last time we could sense Lucifer’s power was two weeks ago, and it was at a house in a city…” a map appeared on the ground, and it zoomed up behind a house, “…right there. There’s also this woman.” Next to the house, a picture of a woman with teal eyes and hair appeared. Blue eyes rose to meet brown in confusion. She shrugged, “We don’t know much about this woman besides the fact that that house is her residence. However, if Rin fell in love with a human, she committed a sin. Therefore, we believe that this woman is the cause of Rin Falling.”
The map and picture vanished as orders were given. “Power Kaito,” the woman said, her voice booming in the small chapel, “this order comes directly from the Great Monarch. End this woman’s life as punishment for the Fallen’s sins, and if you find Rin, the Fallen angel, you are to end her life as well. This mission begins immediately.”
Kaito kneeled before the brunette, eyes firmly planted on the ground. “Understood, Dominion Meiko.”
I promised two weeks until the next part over on FF.net. I posted early because I finished early and have Anime North this weekend. :)