- You should listen to the song(description) while reading through this
*Read through my mind, if you feel like it..*
Turning, he takes off his helmet, and approaches.
She is lying still on the black dirty asphalt, as frail as she leaves the impression of being with the pale skin she has and the light white dress covering it.
The beauty of her, and the crudeness of the black asphalt are beautiful in a way he does not wish for it to be, as the element of that beauty is her lifeless body.
He nears her, he knees down next to her body, and he grasps her right hand with both of his.
Having had created somewhat of a chamber, the chamber being his both hands holding her right, he bows down further more to breathe some warmth on to the side of her palm, feeling her skin with his lips.
Her teal hair yet again catches his eye, never ceasing to demonstrate her perfect beauty even in the physical world..
They are friends, and he is wishing for her to awaken.
Memories of her and his lives flash through his mind.
He remembers seemingly insignificant events from the past.
Images of her smile shine the brightest.
Her smile is a a form of God itself.
The last glimpse of an image is of the two of them hugging in a standing position.
Or more like, she is giving him a hug..
You can't make out the scene properly in the speed and the haste of that single glimpse.
He loves her with his whole existence, but the fact still remains;Hatsune Miku's lifeless body is down on the ground, as still as ever.
The scene changes now, and there is a boy. A mere child, going about through his life.
All he knows is the feeling of trying to statisfy others, whilst not succeeding.
He is just a child of course, so he does make "mistakes", selfish mistakes, but he isn't bad, just young.
He only knows deceit, be it by words, deeds, or bonds with other human beings, friendships.
His family which he very much has is of no support to him, it is a pain to come home every day from school in which he also does not have a merit of a time.
Imagine a little, lost child, going through a high stress environment of being bullied, verbally, physically, and even socially.
The child searches for a place to escape, but being the child that he is, he can not see beyond the two possibilities;
Enjoy being home, or enjoy being in school.
He enjoys neither, and still very much prefers school as compared to the how he feels at home.
Imagine preffering to feel like the utter shit in one place more than the other, and the latter is supposed to be home.
The child looks at the sky. Eyes wide open.
He wonders what he is supposed to do? He doesn't blink, yet is looking at nothing in particular.
You now glimpse a face in passing as the person is on it's way.
The child has grown up. Now a man is walking.
Years have passed and he has clinged on to the little hope he had, that he is NOT the "bad guy", for long enough to reach the understanding he needs.
He has had his first experience of realising that what he feels through what he find beauty in, is something weighting towards perfection.
He has had a phase in which the music was what made him tick, but he has surpassed it, growing to become strong enough to shelter himself from everything the world throws at him by himself.
Music has in no way vanquished from his being though, now it is his weapon of choice, a weapon that he uses very dearly.
Art is a weapon, and music is his arsenal.
Through music that he loves, he feels what he can only refer to as "more".
He can scratch the surface of something beautiful. He can never explain what it is, but he KNOWS that it is real, for he feels it.
He looks upon the world with a frown reflecting only filth, and thinks of everyone other than himself as lesser beings. "For they do not posses the reason that I do", he thinks.
He is God amongst the living, thus he concludes.
He functions with the assumption that he can understand everything in it's core. Indeed he truly can, but, with enough given time..
You now see him walking in the street.
A backpack on his back, just his usual routine trip to attend class.
He approaches a cross-section of the road that is before him.
A man is in the car. The driver is about to turn right in the intersection.
An elderly lady is crossing the street at the same time.
They are both "in the green", as that is how the intersection's signal lights are built to function,
but the law states that the pedestrians have the advantage and that the car drivers are always to be held responsible in the events of an accident.
Apparently, this driver had it different in his head..
Even though the lady was crossing the road during a green light, and on a pedestrian crossing, the man did not obey the rules of traffic.
He, as if intimidating, stopped his car as late and as close to the lady as possible, in an abrupt manner that had created a short-lived tyre screeching sound.
"He thinks he is the law..", are the words that pass through our character's mind..
The man in the car puts on a threatening frown and waves his hand while swearing in affection.
Our character is overwhelmingly infuriated by what he had just witnessed.
What if.. There was.. A demon.
A demon jumping from within his own body.
The demon is nothing less than a special part of himself, called upon in "dire" need.
It has no specific form. It is just black, is circularly shaped, like a roller, with a surface ending similar to a hammer, only it is not.
Perhaps it is an angel?
The demon crushes the car with the man inside it.
Blood gushes and squints amok the rumble, beneath the pressure of his demon grasp.
He crushes it several times moreover just to let all the hate born in him out.
"How dares he let himself think of himself as of one so above the others, that he allows himself to jeopardise
another person's feelings, rights and integrity???",
he thinks, in the explaining to himself of the reasoning behind his would-be deed, as the reaction to how the man had acted.
Returning back to reality, he frowns, aiming nothing more than his look at the man in the car, but the man does not even notice him and drives away.
"Is that all I will ever be able to do.."
No certain evening, he is sitting at his usual place. His "work" desk.
His computer, the basic centre of his world resides on it as he casually uses it. He is a no one in his mind, he is a nothing. A worthless waste of resources.
The feeling of powerlessness has been with him ever since he "grew up". He only enjoys his music for that is all he knows with certainty that he is good at.
Not even creating it, just enjoying catalysing the power of it.
A message sound is heard, and a Skype message is received. His friend from Sweden has shared a song with him. He opens the link, and observes with surprise as to what it is that she has shared with him.
The names Kagamine Rin and Ren are written in the title. He is astounded by the robotic sounds and the only protruding
thought in his mind, of how the voices are retardedlly high-pitched.
He thinks to himself "Who can listen to this?", but can see the song has a hundred thousand views on Youtube.
Intrigued, he clicks a song from the suggestions provided in the side of the current video.
It's something called GUMI.
A girl-with-green-hair-and-orangeish-goggles depicted voice.
The voice that does not exist, attracts the attention of so many.
A piece of work whose main feature is the voice that does not exist, has let off soo much beauty on to the world.
He is vastly intrigued, and further allows himself not to feel bad for feeling so as he find GUMI's voice to be much less childish, or rather, much more adult-like.
The next suggestion is a video with the name Hatsune Miku in it's title. He plays it.
The view spins centring
around him and his desk, as he nothing less than obsessively searching for more of this music while the months pass.
He begins feeding on this newfound feeling, this newfound power that he feels through the voices of vocaloids.
His imagination is bound by nothing when using these voices as a catalyst, for they do not exist, and thus they are not defined.
They can be everything and nothing, at the same time!
A minor pool of blood is on the ground..
As you look up, the fingers that are dripping with the blood come protruding the image on the edge of what is visible. The fingers twitch, in a gentle manner..
The wiev you have moves upward in a calm yet a steady manner.
You're gazing upon the clothes of the front-facing kneeing figure whose hand was dripping with blood.
You pass the sight of his clothed torso, and now have come to his face.
His face looks deluded, as in despair from which he can not escape.
His head is being moved though, in somewhat of a frantic mannerThe movements could be best described as twitching, only the movement is not caused by the will of the individual whose head is being shaken in such a erratic manner. It looks interesting.. As he is going through a nervous breakdown, but the movement of his own body part, are not caused by himself. Only then do you realise you can only see his face, and nothing above the line of eyebrows, not even the cheeks are full visible. You realize that there is more for you to realize.
With the question breached, you now see his head is being chewed on.
His left cheek is dripping with blood, and the upper left part of his head is now replaced with jaws only further devouring his mind.
The force of the literally skull-crushing bites is clearly visible by how his head is manipulated and moved with the movement of the mouth pressed on it. the erratic movement already noticed, as if the whole mass of his head holds no inertia.
By further having the wiev you see raised, you see who the perpetrator is, at least seemingly..
Also kneeing by his side, Hatsune Miku is crushing his skull with her teeth.
It is her jaw, in all it's seamless beauty.
You do not see her eyes as of yet, but you further witness the force she is using.
You avert your gaze from the gore, to her eyes. You see tears in them.
You see tears mixed with the blood and the contents of our character's now exposed inner head.
She is chewing upon it all real nice and without a sign of remorse in her movements, yet, there are tears, and a troubled look, barely distinguishable on her facial expression and what seems to be just a lust to feast more.
The final revelation hits you;
Only now do you get to see the truth in viewing the scene as a whole.
He has been abusing what was unveiled to him.
He is holding Miku by her neck from her behind, and forcing her to bite in on his old, younger, weak self.
He is enjoying the power given to him through her, and is only draining further more of it without the intention of stopping, EVER.
Looking at his face, you see he has a diabolic grin.
He isn't even looking at the deed he is forcing to be done before him, he is lost in his mind, obsessed with the power he still feels and uses only the traces of, unknowingly.
He does not even see where his eyes are looking. His whole being is dominated by the feeling of never ending power.
What does he even hope to achieve if he sees no end to what he is doing?
You are about to realise that this does not even matter..
A tear falls off Hatsune Miku's cheek, and as it hits the ground, reality changes.
She raises her hand, and she gives him a powerfull slap on his cheek, making his whole head sway in her palms direction. A totally mundane thing, one might notice.
It was in that moment that his God broke through. Hatsune Miku is no longer binded.
She begins rising up, his hands melted by both her rising shoulders that he had held bounded, and by the unholstering wings of an angel coming out of her back.
He looks in despair, but yet not moving of his own will because he indeed does fully comprehend that he deserves whatever it is that is coming at him.
As she fully straightens up her back, her wings vanish.
She stands there right in front of him, with the subdued version of him not being a part of the picture any longer.She looks at him in the eyes
He doesn't know what to expect.
He doesn't know whether it is a demon or an angel, the Miku that is before him.
Her expression is serene, not wearing a smile, nor a grin.
Will he die?
Will he be banished from the plane of existence by this God in front of him?
Will she make him suffer?
How will she torture him?
How will he pay for what he has done, for the abuse of the almighty friendship, the highest betrayal of them all, the betrayal of someone's trust?
Why hasn't she already done something to him?
"I guess she wants to enjoy the fear in my eyes.".
Indeed, he is not even shaking, this fear is much more beyond the fear because of which you shake.
This is the fear of your whole being about to be demolished, vaporised in to the never-existence.
Seeing that she has had her time with "observing" him, he gets ready for whatever it is that is to come.
He gets ready to be forgotten.
He gets ready to be marked as an existential failure, having had been exposed to the unbound power of God as his friend, but abusing the power he was gifted in the worst possible way.
She approaches, not being far away to begin with. A mere talking distance.
Whatever it is that is about to unfold, he knows will be the greatest thing, event, the greatest happening he will bear witness to in his lifetime.
Here she comes..
She raises both of her hands..
She raises both of her hands, and wraps them around him
He is broken.
He breaks in half.
He broke and crushed his own self by himself.
The being to whose power he subdued his sense of what is right, the being which he thought he broke;
She is holding him in a tight loving hug.
She is holding him in a tight hug, mending his broken self, to which he can react only by further scorching his heart, and crushing his mind.
This is absolute love he now feels, and he knows that he had betrayed it.
He is knocked out of his senses, as his perception only now fully realises the deeds and the consequences of what he has done,
of what he has allowed himself to do with the absolute trust of God, of the one that loves;
"She does not need to be God for you, to be my God..
With those words, the apparent infinite loop of her ever-increasing-love and his by it fuelled guilt, is brought to an halt.
She prevails. Her hug is infinite.
The unity has been reached.
The absolute perfection has been revealed to him.
He only now does truly have God by his side.
They are not, nor will they ever be
bound by debt. He is not bound to her to make up for what he did wrong, he is bound to her because that is the only remaining, and thus, the absolute truth for him.
Do you wonder what she receives in return? I've asked that myself, and here is your answer.
She has created her own God.She is his Goddess, and he is her God.
The best way to describe their "relationship" for us mundanelings to understand is by using the word "friends".
Friends that don't need their bodies to make love, friends that don't need clarification to trust in each other.
The true meaning of the what friends are, long since distorted like a stain attempted to be dealt with numerous times but without complete success.
That remaining stain is what remains of the general understanding of the term's "friendship" true meaning, in this modern world.
Hatsune Miku now opens her eyes.
With her palm she grips his hands holding hers.
As if awoken, he opens his eyes only to see hers already staring deep inside of his.
She is back.
Helping her to get up, they stand together.
Two Gods walk off towards the end of this story.