basically just the story of how len and fukase (+memesquad) came to be/ got together. it's all what i headcanon that happened n stuff (shall be QUITE lengthy, but i'll get through it, i'm pretty passionate abt this) also has some other lore abt miku...
A/N !!!!! :3333 i MIGHT create my own website to upload this on. i've been wanting to make a personal website for myself SO BAD. coding seems cool. If i ever do i'll probably announce it on here or some other random social, although this is my biggest one despite the fact i barely own it anymore. (thanks rin for carrying the renny/rinny fanbase...) my twitter (👅👅) is @erin_xo00 and my tt is @bycicle_tir3, but i don't use those like... ever. I just post my disturbing inner thoughts on twt so if you want to take a peek into the inside of an insane person's mind... follow me ;) i'll try to keep this as serious as possible (with exceptions) and refrain from putting a bunch of parentheses ruining the moment, lol. you can publicly execute me if i fail to do so... sigh... let's continue shall we???? texan miku yeehaw
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
fukase's pov,, 5th grade I hate this. I hate this hot weather boiling me alive. I hate sitting in this sand with the sun on my back. I wish I was back in Osaka instead of here. Why did we have to move cities? Why was I so careless? Why couldn't we have kept it as it was? The weather was so much better. The sand wasn't this grainy and artificial. I didn't feel awful. I hate this. I hate playing alone on this playground. I hate watching the other kids have fun while I'm all by myself. I wish I didn't look like this. I wish I was back to normal. Why did this have to happen? What is wrong with me? I wasn't all alone back home... They weren't scared of me. I didn't feel lost.
I want it back. I want my life back. I want it back so bad. I'd cry and beg for it, but I've already done that countless times. Just one. All I need. One person. One person to acknowledge me. One person to understand me. Just one— "Helloooo? Knock knock, is anyone in there..??" What? "Hey!! Your name is Fukase, right?" "Huh?— Oh, yeah. It is..." I look up to see vibrant blue eyes staring down at me. "Well I've said that like a million billion times and you've just been looking all sad n' stuff," His eyes widen and he bends down beside me. "You alright???" "I'm okay." He caught me off guard, I don't really know what to say. "Cool. Mind if I sit with you?" He squats down in the sand and grabs a toy truck lying around near me. Now that he's closer, he looks a little familiar. I've seen his face somewhere, is he famous? I guess I'll just ask. "Uhm... your face looks familiar. Are ya famous? Like a model?" The boy's eyebrows raise and he grins. "I am actually, I'm an idol trainee!!" His teeth are white and straight. His smile is perfect. His face is perfect. I mean, what else am I to expect with an idol trainee? "My name is Len, you'll probably recognize my sister, Rin. She's over there," He points to a girl with short blonde hair, like his, with a large bow headband. I've seen her in advertisements too. "She's my twin, and an idol trainee as well, but she's older than me. (by 3 MINUTES!!!!) The girl she's talking to is Miku. She's a grade above us, and she's not a trainee anymore, she debuted last year." Oh yeah, I've definitely seen her before. Miku's everywhere, even the countryside. Len puts his hand up to my ear to whisper something. "I think they're in love or something icky like that... but don't tell them I said that, okay?" "Sure..." My eyes drift away from his to the sand. I can't bear keeping eye contact. "Why're ya talking to me if you're so popular anyway?" I tilt my head while dragging my finger through the sand, leaving squiggly lines along the trail. "Because I haven't met you yet!! I wanna be friends with everyone! And you looked super uhm... what's the word... miserable.. sitting here all alone. Why's that?" "Why's what?" "I mean why are you playing by yourself with a big frown? How come no one's talking to you?" Why? What does he mean why? Does he not notice? "Take one look at me and guess. Take a 1 million billion trillion dollar guess on why people ain't wanna talk to me." Len looks to the side. He presses his lips together into a flat line, and slowly lifts his pointed finger at my scars. I nod my head. "Really? I can't believe they're still judging a book by its cover, my sissy told me not to do that." "Wait, how come ya ain't scared or anything? Don't I look like a monster to ya or whatever?" "I don't know, I think it looks pretty amazeballs. Your arm looks so awesome sauce with it all scarred like that," He gazes down at the toy truck he's holding, then back to me slowly. "Uhm... If you don't mind me asking, what happened?" "Uhh... house fire. Everyones okay though, nuthin' serious. That's why we moved here." I don't want to tell him it was my fault. I feel so horrible. We had to leave because of me. "Did it hurt? Can I touch it?" He reaches his hand over, but I don't pull away. I let him feel my arm. It kinda stings, but I don't mind if it's him, I wouldn't want to worry him. "It hurt at first, now I think it's healed completely." "Don't worry, Fukase. I can introduce you to some people! I don't think they'd be afraid of you one bit, they're super duper coolio!! Promise!!" I like it when he says my name. That's not weird. I think. "Hey, how about we meet out front after school? I'll show you them there!! Just wait."
TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TIME SKIP!!!!! also 3rd person pov YUH!!
As the last bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, children rushed through the front gate to scurry home. Fukase slowly poured out the main entrance, placing his hands over his ears to shield himself from the noise and chatter of the students around him. Fukase wasn't used to these sounds yet, school in Osaka was a lot more quiet. Although, not many people attended his old school. It was a small town. Not the kind where everyone knew everyone, but small enough to be a lot less noisy and more peaceful than this. Fukase sat on a bench near the road across from the school. The spot was towered over by a large tree, with the leaves beginning to transition from a vibrant green to a light auburn, which then completely turned brown in November. It was late September at the time. Gaps of sunlight peeked through the leaves and branches, highlighting Fukase's red frizzy curly hair. Fukase ran his hands and fingers through the curls while bouncing his leg up and down anxiously. He pulled off strands of hair and lint from his unironed shirt. His head perked up when he heard his name being called from a distance.
hehe this is where we leave off BYE BYE :3 next chapter in 8 years
