Vocaloid Fanfic... Read. - Brony's Empire of Pure Randomness.

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So... in this fanfic I made Vocaloid an A-list band. XD They are also English because I don't know Japanese... Well, READ THIS WHOLE THING NOW. You will regret not doing so. XD BEGIN!

His face is like an illusion. So perfect. So innocent. So beautiful. I just wish there was a way I could get to him... somehow. I'm lost in his glowing blue eyes when my sister suddenly calls out. She shreiks with delight as the song on the television changes, and he moves perfectly with the rhythm. I sigh. It's no use... I'll never actually meet him I think. "Why are you being so quiet?" My sister Niyah asks me. She turns to me to ask the question, then quickly switches her gaze to the television again. When I don't answer, she looks back at me. I shake my head and look down. Niyah raises an eyebrow and looks back to the TV, resting her head in her hand. Rosalina walks in the room. She is the eldest sister. "You guys are obsessed with this dude!" She exclaims. "It's just because he's... SOOO hot," Niyah replies and pretends to faint while sighing. Rosalina comes to sit by me on the long couch. "Daaisu, what's wrong? You look so sad..." She says. "... It's nothing," I respond. "You sure?" She asks. She isn't the type to force you to let her know what's wrong, even though she likes to double check when someone is sad. "I'm sure," I say glumly. "Well, just remember that you can tell me what's up when you want to," She says warmingly, then wraps her arm around my shoulder. I smile. Rosalina is always so nice to everyone. The final song of the concert plays on the TV, and it has always been my favorite. After a while, I lighten up, since this song has always been so amazing. Finally, the song is finished. Everyone in the crowd on the television screams joyfully. Len smiles and gives the crowd a peace sign (... so now do you know? ^-^ Heh...) Then the concert is finished with a bow from all of the band members. The host talks for a little bit on the screen, but we ignore it, since it's nothing of any meaning to us. Niyah sighs "I wish I could go to one of their concerts sometime," She laughs. I imagine all of the fans getting pictures and autographs from everyone in the band, especially Len, since everyone adores him. If I was there, though I'd just be shy and in awe that I wouldn't be able to do anything. I'd just stand and stare hopelessly. Even though I wish I could be one of those girls who could just run up to him a squeeze him to death, I know it's next to impossible. I sigh. I can only dream I think.

That night, it's hard to sleep. I'm starting to become desperate. In the slightest bits of sleep, I see his face clearly in my mind. The electric blue eyes, the beautiful blonde hair. Everything is perfectly vivid. I finally give in to sleep, and the whole night I see the two of us dancing. Just me and him.

When I finally wake up, it's 10:00 AM. Luckily, it's summer break. But right when I step out of bed, Niyah flings my door open."Daaisu, get dressed... NOW!" She cries. "Why?" I question, startled. "Just do it. No time to explain," She says hastily. I inch to my dresser. "Well, hurry up!" She yells. "Can I have a little privacy?" I scowl. She rolls her eyes and slams my door shut again. I shake my head and dig into a drawer for clothes. I pick out some black knee-highs with pink shorts and a black tank top. I throw on a pink half shirt to compliment the black tank top. I slip into my gray tennis shoes, and lace the purple faded shoelaces. I put on my favorite gloves that are cut at the finger tips. They are striped green and pink. I pull my hair up into a side ponytail and throw on a headband. Then I quickly dash outside. Niyah is standing by Rosalina's car. Rosalina stands on the other side. "Okay, we're going to go pick out a birthday cake for you," Niyah says. So that's what all the fuss was about... I scowl. "Come on, lighten up! You're going to be fourteen!" Rosalina smiles. I still keep my scowl, but I step into the car anyway. We are already driving to this large food market when Niyah asks me, "What do you want your cake to look like?" I shrug. "Make it a surprise." "Okay... What flavors of frosting do you want? Choose three," Niyah tells me. That's when I notice she holds a small booklet full of cakes. "Hmm... chocolate... strawberry... and banana? If that's even possible," I say. "There isn't banana, but does honey frosting sound good?" Niyah asks. I want something yellow, so I nod. We finally reach the store. We walk through the sliding doors like models or something. We get to the pastry counter which fortunately isn't too far from the entrance. We ordered the style of cake and my frosting flavors. "Well, we are out of strawberry, is there any other flavor you'd like?" The man at the counter says. Well, I was looking forward to strawberry frosting. So I choose blueberry instead. "We're low, but we'll do what we can with the blueberry," The man responds. Ugh. Fine. I look over at Rosalina who also looks annoyed. She swipes her credit card after the guy tells us that the cake should be done in two days or less. We thank the man. Rosalina says she needs to get some groceries while we're here, sho we shop around the store, and get the things we need. Niyah and I act like complete goofballs in the store as we run to open refridgerator doors to cool us off, and say 'Hi' to random people, and fantasize about seeing Len randomly walking through the store. We keep a close eye, even though it's incredibly unlikely that we'll see him. It's super rare to see an A-list superstar strolling around in a grocery store. It would be a major dream come true, though. Rosalina finally tells us that it's time to go. She buys the groceries and we head out of the store. Suddenly, we hear a person say "Look, a limo!" aloud near us. Niyah and I turn our heads in unison. "Is it him?" Niyah asks, and giggles. "Highly unlikely," I say. It could be anyone. The limousine drives off, but I vaguely wonder who was in there.

The week seems to go by really quickly with all my birthday plans. We pick up the cake from the market, and it's beautiful. In cursive yellow letters it says 'Happy Birthday, Daaisu!' There are little blue frosting flowers all around the cake. The main frosting is chocolate, so it covers the cake. The inside is chocolate too, so since that's what I wanted. Finally, it's Friday. Everyone comes to the house to celebrate my birthday. We blast music, and play freeze dance. We prank call people who couldn't come to the party. We go outside to play games, and so much more. It is a blast. When my mom tells us to come in to eat cake, we all get balloons and let them go in the sky before we go. "Mine got stuck in a tree!" My friend Aura yells, but she giggles. "Look at mine. It's really far into the sky," Haij smirks. "Mine too!" Kahyi laughs. A little after we had all released our balloons, we go inside. We all gather around the table in the dining room. Rosalina walks out with the cake and a fire lighter in her pocket. "It's so pretty!" Aura cries, admiring the cake. Rosalina sets the cake in the center of the slick, wooden table. "No touching," She reminds us, as she lights the candle that says '14' on it. "Okay, ready?" Rosalina asks, meaning if we were ready to sing. Everyone chorused in on a really out of tune version of 'Happy Birthday' when they began to sing. When everyone was finished singing the song, Rosalina told me to make a wish. I wished deeply that I would be able to meet Len and not be shy. I want to be like one of those girls who could just hug him or even kiss him in front of everyone. The more selfish part of the wish is that I want him to love me, and no one else in the same way. The thought makes my heart do a flip or two, and I smile. I lean forward, and delicately blow out the candle. All of my friends cheer. "What was your wish?" My friend Saiku whispers. "I'm not telling," I hiss. She giggles. "The birthday girl chooses her piece first!" Rosalina exclaims. I roll my eyes. "Uh... I'd like a flower on my piece, but I don't want it to be a hugr piece, please," I say. "Okay!" Rosalina smiles. She cuts me a piece that has a flower right in the center. Everyone else gets the piece of their choice, and we all enjoy our cake while laughing and talking. I eat my piece very slowly though. "You okay?" Niyah whispers. "I'm fine," I say. I look out the large window that runs along the wall. A limousine drove on the street. Almost like the one I saw on Tuesday, when we ordered my cake. After a while of just sitting and talking, and of course, enjoying cake, we go to open gifts. We all enter the 'TV room' where all the presents were. The first gift I choose is a perfect cube shaped box with polka dot wrapping paper. Haij has a sudden pleased expression. It is obviously hers. I tear off the wrapping paper. It's a small cardboard box with a lid. I take off the lid and look in. An envelope. Most likely a 'Happy Birthday' letter. I toss that to the side. I want to see the real presents. I take out a grey T-shirt with a picture of the whole Vocaloid band. I blink and then smile. "It's amazing," I breathe. I put that aside and look for the next thing. A painting of me. It's on a beautiful canvas, and it's adorable. Haij is very artistic. "Awesome!" I exclaim. I put the box to the side and pick up something else. It's from Aura. Obviously a poster. It's a scroll-like thing wrapped in a rubber band. I take the rubber band off, and unroll the large paper. It's a picture of Len. A good one too. I blush. "Thanks, Aura," I smile. She beams. I open what seems to be a million more boxes and weird stuff. Finally, there is only one this left. It's in a tiny plastic bag tied with a shiny yellow ribbon. Rosalina picks it up before I can. "Don't open this yet," She tells me. Everyone else already went to my room to listen to more music and hang out. I go an join them. Finally, after about an hour and a half, everyone is gone. It's almost evening. Rosalina gives me permission to open the bag. I untie the pretty bow and open the bag. I don't believe what I see. I draw my breath. I touch the papers gently. They're tickets to sit in the V.I.P row at a Vocaloid concert on Saturday... Tomorrow!!! I let this all sink in, and then let out a delighted shriek. "How much did this cost you?!" I cry. "Almost a fortune, but I wanted to make you happy," Rosalina grins. "You have three tickets. Who will you invite?" Rosalin inquires. Niyah looks at me hopefully. I hand her a ticket, and she starts bawling. "And Rosie, even if you aren't a crazy fan of Len like us, you deserve to come. You bought the tickets," I say. "Aww, thanks!" She smiles.

That night it is literally impossible to sleep. I'm actually going to see Vocaloid, LIVE and in concert. This has been the longest night ever. I finally watch the sunrise in the early morning. I need sleep. I think. I lay down, and realize how tired I really was. I wake up late again. The concert isn't until 4:00 PM today. Niyah and I can't stop talking about the concert that whole day. We're in my room blasting some of our favorite songs. I'm sitting at my desk, and Niyah sits on my bed. Then I do a headdesk. "Uggggghhh, I can't WAIT!" I squeal. "Dude, we get to sit in the V.I.P row. We're going to be only a few... maybe yards from him," Niyah points out. "If I faint, catch me," She laughs. I do too. I look at my fingernails. I painted them yellow and coated them with with sparkles. I put my long hair in a side ponytail. I was curling the bottom of it for a while though. It turned out really nice. I put on a cute, short mini skirt that had a plaid pattern, but it was the color blue. I wore a half shirt over a purple tank top. I wore knee-highs that had the pattern of a piano. I smile. "We get autographs and stuff, right?" I ask. "I don't know..." Niyah responds, even though her voice is filled with doubt. Rosalina suddenly opens the door. "Time to go! We're in for a pretty long drive and wait, so we shoudl leave early," She says. Niyah and I read the clock on my stereo. 2:30. "Wow, really early," I say. "A lot of people will probably be there," Rosalina points out. "Let's just go, then!" Niyah cries. She's as excited and as impatient as I am. We walk to the door to go outside. "Have fun, girls! Be careful!" Our mom reminds us. "Okay!" We all respond. We all get to Rosalina's car. Before we get in, Rosalina says "Birthday girl gets to sit in the front!" Niyah shrugs. "I got more room in the back anyway," She says. "Well I got a better view, and the front seat is cooler anyway! Ha!" I reply. Niyah opens her mouth to say something, but then closes it. Since we don't want to get in a huge fight, we just laugh. Rosalina starts the car, and we soon get on the road. "So girls, we need to set soe rules for the theater or whatever this place is," She says. "Uh... sticking together," I suggest. "That's a good one. Niyah, do you have rule?" Rosalina looks at Niyah through the rearview mirror. "Isn't it the same a movie theater rules?" "Right. So, what are the movie theater rules?" Rosalina quizzes us on the rules for a little while, but we know them well. It took maybe about a half hour to get to the big theater place, since we noticed it was a little after 3 when we got there. Even though we got there early, there was still a large amount of people. The line outside the door grows quickly, though, so I was glad we got there when we did. I close my eyes. "Finally" I whisper. It takes a while, but eventually we get to the front of the line. "Three tickets?" A lady behind a glass screen asks us. "We preordered," Rosalina says, handing the lady our tickets. "Awesome," The lady said after checking the tickets. She stamps our hands with something, and we walk in. The place is huge. Humongous. People stand along the rows, guiding people to their seats. After what seems like forever, we reach our V.I.P seats. My heart is about to leap out of my chest. I am so excited. After a while of just sitting, I look up at the entrance. The doors are shut. My eyes light up. I feel like I'm going to puke, I'm so excited. Then, the beautifully colored lights light up the stage. I notice Rosalina gives Niyah something. Then she turns to me. "Here," she says. It's a lighter. I press a button, and the colors start to change. It's epic. Suddenly, the place fills with singing. It's totally recognizable. It's obviously Len. He appears on the stage after the beginning of the song. My mouth falls open. I can hear Niyah shrieking. I almost drop my lighter. In my head I can't stop thinking It's him. It's him. It's ACTUALLY him. Live and in person. The music echoes through the entire place. Niyah leans over Rosalina to say something to me. "Can you believe it?!" She squeals. I can't talk, so I just shake my head. I know that my eyes are probably as big as tennis balls. Then I realize I'm singing the song quietly. A part of me says "Quiet?! Be LOUD!" So I begin to yell the lyrics. Even though they are kind of weird, the song is so epic and upbeat. This is one of my favorite songs. Some girl who is supposedly his "mirror image" (Rin) comes on stage. There has to be some kind of relation. I always thought they were twins, but no one really knows. Everyone claps and stomps and waves their lighters to the rhythm. Finally, the song stops, and they end in a pose as the lights go down. A different girl goes on stage. This is her song. The band members are supposed to be equally famous, and they kind of are, but everyone adores Len for the most obvious reason. Even though it's someone else singing, I still enjoy the song. I know pretty much every song written by this band, so I sing along again. We enjoy every song, especially when Len sings or appears in it. There is a short intermission since the concert is supposed to be 3 hours long. When the main lights come on I can't help but wonder what the band is doing. Are they talking and laughing? Drinking water probably, because their voices could be tired and the lights could be warm. I'm still staring in awe at the stage until someone taps my shoulder. "Daaisu, you there?" Niyah laughs. I turn to her "Yep," I smile. "Aren't you just so excited?" She cries. I take a deep breath. Yes, very I think. I close my eyes. "Of course," I smile. My words break at the ending. I'm finally here, in the same building as him. If this is a dream I hope I never wake up, because if I do, this amazing moment will be gone forever.

Finally, the main lights dim, and I switch my lighter back on. The music starts, and my smile grows. This is one of my favorite songs since it sounds so happy, and everyone is in it. I sing along. The song is simple at first: "La la la la la la la". It's probably one of the easiest songs to sing, for me anyway. The lyrics are sang at a medium speed, and they are quite simple. No it isn't just 'la' the whole time. The concert goes excellent, and it's beautiful. And awesome. It must be tradition to sing my favorite song last. I seem to be the only one who considers it the best. Of course, Len sings in it, so maybe everyone else likes it. And even though I'm seriously in love with him, this song is truly my favorite because it has just such a happy sound, and the lyrics are put together perfectly. I'm sad once the concert is finished, but also very satisfied. The concert was amazing. But this may be the only time I get to see them live. Everyone in the band gives peace signs, then they each take something from their instrument like a drum stick or a guitar pick. I wanted to catch the pick that Len threw, but it's nearly impossible. Someone far behind me catches it, and shreiks as loud as a tornado siren. Other people yell out and scream happily when they catch something. The main lights turn on again, and I see that Niyah is sobbing. "It was so amazing..." She sighs. I feel like crying too. She isn't crying because she's sad, though. She's crying for joy, and I can't help but join her. "You girls," Rosalina laughs. Niyah and I giggle. "Well, let's go ger autographs," Rosalina says, smiling, anticipating our amazed responses. "Autographs?!" Niyah and I exclaim at the same time. "Like, live in person autographs?!" Niyah cries. "Yes, now come on! I got these passes for a reason!" Rosalina says, holding out backstage passes. Niyah and I start crying more. "Thank you, Rosie," I squeal, hugging her. She smiles. "Of course." Then, Niyah pushes me over. "Let's go now so we don't have to wait in line forever!" "Yeah!" I respond, chasing after her. People are already pushing their way to the backstage door, where autographs are being signed. There are lines of people everywhere. They aren't really long yet, but they are bound to get huge in a matter of minutes. Each individual band member has their own line of fans, which I think is kind of funny, but cool and convienient at the same time. Niyah and I finally see a line in front of Len. It's probably one of the longest lines. A lot of people in the line are girls, of course. I gasp, and Niyah squeals. We jump into the line. Rosalina brought us small, blank notepads. She was really prepared. The front of the notepad was tye-dye. On the inside were sheets and sheets of small, crisp white paper. Rosalina waited on the other side of the line. The line moves a lot quicker than the one outside the main door. Finally, it is Niyah's turn. I am after her. I draw my breath and my palms begin sweating, and I am shaking of excitement. Niyah held out her notepad with her eyes closed. She has a huge smile on. "I'm a huge fan. Same with my sister Daaisu," Niyah says, and gestures to me when she mentions my name. "That's awesome. Did you like the concert?" Len asked enthusiastically. "Loved it. Thanks so much," Niyah says, and blows him a kiss while walking to wait by Rosalina. He shakes his head, smiling. I take a deep breath, and step up to him. My heart was about to leap out of my chest. "How's it going?" Len asks, smiling that dazzling, adorable smile of his. "Good," I say quietly. I look down at my notepad, and hold it out to him. I feel really embarrased. What should I do? I look up to Niyah and Rosalina. 'Say something' Niyah mouths. Like what? I think. While Len signs something, he says "So, you're a fan?" I nod. "Yeah..." I say, shyly. He looks up at me. "Cool...!" He says, but his smile slowly fades. Uh-oh... Do I look stupid? I think frantically. Then suddenly, he gently brushes his hand on my cheek to my shoulder, then quickly pulls it away. "Sorry," He says hastily. His face turns pink. My face must be a red as a beet. It's burning hot. He just touched me. I want to laugh and cry and shout happily. "Here's your book. Hope you liked the concert!" He says. "It was awesome," I say almost in a whisper. Then I walk over to Rosalina and Niyah. Niyah's mouth is wide open, and Rosalina looks impressed. "Wow," She says. "He... touched you..." Niyah sqeaks. I blush. Did he think I was pretty or something? I can't even talk, so I just look at my hands. I touch the spot where he brushed my cheek. "I need to use the restroom," Rosalina says. "Me too, do you?" Niyah asks me. I shake my head and wait outiside the bathrooms, reflecting on what just happened. It's crazy. Like a dream. I close my eyes. This day is probably the best day of my life. I know I'll never forget it.

A lot of people are passing the bathrooms to go outside to their cars and such. I pretty much ignore them. Suddenly, though, someone grabs my arm. My eyes fly open. I try to scream for help, but all that came out was a croak. I finally manage to scream, but instead of a normal shriek that I was expecting, I shout Len's name, which could put him in danger. Quickly, my mouth was covered. "Shut up, girl. You're boyfriend isn't going to save you," Some guy says. I want to point out that he isn't my boyfriend, and I want to demand them to release me. I can't, though. Suddenly, I'm thrown into a small car with tinted windows. The people cover my eyes with a cloth, and gag me. This isn't happening. This can't be happening. Now I hope it's a dream. I wish I could scream for Niyah and Rosalina. I want them more than anything right now. I'm terrified. What are they going to do? 'They' as in the people who supposedly just kidnapped me. I'm tempted to rip the gag off. They were stupid, and didn't tie my hands. Lucky me. But one guy must have been watching me, because he said "Don't even think about it, kid." I want to cry. Now not for joy. I'm terrified. Scared to death. I have one of the Vocaloid songs stuck in my head, so I try to sing it to calm me. Not aloud, though. I whisper the lyrics. I hope the men don't tell me to shut up or anything. Apparently, they don't hear me. I suddenly feel like I'm in a really dramatic movie. But in a movie, it's fake. This is not fake, even though I wish it was. Then the car comes to a sharp stop. Everyone gets out, and someone gets me out. I stay silent. I think I hear a car door close from a different car. Are there two cars? Did they kidnap someone else? I hope it isn't Niyah and Rosalina. The people open a door to a house it sounds like. I walk in, and my footsteps echo. Then the people make me stop walking. "Now, you're going in here, and don't try to escape. It won't work," A guy says. Then they slam a door shut. Instantly, I pull of the gag and the cloth over my eyes. It took a little while though, since the knots were tight. At least I'm good at figuring out how to untie knots. The room is almost pitch black. My eyes adjust soon, though. I'm in an empty closet. Why an empty closet? Suddenly, the closet door opens again, and someone else is literally thrown in. "Uhn..." The person moans when he hits a wall. Oh... ow. I think. The closet doors are quickly slammed shut again. I'm standing near the wall on the left side of the closet. "Are you okay...?" I whisper cautiously. "I don't know," The boy groans. He's sitting against the wall holding his forehead. I suddenly gasp. I recognize him perfectly now. "Oh my gosh... Here, let me help you with the gag and stuff," I say. He turns around and I untie the gag and I suddenly wonder how he was able to speak at all with that. Then I untie the cloth over his eyes. "You can turn around now," I say, wanting him to see me. He slowly turns around. "A closet, eh?" He says. Then he sees me, and his eyes grow wide. "It's you!" He exclaims. "The girl at the concert..." Then he stands. I stand too. Then, just like what he did at the concert, he brushes my cheek to my shoulder, but this time, down to my hand. He holds it, then picks up my other hand. He looks into my eyes, and I begin to blush. "Wow... you're so beautiful..." He whispers, sounding a little bit embarrased suddenly. I wonder how he thinks I'm beautiful. "How?" I ask quietly. "Your eyes... they're like jewels. I saw you at the concert, and noticed how you seemed shy. You weren't like those crazy fangirls... I guess it's sort of like love at first sight," He says softly. So... he doesn't like how the fans crazily hug him and stuff. Am I the only one who is shy? And if I'm not, why me? "I love you too, Len. Of course I do... who doesn't?" I whisper, and blush again. That sounded kind of stupid. He softly laughs. "I don't really mean to sound selfish or anything, but that is sort of a good question... You kind of seem like the type who doesn't go yelling out your crushes and... yeah." This is kind of true. "I really hate to just ask out of nowhere, but how old are you?" Len asks. "I just turned fourteen... I got tickets as a birthday present," I say. Len smiles. "Yeah... you probably already know my age... Those magazines..." He says humorously. "Yeah," I giggle. He's still holding my hands in his. Something flashes through his eyes, but it slips away before I can recognize it. He looks at my face, and his eyes stop where my lips are. I hold my breath. Then I know. My heart starts beating harder. Len looks back in my eyes. Silently asking. I know my eyes light up. He leans closer to me. Then, slowly his lips meet mine. I grasp his hands. I wish this moment could last forever. My first kiss. With a superstar. He lets go of my hands, and puts his behind my head and neck. I throw my arms around his shoulders. Finally, we draw back, but our faces still stay close. My cheeks turn hot, and I smile. He softly smiles back. His eyes are that beautiful shade of bright blue. I suddenly feel really light headed, and my heart throbs in my chest. We are still embraced, when suddenly the door to the closet opens. We turn to look at who just interrupted this moment. "Aww, how cute. Does someone need to move?" The guy says. Len lets go of me. "Don't think of even coming near Daaisu," He hisses. I'm afraid all over again. "What if I do?" The guy says, looking at me. "Then, I'll move you instead," He says to Len. I run over to him. "No," I say. "Eh... Tough crowd..." The guy says. I look up at Len's face. His eyes are narrowed, and his mouth has turned to a frown. I pick up his hand. He holds my hand tightly. When none of us respond, the guy grabs Len's other hand and pulls him. "Gah!" Len yells. I try to hold onto him. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly. I'm holding his hand with both of mine now, so I won't let go. But then two other guys try to make me let go. "NO!" I scream. Len holds onto my hand tightly. My fingers slip a little, and I try to grasp tighter. Even as hard as I try to hold onto him, we slip and accidently let go of eachother. "Daaisu!" Len shouts. I reach my hand out, but the two other guys are pulling me back. I start crying again. The other guy that is pulling Len is pulling him outside which is dark. When they get outside, the guy slams the door shut. I hear the guy yell, and Len yells back. I can barely make out what they are saying. Then, Len starts repeatedly shouting like he's in pain. I shriek. The two guys let go of me, and I fall on my hands and knees, bawling. I hear the front door open. "Let's se how your 'girlfriend' likes this," The man says. I shake my head and look at the ground. I don't think I'd be able to see Len in pain. I slowly look up, anyway. It's much worse than I thought. I gasp, and run up to him. Tears flow from his eyes. One of his eyes is swelled up, and his mouth and nose are bleeding. My heart drums in my chest. I start sobbing again. I lean against his chest, and hear his heart beating. This is horrible. This is absolutely terrifying. I close my eyes, and cry my heart out, resting my hands on his shoulders. When will this end... I think. Suddenly, the door is forcefully pulled of it's hinges. I open my eyes and look up. It's Niyah and Rosalina, and the rest of the band members. I sigh gratefully. I see Len's "mirror image" Rin, which I'm convinced is just his twin, looking really worried. She runs in. "Is he okay?!" She asks me frantically. She looks at his face and gasps the most dramatic gasp ever. She cries his name. "Can you hear me?! Can you hear me?!" She shouts. I let go of one of his shoulders, and she grabs it. "Oh... this is terrible. Call a hospital... somebody!" She cries. Rosalina dials something, and tells Niyah to dial 911. At first Niyah is hesitant, but Rosalina nudges her and makes her call. The guys who kidnapped us look intimidated. The one we suppose is the ring leader tells everyone at the door that they were sorry they came. Before he could do anything to them, we already heard sirens. Niyah went outside to wait for the police. There were two police cars and an ambulance. The police got out of the cars, and Niyah told one what happened while the others went to arrest the kidnappers. "Come on, Len. An ambulance is here," Rin says softly. The police that is talking to Niyah sees Len walking out to the ambulance. "Poor kid," He says. We help Len into the ambulance, and he's laid on a cot. "Get in, all of you," The nurse on the ambulance says. We all crowd in, and Niyah gets in too after she's done talking to the police. "So the second time I see him in person, he's beat up," She says. I look at him. "He'll be okay... Right?" Someone asks the nurse. "Yes..." The nurse responds. "We can't have a band without him," Luka says. I yawn. It's really late. After a while of very small conversations, we get to the large hospital. As they open the back doors to the ambulance, Len opens his eyes. "Ow," He whispers, touching his black eye. "Len, do you remember anything?" I ask. "All I really know is that I got beat up... You were there... I think..." He says. I nod. "We're at the hospital now. They will take care of you here," I say. He nods. "Okay." I kiss his cheek, and they take him out of the ambulance. "Bye, Len!" We all chorus. He waves slightly. I see Rosalina's car, since she drove here. She's following a limo. The same one I saw the day we ordered my cake, and my birthday party. I can't help but wonder Did he see me and know? The band invites us to ride in their limo, and of course we accept. It wasn't the best 'Happily Ever After', but there is more meaning from where that came from.

Epilogue

The sun smiles down on us. It's warm and bright and beautiful. The band picked us up to go visit Len in the hospital. This is the last time we'll see him there. Today he's finally ours again. It's been a week since he was really badly beat up. We all excitedly speed walk to his room in the hospital. We get to the room, but the door is wide open, and Len isn't there. At first there is a lot of confusion and panic. "Um... Hello..." Someone says from behind us. We turn around "Len!!" We all cry. He looked a lot better each day when he was recovering. The swelling on his eye is isn't very noticable anymore, and there is just an almost invisible scar by his nose. He looks so close to perfect. Eveyone hugs him and all of that, since they are happy that he's back and feeling much better. Then he looks at me. He smiles, and gestures for me to come over. I walk to him. "How are you doing?" I ask quietly. I'm blushing again. Why do I always blush when I go near him? "Awesome," He replies. We all walk down the hall, and thank the hospital for taking care of Len. Before we can all reach the limo, we hear a bunch of screaming, and of course his name. He looks down and shakes his head. These girls quickly run up to him. "Oh my gosh, it's him!" One whispers. "Sign this!" Another girl cries, holding out a notebook. Everyone in the band starts laughing. Then the girls look at me. "Who's that? She's not in the band," One says stubbornly. "She's my girlfriend," Len smiles. My face suddenly feels really hot. Almost everyone in the band goes "Ooooh!" I blush a lot now. The girls look at me frowning. "Oh," One says. Another looks like she might cry or laugh or something. I think for a while, and let what just happened sink in. I'm his girlfriend?! Seriously? "Well, we need to go. Bye!" Len says to the girls, then smiles. We all go to the limo, and he says "They're just jealous," Then winks at me. I feel like I'm going to faint now. In the limo, the band members laugh, and say stuff to me like "You lucky kid!" and such. I'm laughing too, and blushing a lot. Niyah and I were allowed to hang out at the fancy hotel that the band was staying at. Finally, after what seemed like a really long time, Len finally got a private moment with me. We go up out on a balcony that was really high up. No crazy fangirls would see us here. We exchange phone numbers so we could keep in touch since they band is always travelling. We talk about last week at the concert and stuff. Then I think back before the concert. When I was desperate for him to be mine. I look at him, ignoring what he's saying. Then I lean over and press my lips against his. He makes a short, satisfied sound.

His face is like an illusion. So perfect. So innocent. So beautiful. I wished to get to him, and now I'm with him, and he's mine and I'm his. We can't ever be separated.

Bwa-ha-ha. If you actually read this, brofist, man. Isn't it epic?! If you didn't read the whole thing... You are really missing out. ... Do you think it's weird that I like Len...? ;-;

Well... I hope you enjoyed this action packed, romance filled fanfic. X3 Bai now!