囚人

いくつかの場所いくつかの時間では、で

Len Kagamine, age fourteen, is a Prisoner.

For what crime, he couldn't remember. How long he'd been there, he couldn't remember. It's not like you can blame him, though. When you're destined to die, you don't keep track of meaningless time. Well, he couldn't say time was meaningless. Time has actually been very powerful for him. It had managed to blur all his memories of his time before prison to the point to where he couldn't remember a time when he wasn't behind a wired fence, and wasn't stained in blood from being beaten by inmates or guards. Maybe he had never been free. He wouldn't know, he couldn't tell you.

Though he must have been there a long time. His blonde hair grew long after a long time -there was no way for him to cut it, either- and he was almost positive it had been short before he was taken to prison. The only way to keep it out of his dull blue eyes now was to wear it in a miniature ponytail at the back of his head.

Len sat in front of the wire fence, staring out beyond it. The fence seemed to go on forever, never ending. Maybe one day he would stand on the other side of the barb-wire fence. Maybe one day he could be free. The thought was quickly shot down in his mind. He would never get out of here. After all. He was supposed to be killed soon, there was no way around the horrible truth, and he knew that.

He ran a hand through his blonde bangs, getting a smudge of a warm red liquid on his forehead. He sighed. Well at least it's windy today, so the blood will dry soon, he thought to himself. It's easier to clean off if it's dry.

In the corner of his eye, Len saw something white move against the wind. He turned his head slightly and saw that the white was actually a dress. He raised an eyebrow. A dress. Girls wear dresses, or so he remembered. 'Eh? What would a girl be doing here?' he thought, still looking at the bottom of the pure white dress. 'There's separate prisons for males and females…maybe she's a visitor, or passing by.' He thought to himself. He saw the white dress had a cherry colored ribbon around the waist and the same colored scarf.

Completely looking up, Len saw who was wearing the dress. A girl who looked around fourteen. His age. The girl had soft porcelain skin and golden blonde hair that fell delicately onto her shoulders. Her eyes were just as blue and gloomy as his, yet they still held a precious flicker of light when they looked his way. Like an ocean. He didn't notice it, but his jaw was hanging open a bit, staring in awe at the girl.

The girl must have noticed him, because she turned and smiled in his direction.

1人の囚人は、兵舎を通じ女の子のために落ちた

Len felt his heart thud endlessly against his chest when she smiled warmly at him. He blinked his yellow eyelashes quickly, making sure his vision wasn't playing tricks on him. When he realized they weren't, his usually pale cheeks lightly fluttered into cherry. He tried to speak to her, say something to get her to stay, but he couldn't find the words. His mind had completely gone blank. Well, not completely blank. There was one word on his mind that continued to flash through his head as she continued to smile. 'Love.'

"Hello." The girls voice said. It sounded fairly weak, but also lovely and echoed.

胸が張り裂けるような胸が張り裂けるよう

Len gripped tightly on his chest to feel the beating of it. This feeling was new to him. He's almost positive he'd never felt it, even before prison. "Wh-wha…"

The girl giggled delicately at Len. He supposed she found it amusing that he had blushed. That was fine with him, he liked her laugh.

"Hi…" Len managed to choke out in a raspy voice.

She smiled warmly again. "It's nice to meet you." she said politely.

Len wished he could have smiled back, but he hasn't been able to smile in years. Is it possible to forget how to smile? It is in Len's case. After years of sorrow, the memory of smiling manages to fade away from you. Or so he had learned. He nodded to the girl. "You too." He attempted to smile.

The girl smiled again at him, and her entire being seemed to brighten as she did.

When she smiled like that, it made his heart both sink and flutter. Is it possible to do both? It reminded him that he can't smile the same way. But he also loved to see her smiling and happy, it made him feel the same way. "What are you doing here?" Len asked. What was a cute and innocent girl like her doing here anyway? "Passing by?" Curiosity made him ask.

"I'm visiting my dad."

Eh? He didn't know her dad was also a prisoner here. Guilt hit him like a dart. "Oh, sorry…" He felt guilty for bringing it up. Having your father in prison must be hard on her…being the one to remind her of it was what made him feel awful.

She looked confused, but didn't comment. "Mm…well, I better get going. Dad will be worried about me if I don't visit." She giggled and turned around.

In a desperate attempt to keep his heart beating quickly, Len called out to her. "W-Wait! Can I talk to you another time? I'd really like to." Pink brushed across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

"Of course. I'd really like to as well. I'll be back tomorrow, I promise." The girl speaks with a slight blush and runs off into the distance.

Len watches her until she's completely out of his sight, trying to keep the memory in his mind. He wasn't sure if this memory would eventually blur as all of his other precious memories have. He wasn't sure if she would come back tomorrow. He wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to stand outside the barracks with her.

But one thing he was sure of was that he had fallen in love with the girl in the white dress.