(Len Kagamine x Reader)
Note: This chapter will be described from Len's point of view, in third person since I felt that it would be a nice twist to do a chapter from his point of view.
Prince Len Kagamine sounded a rather grand title: He was heir to one of the wealthiest kingdoms in the country, with servants at his every beck and call, and every lay and girl of some sort of nobility vying for him to marry them- and as the son in the family, Len got to pick whichever female he wanted for a future bride. The future bride would live with them for several years, and then they would wed.
Ha! Mere luxury in life was not the case for Len Kagamine. Perhaps he had a twin sister by the name of Rin, but he had almost the entire weight of responsibility placed on his shoulders- he was the son in the family after all, and at fifteen years old there wasn't much time until he would inherit the throne at eighteen years of age, so he needed to be properly taught the responsibilities of what he would do as a king. He wasn't hounded on but barely got time to cram in everything he wanted to do. Besides, he never liked any of the females who wanted his hand in marriage.
Yes, they were rich. Yes, he could pick whichever female he wanted for a bride and not have to worry about decision making. And yes, at times some of those female suitors were beautiful to behold. Alas, beauty was and still is merely skin deep, and that was a trait he found in many of the suitors. It didn't matter what their names were, but they were all there just to find a handsome prince for his crown and fortune, not really his love. He was criticized (And perhaps rightfully so, for some readers) about being too picky, but this was just one thing that Len was unable to shake from his mind.
He was currently sitting alongside the beach on a smooth black rock against the grainy, golden sand. Wind tossed tendrils of sand into his unassuming eyes, but beyond a thin layer of sand in his eyes was a beautiful sunset that never failed to impress him, a magnificent symphony of bright hues: Rich purple, bold pinks, subtle softening blues and periwinkles, coupled with streaks of ruby red and orange mingled within the sky's painting. Len often liked looking at the sky, not painting but merely observation. This was the time he felt truly at peace with all of his royal duties.
The glossy, deep blue water beckoned towards him, inviting him into its cold bliss. Smiling, Len slipped off his leather boots and allowed them to fall from his loose grasp and onto the sand. With his smile turning to a grin, Len dashed towards the water as puddles of salty liquid erupting around his bare feet. He scoured the beach for somewhere to sit as he waded into the water, and finally found another rock where he could dangle his feet in the currently shallow water.
Ahead of him, there was a splash of movement, and Len leaned forward towards the noise. He could have sworn that he had caught a glimpse of a tail, a fishtail. And it seemed like no ordinary fish tail- no, this one was much bigger, slimmer, and he might have caught a glimpse of the color (f/c) mingled with it. Curious, Len hopped away from the safety of his rock and waded further into the water towards the tail, which was much farther in the sinking horizon than he had expected a tail to be. He was so close to the tail... so... desperately... close...
But before Len could investigate any further, he toppled forwards into the water. Panicking at the familiar, stinging feeling of water in his nose and mouth, he kicked his arms an legs around violently before sitting up once again, coughing for air. Water burned within his lungs as his throat quickly became rather scratchy, allowing Len to regain memories of the night before: Jumping off the boat and plunging into the icy, dark depths of ocean water, how it blocked his line of breath and how he couldn't move, he was paralyzed as he sank further and further into the depths of the ocean.
But the memory didn't affect him negatively for some reason. That was all just something he had done in order to save the lives in front of him- after all, he was the sort to genuinely care for the lives he held within his hand, although Len wouldn't think of making his hand into a fist in order to squeeze everything out of the populace. As he edged closer to the water, he saw a head burst up from the water, the head of a girl.
She surfaced partway, up to her chest, and tilted her head upward as she placed her elbows on a rock and rested her chin against her fists. Still in that position, she began to sing, and it was unlike any other singing Len had ever heard. This girl's voice was like the wind chimes: Crystal clear, with words he was unable to understand but beatiful all the same. Each note vibrated with such soft resonation that Len felt his heart beating in sync with the girl's voice.
Then, she saw him.
Huge entreating (e/c) eyes widened and she started to shy away, but Len called out, "Wait! Don't go yet!" She stopped halfway through the water, face hidden by a curtain of (h/c) hair cascading against her neck. She didn't leave the water though, so perhaps she was swimming for a while. The prince swam a bit closer, practically stretching on his feet to look the swimming girl in the eye properly.
"Miss... What might your name be?" Len asked.
"(Y/n)... My name is (Y/n)," you said.
"That's a nice name," he said. Taking a moment to consider, the girl replied with a slight bow of her head and a "thank you".
"You also have a lovely voice," he added.
"Thank you," the girl said. You closed your mouth shut after that, fearing that you would let loose something humiliating or he might betray you, so you remained silent as Len placed his hand on the same rock as yours. You sucked in your breath involuntarily, hoping that neither of you would accidentally bump hands.
"Sorry," Len said, "I'm just not a very good swimmer and I need some balance- if you want to know exactly why, it's because of what happened only a few days ago."
"Oh?" you inquired, faking curiosity. Of course, being the one who rescued him, you of course would know what had happened and you did know.
"A few nights ago, I was on a boat for my fifteenth birthday. Then- Well, I don't know what exactly happened but there somehow was a fire, and there weren't enough boats for everyone. So I jumped off the ship in order for someone else to take my place. It may sound foolish to you, but I wanted to make sure that the people in this place want me as a future ruler."
"Y-you- You're a prince?" you said, feigning surprise.
"Yes, but not really a fact I want to take pride in. Mainly because as the future king and son, I have to pick a wife and I never like any of the girls asking for my hand. Usually they're quite shallow. Perhaps they may be smart, perhaps they may be beautiful, perhaps they may even be nice people. However, I never have found one female who truly has feelings for me- they're all just filled with lust or wish to have power and riches." Power? Riches? Those things flew away from your mind as you nodded.
"It must be hard to find someone who truly loves you, being a prince?"
"I have never really found a female from a neighboring kingdom who loves me as a person. However, being the prince, this gives me a sure advantage because I actually get to choose my future bride- meaning that if I do find a girl who loves me as a person, then I get to have her as my bride. Sadly, I haven't found her yet, I'm not even sure if there's a girl who doesn't want the crown at all."
"Why don't you just not get married? Then you would never have to put up with these girls."
"Because Father wants me to carry on the royal lineage for the Kagamine family and I have to put up with his yakking..." Shaking his head, the boy said, "And I try to be a better person daily. I try to get involved with politics so I am a fair king and so that I will not be ignorant. When walking the street, I try to treat the people kindly. I even help old ladies across the street- Anything just to get them to recognize the fact that I'm trying so hard to be a better person!" he said. "But all they just see is a pretty boy with lots of money."
"Well, don't blame yourself," you said. "I for one may not be of the same status as you, but that doesn't mean that I've never been in the same situation. Sometimes there are people who want to be friends with me only because of my beautiful older sisters or because I can sing a few high notes and not because they like me as a person. I happens with pretty much everyone. Even commoners."
Len smiled and you felt a sudden urge to return the gesture.
"I'm glad that there are other people out there who I can relate to, including you." A small spark of flattery burst within you and you didn't bother putting out the flame that could soon turn into pride.
"It's quite strange," he said. "It's weird. I don't remember anything from that time when I almost died, but for some reason you seem really familiar. Like you were there."
"Um..." you said, trying to come up with an excuse.
"I know that someone saved me, but I don't remember seeing anyone like you on the boat that night." Your pride began to shift into uneasiness. True, Len seemed like a kindhearted boy, but how would he react once he found out you were a mermaid? Perhaps he might even... no, the ideas were much too disturbing. Then again, you started to worry. Perhaps he wouldn't do anything to you, but what about your sisters? Luka and Lily and Gumi, they would all be in danger! And it would be your fault to have the idea to be so daring and talk to a human of all sorts.
"I have to go..." you mumbled, shoving past him and slipping into the water once again.
"Wait!" You could hear Len's garbled cries of confusion and dismay above, so distorted by the bubbles rushing past your ears. "(Y/n)! Wait! I-" You didn't get to hear the rest of his sentence because you had finally gotten deep enough into the ocean for him to find you. You had to keep your secret locked up tight before you could contemplate what had happened so recently.
Finally, you reached the underwater palace. Seaweed drifted about lazily, gently stretching out their thin green leaves against the tug of the ocean's current. Bright schools of fish rushed past in all sorts of colors, bright anemone sprouted up around the sandy ocean floor and coated it. Jellyfish floated around in the water, gently pulsing against its current. You inhaled a gulp of water, starting to wonder. Had any of your sisters found out?
No. They couldn't have. They were all busy because they had to leave with your mother and grandmother to sign some contract with... who again? You vaguely remembered Lily's words from that morning, something about the sea- which you found rather idiotic in most aspects, after all you lived in the sea! But then finally you managed to get a good grasp on Lily's actual words.
"We have to visit the sea witch. She's the only one who can help with the cure for the sickness and we need to bring her something in exchange for a curing potion."
The sea witch! Drifting into the palace, you brightened up. The sea witch was the one who could give you legs! But... you needed to talk more to Len to see if he truly was the good person he claimed he was trying to be. You wanted to get to know him better before risking your life to see him. But... but he was so kind and sweet... he helped old ladies.... he... he-
Len's words floated around in your head, dispersing quickly as they came as you blinked in confusion. Did you love Len? This was only your second meeting! This made no sense at all! Yes, there was love at first sight, but love was a thing that came gradually! Then again, he really was quite sweet to you. Perhaps you would return tomorrow, and a few more times before making your final decision. Yes, that would be it!
He reached out a hand in a futile attempt the grab you by the arm, but it was too late. You had already slipped underneath the water and Len was left in the ocean, standing almost up to his chin as he had let his grip up from the rock he used for support. Now the ocean no longer brought pleasure to him. Instead, it felt uncomfortable: Too light, too wet. Len trudged back to shore, clothes plastered to his skin and usually wild blonde hair now lying limp against his forehead. His parents would chide him for not being responsible enough, but now he didn't care about responsibility. Pulling the boots onto his sandy feet, Len wondered where he went wrong.
He had tried to be polite to (Y/n), she seemed nice and had a lovely voice! Then came the topic of his rescue and she had quickly dashed away. What had happened? Perhaps he would see her again tomorrow, and this time around he would bring a gift to make up to her! After all, she might love swimming so there was a chance they would meet again? But what to bring?
Len shoved his cold and wet hands into the cold and wet pockets of his pants. He would have to think of this tomorrow. But before he strode into the outer edges of the city, Len had the idea.
And with that, two voices filled with hope and longing said in sync, "Tomorrow."