Darkness falls together. (Haikucy WIP)

Lucy stared at the mirror in the dark. It's reflective surface mocked her. She did not know why she felt irritated by it, but that was the truth. Maybe little Lucy was mad at how she felt inside? How loneliness plunged a dagger in her heart, perhaps? In truth, Lucy had never been in a relationship besides the ones that she had in her head, but she felt a mighty need for one. Maybe. To an outsider, the idea of an eight-year-old wanting love might have seemed ridiculous. Then again, Lucy was unlike most children her age. Though Lucy tried to suppress her innermost child, the end result of her Gothic interest and young age was a misshapen mix of adult thoughts with childish feelings.

Lucy hated it. She felt... Ruined. That's the word. Ruined. Lucy was an ancient castle, a tower, a scorched meadow and the moon. All ruined. She felt that the world had planted the seed of darkness and despair too soon in her young mind. Lucy pressed a hand against the mirror. She hated how she felt. A "normal" eight years old shouldn't be having thoughts like this. But... Lucy wasn't normal. This was her fault. She embraced the darkness. Oh well. Her inner turmoil was not something she liked thinking about. So Lucy flipped the light in her head to what happened today. After school, Lori had driven Lucy to a poetry meet-up, and surprise surprise, Haiku was there.

Haiku.

Lucy got along with Haiku greatly. The first time Lucy ever went to a poetry reading, Haiku was surprisingly friendly to the youngest goth there. Lucy sat alone, the sea of older people crashing against her. Then a lighthouse on the shore that was the stage. Haiku. She cleared her throat with a small cough and began. Her voice cleared the room of noise. Haiku started to read her poem that she brought. It... It was different. When most people read at these meetings, the poems that they made were mostly thinly veiled grievances about their life. Haiku's was about the future, how she wanted to find love, how she wished for happiness in this bleak world, that the words she was reading weren't just a simple poem, but a desperate cry for help to save her from this bleak death of existence. Lucy thought it was beautiful and when Haiku had left the stage for the next angsty teen, Lucy had to speak with her.

When Lucy had approached Haiku, she noticed that the older goth was also alone. Lucy sat in halted silence for a moment, before approaching Haiku. "H-Hello? Are you Haiku?" Lucy was trembling, but when Haiku put her book down and sneaked a glance at Lucy, an inner calm washed over her. Haiku spook abruptly. "I am the one they named Haiku, yes." She peered close to Lucy. "If you don't mind me asking, aren't you a little young?" Lucy supposed so. She could not recall the first time a dark light had sparked in her, but she felt that this was her calling. Haiku waved it off. "I'm not much to judge, myself. Compared to everybody else here, I'm nothing but a mayfly. Say, what is your name? I haven't seen you around, are you new?" Lucy mentally picked up the words. "M-My name is Lucy... I'm new, I saw a flyer and came after school. I... I really liked your poem, it was beautiful." This got a smile out of Haiku. "Thank you, Lucy. That means a lot. My poetry comes from the heart. Do you write?" Lucy was taken back. She thought for a second, then reached into her school backpack and pulled out a few crumpled papers. "I know they're not that good..." Haiku shifted through the papers, reading and examining the younger girl's poetry. Haiku spoke abruptly. "I like it, Lucy. If you work on, you could get really good at this. You have the workings of a poet." Haiku gave a friendly smile, it's warmth reaching Lucy. "If you want, we could write together."

Lucy thought to herself for a second and smiled. "I would like that."

The Lucy in the present, however, was anything but happy. The memory of first meeting Haiku was teasing her. Testing her patience. Lucy's inner fury grew. Her clenched fist drew away from the mirror and started winding back. The mirror was a symbol of what Lucy wanted, what she couldn't have. She was about to strike the mirror when her door opened. "Luce, you in here?" It was just Lynn. Lucy let out an audible sigh. "Yes, sister. I'm just in here, contemplating my existence. How was your day?" Lynn shut the door and gave Lucy a cocky grin. "Try-outs for school were today! I aced them, as usual." Lynn jumped and landed on her bed with a THUMP. "Well anyway Spooky, I'm beat. I'm gonna hit the hay, so whatever you're doing, be quiet." Lucy turned to Lynn. "Actually, I was just going to bed myself." Lynn turned over, her back facing Lucy. "Yeah yeah, whatever, Luce. Just keep it down. Gotta recharge." Lucy grunted a response and sat on her bed. She was exhausted from the day and sleep sounded good right now. Lucy snuggled up on her bed and pulled up the blanket to cover herself. As she drifted to sleep, Lucy thought of Haiku's smile. Lucy gave a weak laugh as she closed her eyes. She knew what she wanted.

The next morning, Lucy woke up to the sound of yelling and something breaking. With a sigh, she sat up in her bed and rubbed her eyes. Putting on her morning clothing, she peeked outside her door to see the twins fighting about something. Lucy stepped into the hallway and started walking to the bathroom. Her mind drifted to last night and her almost confrontation with her mirror. Lucy thought she was so... Ugly. Her life, her "sisters," herself. Ugly. But when she was around Haiku, nothing mattered. Haiku made her feel like the sun, a beautiful thing. Haiku cared, Haiku was like Lucy. With Lucy so deep in thought, she didn't notice Lori standing in line for the bathroom. As Lucy crashed into Lori, she could only think of one truth, a truth Lucy had known for a long time, a truth that, while not know to others, it was held in Lucy's dark little heart.

'I want to be Haiku's lover.'

Lucy smashed into Lori, her head banging against Lori's thigh. Fortune favored Lori, her weight and height far outclassing Lucy's smaller stature. While Lori just stumbled slightly forward, Lucy tripped and fell to the ground. Lori let out a swear and put her phone down to look at Lucy. "Ugh, twerp. Why don't you look where you're going? I could have dropped my phone." Lucy stood up abruptly and brushed herself off. With a sigh and gritted teeth, Lucy uttered out breathlessly, "Maybe if you weren't texting all the time, you would look where you're standing, Lori." Lori was about to go off on Lucy when the bathroom door opened as Luna stepped out. Lucy rushed past Lori and slammed the door shut. Angry shouting and banging ensued, but after a small time, Lucy was finally alone. The bathroom was the most private place in the house besides Lucy's own secret dark places, but she was running out of those. Almost like clockwork, Lucy faced the mirror. Oh, how she despised mirrors. Lucy remembered a quote from a novel she was in the process of reading. "Mirrors are good for rituals, summoning, and remembering. Bad for vampires and people that hate themselves." How Lucy wish she was the former instead of the latter.

Lucy wished she was a lot of things. But then again, so did everybody else. Lucy sighed and turned on the sink. Running her hands under the water and rubbing her face, Lucy sighed. She sighed a lot, didn't she? It calmed her down. It was an audio reminder to the world of her sorrow, and something about that put a stillness in Lucy, at least for a while. Lucy knew, however, that the only thing that could stop her was the one thing she didn't have. She was so close to Haiku, yet so far. Lucy looked up from the sink, only to see Haiku standing behind her. Lucy was now very awake. She spun around to face Haiku, but lost her balance and fell to the ground. Lucy couldn't tell if she was feeling surprised or just sheer panic. Neither, actually. All she could feel was sheer blind panic as if she did something wrong. Lucy wasn't prepared for Haiku at all. Lucy's eyes were closed as she backed into the bathroom wall. The cool surface calmed the heat that her sweaty back was giving her. Lucy didn't want to open her eyes, but she knew she had to, but when Lucy opened her eyes, there was nothing. Haiku wasn't there. She wasn't real, at least not right now. Lucy took a deep breath and stood up. Was she going crazy? No. No, Lucy knew she was crazy. She knew she went insane ever since she met Haiku. She was... obsessed.

She was completely and madly obsessed with Haiku. Lucy exited the bathroom, which as followed by a "thankssisyou'rethebest" from Lynn. Lucy went to her room and started the crawl into the vents. She needed time to think. Time to relax. Lucy finally reached her station in the vents. However, this time Lucy brought a small pillow and a blanket. Lucy didn't want to write poetry or do much of anything on a lazy Saturday. She just wanted to sleep alone. Well, actually, she wanted to sleep with Haiku, to feel her warmth and have her pet Lucy's hair. She wanted Haiku to love her, but it didn't look like that was happening. So she dreamt of Haiku. Lucy didn't dream. But sometimes, when she slept, she had memories play back to her. They came in firsts. Her first time walking. The first time she had seen the twins, the first time she felt like she was "big sister" to them. The first time she wrote a poem. Lucy liked firsts. Like the memory of the first time she had read at the coffee store group get together. Her mind skipped over the beginning like a broken record and focused on getting there and saying hello to Haiku and sitting with her. Beginnings and ends.

Such it was. This was a... favorite memory of Lucy's. Every vivid detail caressed her sleeping mind. The scent of coffee and cheap junk food, the drone of multiple people speaking at once, and of course, Haiku. All Haiku had to do was stand there and Lucy would be overwhelmed. The scent of her perfume, her elegant pointed face, her voice, soft yet firm. And her touch. Lucy recalled that day perfectly. She was... Scared? Excited? Something, but that something prevented Lucy from reading on the mic. "Why? Lucy, I'm sure people here will love the way you wax poetics." Haiku was trying to convince her to read. "B-But what if no one likes them?" Lucy was sure people would hate her poetry. Her siblings all did, so what would a random group of strangers care? Haiku looked deep in thought for a second, before tapping Lucy's shoulder. "Lucy, would you like if it if I came up with you? I'll hold your hand, would that make you feel better?" Lucy stammered. Something about the prospect of holding Haiku's hand was alluring. "I... I-I would like that!" Haiku grasped Lucy's hand with a bit of force. "Come with me, then!" Lucy wasn't too keen on her feelings for Haiku then, but... Lucy knew that she liked Haiku. As a friend, but maybe something more? Lucy knew this much, for sure. Haiku was a friend. Haiku was nice to her, talked to her, wrote with her... Haiku was more of a sister than Lynn or anyone else was to Lucy. While she loved Lynn, Haiku was so much... More, in a way.

Haiku walked Lucy onto the stage. There wasn't much of a crowd that night, but the people that were there made Lucy sweat. She stuttered into the mic before Haiku squeezed her hand. Something in her head clicked. "Good evening, everyone. My name is Lucy Loud, and today I brought some poetry I wrote." Haiku's vice-like grip tightened. "It might not be the best, but I hope you like it." Lucy started reporting her written sorrow to the small cluster of people. She sang of fighting with inner demons, struggling to become something better. She fit words together like a normal child her age would put a puzzle in place. The world seemed to melt, the only thing that kept Lucy from joining the sludge was her connection with Haiku, with her fingers linked with the gloves that Haiku was wearing, nothing could hurt her. Lucy went down the list of painted words, but before long there was nothing left on the page. Lucy felt herself return to Earth gracefully in Haiku's arms. She gave a small bow and left the stage with Haiku still clutching her hand.

When the two goths returned to their tables, Haiku gave an uncharacteristic squeal and hugged Lucy. "Lucy, that was amazing! I'm so proud of you, I knew you could do it." Haiku's words fell on deaf ears, however. Lucy was lost in her own little world, an astral field with stars and an inky black sky, with Haiku hugging her being the only thing Lucy could feel. She held her hand. She hugged her. It was tiny, friendly contact, but God did Lucy love it. Craved it, even. Haiku let go of Lucy and brushed herself off slightly. "Ahem. Sorry about that, Lucy. I'm just, very happy that you shared your poetry with the world." Lucy gave a shy smile and eased up a little. "It's okay, Haiku. I couldn't have done it without you."

And so it was. That was the first time Lucy had read her own work to others outside of her family. The memory was starting to fade, Lori had picked her up soon afterward, and Lucy didn't much care for Lori bickering about her day. If there was anything she could say, it was liberating to get a poetic release. Her family never had much to say about her interest in waxing poetics, but hey, that didn't much matter anymore. Not when she had Haiku. Then again, nothing mattered when she had Haiku. In the present, the sleeping Lucy tossed and turned, basking in the sun that was her memories. Wait a minute, something was changing. Something was different. The dream was shifting and becoming something new, fragments twisting into a new path, one cooked up in Lucy's own mindscape. Lori was late, or she never came at all or something. Haiku was dragging Lucy by her hand to a closet or some other dark, out of the way space. All that mattered is that they were alone, and Haiku was quickly undressing.

Wait, what? Lucy backed into the closet's wall. Rubbing her eyes, Haiku's underwear-clad form was still in front of her. "Haiku," Lucy was incredibly nervous about this. "we shouldn't be doing this here." The dream-Haiku gave a small grin, the edges appearing jagged and torn at the end of her mouth. "I thought you wanted this, Lucy." Haiku put a hand on Lucy's chest and looked deep into her eyes. "I thought you wanted me." Oh, Lucy wanted this. Badly, desperately. She wanted to just rip off her dress and join Haiku, but something was off. Lucy put a hand up towards the wall for support but pulled out when the wall started melting at her touch. Lucy instead reached out and Haiku's free hand met hers. "I-I do want this! I want to be yours, Haiku! I just... we can't do this here." And with that, the room faded to black before relighting. Lucy took a moment to look around. This was her and Lynn's bedroom.

This little act of the mind instantly made Lucy calmer, or, at least less like a frightened animal trapped in a cage. She barely registered Haiku slipping her hand under her dress. Haiku snaked her fingers around Lucy's thigh, rubbing up and down and lightly tickling what laid within. Leaned in and placed her lips onto Lucy's, they sat there for a moment. Lucy was greatly enjoying the taste of Haiku's lips and the gentle caress of her fingers when she gave out a small giggle in between kisses. She was beside herself in her sheer delight, how long had she waited for this? Even though she knew this was a dream, the line was getting blurrier every second. It sure felt real. The feeling of pressing her lips against Haiku's, it was real. It had to be, right? Lucy knew that this whole thing was crazy, but who cares? She pushed out any doubt she had before and started rubbing against Haiku furiously. This was right. Every time Lucy ground her crotch against Haiku, a feeling that could only be described as being shocked ran through her. Between kisses, she gave short moans and whispers of Haiku's name. After a few prolonged moments of tongue-locking inside of each other's mouth, Haiku gently placed her hand on Lucy's chest and pushed her down.

 Haiku was now bearing down on the smaller part of the duo, and she used the strength and size of being older to her advantage. Grabbing Lucy's left arm, Haiku used the grip to gain even move of advantage. Her other hand, with the reflex of a sinful serpent used its slender pale fingers to slither into Lucy's most secret dark place. Giving a sharp and quick "Ah~!", Lucy started instinctively moving against Haiku's fingers. Satisfied in her handiwork, Haiku focused on Lucy's bare, exposed neck. Quickly ducking in, she started planting soft and gently wet kisses up and down the nape of her neck while giving decisive and slow licks occasionally. Lucy, on the other hand, was reaching what she presumed was an orgasm. The finger two-step and the waltz of kisses and tongue drag were too much for her body to handle. "H-Haiku," Lucy started to say in the middle of her panting, "I think it's coming!" Upon hearing this, Haiku pulled back both her head and hand. "Oh, Lucy... I don't think you realize. I'm not giving you that kind of release..." Opening with a malicious grin that may or may not have had way too many teeth, Haiku gave a harsh laugh and once again grabbed Lucy's arm with much more strength this time. "W-wait, what are you-" Lucy was unable to finish her sentence as Haiku pounced at the now quivering form of Lucy. Placing her flat palm on Lucy's shoulder and pinning down her right are, Haiku once again gave a sharp and twisted chuckle. "You're at my mercy now, little one. Whatever should I do with you...?"

Lucy was now struggling, hard. Thrusting and shaking, she tried all she could to escape Haiku's seemingly growing strength. It then hit her. Fear. This was one of the few times that she had felt actually, genuine fear in her short existence. As Haiku looked deep in thought for a moment, Lucy found the courage to spit out some feeble words. "Haiku, please don't hurt me..." This set the aggressor off. "Hurt you? I  thought you wanted this? You want me to hurt you, then fine! Have it your way!" It took a mere second and Haiku was now on top of Lucy. Hip to hip, chest to chest, sliding the hand on her shoulder around Lucy's throat and the other squeezing the smaller goth's wrist. She wasn't quite choking Lucy, but it was more along the lines of a "restrained hold". "I want you to stay still, or this will hurt a lot more, Lucy~!" And with that, Haiku's mouth was now once again on Lucy's throat but now there was much more force in the mouth movements.  Lucy's struggling was now much more frantic and panicky. "S-stop! Please!" Desperately wiggling, she was trying to find any way out of the hold Haiku had on her when she felt a sudden, intense and sharp pain in her neck. Haiku had bitten her, and there was blood. Scarlet, milky blood was slowly draining out of a tiny bite mark on the side of her neck. This was enough for Lucy to slap Haiku off of her in a fit of sheer panic. Holding her neck, the blood seeping between her fingers, Lucy pointed at the now fearsome looking Haiku. "Why?" And there it was again, the same grin with too many teeth only this time split ear from to ear and with two large, sharp fangs. Tilting her head, Haiku let out a sound that was a mix between a gurgle and a demonic chuckle. "Why? Oh, my poor, sweet little Lucy. Because you let me. You'd let me do whatever I wanted to you, all so you can have my love." Lucy let out a gasp as Haiku moved quicker than light. Her gloved hands were around Lucy's throat, in a real choke this time. "And now you have it!"

Lucy awoke with a start. Banging her head against the vent, she muttered out "Oof! Sigh..." She checked the time on the little clock she had on top of her stacks of poetry. "I've been asleep for four hours. I wonder if anyone searched for me." Packing up her blanket and pillow, Lucy crawled through the vents once again to return to her room. After a few moments of crawling and occasionally stopping to listen to siblings talk, she finally arrived at hers and Lynn's room. Popping down and hitting the floor with a dull *THUD!*; Lucy remade her bed and laid down in it. There were a few shallow knocks at her door a second later. "Luce, you alright in there?" Oh. Just Lynn. "I'm fine, sister. I just need a few moments to myself to think." A pregnant and almost awkward pause took place before Lynn spook up again. "Uh, okay spooky. And hey, Lori's looking for you." Sigh. "Noted. Thank you Lynn." There was no reply. And now, Lucy was alone with her thoughts. She was almost considering talking to Lori, when a reminder hit her. Today was a poetry meet up.