I DO NOT OWN VOCALOID!

A very short and simple story about Haku and Dell.

I apologize if this is not so great and if there are any grammatical errors.

Please enjoy!

Warning: Use of alcohol and drugs and slight hints of depression through the story.

If disappointment had a taste, it would probably be close to smoke and alcohol all in one gulp.

Though she hated the taste of smoke on her tongue when she managed to steal one cigarette.

And he hated the smell of alcohol that would fill up the room when it was split all over the ground.

In this tiny house they call a home, disappointment was their daily life.

He hated it when she drunk. The taste of alcohol was too bitter for him and the smell of it was just enough to make his eyes water. He found no sweetness in it as she had insisted so many times as she stumbled after him. The way she moved was like a baby deer trying to get a feel for its legs as she would grin at him. Through her drunken haze she would eventually find him and cling onto him.

"They said...They said no..."

She hated it when he smoked. The gray fog that slowly traveled from his room to the entirety of the house as he threw cigarette after cigarette into the ash tray by his laptop. She couldn't handle the heaviness in her lungs with each breath of smoke and found it hard to believe the mist gave any form of comfort like he had found. He would hold his cigarette in shaking fingers as he forced himself to stop crying. The pressures and stress of everything he forced himself to swallow in, along with another drag of smoke into his mouth.

"They said no..."

Smoke and alcohol were the only ways of comfort.

The burning and heavy feeling made them feel alive.

But...

Even as she sloppily drowned herself in booze and threw bottle after bottle on the ground as she finally screamed. There was no way to stop the rage of emotions that she had not succeeded in her dreams. To sing and to perform like the others.

Even as he struggled to breath in clean air at his job and twitched to grab a cigarette when he could. He couldn't stop the rage of emotions of running away from what he was created to do and how everyone looked at him in disappointment. He was not like the others, and he knew he could ever be.

She would never give up, he would never try.

Both their paths were different, but the way of coping was all the same.

Smoke and alcohol were their companions, but...

Even when she cried and cried, he was always there to help her up from the floor. He was the one who tucked her into that tiny bed of theirs and hugged her close with her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt tightly as he sang to her until she fell asleep.

Even when he began to throw papers and threatened to burn something, she was there with her arms around him. Her voice quiet, but soft that made him stop his rampage and remember that she was there for him. She was the one who helped him to bed and held his hand and sang to him until he fell asleep.

Smoke and alcohol were there friends, but...

Haku had Dell and Dell had Haku.

With them both together, even for just a moment, they didn't need anything else.

But each other.

Again very short, but I hope you enjoyed!