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The golden haired male gently strode through the forest, his eyes looking up as he looked into the sky to the right, then the left. "...Oh, woops…" The man in his late teens let out, his feet coming to a stop. "This is the park, still, isn't it? Now… where did she get to…" The male wondered aloud, looking to the right and left. Ah well… she'll show up when she's good and ready…
With that settled, Kagamine Len began to wander through the woods. He did not rightly know where it was exactly that he was going, but he knew that he should be able to handle anything in here. "Hmm…? Is someone… there…?" The young male asked, his gaze turning up as his eyelids closed rapidly over his sapphire irises. He was wearing his casual clothes, for once. Of course, he still had Deathrender at his hip, showing that he was a warrior, but he also had on his dog tags that proved he was a member of the Yayjuu.
He was not worried about possibly upsetting one of the inhabitants of this small amount of park… but he did wonder what that peculiar presence was...
Hayato paced back an forth between the trees in the forest. He was wearing his traditional attire, black shirt, jeans, yellow sneakers, and yellow-orange vest. He looked sincerely troubled. If people had watched TV in the last few months they would have been aware of the former top boxer's rise to Idol status. It all had to do with his televised growth a few months prior. During his battle with his inner demons he found his true power, and because it was during a televised event many in the city were aware of this. The event in question was an Ice Skating competition, much like those reality TV shows were stars battle it out to see who is the best. Oddly enough his new found powers related fairly well to the event, and actually proved very useful for a performer.
His troubles were related to a performance he was having in the park. This was a great place for such performances. It had wide open spaces where people could gather and see the show, it had a central location, and damage could be minimized if things where wrong. The person he was performing with had suddenly canceled. Todays performance had been scheduled as a pseudo-battle set to music. How was he supposed to do that by himself, he was good but not that good!
He paced around as he said to himself "The area is set and people will start gathering soon. If I cant find someone else to do the show with me I dont know what I will do!" He the held his head as he groaned and fell on his knees. "If there is a God out there! Please! Send me a sign! Or more specifically someone!" He yelled out.
Perhaps unfortunately in this situation, Len was, as ever, completely detached from mainstream news. Those which held his attention were ,and likely always would be, his own interests. While he occasionally caught bits of mainstream content, they were rare and far apart. He did not get in much contact with his other coworkers about their individual passions, so there was not much ability for him to gain information from them either. And as for his home life…
Well, cats weren't very intuitive about the internet.
Therefore, it was impossible for him to have any knowledge about the young man who he encountered within the park on this day.
"… Well, I'm not going to say that I'm specifically someone." Len stopped, though his voice had carried far behind him to the man standing on the stage. No one else could hear him; but the manipulation of sound was good enough. "Just call out the young man with the golden hair and ask if he's a coward… and if that's why he was stalking around the crowd instead of getting on the stage."
Len did not know what apparently he was signing up for, but it was pretty apparent that this guy had been stood up for some kind of show. Len figured that he would at least see what it was all about, after all he was waiting for someone anyway. Len's tone was fairly gentle. He was not against helping out someone in a pinch, and by far the man's emotional state as he said those words was the most… distressed thing in this park as of this moment.
Hayato got up from the ground as he heard a man's voice around him. It didnt seem like other people could hear it. Was it really God! Did he finally intercede when Hayato needed it!?! Upon further inspection he realized it was just someone manipulated sound around him. Darn it, no divine intervention this time! Then again who would really qualify as a god these days where spirits and other beings abound to the knowledge of the global population.
Hayato looked around through the wooded area of the cordoned off section of the forest. On the other side, near the main stage he saw the golden haired boy that he assumed spoke to him. He ran over to the main stage and grabbed the microphone that was there. He turned it on, the classic feedback noise buzzing as he pointed at the golden haired boy.
"You there! Small teen with golden hair! Why are you just skulking around the stage! If you want to join so bad why dont you just get up here and join me for the main attraction!" The loud speakers blasted the announcement through the park. Slowly more and more people started to congregate around the cordoned off area, where they could safely watch the show. People started to mumble to each other, they werent sure if this was part of the show or not. Whether the show had begins.
They circled around the golden haired boy, taking pictures and videos to see and capture how he would react to being called out by Hayato. He was kind to his fans but he had never called someone out like this. They started to cheer the boy to get on the stage.
"Come on get up here! Or are you chicken!" Hayato said this only because the boy himself told him to do this, he dint feel too good about it though, it wasnt his style to call someone something like that. But if it was what would get the show on the road he would do it!