It's a little belated now, but just posting it before I forget.
It's my friend, Brella's, UTAU covering Sakamaki Reiji's character song, since I guess we cover Dialover songs like... idk, once a year. Kinda.
Anyway, this is my second real PV I've ever made and I'm pretty happy with how it turned out.
menelaus: my character gets something precious stolen from them by yours.
The town was graced with clear skies and mild weather, however, the contents of said town felt a bubbling. One of the most quiet and up kept southern-style homes was pegged with a terrible loss. The insides were thrashed about, every drawer within the house managed to find itself upside down. Lucky for the man of the house, the woman was out.
"I know that... that it must be here..." A pink haired male sighed as he dumped the last drawer out onto the rugs decorating the wooden floors. His hands swept through the papery contents, his gloves grazing and flipping over each blank side. "No, not there... Gh.."
His body folded over helplessly onto the mounds of paper. He gave up. Life was going to end soon, anyway. His sister would come home and see the mess, banish him to do chores as a Cinderfella until his fingers fell off or something equally horrible. It didn't matter anyway, his letter was gone and so was his pride and will to live. Yes, Remu was a little bit pessimistic to say the least.
Wait... His letter was gone. He sat up at once, several little papers clinging to his back as he managed to find footing and kick the pile of clutter. "That bitch... Of course there was another reason to her coming here..." His hands soothed his pulsing temples as he made way past the several mountains of papers consolidated as 'hoarding material' and out the door of his shared abode.
His pace hastened, muttering all the way across the street and down the sidewalk, ignoring the careless children that were probably playing a little too dangerously close to the street. Right now he really didn't care. He had a letter to get back from some venomous wench that had nothing better to do but collect black mail. His feet finally found rest when he climbed up the small porch stairs and found himself in front of a more rustic door. Curling his fist, Remu began to knock obnoxiously loud and quick, yelling through the wooden door.
"I know you've got it, I'm not going to stop pounding away until I get it back!" Remu stood, keeping an even pacing and continuing to yell in the general direction of the worn door. Finally, someone answered with a quick pull of the door, grabbing at Remu's furiously focused knocking hands and pulling him inside, and onto the dark floor within. A small, sharp breath left his mouth as he reached to rub his chin that made contact with the less than forgiving cherry wood. A piercing stiletto found it's way to Remu's back, forcing him to let out another groan. "You crazy--"
"You really are just too loud, aren't you? Ihi..." The mistress of this house found herself crooning over her victim, crossing her arms carelessly as she peered at him below. She jabbed her heel into him once more, just for precaution. "I don't know why you value a letter like that so much, it's quite old isn't it? But you still find a thing such as that embarrassing enough you had to come retrieve it from me?"
"It... It's sentimental," Remu breathed out, struggling to find something to work with against this demon. "Something someone like you would never understand, am I right Miss Blackmail Collector?"
"You undermine me? Ah well, I can't suppose that's new, however... You allowed this to become blackmail. I don't always just pick something up with an intent. Maybe I was just nosey and planned to actually reunite you with it?" Karen let out a light giggle into the atmosphere, shrugging as she removed her foot out of Remu's back. "But you had to go and make it interesting with your barrage... Mmm. I suppose you can have this article back."
The woman let a small envelope escape her pockets and flutter down into Remu's sprawl, which he eagerly collected and found himself scattering to make dominance. He rolled, and stood promptly up to intimidate the shorter girl.
"The kindness from you is definitely tainted," He spat, tucking the valuable into one of his closest pockets. Remu's eyes scanned Karen, who just stood with her weight on one foot, giving a look of modesty, or innocence.
"Oh, I'm not heartless. I just hide that well, you know. I'm really sorry you never got to give that to her, honestly." The blonde made way back to the door, and opened it. A small, sincere smile spread upon her lips. "Have a good day, Remu. And do practice a little more polite way of knocking on my door."
