Child of Green [Male!ReaderxLen]

_{You are a princess, I am a servant.}

“Len!” The familiar voice of a certain blonde cried. Trained like a dog willing to meet his master’s demands, the young man being beckoned to turn towards his sister, a smile softly lighting up his features.

“Yes, M’lady? How can I be of assistance?” His smooth voice cooed, making the princess smile brightly.

“Could you fetch me a dagger from town?” She inquired boldly, sounding as spoiled as ever. The young man’s cerulean eyes widened hardly and stared at the young woman across from him. He opened his mouth to offer a question, but the young princess cut him off. “I know it’s dangerous, Len; but you understand the workings of a dagger, yes? It should be but a joke for someone like you to teach the arts of sword-play to a novice, yet soon-to-be professional, such as myself, correct?”

“Princess, excuse my words, but—“ A stern set of sapphire eyes silenced the blonde before he inwardly sighed and dropped to a knee. “It would be my pleasure, M’lady.”

Rin smiled. “Splendid!” she turned away from her brother, her pastel yellow dress sweeping across the floor as she walked back to her throne. “Now, I trust you’ll buy me the best, of course! Hop to it, Len; that blade isn’t going to buy itself!”

The servant hummed as he recalled his younger sister’s whining about wanting to learn swordplay. It wasn’t just that day that Rin had talked about the arts of fighting, but practically every day that week. Len realized she wanted him to take the hint and buy her something sharp and point to stab and slice with, but his inner fear that his sister could potentially assassinate herself buy a blade he’d bought her brought worry to his heart.

Nevertheless, Len did swear to himself to protect the princess at all costs, so maybe teaching her a little bit of fighting would help. Granted, the servant didn’t know exceeding amounts of technique, but he was willing to help in any way the princess asked of him.

And that is why the young man was currently in the neighbouring country of green, sauntering along the path and looking for a blacksmith.

There were vast arrays of shops bordering the streets, all selling different materials. Len was amazed by how blissfully cheerful the people of green seemed to be as they stopped each other and chit-chatted away about the most carefree topics imaginable. It was pleasant to overhear soft giggles and smile-filled words as opposed to sneers and harsh remarks he was familiar with in the country of yellow.

Len’s thoughts were silenced as he saw the prince of blue from the blue country walking around the town with knights close behind him, only offering a mere two feet of slack. It was humorous to the young blonde how easily the prince shamelessly flirted with the ladies, while the guards continuously warned him not to flirt with every girl in the green country.

Finally, the blonde’s eyes locked onto a black smith’s sign.

“Hello?” He called out softly, expecting someone to be waiting for a customer at what appeared to be some sort of reception desk. Yet, there was no one in the stillness of the air.

This is unusual… Usually merchants are wary of leaving the front unattended for robbers can easily take their spoils… Len furrowed his brows in thought. Maybe the store was closed? Maybe the merchants forgot to lock the door and put up their “closed” sign?

A loud crash and a loud cry of a curse, followed by hysterical laughter, shocked Len and caused him to jump a bit. The servant cautiously sauntered towards the room in which the noise came from and was surprised to see nobody in the room.

A ghost…? The young man’s superstitious mind whispered with a comically terrified edge. “H-Hello?” He tried again, voice almost straining against the tension he felt at the thought of being in the same room with a paranormal entity.

“Oi!” A voice metallic voice cried in a jovial tone. Len turned towards the source. Was it coming from under the shield…? “Hey, you mind pulling this chunk of metal off of me?”

“Oh… Yes, of course,” he replied before somewhat awkwardly helping the mystery person out from under the shield. And goddamn was that shield heavy! Truthfully, Len didn’t think he would be able to help, and got a bit flustered since he almost admitted it. However, a burst of strength from the other side of the shield greatly helped the—apparently—weak blonde move the shield.

Oceanic orbs watched as the figure got up lazily and stretched. To say Len was a bit bewildered would have been a grave understatement; the young man standing in front of him had a wild, thick mane of jade hair that could easily reach his shoulders, twinkling chartreuse eyes mixed with a hint of (e/c), and a scrapbook’s worth of bandages adorning his arms and hands, disappearing beneath the thin cotton of his sleeveless shirt.

“Aye, thanks a bunch, sir!” The young man smiled and offered his hand out to Len. “Name’s (Name) Yowane.”

The blonde clasped his hand with (Name)’s in a firm grip, a bit bewildered at the slight accent (Name) lilted his words with. “Len. Len Kagamine.”

The young man opposite of him smiled and nodded. “Pleasure to meet you, my friend,” he said genuinely, letting go of the blonde’s hand and grabbing the shield and fluently managing to hoist it up and onto the hooks on the wall. Len was silently amazed at how the boy, who looked to be about his age, could actually lift the metal shield with such ease. “Now,” (Name) began, crossing his arms and leaning against his worktable, “what can I do for you?”

“I need a dagger—a fine one, at that,” Len replied with a steady voice.

“A dagger? To bring back to the Yellow Country?” The blonde nodded to his question. “And a fine one, you say… Well, I can help you, but I need specifics. I trust you’ve brought me an idea, yeah? Since I’m not sure what your definition of a ‘fine dagger’ is, I’m afraid.” Len pursed his lips. He hadn’t thought about that.

“… I’m afraid the person I’m purchasing for hasn’t supplied me with any design principle…” He confessed, anxiously combing his bangs back and looking around the workshop.

(Name) hummed before slicking his hair back with his hands and tying his short hair back into a petite ponytail. “Well, I guess I’ve got no choice but to help you then, eh, Len?” (Name) drawled, a small smile lilting the corners of his mouth upwards in a manner that Len found strangely attractive.

“That would be most appreciated,” Len agreed, a nearly genuine smile feathering onto his features.

“Then let’s get started, shall we?” The merchant offered, pulling up the two stools from his work area and offering the cleaner one to Len. The blonde felt butterflies flutter in his stomach. It was so weird to be treated as a legitimate equal; the Country of Green was certainly more accepting than his home land.

A standard sized piece of parchment paper was set out on the sturdy table and (Name) began to go over the basic principle of what a dagger needed in order to be fight-worthy, and what kind of materials they needed to use in order to get the desired design, sturdiness, and weight.

Len was quite flustered as (Name) shot rapid-fired questions at him point blank. Of course, the blonde’s new acquaintance chuckled and thought nothing of it when Len stuttered and tried to think of an answer to the foreign questions, but the cerulean-eyed boy was utterly embarrassed that he’d represented his country as a collection of babbling idiots.  

Oh well, Len thought with a sigh after he finally stopped stuttering a response, At least this’ll be worth it…