特別企画|Y2K Style Ver - Rurika&GalurixRuizuki

Collab OC Kamishiro Rurika with @Didieri (https://pixai.art/@didieri) Kamishiro Ruizuki is Didieri OC (https://pixai.art/@didieri) Kamui Galuri is My OC 💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 The Night the Crystal Heart Bloomed One second before the stage lights came on, the entire world seemed to be wrapped in a purple breath. Galuri stood on the left side of the rising platform, her fingertips gently holding her microphone. Her long pink hair slipped over her shoulders, smooth as satin soaked in moonlight. The long side locks in front of both ears fell neatly on either side of her face, both reaching all the way down to her waist, swaying softly in the wind rising from below the stage. Her pink Y2K stage outfit glittered under the lights. A cropped top decorated with silver chains and heart-shaped accessories, layered skirt hems, glossy fabrics, metal buckles, and pink ribbons all crossed together, creating a look that was sweet yet sharp enough for the stage. Those two long side locks always made her think of her father, Kamui Gakupo. And when the stage lights reflected in her blue eyes, making their gentleness and clarity shine even brighter, she would think of her mother, Megurine Luka. Her father had given her a calm and graceful silhouette, while her mother had placed a soft light within her gaze. Every time Galuri stood on stage, it felt as though she carried both of their shadows with her—not to imitate either of them, but to slowly turn the beauty she had inherited into something that belonged to herself. But tonight, she was not following anyone’s back. Tonight, she would stand in her own light. Beside her was Rurika. Thirteen-year-old Kamishiro Rurika had also changed into a pink-purple Y2K stage outfit. Her cropped jacket had a glossy texture, with tiny heart and butterfly metal charms decorating the sleeves. Under it was a cropped top embroidered with crystal details, paired with a layered stage skirt woven with silver chains. Her pink-purple twin ponytails were tied high, their wavy length falling to her waist and bouncing softly with every small movement. Standing between Galuri and Ruizuki, her pink eyes reflected the stage lights like a crystal heart that had just been lit. Her presence was no longer just the cuteness of a younger sister; it was the brightness of a true performer. “Do I look okay today?” Before going on stage, Rurika had asked in a small voice. Galuri had almost comforted her immediately, but when she saw the little spark of competitiveness in Rurika’s eyes, she chose not to answer in a coaxing tone. Instead, she looked at her seriously and said, “You look wonderful. Standing in the center suits you perfectly.” Rurika pressed her lips together, trying very hard not to let her smile show too clearly. “Really?” “Really.” Galuri adjusted the crystal heart pendant on Rurika’s chest. “You’re not the little sister we brought onto the stage. You’re the third voice of tonight.” Those words kept Rurika quiet for a long time. Even now, as the rising platform was about to move, she was still holding tightly onto them. On the other side, Ruizuki lowered his eyes to check his microphone. His deep purple medium-length hair fell around his shoulders and upper back. Several clearly separated pink highlights slipped through his hair, not overly dramatic, but perfectly framing his outline. His golden eyes looked steady in the dim stage light, like a lamp that would never suddenly go out. His outfit was also Y2K stage fashion like Galuri’s and Rurika’s, but it carried a completely different mood. A black cropped stage jacket with cool pink lines, silver chains hanging from his waist, leather, glossy fabric, and metal buckles layered together into a sharp silhouette. His fitted black top followed the shape of his body, while small metallic accessories at his waist gave off faint sounds as he moved. He stood on the right, microphone in hand, calm but never distant. Ruizuki’s presence was always like that. He never stole the spotlight, yet he made everyone around him feel safe. “Rurika.” He suddenly spoke. Rurika immediately looked up. “I know. Step forward on the third beat, don’t turn too early before the chorus, keep my heels steady, and don’t kick the skirt chain.” Ruizuki looked at her. “I was going to say that you look good today.” Rurika froze. Galuri could not help looking at him too. Ruizuki’s expression remained calm, as if he had only stated an objective judgment about the stage. “The audience can clearly see your expression, and they can feel your stage presence. You’re not someone’s accessory, and you’re not the background. This is Rurika’s own position.” Rurika’s eyes lit up at once. She clearly wanted to act mature, but the corners of her mouth still lifted. “Brother, you sound like you’re good at comforting people today.” “I’m not comforting you.” “Then it’s a compliment?” “It’s a judgment.” “Brother, you’re so boring.” Galuri laughed softly. That little laugh loosened some of the tension in her heart. In truth, she was more nervous than anyone. Not for herself. Not for Ruizuki either. She was worried that this trio stage might make Rurika feel like nothing more than a decoration placed in the center. Galuri understood that feeling too well—being expected, being protected, being gently assigned a place, but not necessarily being truly seen. Galuri did not want Rurika to be only “Ruizuki’s little sister.” Nor did she want her to be only “the cute highlight on Galuri and Ruizuki’s stage.” She wanted the audience to remember her name. Kamishiro Rurika. A girl who could sing clear high notes, a girl who could make the stage lights bloom like crystal flowers. A countdown sounded in their earpieces. “Three, two, one.” The platform slowly rose. Pink-purple light tore open the darkness in an instant, like countless stars falling at once. The audience erupted into cheers like a wave, and pink-purple glow sticks stretched from far away all the way to the edge of the stage, flickering like a breathing galaxy. Galuri stood on the left, smiling as she raised her microphone. Her long pink hair lifted in the wind, and her skirt and silver chains flashed at the same time. Rurika stood in the center, her pink-purple twin ponytails bouncing softly, her pink eyes shining like freshly lit jewels. Ruizuki stood on the right and extended one hand toward the audience with elegance and stability. He did not use an exaggerated gesture to draw everyone’s attention; he simply held the balance of the entire stage steady. The first verse began with Galuri. Her voice was gentle and clear, like a drop of pink water falling onto transparent glass and rippling softly outward. “Before the light arrived, I once heard the echo of my heartbeat—” As she sang, her gaze swept softly toward Rurika in the center. Rurika did not shrink back. Following the rhythm from rehearsal, she stepped forward. Her platform boots landed on the glowing stage floor, and her skirt hem and silver chains rose with the movement. She lifted her microphone and caught the final note Galuri left for her. “So I reached out my hand, and held my dream like a purple flower—” In that instant, the heart-shaped light pattern on the LED screen suddenly lit up. It did not feel like an effect triggered in advance by the staff. It was as though her voice had truly touched the switch of the lights. The audience’s cheers grew even louder. Rurika’s eyes trembled. She heard it. Those cheers were not for her brother, nor for Galuri. They were for her. Her fingers tightened slightly, and she held the microphone more firmly. Ruizuki entered with the third line from the right side. His voice was low and steady, like a piano chord in the night, supporting Galuri’s softness and Rurika’s brightness together. “Do not be afraid, we are all inside the same beam of light.” Their three voices met before the chorus. At that moment, Galuri suddenly felt that she did not need to sing more on anyone’s behalf, nor did she need to dim her own glow for anyone else. Ruizuki, too. He stood on the right, golden eyes facing the entire crowd, but he no longer focused too heavily on Rurika as he had in the past. Galuri noticed his hand relaxing slightly. It was a tiny change the audience could not see, but she saw it. He was learning to trust his sister. And so was she. During the interlude, the three of them changed positions according to the new choreography. Galuri reached toward the left front, the glossy ribbons on her pink sleeves glowing softly under the lights. Her movement was not merely an invitation to the audience as it had been before; it was as if she were opening one corner of the stage and letting more light flow in. Rurika moved to the front center and made a small crystal-heart gesture. Her fingers were still a little tense, but they did not falter. Her five fingers curved naturally, palm facing the audience, as if she were offering her feelings to them. Ruizuki stepped to the right, the chains on his black pants giving off delicate sounds with his movement. He raised his microphone, and with his other hand, opened his gesture toward the audience. He looked like the leading actor of a stage play who controlled the rhythm—calm and brilliant. The glow sticks in the audience swayed with the beat. Pink, purple, cool white. The colors of the three performers seemed to blend into one sea of light. Before the second chorus, something unexpected happened. Rurika’s in-ear monitor suddenly cut out for an instant. The world seemed to lose a layer of sound. She could hear the audience’s cheers and the low vibration beneath the stage, but she could no longer clearly hear her own pitch. The next line was her solo, and it was the brightest high note in the entire song. Rurika’s pupils contracted slightly. Galuri noticed immediately. She was too sensitive not to. She could always see that slight unease before someone said anything. Rurika’s shoulders were not visibly trembling, and her steps did not falter, but her grip on the microphone tightened. Galuri almost instinctively wanted to take over that line. If she sang softly, the audience would never notice. She could hide Rurika’s unease, like catching a falling petal in her palm. But Rurika looked at her. There was fear in those pink eyes, but also a very clear request. Do not take my voice away. Galuri’s throat stopped. On the other side, Ruizuki also sensed something was wrong. His foot had already turned half an inch toward Rurika, and his wrist lifted, ready to use his own voice to support his sister. That was the reaction he knew best. Protect. Cover. Make the mistake disappear. But Rurika looked at him too. She said nothing. She only shook her head gently. Ruizuki’s golden eyes darkened slightly. At that moment, Galuri saw his expression change. It was not doubt. It was not worry. It was letting go. He stopped. One second on stage stretched endlessly. Rurika closed her eyes. She could not clearly hear her in-ear monitor, but she could hear the rhythm inside her chest. One beat. Two beats. She remembered the first time she had stood on the small stage in the practice room as a child. Back then, she was still inexperienced, and her twin ponytails were not as long as they were now. Ruizuki stood beside the piano, playing accompaniment for her. Her father, 神代類, smiled from below the stage, while her mother, 曉山瑞希, fixed the crooked hair ornament for her. At that time, no one demanded perfection from her. They had only told her— Sing. Sing out the light inside your heart. Rurika took a breath. And then, she sang. Her clear high note pierced through the pink-purple sea of lights like a crystal heart raised high into the air. At first, her voice carried a slight tremble, but in the next moment, that tremble became a pattern of light, making her singing even more transparent and real. The stage lights suddenly burst on behind her. Circles of purple patterns bloomed on the LED screen, and a giant pink heart seemed to awaken because of her voice, lighting up from the background wall all the way to the top of the stage. The audience erupted into even greater cheers. Rurika opened her eyes. She did not cry. She smiled. It was not the smile of a little sister being protected by her brother. Nor was it the smile of someone standing beside Galuri and trying to keep up with the rhythm of the stage. It was Kamishiro Rurika’s own smile. When Galuri sang the next line, there was a soft tremor in her voice. She was not covering for her. She was answering her. “Do you see it now? Dreams are not lit by someone else—” Ruizuki’s voice followed, steady and gentle. “It is you who gives the light its direction.” Rurika looked at them. On the next beat, the three of them sang the chorus together. Galuri’s long pink hair lifted in the wind, and the long side locks in front of both ears danced along her cheeks, like the graceful shadow left by her father and the gentle light in her mother’s eyes, yet completely belonging to herself. Ruizuki stood on the right, his deep purple medium-length hair edged with cool pink under the lights. His pink highlights fell clearly in front of his shoulders, not showy, but memorable enough at a single glance. Rurika stood in the center, her pink-purple twin ponytails and skirt shining with the rhythm. She no longer felt uneasy about standing between them. For the first time, she felt that this was the best place for her right now. Not a place to be protected. Not an accessory’s place. But a place where she was growing and beginning to shine. When the chorus ended, the three of them stood side by side at the very front of the stage. Galuri reached toward the audience, her smile gentle and bright. Rurika stood in the center, holding her microphone, her pink-purple twin ponytails and skirt sparkling together. Ruizuki bent forward slightly on the right and sent the final low, soft note across the venue. The pink-purple glow sticks swayed like a tide. Everyone was calling their names. Galuri heard her own name. She heard Ruizuki’s name. And she heard Rurika’s name. She turned to look at the girl beside her. Rurika’s eyes were bright, as if stars were about to fall from them. “Galuri,” she whispered, her voice hidden within the audience’s cheers. “I sang that line by myself.” Galuri smiled. She reached out and gently held Rurika’s hand. “I know.” Rurika then looked at Ruizuki. “Brother, you didn’t rush over just now.” Ruizuki was silent for a second. Then he reached out and gently patted her hair, careful not to mess up her hair ornament. “Because you said you could do it.” Rurika froze. Ruizuki looked at her, a faint smile in his golden eyes. “And you did.” Rurika pressed her lips together. She tried very hard to hold it in, but her eyes still reddened slightly. Galuri did not comfort her immediately. Neither did Ruizuki. They simply stood beside her and left the center position to her. The stage lights rose layer by layer behind the three of them. Pink, purple, and cool white crossed into a huge heart-shaped light. At that moment, Galuri finally understood. The true difficulty of a trio stage had never been choreography, height, or whose outfit shone the most. It was learning to believe that each of them could be seen. Her gentleness did not always have to shield others from the wind. Ruizuki’s stability did not always have to act before danger arrived. And Rurika’s light did not need to wait until some distant day to be allowed to illuminate the stage. She could do it now. In the center of the pink-purple sea of light. She could become her own star. 💜💗💜💗💜 OC information 💗💜💗💜💗 Collab OC Kamishiro Rurika with @Didieri (https://pixai.art/@didieri) Daughter of Kamishiro Rui and Akiyama Mizuki Name: Kamishiro Rurika（神代 るりか / 神代 瑠莉花） Brother：Kamishiro Ruizuki (Age:20) Age: 13 Birthday: 6/30 Personality: Dreamy, gentle, and pure-hearted. She carries a soft lively energy and natural stage confidence. Rurika is emotionally sensitive and caring toward her family, but she also hides a subtle competitive spirit when performing on stage. Appearance: Rurika has long, wavy, deep violet twin ponytails that flow down to her waist, maintaining a rich saturated purple tone under stage lighting. Her eyes are bright pink, sparkling with innocent idol-like charm. She has fair, smooth skin and gives off a dreamy elegant aura. Her idol costume follows a pastel luxury fantasy style, featuring satin bodice design, pearl and crystal embroidery, layered ruffled skirt, flower crown decoration, and a crystal heart pendant at the chest center. Overall, she embodies a magical dream idol girl aesthetic. Skills: Singing with clear high-pitched vocal quality Harmony arrangement Dance performance and choreography Stage presence control Basic piano playing Lyric writing Ribbon dance performance Special Trait: When singing emotional ballads, her voice becomes especially radiant, and stage lighting often appears naturally synchronized with her aura. Fan Color: Soft violet-pink gradient Symbol: Crystal heart and violet flower 💜💗💜💗💜 OC information 💗💜💗💜💗 The second child of Kamui Gakupo and Megurine Luka Name: Kamui Galuri(神威ガルリ/巡音ガルリ/Megurine Galuri) Birthday:2/29 Age: 16 Personality: Gentle, sensitive, rational, emotionally supportive Appearance: Long pink-purple straight hair, smooth and glossy, giving a graceful and gentle look. Blue eyes, clear and full of emotion. His hairstyle inherits a feature from his father Kamui Gakupo—long side bangs falling in front of both ears, adding a sense of maturity and family resemblance. Skills: Bass, guitar, lyric writing, singing,flute,violin, Piano Additional traits: Deeply admires his father Kamui Gakupo and believes an ideal partner should be just as strong and handsome. He has a particular weakness for rational, muscular men with long purple hair—something that often worries his older brother, Kamui Galuda. 💜💗💜💗💜 OC information 💗💜💗💜💗 Character Profile｜Kamishiro Ruizuki Setting: ABO Universe Basic Information • Name: Kamishiro Ruizuki • Gender: Male • Age: 17 • School：Kamiyama High School Grade 2 / Second Year • Role Archetype: Stage-oriented character / mature, handsome type • Skills: Piano performance , Drama acting • Girlfriend：Kamui Galuri •Young Sister：Kamishiro Rurika ⸻ Family Background Ruizuki grew up in a family deeply connected to the stage. In such an environment, performance, costume design, and stage emotion were part of everyday life. • Father: Kamishiro Rui • Mother: Akiyama Mizuki Within the ABO worldview, the family does not emphasize rigid roles or hierarchies. Instead, it places greater value on mutual understanding, personal boundaries, and respect. From his father, Ruizuki learned how to maintain control and stability on stage. From his mother, he inherited a keen sensitivity to emotional flow and self-expression. This upbringing shaped the way he interacts with others— naturally projecting calmness, confidence, and a protector-like presence. ⸻ Appearance Eyes • Gold • Steady, focused gaze Hair • Cool-toned purple, straight mid-length hair, reaching the back • Clearly separated pink highlights • The pink is in distinct strands, not a gradient Overall Silhouette • Mature young male proportions • Composed expressions, never showy ⸻ Clothing Style (Influenced by His Mother) • Stage-inspired × personal expression • Androgynous design with a masculine balance • Lightweight fabrics, asymmetrical cuts • Low-saturation color palette dominated by deep purple and cool pink ⸻ Aura & Personality Impression • Calm and reserved • Highly sensitive to emotional shifts in others • Naturally positions himself where he can see and protect the whole picture • His presence is defined by stability and trust