This is something I wrote based on the wonderful song "Odds & Ends" originally by Hatsune Miku, but I listened to the cover of Teto and instantly made a fanfic on it. There will be more chapters than this, I'll try to get chapter two finished by next week; if someone wants to see, that is.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hatsune Miku! I only own my own character, Shinji!

Enjooooy ~ 3 /

Chapter 1

"This is hopeless! I can't do anything, I'm hopeless…" Shinji cried at the computer; he knew this kind of thing was odd, but it wasn't every computer that could answer. This one, though, could.
"You're not hopeless, Shinji! You can use my voice just well, and your songs are amazing!" the computer exclaimed and he looked at the screen. It was almost completely covered by the face of a girl with teal eyes and hair staring at him sternly.
"Miku… no matter how many damn times you say that, I can't become friends with them… I'm doing my best…"
"Well, for what reason, huh?!"
"… No reason in particular…"he muttered and felt lucky that the wall of cyberspace separated him from the synthesizer program. She could be quite short-tempered at times, and sometimes even attempted to smack him in the head with her leek.
"Then why are you doing it?! It's stupid! They're horrible, and evil to you! You're just sad and confused, and they say mean things about you!"
"It's my own entire fault… I'm worth nothing… I'm just invisible, not worth of attention, the outcast…"
"You're a wonderful person! Let me show it through you! Let my voice become your power!"
He just sighed painfully and looked into his hands.
"I know you're trying… but we both know I don't have any power… goodnight, Miku."
With a swap of his hands he turned off the computer despite Miku's protests and took a glance at his classes for tomorrow. He had two classes of Japanese, then two English classes, and a History class and at last two hours of Music, his favorite class. Despite everyone making fun of his use of vocaloid and the fact that he could never show his talent in the class.
He was just a target for laughing voices and bullying. He should just give it up; he was hopeless. His grades weren't the best and the only thing he cared for was music, and not even that he could do right. What was going to happen with him?
He packed his bag for tomorrow's classes and went out of his dimly lit room to the bathroom. After a quick, cold shower he was back in his own bed, unable to sleep once again.
What would life bring him tomorrow?

The mornings were always the worst. His head would hurt, his eyes would sting with tears, and his body would feel weak. He went up and skipped breakfast to just go outside. It was in the middle of September and quite cold and rainy, his favorite weather.
The words from Miku last night had his head filled. "Let my voice become your power!" was she joking? There was no way he had any power to start with, how could he make something his power? He bit his lip once again and threw himself on the bench at the bus stop. There was still an hour until school started, but better be early than late. The bus was crowded and the second he entered, he spotted two girls from his class. They sent him a look they probably thought he didn't see and started whispering while giggling. All he wanted to in that moment was to cry, but he sat down far away from them, with his head hung, trying to look at his feet like they were the most interesting thing in the world. He decided to put his headphones in and looked at the phone display when the music suddenly stopped. He gave the phone an annoyed look before Miku appeared in mini-format on the screen with an annoyed look on her face.
"WHY THE HELL DID YOU CUT ME OFF LAST NIGHT?! Stupid jerk!" she whined into my ears and I turned the volume a little down, pulling my phone closer to myself to make it look like I was talking on the phone.
"I'm sorry Miku… okay? Don't be mad…"
"Geez, Shinji! You're amazing, okay? I may get pissed at you, but you're a good kid… and you have talents. As a diva I know talent, Shinji. Start to believe in yourself, and your dream will come true!"
"It won't happen, Miku… it won't. Stop this and just leave me alone for a little, okay?"
The virtual figure glared at him for a few moments before disappearing off into a folder, making the music start again. He put his phone into his pocket and looked at his hands for what seemed like hours until the bus arrived at the school building. He stepped out and onto the school grounds; the wind messed his plain brown hair and he sniffed. Maybe he was getting a cold; he was surely feeling tired and weak. And a headache had been annoying him in the last few days.
He took out the headphones and put them in his bag before looking upwards at the big, old tree in the front of the school. Its leaves were falling off, and it looked like a big, crooked monster that could run after you anytime. He entered the school building and shook off the cold as warmth embraced him gently. With no further hesitance he ducked his head and went to his locker, silently flipping open the door. The locker was filled with books, and in the very back of the locker was a figurine of Miku, standing proudly with a "do your best!" sign in her hand. The figurine gave him a bad stomach feeling and he turned it around, before putting in all the books he didn't need, taking out the ones he needed for Japanese class.
He made it just in time, none of the students offering him as much as a look. He heard a few nasty comments about his use of Miku and that it was a horrible voice, but he sat down in his chair without paying attention. They knew they were right… he forced up a smile and tried to talk to some of them, but they seemed to avoid talking to him. After a while he gave up and sunk defeated down in the seat, before the teacher entered. He turned the volume of his phone all the way down in case Miku returned to throw another fit at him, you never knew with her amazing ability to time things oh so horribly. Just in case he turned off the phone and left the cyber-idol to herself in her little world inside the computer. He'd always wondered how she did it; she could appear on any screen she was installed on. How was that possible? Despite being curious, he was a bit happy. Miku was practically his only friend, his only company.
His father was dead and his mother was never home due to her job, leaving Shinji all alone the most of the time, he made his own dinner usually, took care of the house and sometimes he'd skip school to sleep… the feeling of no one liking him was tearing at his will to stay in the world. Suddenly, he felt the usual dizziness of no eating since the night before, and he took a look at his body. He'd gotten thinner; that was for sure. He covered up in the big hoodie he was wearing and just half listened to what the teacher was saying, making the assignments they were handed as well as he could.
That was how most of his classes passed, until the Music class. He pulled out a sheet of music and went to the teacher's desk. As usual, the teacher was looking up at him with a smile plastered on her sweet face. She'd always been his favorite teacher; treating him like he existed.
"Sensei… what do you think about this?"
He shyly handed her the music sheet and she glanced at it over her glasses before looking up at him.
"Did you write this?"
"U-uhm… y-yes."
With an awkward blush he looked down; it was kind of his secret so it made him embarrassed to talk about it in public. She just smiled and handed him it back without a word. He took the lead and went to his seat, sitting in the back of the room with his head down. He looked up through the hoodie, wanting to pay attention to at least this class; he needed to learn. He didn't get any other word in for the rest of the class and did what he was told to. No one would have him in their group for some group work, and he just got in the unlucky group that had to have him. They didn't let him make a single of the tasks, and he ended up learning just about nothing in that class. He showed not to care much and just kept smiling. The dizziness from not eating anything all day was washing over him, making him sway and his vision blur.
No one noticed.
After the classes, he went home directly with the bus, the same girls gossiping about him. He kept his head lowered as usual and turned on his phone while putting in the headphones. To his big joy, or maybe disappointment, Miku didn't appear first thing on his screen. He had been kind of evil to her earlier, it was stupid; he had been frustrated and he still was. But even if he'd been nice to her, he would still have those negative thoughts. Miku would never truly understand how he felt. She was loved by anyone and everyone, and he was known to no one. Not a single person wanted to do with him, it stung in his heart. What had he done so wrong in life to deserve that? He bit his lip again and looked into his hands.
Way too late, in his opinion, the bus arrived at his stop and he darted out of the bus to run behind a couple of trees, where he sat down in the grass.
He'd been more than horrible to Miku; what if she'd taken it too seriously and was gone for real? He anxiously turned on his phone and looked into the display, tears starting to sparkle in his eyes. As if called for, blue eyes looked directly at him from the display, before Miku got a little back so she was in half view on the small phone screen.
"Why are you so sad, Shinji?"
"M-Miku! Don't scare me like that!" he sobbed and she sent him a small smile.
"Wipe away your tears; I'll always be here… okay? I don't care how mean you are, you'll have to stick with me forever if necessary."
A little smile found its way to Shinji's lips and he wiped the tears away, before getting on his feet.
"I'm sorry, Miku; I never meant to say those things… I just don't know what's going on, my head hurts and so does my heart…"
"They're evil to you; they don't treat you as you deserve, Shinji. You need to stop caring about their opinion, what happened to all your wonderful creativity?!"
"I don't know, okay?! Now stop before I get pissed again, please!"
"… Fine. But one day, you'll realize; Shinji, you have the talent of a true artist."
"Yeah, right. Thanks… but it's not true. I'm hopeless."
He closed down his phone and went directly back to the apartment he and his mother shared. When he came back, his mother was actually in the living room, sending him a stern look.
"You're home late."
"I didn't get the bus."
As quickly and calmly as he could he made his way to his room and locked the door behind him. He did not want to talk to his mom; she would just ask him about friends and he would lie as usual saying that everything was just fine. Even if it went on horribly. When he turned on the computer, the face of Miku met his again.
"You just won't realize, will you? Why?"
"Because you don't understand a thing, don't you get it?!"
This was getting on his nerves; even if he didn't want her gone, he was pissed with Miku currently. She scowled and pointed a finger at him.
"You… you're going to become a wonderful person one day. Realize that and we can talk."
With that she disappeared without a word from the screen and left a regretting Shinji alone.