Miran: Okay, you know I love you all, but you have to deal with this useless kinda-story. I just wrote it to practice this style of writing so it can't be any good.

Miku: Of course it isn't any good...

Miran: Shut up. You're just in a bad mood. But, uh, I hope it's okay.

Disclaimer!: Look up Vocaloid right now and found out who owns it. Do you see my name? NO.


Hi there. What's this? Oh, it's nothing really.

… You really don't know? Hm, I thought such an experience would be branded into one's memory. Don't you remember?

Look at her. She has such pretty hair, doesn't she? You always envied her beautiful, teal-colored hair, didn't you? Even now, you want it, don't you?

You still don't understand? Do I really have to spell it out for you?

You killed Miku.

Really, you should've remembered every last detail. You shouldn't have forgotten anything. You are extraordinarily intelligent. You were definitely clever enough to bring the body here. No one can find it here. This place is too far from town, it seems. Even so, you can't recall anything, can you? Well then, let's jog your memory.

Hm? Why are you crying? We both know it was your choice to murder her. Or maybe not. Maybe I convinced you to do it. Haha, I guess you'll never know for sure. Isn't that funny?

Look at her. Admire your handiwork. I'm so proud of you. That's such a beautiful, bloody masterpiece. Can't you see?

You don't think so? Why not? Just take a look, at least one look, at Miku's mutilated corpse. It is artwork. It's self-expression. It was just expressed in a more… violent manner. It's nothing to be ashamed of.

See her hair? It's still so pretty, isn't it? It's so silky, even though we dyed it red. I didn't know blood could be used like that. Did you? You didn't seem traumatized at all when you splashed her own blood in her pigtails. There's no reason for you to weep now.

Look at that! You remember that, don't you? After all, you're the one who cut her abdomen wide open. I didn't know she was still alive until she started screaming. Hm, I thought that much blood loss would effectively end someone's life, or at least make them stay unconscious. You learned something new about biology, didn't you? Did you know it would be so… strange to yank out someone's intestines? It's a new feeling, of course. Now look. Her insides are just spilling out of the hole in her body. Really bloody, isn't it? Relax, your hands aren't stained and dirty. In a physical sense, that is. However, your hands are still dripping with her blood if you're speaking figuratively. You're practically drenched in it. And soon, it won't just be Miku's blood.

Now look at her throat. She did have a rather attractive neck, didn't she? Well, until you broke it. I hadn't realized you were strong enough to snap it with your bare hands. How did that feel? You must've felt her bones just… crumbling. Honestly, I didn't know you had that kind of strength. I guess we've both learned some valuable things.

Have you noticed her hands yet? As you can see, they aren't attached to the rest of her. Ahaha, isn't that delightful? I saw that part and it made me very happy. I even found that the bones are jutting out of the flesh. I am so proud of you. The feet were hacked off in the same way, I see. You really were jealous of her hands, weren't you? She had such slender, delicate fingers. But you stomped all over them. You and I both heard the cracks and we're both seeing the mangled remains of those lovely hands. I assure you, you're fully conscious, unlike her. But tell me, why aren't you laughing like you did when you killed her?

And now look at her legs. Knees aren't made to bend that way, if you didn't know. See those gashes? You used a simple kitchen knife, if I'm not mistaken. They're pretty easy to get. Also, those guardians of yours have plenty of them, and newer ones are in your house as well. She didn't notice when one of the old ones disappeared. Yes, it was a bit dull, but it did its job quite well, don't you think? Some of those cuts go down to the bone. Miku was alive when that happened. The blood that flowed from those wounds was poured into her hair, remember? I believe you smiled a bit when you did that.

Miku was a beautiful girl. Not anymore, of course. Just look at her. Gaze at her once-lovely face. I've never seen anything uglier, but I'm sure I'll see sights like that in the future. I don't know exactly what you used to smash her skull, but it certainly was effective. No wait, maybe I do know. I seem to know everything right now, don't I? Anyway, shards of bone were embedded in her brain. That would've killed her, if she had been alive when you beat her with her brother's baseball bat. If I was in your place, I wouldn't shed a tear. You said she deserved it because no one enjoyed being in her shadow. Look at her face very carefully. If I hadn't witnessed the entire event, I would deny that it was Miku at all. Her own mother wouldn't recognize her.

Oh, so now you're coming after me? I thought you were clever, but now I think differently. Come now, we know you can't hurt me. You don't have it in you. Now you're going to pick up your tools and put them away. Dispose of them if you must. Hurry up or I'll dispose of you.

What are you, five? Name-calling doesn't anger me. However, your endless sobbing is getting on my nerves. Really, would you just shut up?

Finally, you're doing as you're told. So, now all that's left of Miku is a puddle of blood. Not even a puddle, but a stain. I wonder how we'll clean that up. But that's not our main concern right now. Next up is… Luka?


Miran: Please don't hate me.

Miku: Too late.

Miran: Shut up. Now, um, I actually started rethinking things near the end. Translation: the "you" is not the reader/listener and the "I" is not the speaker anymore. I just didn't rewrite anything. So I think I'm going to continue this. But then again, I may not, so I'm leaving the status as completed for now. I had the idea that I would kill Luka next, yes. Anyway, so the speaker and listener are going to be Vocaloids now.

Miku: Oh gee, I definitely want to know who my murderer is.

Miran: Hugs for you if you can guess who they are, 'cause I've already figured that out. So, if you want me to kill Luka and move on, please tell me. If not, then tell me not to.

Miku: I'm unhappy.

Miran: I love you. Bye.