A/N: Hello, my name is Misa Kagekatsu. This is my first story for Vocaloid, so please take care of me! *bows*
(Blanket) Disclaimer: The Vocaloids are not mine, nor are the phobias. All credit goes to their creators, and www. phobialist. com [Remove the spaces].
The Phobia List:
Ablutophobia- Fear of washing or bathing. (Oliver)*
Far off in a dingy orphanage, one could hear the sounds of a young boy escaping his ward.
"Oliver! Get back here! You haven't washed since you've 'banned' shoes, and that was two freaking months ago!"
The blond boy in question only laughed, bare feet poised royally on a toppled chair.
"No! I am the King of England, and kings weren't ever forced to take stupid baths! All the chocolate they want, and no one like you to stop em'."
Panting, the green-haired helper, Sonika, arrived with a washcloth in her hand. "Now, now, Ollie, what if I gave you a piece of chocolate? Just our little secret. Only if, though, you go take a shower now."
"CHOCOLATE?! Why didn't you say so earlier?" Oliver's golden eye widened in excitement despite not seeing anything, "Come on, whatcha' waiting for, Sonika? To the Kingdom of Bathroom!"
Sonika could only sigh as the little male jumped off the chair and sped away on his imaginary horse. Just what have I done?
Acarophobia- Fear of itching or of the insects that cause itching. (Akaito)
"KAITO! NIGAITO!"
"Eh?" Blue and green heads whipped around from watching television to look at their red-haired brother, who stormed into the room itching his back furiously.
"Did either one of you put a chili pepper down my back again? I said they're for eating, not for one of your cruel-AH!" Akaito suddenly flopped forward onto the carpet, scratching his neck, arms, and other reachable body parts.
Kaito and his little brother shot up from the couch, standing over their twitching brother. Neither one noticed Kaiko skipping past them with a bottle of itch cream in her hand, nor did they see tiny red ants crawl out from underneath Akaito.
"Do you think he's dead?" Nigaito asked, poking Akaito. "I hope not, cause' I want to put chili peppers down his back again."
The blue haired man shrugged. "Nah, he's fine. I could go for some ice cream though; want some?"
"Sure." With that, Kaito and Nigaito enjoyed a delicious bowl of mango ice cream, not paying attention to their convulsing sibling.
Acerophobia- Fear of sourness. (Kaiko)
When asked what her favorite flavor is, Kaiko only responds with a nonchalant wave and a happy, "Anything not sour."
They assume it's natural for her to adore ice-cream because she reflects her genderbend, but really she likes ice-cream for only one reason: it doesn't make her lips pucker.
She can handle spicy, but not to the extent of her brother Akaito; she tolerates bitter, although she much prefers Gumi's homemade caramels; salty things don't bother her; and finally, she accepts savory, though Kaiko never knew what it was in the first place.
Yet, she wants to toss everything sour over a bridge. Or into a nuclear reactor, where it can't bother her with the familiar taste of heartbreak. Kaiko gags when she even looks at orange sherbet, much to the dismay of Rin. No, sour simply wasn't for the young bluenette.
After all, why remind yourself of acidic pain when you can enjoy sweet fantasies?
Achluophobia- Fear of darkness. [Scotophobia] (Kiyoteru)
At first glance, one could never think that the impeccably dressed teacher, Hiyama Kiyoteru, had a fear at all. Glasses set intimidatingly under brown locks, Kiyo-sensei was not a man to be reckoned with, as shown by his students' bleeding papers. Even those who knew him well, to whom he reluctantly revealed his teddy bear nature, did not suspect that the kind man held a fear only capable by children: the dark.
Strictly speaking, the void of light was not what scared him, rather, it was what lay underneath. Long ago, before Kiyoteru climbed voraciously to attain his current position, he had worked as a spy for his hometown's government. A young lad of 17, Kiyo ruthlessly pursued his enemies, caught in a tangling web of destruction. Despite it all, Kiyoteru possessed a calm nature, which only erupted under extreme circumstances.
For years, he complacently carried out his duties, but he knew he was destined for something greater-which he finally found in her. They met at one of the lesser known clubs, one with lavish dancing and exotic flowers. From there, midnight rendezvous and a fierce desire to protect his future became a daily part of Kiyoteru's life. She represented a blinding hope, but little did he know it would turn into horrible despair, all due to the government's betrayal. The darkness did little to mask his retaliation.
However, Kiyoteru thought while leaning over to turn on his nightlight, that's a different story.
Acousticophobia- Fear of noise. (Meiko)
Meiko thought it ironic, really, that an accomplished singer such as herself could be bothered by something as trivial as noise. There is always something to hear, even in dead silence. She couldn't take it any longer; she had to get out of here.
The 22-year-old searched the counter tops with her warm brown eyes, finally snatching a pair of keys and a blood-red coat with her perfectly manicured hands. She walked out of her apartment, trying to ignore the surrounding noises of birds chirping and cars racing by. Once safely nestled inside her soundless electric car, Meiko pulled out onto the highway, intending to arrive at her favorite country house.
Whereas the countryside provided much needed solitude, the city forced Meiko to actually appreciate the noise, if only for her beloved apprentices. The brunette couldn't help but smile at the memory of the young ones- once silent, they now spoke with the passion and ferocity of lion cubs. Despite the initial hardships, Meiko taught those two the importance of voice and thoughts, the importance of waiting for tomorrow. Even when their ears plugged and their screams echoed, it only emphasized they were alive.
The brunette cut off the engine as she pulled into the driveway, 'Perhaps, noise isn't so bad after all, though I much prefer silence.'
Acrophobia- Fear of heights. [Altophobia] [Hypsiphobia] (Len)
"Now, where are they...sniff sniff." Just one particular morning in the Vocaloid household, if one gazed into the humongous kitchen, a small blond boy with his hair tied into a miniature ponytail could be seen sniffing around for his favorite food, much like an eager puppy.
With keen senses, the male directed his gaze upward, cerulean eyes widening at the sight of the object of his affection: the banana. He would've started salivating and wagging his non-existent tail if he didn't notice its location...on top of the refrigerator. Not just any refrigerator though, but the second tallest one in the entire house, which was probably filled to the brim with Kaito's ice creams. Only Gakupo, Kaito, and Luki could reach the top, and the others (except for him, Rin, Yuki, Oliver, and other children of course) just managed with the step-ladder by the refrigerator's side.
As he didn't feel like jumping, nor did he want to risk the step-ladder of death, Len gulped at the thought of what he was about to do. After making sure his mirror image was in the shower and the others far away from him, Len quietly tiptoed down to his shared room and carefully opened Rin's closet.
Shuddering at the memory of several cross-dressings, either for songs or by crazy fangirls (A.K.A. Kuroneko), Len mentally cursed himself as he pulled out Rin's 6-inch white high heel shoes. God, how they would laugh if they saw him now. No, he resolved, it's all worth it. He could basically taste the sweet, creamy banana as he attempted to stand up.
How the heck do girls walk around in these? The male blushed remembering the amount of times Rin had fallen on him while wearing heels. Glancing down to make sure his legwarmers covered his feet, Len quickly rushed to the refrigerator, where he was still too short. Dang. He began jumping, trying futilely to reach his prize.
At the last minute, his fruit was snatched away- only to be in the hand of a certain blue-haired ice cream obsessed idiot. "Are you wearing heels, Len? You know, you could've asked for help, shota," Kaito's sapphire eyes sparkled as he tossed the plantain over.
Len immediately began cradling his precious baby, only adding as an afterthought to Kaito's retreating back, "I AM NOT A SHOTA!"
Aerophobia- Fear of drafts, air swallowing, or airbourne noxious substances. (Gakupo)
"Oh Gaku-chan, where are you? You still haven't finished your cake," a clear voice rang out, not going unnoticed by the amethyst-haired samurai, who was failing to conceal his luscious hair underneath a red hat.
Gakupo cringed, "Y-Yes, Princess Luka? I'm afraid t-that I have prior commitments, s-so I cannot taste your l-lovely cake."
His attempts to hide behind the mailbox were useless as a fair, pink-haired maiden came into view holding a piece of cake in her gloved hands. Normally, Gakupo loved cake, but even though Princess Luka was kind enough to bake one just for him, he couldn't look at her newest 'masterpiece': The Fruit of the Sea. It sounded delicious, but unfortunately Luka decorated the cream-filled cake with her favorite food, tuna. She was now currently trying to feed him a piece that contained a giant eyeball.
"Silly Gaku-chan, of course you'll taste it. Len!" An adorable blond boy with a mushroom for a hat suddenly appeared. "Open Gaku's mouth. Now~" Luka smiled sadistically.
"Lenners! Why me? Don't!" Gakupo pleaded. Len cast an apologetic look at him before pulling out a vial of sulfur and a fan, wafting the rotten smell to the samurai. Gakupo couldn't help but gag, fearful of the accompanying wind. Of course, the moment his mouth opened, Luka plunged her concoction into his throat. She smirked as the purple-haired man immediately swallowed, turning notably green and fainting soon after.
"Looks like that was a success. Now, shall we find Kai-kun, Len?"
Aeroacrophobia- Fear of open high places. (Gumi)
"Mommy! What awe we doing hewe? I wanna go pway a game!"
"Don't worry, sweetie, we're just here to appreciate the beautiful sky. Don't you want to fly?"
Famous last words...Gumi shuddered as she tried to block the memory of her mother and her five-year-old self. They were as radically different as could be: Gumi preferred the compact earth while her mother yearned to become one with the clouds.
Sometimes, Gumi's mother dragged her reluctant daughter to the very top of skyscrapers, mountains, anything high really. The little green-haired girl hated it, but endured the trial for her beloved mother. She was fine if there were railings, but otherwise the wind chilled her down to her core.
The excursions continued until she was ten, when suddenly the railing broke out from underneath her mother. The greenette couldn't do anything but sob and fight against other the bystanders' arms. Her mother was pronounced dead on impact, 2,000 feet below.
Thinking back on it, Gumi was glad that her mother finally got her chance to fly, as they were too poor to afford a plane ride. She missed her mother dearly, green eyes searching the clouds amongst her position on the mountain. Faint festival sounds came from below, but the now sixteen-year-old only sighed, breath lingering in a faint puff of smoke. She was definitely a down-to-earth girl, but sometimes it was nice to escape the world, if only for a little while.
Aeronausiphobia- Fear of vomiting secondary to airsickness. (SeeU)
You can do this, SeeU. Show your stomach who's boss. You will be fine. The blond Korean girl repeated this mantra to herself as she followed her friends through the insane queues of Tokyo Haneda Airport. As part of a famous singing band, the Vocaloids occasionally created debuts in other countries, this time being the first for SeeU.
Even though she was relatively new to the Vocaloid 'family', they were all pleasant and caring; they noticed when their cat-eared friend failed to follow them any longer. "What's wrong, SeeU? Are you okay?" a girl with abnormally long teal pigtails asked.
SeeU could barely stammer out a reply as another girl, this one with long pink hair, berated her friend. "What kind of question is that, Miku? There has to be something. Tell us SeeU."
By this time, SeeU was fearfully looking up at the airplanes outside the window, nervously fingering her skirt. She didn't notice a blond girl with a huge white ribbon speak up, "Ne, could it be that you're scared of flying?"
"I thought cats were supposed to be afraid of water, not air," Rin's mirror image, Len, commented dryly.
Mustering her courage, the Korean girl softly replied, "No, it's not that. I'm afraid that I'll be sick; I get motion sickness easily."
"Why didn't you say so? I have some pills in my purse. Come on, or we'll miss the flight." an exasperated brunette said. SeeU couldn't help but smile at her friends, as they all rushed on to their flight, on route for Australia.
Agateophobia- Fear of insanity. [Dementophobia] [Maniaphobia] (SF-A2 Miki)
(Now approaching subject SF-A2; subject considered to be extremely dangerous. Scientist Furukawa Miki presiding.)
*The sound of turning on a tape recorder.*
Q: ...?
A: Oh, is there something to visit little young me? Come closer, I won't bite. Fine, stay there. Well, I suppose I'm Miki...what? You're Miki too? Why, hello me! Haven't we met before? Don't be silly, other me; we're exactly the same-dark, light, does it matter? I don't know.
Q: ...? ...?
A: Insane? I prefer psychopath, doesn't it sound cooler? Right? Either way, I don't mind these chains-I live such a carefree life-won't you join me? All it takes is just a 39 second loop. Ah, well, when I was younger, I used to be so scared of being called crazy...
Q: ...?
A: Didn't I tell you about my two bestest friends, Piko and Kaito? Why, we were the happiest anyone could be! Kai loved his ico** and Pi-Pi was sweet, but I don't remember what that is anymore. We met somewhere before, I know. My parents loved me-until one of their patients burned them down. Do you know who saved me? I think it was the light, but the dark ate the other me. Goodbye myself! I'm sure she's happy, aren't you?
Q: .... ...?
A: Funny now, other me. Don't you have sanity? Isn't that contagious? I'm sure I won't catch it then, so why can't you help me? Stay with me-don't back away now. Only insanity captivates me, and I know you'll like it too. Hello myself and goodbye yourself.
*Sounds of crashing and footsteps. Transmission ends.*
A/N:
*Special thanks to Shadowthorn2013 for letting me use her hyper Oliver. The credit is all hers; enjoy!
**Ico means ice cream; it's what my baby sister used to call it.
There concludes Chapter One!
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~Misa Kagekatsu