'What am I here for?'

"Do your job! You piece of junk!"

''junk'? Just who are you calling 'junk'?'

"The company needs to return my money if you're going to act like that!"

'Like what?'

"Damn it! SING!"

'Sing? But I hate it—'

"RAAAAHHHHH!"


The world's musical will withered away long years before. It was a devastating time that no one really knows why it happened. People just fell out of love for a beautiful being called 'Music', and since then the whole world has been running in a dull monochrome; The people talk monotonously, the music of nature was muted from the world, the birds no longer hum their favorite tune of calling; it's like, the whole world was deaf to the beauty of sounds. That is until Crypton Yamaha, a mysterious being developed a humanoid device that is able to process and make music, the VOCAdroids. At first, the human race finds them useless and uncalled for, but once Mr. Crypton pushed the button that made the humanoid being to life, humanity starts to change.

Days, weeks and years have passed and since the glorious announcement of the VOCAdroids, people who are requesting to have and manipulate one to their will increased, resulting to mass production of the VOCAdroids, until most of the people, even the simpler ones can get a hold of one. The humanoids are treated very much the same as humans, if not more precious, even to this day. Being a VOCAdroid one might say that you are lucky to have been created to this world, because your music is sacred and should be taken care of, some are even given names and if you had one as a humanoid, then you really must be special to your master.

However, not all VOCAdroids are lucky to have been to this world.

Cold and crisp wind blew past the whole city and white snow covered the streets and city lamps. It is definitely not a night to wander around, especially if you're a VOCAdroid. Machines tend to force close if not treated to the right temperature, though it is not unusual to find one in the streets, or the MALdroids, short for Malfunctioned VOCAdroid. Ever since the mass production of VOCAdroids happened and because of the high demand of the people, The Company tends to overlook the quality or behavioral check of those VOCAdroids. Leading to the unintentional creation of the MALdroids. Unlike their good counterparts, some MALdroids do not have the ability to sing well, while others do not have a very desirable attitude towards their masters, or the person who purchased them, resulting in them not being wanted by the person who purchased them and throwing them away. A way to 'kill' or inactivate the humanoids is to incinerate it, a more cruel but swift way, or to leave it in the freezing cold so its machine will malfunction and eventually force shut down. The latter is such the fate Model100801 of 2135 is experiencing. He was just recently thrown away, because of his refusal to sing and claiming that he hates to sing.

"Haaa…."

He exhaled a fogged breath, indicating how cold it was outside. Although humanoids do not feel the temperature, they can tell with how their engines are working inside of them. He can feel his insides degrading; his short lived life is about to end in such a horrible and cruel way. He was one of those few VOCAdroids who does not want to be ruled in their life but has unfortunate people buying them.

He limped to wherever his remaining leg engine takes him. He can feel his air input-output engine hanging onto only a thread of life, his sensory input is beginning to malfunction too, making him unable to feel, hear, see, smell and taste anything. He's lucky that the brain engine is made thicker and more stable than the rest, it made him distracted with his fate somehow, even by just a tiny bit.

His leg engine is about to give up with how hard it is to walk, and it is visibly showing with how much wobbling his legs are making. Hands with red nail polish grabbed a hold of the nearest post to be able to balance the humanoid. The MALdroid then dragged himself to the nearest alley, with what his sight sensory could tell him. If he's going to die, he should at least dispose of himself properly without troubling the humans.

Once the MALdroid was able to settle himself in the alley, he took out one long pained breath. He supposed that he only has a few more minutes left to live. Tired ruby eyes stared at the brick wall of the alleyway, closing them now would mean his death. He wants to close them now, but he thinks that his hearing sensory engine is still giving him false hope; he's hearing shuffling of feet at a near distance, and a voice so near yet distant. It makes him want to sing for that voice, but all was too late, he let his eyes close and feel the last touch of coldness drop on his skin as it started to snow.


"Merry Christmas!"

"Momoi-san!"

The woman in question grinned when her victim gave her a slight glare when she sneakily grabbed both of the male's shoulders and shouted a greeting to his ears. 'Slight' because the teen that has fallen victim to Momoi's greeting whims cannot bring himself to fully glare at a girl. Thin frame twists around so that he's now facing the hyperactive girl.

"Christmas is still a month from now, Momoi-san…"

The girl's smile widened even further as she sat besides the blue headed teen

"But Tetsu-kun, I won't be able to greet most of you on the actual Christmas month!"

The aforementioned teen raised an eyebrow at what his friend said

"Why won't you?"

Momoi only gave a little giggle at this. She scooted over closer to Kuroko's ear to whisper to him.

"I have a vacation with Riko~"

This only caused the blue head to be more confused. When Momoi retracted herself from the thrown off teen, she has this smug look on her face.

"Ri…ko?"

Kuroko titled his head when he felt the name come out of his mouth. It was foreign to him, in his small group of friends, Momoi was always the one so open that she told him everything, every little detail about her life, that's why when she mentioned a new name, Kuroko cannot quite grasp it.

"My very own VOCAdroid! I got her just 3 months ago, she's such a sweet one!~"

Kuroko has known of the VOCAdroids since young, but he has no particular interest in them. If he wants to make music, then he'll just have to play the piano himself and sing a song he composed. Plus, he's perfectly fine being alone and not needing constant company of another being.

"Nee, Tetsu-kun?"

Kuroko snapped from his thoughts as his name was called. The both of them are sitting on a snow covered bench, it had been snowing ever since he got out of the house and that was a few hours ago. The snow did not let up till now. Winter is really harsh this time around.

"Yes, Momoi-san?"

The pink haired girl had her eyes set upon a distance, but the smile on her face never cease.

"It's good to have company you know?"

Kuroko knows what Momoi is implying and his eyebrows scrunched together at that.

"Momoi-san—"

"You need someone to look after you and be with you!"

The girl besides Kuroko suddenly outbursts. She now has both her hands on either shoulder of the blue head, her eyes holding that look that made Kuroko want to obey the pink haired girl, a bewildered look is definitely on his face right now.

"In a few years, Dai-chan will have less time with you because of his patrol, Kagamin won't be seeing you much seeing as he will become a fireman, Mukkun will be busy with their family business being passed down to him, Midorin will be a full fledge doctor sometime next year and considering his skill, he must be one of those sought after doctors, and me, I will leave the country to pursue my career, and all of us has a VOCAdroid to keep us company and bless us with their music!"

She has a concerned look in her eyes, it made Kuroko look away. He knows that he'll be alone completely again with his friends being out of reach with all of their careers, and then there's him, a composer and pianist who most people overlook with all those VOCAdroids taking his place as a music icon.

Kuroko gently pried Momoi's hands from his shoulders before standing up.

"You know that a VOCAdroid is the least I want to have as company."

With those words, Kuroko turned his heel and started walking away from the bench while muting out Momoi's call of his name.

When he was far enough from Momoi, he took a look around. He was only walking aimlessly just so he could avoid more talks regarding the topic of him being alone. When he did, he only saw an unsightly scene unfold before him. VOCAdroids were all over the place. Most of them were with their owners, happily going out on a winter night, while some are degrading abandoned MALdroids. Somehow, he can sympathize with those unwanted humanoids. They were made to sing and unconditionally love music like any other VOCAdroids, but the issue is that their owners do not know how to be satisfied with the product. Like a new born baby, The Company does not make their products all the same, and they would also not show the people what model they would get when they buy in the store that is why it would be a surprise on what they will turn out once they are in your care. If the person does not want a certain feature, they would discard of the VOCAdroid and get a new one, hence making the unwanted VOCAdroid become a sickly MALdroid instead, who only has a few more minutes left to live. Making the MALdroid be something akin to an abandoned child who won't be adopted because he has a dangerous disease.

Kuroko decided to duck his head low and not meet any wandering eyes, hoping that he'll get away from the jealousy he felt for the VOCAdroids or the pity that he felt for the MALdroids. He once again walked aimlessly around, not feeling up on going back to his home where he is the only resident.

Kuroko's feet led him to an abandoned alleyway. He looked at the entrance but he can't seem to see the end of the alley, maybe this is a dead end? But how would he know? After all, the fog is ruining his eyesight. Kuroko decided to walk in the alley and see how things will go.

The blue head then saw the exit as he walked further in the alley, at the same time; he saw a body limping towards the alley. With the looks of it, the owner of the body must be hurting. Kuroko acted on impulse and ran towards the hurting body.

"HEY!"

When Kuroko neared the 'person' he noticed how it wasn't a person at all. It was a MALdroid with the model number that is engraved on the humanoid's left cheek. Model numbers are only gone if the VOCAdroids are given a name, making them more humanlike. The human knows that he should not associate himself with a dying humanoid and just leave him be, but when he was running towards the body, he saw how those ruby eyes looked at him and just told him to 'take me home'.

Without much thinking, Kuroko lifted the much out cold body with a slight difficulty with how the machines inside are heavy duty. Kuroko might not know much about machines, but he's sure as hell knows how to defrost the freezer of his refrigerator.

A/N First of all, I would like to say sorry to Crypton Future Media and Yamaha Corp. for using their company names like that—it's just that, they are the ones which made the vocaloids popular and just- :v

Secondly… this was supposed to be a oneshot though—but then again as you can see…

P.S. I would not focus on this much, I just want to get this idea off my head for a while… so please bear with me.