I think I like writing fanfics based off of songs. Yeah this fanfic is based off of the awesome song 'Letter Song' by doriko. It's so calming and peaceful, I literally fall asleep everyday listening to this song and it always calms me down whenever I'm mad.

Anyways, I'm not planning on making this a long story. To be honest, I'm actually thinking of making it just a few chapters, but don't take my word. Because once I start a story, it just gets crazier and crazier until it just loses its meaning. I'm expecting that this is going to happen to this one...

But then again, I'm doing this because I'm bored, but I should be asleep. It's 11:00 pm where I am right now, BTW. And I actually wonder what people think I my writing, so I'm only going to continue this when I get at least one measly review.

So here goes nothing...

Miku's POV

"Argh," I grunt as I hefted the heavy boxes up the last few steps of the staircase, "Almost there." I mutter to the person standing right behind me.

"Oof! Why does your attic have to be so far away?"

After 10 minutes of grunting, moaning, complaining, sighing, and cursing, my friend and I managed to get the last box up into the attic.

"Finally!" My friend, IA, gives off a sigh of relief as she flops on the nearest couch, "I'm so glad that's over with. Seriously, your house needs to be cleaned properly. It's completely filled with shit, especially the storage places."

"Thanks for all your help IA," I say (I decided to ignore her last sentence) while I play with one of my teal pigtails, "I couldn't have done it without you."

She shrugs nonchalantly, "Hey, anything for a friend."

"If that's the case, could you help me with the garage?" My garage is the messiest place in the house and IA knows it. I know she's probably going to say no, but I really don't want to clean it up alone.

She sighs and runs her hand though her silky, long pale pink hair and then gives me a look with her icy blue eyes, "How many times do I have to tell you to clean your house year-round? Not just for spring cleaning?"

"Is that a yes?" I ask. I try giving off Bambi eyes which is a strange look for a 16-year-old, "Please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

IA rolls her eyes, "Miku, you're not getting anywhere with that look, but fine. I'll help."

"Yea!" I cheer like a 6-year-old and run off, "Come on IA!"

She sighs but follows me, "Why do I even bother..."

Spring cleaning! The worst 'holiday' possible (It's a holiday because IA made it a holiday a few months ago) because I'm a messy 16-year-old named Miku Hatsune. According to IA, I'm messy because I'm rather immature and slightly demanding, though I don't get how being messy fits in with being immature and demanding. But according to my other and nicer friends, I'm cute because I have big, aqua blue eyes, but I don't get how that makes me cute...

"Miku, if you continue to walk like that, you're going to end up in the hospital," IA's voice crashes my train of thought.

"Eh? What-OUCH!" I scream as I hit my head against the doorway to the garage. This train just exploded babe.

"Told ya, you could have gotten a concussion. Of course that's not my fault because I warned you and I can't do anything about it," IA says completely ignoring my groaning and moaning, "Miku if you just stopped being so careless and stupid, stuff like this wouldn't ever happen-"

"IA," I say, trying to get her to stop talking.

"But then again, this place is filled with dangers. The floor is covered with legos and other hazards...seriously. How can you live in such a dangerous place? I wouldn't be able to-" IA continues to rant.

"Ehem," I clear my throat.

"If I lived in this house, this place would be the perfect place for everything. It would be safe, secure, clean, and-"

"EHEM!" I say loudly, "I little help here?"

"Oh yeah," IA helps me up with her usual, "You're so stupid."

"I get that a lot," I mutter as I continue walking toward the garage, "From you!"

"Hehe," IA says as she opens the door to the garage, "Ah...the messiest place in the entire world. It takes a true cleaner to clean this place up."

"Shut up the fuck up IA," I mutter as I walk in, "Just help me organize, okay?"

"Whatever," my pink-haired friend grabs a box and begins moving around.

I smile to myself. IA can be really annoying somethings, but she's helpful and a good person to have around.

We begin cleaning the garage in silence, at least I think it is. The entire time the hear quiet tearing noises, then a ruffling noise, then footsteps, and then the cycle repeats. Th entire time, I decide to ignore it, it was probably just my imagination in the first place. Of course it was my imagination, what else could it be-

"Miku!" IA screeches, "Look at this!"

"Eh?" I run over, "What is it?"

"I'm not sure actually, but it sure looks interesting!"

I arrive to find IA sitting on the floor leafing through one of the boxes, "IA," I mutter, "Did you really have to flip through my stuff?"

"Well cleaning was boring, so I just had to look through, but look at all this stuff!" IA pulls out a small teal backpack, "Isn't this adorable? I never knew you had this!"

The backpack is, for some reason, painful. But why?

She continues to dig through, "Oh, Miku. I had no idea you went to Crypton Academy."

"What?" I'm confused, "I never went to that school!"

"You do have their school uniform," She lifts it above her head and examines it from every angle, "That's strange. It doesn't look like this uniform was used. Either that or it wasn't worn often."

Just looking at the uniform makes me feel sick, but I still don't know why.

"Hm...that's it," IA gives a cursory glance at the inside of the box, "The backpack feels like it has something inside."

"IA...don't" I say quietly, too quietly.

She doesn't hear me and opens it. There is nothing inside except for a small bottle with a scrap of parchment inside, "Hm?"

Everything...it hurts...the world begins to spin slowly.

"Miku, MIKU!" She's screaming, but it's faraway and distant.

The last thing I remember was a girl, a girl who looked like IA but wasn't her, standing in front of me with sad eyes.

And...done! Wow, how the ending sucked. That was complete trash right there.

Anyways, please review. Pretty please with a cherry on top?