AruuYuda-ShoriKyuyu: This is inspired by the song "Spiral Game" by Miku, Len, Rin and Luka. The lyrics are so... Fuuu... Heh. And I won't use the Vocaloids' names much in this chapter. You could just guess from the hair colors. Haha. And, oh. This is set in the year 2020. Or whatever year you want. I just prefer thinking of this as the year 2020.

Warning: this chapter is kinda boring. No, it is boring. This is just some sneak-peeks of the main characters' lives. =w= And the fic itself has a future Len x Miku. Yeah. Yay for my Voca-OTP! *shot* And maybe perhaps, a little similar to my "This Cursed Loop" fanfic. Just a little, yeah.

Four teenagers, four different lives.

Four teenagers, one extraordinary game.

Four teenagers – participants.

It was a peaceful city. Prosperous, as well. Futuristic, with efficient technology. The environment, as well, was also taken care of well. It was a perfect place to live in.

The citizens lived normal but ideal, healthy, happy lives.

"I'm off to school. Bye!"

A teal-haired girl kissed her mother goodbye.

"Take care, Miku-dear!"

With that, she ran out of her house, heading to her usual destination – school, stepping on the brick sidewalk, and running freely, her hair fluttering behind her. The spring wind blew. A book on her hand, opening it to where she last left her bookmark, she read the piece of literature, taking in the hidden meanings of the story, interpreting when she could.

Her older brother followed behind seconds later, but he overtook her since he was fast, and his legs were quite longer due to his height. Not that she cared.

Since the institution wasn't that far away, they reached it in a few minutes.

Ahead of them, there was one blonde girl skipping on the sidewalk as she went past the school gates. Another blond – a boy – was close to her, yelling a quite harsh "hey!".

Going past the school gates, the teal-haired girl noticed a pink-haired senior far away talking to a group of students.

It was just them that she took notice of, since just like her and her brother, they had odd hair colors. There were also some others that weren't present, but it wasn't that important to notice them anyways. Also, she didn't know them. Even those whom she looked at.

She waved at her brother, sending a goodbye-message, and ran straight to her own classroom according to her schedule.

Minutes later, the school was flooded by many students, voices and footsteps on the school grounds ringing in the air.

Minutes later, classes commenced, voices of instructors either keeping students alert or asleep, mumblings about difficulty from students, sounds of flipping of papers present in various rooms.

Hours later, it was lunch time. Roars of laughter, clanging of ladles against pots and plates and conversations resounded in the cafeteria.

"Hey Rin, you passed the test last week?"

A blonde girl looked up lazily at her friend – a shaggy, navy blue-haired boy, diverting her attention away from her meal. "You talking about that trash?" she asked rather rudely, emphasizing the last word. "You can call it 'somewhat yes, somewhat no'."

"Borderline, you mean? You neither passed nor failed, eh?"

"Yup."

The navy-haired boy sat down on the seat in front of her and set down his tray. "You're lucky..." He played with the ice cubes in his glass of soda using his straw, swirling it. He put his fist under his chin, sighing. "I totally failed! Thirty outta hundred."

"No way!" the girl exclaimed, nearly jumping off her seat.

"Yes way! It was really terrible! Thanks to my absence in class the whole week before the test, dammit! I was sick with terrible flu, and I couldn't even stand up!"

"Poor you..." the girl said, contorting her face in pity. "What was your dad's reaction?"

"He was totally angry! I'll be the one to wash the dinner plates for a whole month," he sighed.

"Oh, chores. Golly, I hate them," the girl said. She sipped her orange juice from its carton box, making a face of disgust. "But you were freaking sick. How could he be so angry!"

"He's just that. And, you also know how I despise chores, as well." He poked the pasta noodles with his fork.

"But strangely... Come to think of it, if I'm in the mood, I like washing plates..."

"You hypocrite," the boy mumbled mockingly, grinning slightly.

Upon pronouncing those syllables, he earned a whack with an orange fruit from the girl on his head.

"Excuse me, Megurine-san."

A pretty pink-haired girl felt a finger tap her shoulder, asking for her attention. She turned around and gave a smile. "Yes?"

"I would like to ask you a favor, but I think I might be bothering you," the person said, scratching the back of his head.

"Oh, no, I wouldn't, Hiyama-san!"

The boy – a short-haired brunet wearing spectacles – sighed in relief. "I'm very sorry, but would you check the inventory list of the new books in the library? I'm quite busy scheduling the events for the Sports Festival next week..."

Being a Student Council officer was quite tiring, the girl knew. But then, she didn't have anything to do after her current assignment, so she agreed at the President's favor.

"Ah, no problem! And, what time must the checking of the list be finished?"

The boy looked at his watch, strapped around his left wrist. "Three-thirty. You have an hour and a half left. The librarian would be back by that time, and he wants to put them on the shelves immediately upon his return. I think he's just lazy inventorying, but keep that a secret from him," he grinned.

"Don't worry. I also see him like that. It has been his third time requesting to the Council the checking of the list of new books, huh," she chuckled lightly. "Sure, I'll get it done sooner."

"Thank you very much!"

The boy nodded and turned away. The girl looked down at the pile of folders in her arms. She raised them up and mounted them upon the shelf above her.

"More power, Kagamine!"

A harsh intake of oxygen, and a blond, lean and toned boy put his legs against the tiled wall, and he gave a great push, propelling himself through the cold waters of the pool.

Three dolphin-kicks, and he was meters away from his starting point. He swept his arms, down the water, slightly under him, bending his elbows, and swept it sideways, back forward, going back to its straight form, executing a perfect butterfly stroke.

Another two kicks, and a stroke, he was away again.

It only took him a few strokes to reach the end.

Emerging from underwater, he gave a brief hack and breathed to clear his airways. He took off the goggles from his eyes and blinked water out of them.

"Now, that's better. Your training ends for today," a man – the instructor, said, smiling.

"Thank you, Coach Yuma!" the boy grinned. He exited the pool, and went straight to the showers. Finally cleaning himself of the chlorine water, he dressed in his school uniform and kept his swimming apparatus shut inside his designated locker.

Exiting the swimming arena, he waved goodbye back at his coach and as he finally set foot on the school hallways, he stretched.

Being a member of the Sports Club was tiring thanks to the training sessions – he joined it because he could do many things. Joining only one team wouldn't be fun. At least in his current club, he was versatile, and he liked it. He could be put in the basketball team for a match against other schools if the main Basketball Club needed players, he could be a table tennis player, anything. But he was best at basketball and swimming.

Despite the training he underwent, he wasn't tired at all. Yes, being a member of the Club was tiring, but since he enjoyed it, the exhaustion was nothing to him anymore.

Going back to his classroom, he went to his desk and retrieved his own bag, slinging it over his shoulder. He got out of the classroom.

He walked through the hallways not much filled with students and, turning to a corner, found the school shoe-lockers. He opened his own and took out his outdoor black shoes. Taking off his white indoor shoes, he put on his outdoor ones and returned the indoor ones in the locker.

He walked out of the school building, at the school grounds, and past the huge gates.

"Ahh," he breathed out. "At last, I can go home and play video games and read manga and do many more things! Weekend, here I come!" he mentally yelled, physically fist-pumping and grinning. "But I wish Rin wouldn't bother me..."

They didn't know each other, save for the two blonds, who were siblings.

The sky was covered with grey clouds. A slightly cold wind blew, and moderate rain fell over this city. The asphalt roads were dark grey due to how wet they were, and the plants were glistening dark green. Faraway buildings and people walking on the streets, stepping on water puddles, were just hazy silhouettes in one's eyes.

Pitter, patter...

Drip...

In a house, a teal-haired girl leaned against the glass window of her bedroom, which was just close to her own bed, where she was sitting on. She was watching the water droplets slide against the glass – a pretty sight, though simple. She was mentally hosting a droplet-race.

She was looking for an inspiration to draw a rainy scene on paper, and then, after the "race" ended, she reverted back to her activity, picking up her pencil and sketchbook, slowly and carefully forming shapes with light pencil strokes, creating highlights by erasing parts softly.

Forming a beautiful scene, she smiled. She then proceeded to add four little silhouette people – one of them a little more detailed than the rest – in the rain, under their umbrellas, to complete the sweet, rainy town sidewalk scenery.

She sighed in contentment.

After she sighed, she felt a little dizzy. There was a faint hammering on her head. Though she didn't mind it. Perhaps she just lacked sleep due to school, homework, projects and other miscellaneous things.

She stood up to get a glass of water downstairs, exiting her room.

Reaching the staircase, the headache worsened, making her clutch her head. Her eyesight became a little blurry. She must get perhaps some paracetamol as well to go with her water.

Though, going down a single step, her world turned hazy, up to the point it turned grey, to black, to absolutely nothing. A thud and a "H-hey" from her brother behind her, she recognized, was the last thing she heard.

"MIKU!"

AruuYuda-ShoriKyuyu: Yay. Cliffhanger! Reviews, please? I would appreciate it!