A/N: Hey there guys! Thanks for checking out Nocturne Melody, a collaboration story between Blazing Groudon and myself (TheDarkKunoichi). We sincerely hope you enjoy reading about our characters' journey as they proceed to discover the mystery within the world of Vocaloid. This chapter is written by Blazing Groudon. Next chapter will be written by me, then so on and so forth.

OCs:

Mark - Blazing Groudon

Hana - TheDarkKunoichi

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, neither Blazing Groudon nor I own Vocaloid.

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Chapter 1 (Blazing Groudon)

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Two seventeen year old teenagers stood in front of a bulletin board, intently reading the latest news in their high school. More specifically, they are looking for club announcements. Mark's eyes darted from one poster to the next, reading every announcement and disregarding the ones he knew they both wouldn't like. Hana was busy typing something on her phone, trusting her best friend to pick a club that will suit their interests.

In order for any student to get into a good college, one had to join a club in order have it show up in their transcripts. It didn't matter the club. They just needed to sign up in one just for the sake of joining a social group.

'Correction,' Mark thought to himself wryly, 'We have to join a club. This isn't by choice.'

This is quite a hassle for both Mark and Hana, as they were both uninterested in joining any group and just prefers to stay at home and hang out. However, the school just had to make it a requirement.

So far, he has not been impressed with any of the clubs he saw. Drama, Dance, and Art club are all too much work, Glee club sounds boring, and lastly, the Sports club and the other clubs are all fully booked since last week. Perhaps some of it was their fault since they purposely held back from searching until the last minute, but now all the good clubs were taken. Mark shook his head in resignation and focused on reading the last announcement on the board. He raised an eyebrow.

"Vocaloid club?" He mouthed in surprise.

The poster read: Introducing the newest club! Are you a fan of Vocaloids? Do you want to spend time with other people talking about your favorite singing androids? Well, look no further than the Vocaloid club! This club is made so that others like you can learn how to sing like Vocaloids, produce creative Vocaloid storylines, talk about their favorite singers like Miku Hatsune, the Kagamine twins, Luka Megurine, and more! Last chance to join is on Monday at 3:30 PM in Room 305!"

'Monday…' he frowned in thought. 'That's today!'

"Hey, Hana? I think I found something."

Mark glanced over at Hana as she turned off her phone at his call. She began taking out her earphones as she read the announcement herself. Her eyes immediately lit up with excitement.

"Wow. I can't believe they actually made a Vocaloid club!" Hana grinned. "I didn't know there are other Vocaloid fans in this school."

"Yeah. Neither do I." Mark shrugged.

"Do you want to check it out? It's straight down the hall anyway."

There was no reason to argue against it. After all, if anything, this club would benefit the both of them, especially since Vocaloid was a common interest between the two teenagers. It might be fun. Besides… most of the clubs are rather boring anyways, Mark added as an afterthought.

Both teenagers turned to the right and began to walk down the hall. However, despite thinking that, Mark couldn't help but feel that something is a tiny bit off. It was rather strange to have a club on a Monday. Most clubs took place in the other days of the week. Mondays were usually a no-no since most of the students have a whole day of classes. Besides, the timing is just too perfect and last minute, as if they waited just for the two of them specifically. Although maybe he was just overthinking it. Besides, clubs are all about fun. The school would not let this club happen if they suspected something was wrong with it.

What's the worst that could happen anyways? Students singing Vocaloid songs to the point where classroom windows get broken? Mark highly doubted that.

The two finally arrived at a wooden door with the numbers '305' engraved into it. Mark raised a fist to knock, but as if on cue, the door suddenly opened, startling him a little bit. Hana let out a small chuckle as Mark shot her an unamused glare. Unfortunately, that didn't cause the intended effect he wanted as Hana looked as though she was trying to hold back another giggle. Both teens turned to look at another teenager in front of them.

"Welcome! You guys are here for the Vocaloid club?"

Mark and Hana exchanged wide-eyed glances at each other as the blue haired boy stood with a smile. Whoever this is, he certainly put a whole lot of effort into cosplaying as Kaito. In fact, it was more like he just ordered a plastic surgery to look like the ice cream loving Vocaloid himself.

Mark immediately felt weirded out. He's not that addicted to Vocaloid that he would permanently alter his features to look exactly like them. Hana looked like she felt the same way judging by how high her eyebrows rose.

"Well, come on in. It's not like we are going to have the club in the hallway."

Great. Not only was this a Kaito fan boy, he was acting like a hotshot already. Mark was already not having a good opinion of the guy. There was something about his tone that just made him annoyed, though saying it aloud would be out of the question. He didn't want to look like some jerk in front of Hana.

The pair of teenagers walked in the empty classroom as the Kaito cosplayer closed the door behind them. The founder of the group then went over to a podium in the middle of the room and gestured for Hana and Mark to take a seat. He crouched behind the stand as he pulled two things out. He stood up so that the two teenagers can take a good look.

He held two juice boxes in his hands, one with the covering of a cartoon orange and the other an apple. Both are rather small since these boxes are usually for children to drink from.

"Juice anyone?"

Did this guy not realize that they're not little kids anymore? High school students do not drink from juice boxes lest they get teased and mocked. Maybe he couldn't afford getting actual juice drinks from the store? Couldn't he just ask for juice from the cafeteria? They did have large amounts of juice drinks anyways so taking one wouldn't be an issue.

Was Mark being too judgmental? Maybe he was being too harsh on the guy. This was the first time they met the Kaito cosplayer so Mark was probably jumping to conclusions too quickly. Hana didn't seem to mind as she plucked an orange cartoon box and began to sip from it. Not wanting to seem ungrateful, Mark did the same with his own apple juice box.

He almost immediately wanted to spit it out. It had a rather pungent taste, almost as though he was drinking some kind of foul spoiled fruit. Trying his best not to look irked, he put down the apple juice. Hana didn't seem to have the same reaction. In fact, it seemed as though the taste was very good in her end. Guess the Kaito cosplayer didn't like Mark that much either.

"Anyway, your name is...?" Mark asked.

"Oh just call me "The Director"."

"The what now?"

Wow. He is really embracing his character. He can't believe this...

"The Director. Come on man, don't tell me you're deaf."

Mark took back what he said earlier. This guy was really acting like a complete jerk.

"Can I have your names?" The Director asked, ignoring Mark's slight glare.

"Sure! My name is Hana and this is Mark." Hana replied brightly, sensing the tension and trying her best to divert The Director's attention away from Mark lest a fight breaks out. "So this club teaches us both to sing like Vocaloids and create Vocaloid stories? Like, in the music videos?"

The Director gave a smile at her enthusiasm and nodded. Mark silently began observing the room while they talked; Hana is more sociable than he is anyways. Eyes roaming, he glanced over to the table near the stand. His eyes filled with confusion. Over on the small table was a black walkie-talkie. Normally, only police officers use the device. Why would the Director have one? Where would he even use it anyways?

"What's with the walkie-talkie?" Mark asked, glancing back at the Director who paused.

"Oh that. That is just for emergencies so if anything happened, I can immediately contact a police officer. You know, better safe than sorry." The Director said; waving his hand unconcernedly like it was a 'no duh' type of question.

What would a Vocaloid club even do that will result in an emergency anyway? Mark's eyes just narrowed in suspicion even more. Hana glanced at him curiously, probably concerned about his strange behavior, but he shook his head. He had to find out more.

"So, what are we going to do now?" Mark tried asking casually.

The Director grinned excitedly, "Well, I am here to persuade you to join the club. I have this sign-up sheet right here, and if you finally decide that you wanted to join, just write your name and signature." He placed a piece of paper on the table in front of them. "In the meantime, I want to introduce you to the Vocaloids. First up, we have the star herself: Miku Hatsune. Well, what can I say about her? She is every boy's dream girlfriend."

Mark immediately snorted when Hana visibly wrinkled her nose. She had always been a hater of Miku, much to his confusion and amusement. He knew she wouldn't share the same opinion that The Director held Miku in. According to her, if Miku is a real person, then she will be one of those snobby girls in movies that let their fame and wealth get into their heads. Bossy, demanding, and prideful are only some of the names that describes the Vocaloid superstar. She is definitely not a kind of dream for anyone. For Mark however, he thinks that Miku is all right. Her music is great, and he occasionally listens to it whenever he's in the mood.

He patiently waited for another proclamation about the 'evil' Miku Hatsune, but when the silence stretched, Mark finally glanced over at his best friend. Hana usually gets fired up whenever Miku is mentioned, loudly stating her own opinion about the most famous Vocaloid, much to the listeners' irritation. However, right now Hana looks tired, her posture slightly slumping in her chair. It was very odd, since Hana is usually cheery and never seems to run out of energy. To see her like this is quite a surprise.

Perhaps because it was a long day? Probably. Mark always felt worn out after a day at school to the point where he would fall asleep in the bus, though he usually makes up for it by staying up late at night. Speaking of which, he felt his eyelids begin to droop as well. Guess it was from his bad habit. He should have known this would eventually come back to bite him.

"Next up, we got Luka. She may not be as popular as Miku but she is still a sweet woman. Where Miku is childish, Luka is more of an adult. She is probably the more mature one out of the Vocaloids. Plus, she is able to entice people to love her, don't you think? Who on earth would not have a crush on Luka after seeing Luka Luka Night Fever Dance?" The Director continued to ramble.

Mark felt like his eyes were beginning to lose focus. Man, he must have stayed up too late yesterday night. Then again, he did have a lot of homework so he wasn't surprised of the consequences. He isn't even listening to the Director talk anymore. He noticed Hana starting to nod off, sleep gently wrapping her in its intimate embrace. In the end, she isn't able to fight it off any longer and finally dozed off.

"Hey, wake up! I am not finished talking!" The Director chided.

Mark was doing his best to stay awake but that was easier said than done. The last thing Mark heard before he drifted off to the dream world was when "The Director" resumed talking about Gumi.

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"The Director" slowly trailed off when he finally noticed the boy doze off. He grinned as he looked at the two passed out teenagers. Going over to his walkie-talkie, he picked it up while he casually glanced outside the classroom window for any bystanders. No one was there, of course. Everything was going according to plan. He quietly cleared his throat before speaking into the device, his wide grin almost audible through the speaker:

"My Queen, I have them. I'll bring them through shortly."


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