Author's Note: A random idea I got that I just had to write down. I was actually talking to my friend Kouta-Chan (of The Super Twins) when she unintentionally gave me this idea. It's funny because our conversation literally had nothing whatsoever to do with the plot. XP

Thank you so much K-Chan for giving me the idea! This story wouldn't exist if not for you. Thanks for always being such a great friend!

Disclaimer: I don't own Vocaloid. Never have, never will.

-Ray

What time is it?

No, really. What time is it? What's the date? The year?

I don't know. I really, truly don't know.

I see all of it. Every moment. Everything that was, is, and will ever be.

Is this how God sees? Does God see every minute of everything through time? The lives of billions upon billions of people through thousands of years? All at once?

I can't take it. I can't, can't take it. I only want to see one time, and one life. My time. My life. Not your great-grandfather's life. Not your life. Not your great-great-granddaughter's life. I just want to see my life. Why can't I see my own life?

I'm not normal. I see things no one else should ever see, and I can't control it. What I wouldn't give for it to stop. My visions attack me all the time, and there's nothing I can do to stop them. Please, make it stop.

I sit in the corner of my white room. I have been here my entire life. What else would anyone do with a girl who sees many times at once? My visions make me crazy, therefore I am locked away in this prison. Am I insane? I assume so. Anyone who spent a day seeing what I always see will go crazy. No doubt about it.

All of it continues on. From the beginning of time to the end of the world. I can see it, and I want it to stop. There are times when my visions fade away, but then they come back and stay strong for hours. Why can't they just stop?

It goes on and on. Each day passes by, but for me years and years go through before my eyes. I don't know what year I live in. I don't know how long I've been having these visions. Then one day, it happens.

My visions are fading in and out. One second I'm in my white room, the next I'm witnessing World War III. Then I notice her standing before me. Yellow hair. Piercing gold eyes. A mischievous smirk. I don't know her. Is she here before me? Or is she another vision?

The strange girl holds out her hand. "Come on," she says to me. "We don't have much time, so I suggest we get going."

I don't know what to do. Many times I have thought someone was talking to me, but it was really someone I didn't see in my visions that the person was talking to. I take her hand and am surprised to feel her fleshy warmth. She has to be real, or else I wouldn't be able to touch her.

"Where are we going?" I ask, standing up.

"Away from here," she answers. "Now hurry!"

She pulls me along as she breaks into a run. I try to keep up with her, but I haven't ran before. I do my best to stay by her heels, but I feel as if I could fall over any minute. "Who . . . who are you?" I gasp.

"Running now, introductions later," she answers.

I try to keep up with her. Her yellow hair flies behind her, flowing like the silky ribbons the girls I have once Seen wore. It's hard to run. One moment I'm running with her, the next I'm running through the battlefield of the bloody war that has yet to happen. A soldier is behead right in front of me. I scream so loudly that I think I have strained my vocal cords.

"Quiet," she hisses. "We need to get out of here now, and your screaming won't help us if it ends up attracting attention."

"But he's dead!" I wail. "I know him. I had visions of him. He had a wife and two kids. Now they have to grow up without their father. No, they'll die without their father! They day the next day in a bombing incident! Stop! STOP! I don't want to see how the world ends!" My sobs continue to grow. "I can't take it anymore!"

I feel myself stop running. Where is the yellow haired girl? "I didn't want to do this," her voice says, "but you left me no choice." My visions of war slowly fade away. By the time I'm not seeing visions anymore I see the yellow haired girl stab a syringe in my neck.

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It's dark. It's very, very dark. Is this another vision? Perhaps this is the world before God created light. I always wanted to witness the Earth's creation. Maybe I already have. I see too many visions for my mind to process so I don't really remember most of my visions. If this isn't a vision, then why is it dark? Even in my sleep I have visions, so this darkness doesn't make sense.

"Hey," a voice calls out to me. "Are you okay?"

I force open my heavy eyelids. Before me is the yellowed hair girl. Her lips are turned down in a small, sad frown, and her eyes are full of concern. She must be worried.

"You . . . ," I whisper slowly. "Who are you?"

The girl with the yellow hair smiles in relief. "Name's Neru," she replies. "Neru Akita. And if I'm not mistaken, you're Haku Yowane."

I bolt up in surprise at her confident statement. "How do you know my name?" I fearfully ask. We are in a desolate place. A desert of some sorts. There is a wall behind her, but other than that there is nothing but sand in sight. I am lying on the ground, and Neru stands over me. I don't like her looking down on me. I sit up and pull my knees to my chest. It's quiet out here. Wait . . . I just realize something. I haven't been seeing anything except one life and timeline. Mine. . . . "And how come I'm not having visions?"

The yellow haired girl - Neru - smiles sweetly at me. "I know your name because I'm an old friend of yours. You always had visions whenever I was around, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you don't remember me. As for your visions, well you can thank me for that. You know the meds the doctors were always giving you?"

"The ones to surpess my visions?" I shakingly ask.

"The ones to increase your visions," she corrects me. "The stuff I gave you acts as a suppressant, countering what those doctors gave you."

"Why . . . why would they want to increase my visions?" I ask, fear crawling up my spine and causing my body to tremble.

Neru puts a hand on my shoulder to steady me. "Because they're scared of you," is her answer.

"Scared?" I question. "Of me? Why would they be scared?"

"Because you have potential," Neru replies. "If you were given the chance to learn how to control your visions - without medication - you would have eventually been able to see the past, present, or future of anyone you chose. Nobody wants anyone to have that kind of power over them."

"So it is possible for me to learn to control my visions?" I ask, half to her and half to myself. I look at my palms. My skin is dark in color. Olive, I think it's called. My fingers are long and skinny, and my wrists seem to be too thin for my hands. I am surprised to see a drop of water fall into my palm, but when I look up there are no rain clouds in the sky. Oh, that's right. I'm crying. I have only ever cried during moments of intense visions, but to cry when all is peaceful . . .

"Hey," Neru calmly says as she wraps her arms around me. Resting her chin on my left shoulder, Neru whispers into my ear "Don't worry, everything's going to be okay. I got you now."

I lose it. I break into a marathon of sobs, and the tears stream out of my eyes like waterfalls. I am free. I am safe. And I'm not alone.

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"What is this place?" I ask Neru when we come across a tall building that's shape reminds me of an egg.

"Headquarters," Neru answers. "They can tell you all you need to know about your psychic ability, and how to learn to control it."

Tears again swell my eyes. I have had various visions on our way here, all I wish to not have seen, but they are not as bad as they where when I was in that psych ward. Nowhere near that close. I suppose the drugs they have always gave me really were causing such intense visions. I guess I should have noticed it sooner. My visions were not bad when I was given my medication, but not long after I took the drugs did my visions take over. I wish I had noticed that sooner, but the visions didn't really leave room in my mind to think.

"This way," Neru encourages as she walks ahead of me.

I follow not too far behind, my hands shaking as they grip the collar of my shirt. Neru enters a passcode that opens the metallic doors, and we are meet by a guest of the building's cold air. I wrap my arms around myself and shiver from the sudden breeze.

Neru wraps a warm hand around my forearm and leads me inside. "Don't be scared," she smiles. "Everything's going to be okay."

I nod as a response. I follow Neru through the building, my bare feet nearly slipping on the polished floor once or twice. We pass the desk in which a lady types on a keyboard. All the woman does is look at Neru before going back to her typing. She must have been expecting Neru or else she would have said something.

We walk down white hallways before the scene in front of me changes. There are two girls, one with blonde hair and the other with turquoise, and a blond boy who looks exactly like the blonde girl. The three of them are in a bare white room. The blonde girl leans against a wall, tilting her head so that it rests on her right shoulder. The turquoise hair girl sits in a corner on the opposite side of the room, sobbing into her hands. The boy kneels next to the sobbing girl and wraps an arm around her in an attempt to comfort her.

"We-we're going to die, aren't we?" the turquoise haired girl sobs.

"Yep," the blonde girl answers, eyes - her empty, empty eyes - looking off into the non-existent distance.

"Rin," the boy scolds, "don't talk like that."

The girl - Rin - replies, "Why not? We are going to die. We have outlived our use, so why would they keep us alive?" She faces the boy, her eyes looking without seeing. "Why, Len?"

Len purses his lips in frustration. He wants to argue, but has nothing to say. He is not denying their upcoming deaths.

"Rin's right," the other girl says quietly. "They don't need a Mood Controller, or a Telekinetic, or even a Seer. They have plenty of Mood Controllers and Telekinetics around here. We were only kept alive because of Rin."

"And now they have a new Seer," Rin said. "A better Seer. I should have seen her coming."

"Nobody blames you, Rin," Len says.

Rin closes her foggy eyes. "You may not, but I do. It was my job to keep the both of you safe, and I failed."

"You didn't fail us," the girl says reassuringly. "You did all that you could, and we love you for it."

Rin smiles. "Thank you, Miku."

"Haku? Haku? Haku?!"

"What?" I gasp when my visions fades.

"You okay?" Neru asks me.

"Oh, uh, I'm fine," I quickly answer, despite the questions buzzing in my head. Who were those people? Was I seeing the past? Present? Future? Why does that vision make me feel like I should be wary?

"Did you have another vision?" Neru asks. I nod as an answer. "Was it scary?"

I want to say "yes" because of the nature of the vision, but I also want to say "no" because there was no violence like some of my visions have. I settle with an answer that fits in the middle. "Kind of."

Neru frowns as her brow furrows in concern. "Don't worry," she reassures me, "soon enough you will learn how to control your visions and keep them from coming."

As she pulls me forward down another set of hallways, all I can think is I hope so.

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"Mr. Akaito, sir," Neru calls as she knocks on a large, wooden door.

"Who is it?" a voice on the other side asks.

"It's Neru, sir," Neru answers. "I brought someone you might be interested in."

Interested in? I am not sure how to take that statement.

"Well why didn't you say so before?" the voice responds. The door is swung open, and sitting at the desk across the room is a man with blood red hair and eyes. He is dressed in a nice suit that I'm sure costs more than a year's supply of the food I was fed in the institute, and the chairs in his office are what I remember from some of my visions being called leather. His name, Akaito Shion, is engraved in gold on a nameplate on his desk. One things is for sure: He has money.

"Hello, Mr. Akaito," Neru greets as she walks inside. Noticing my hesitation, Neru waves for me to come forward. When I am standing next to her, Neru places both of her hands on my shoulders and says, "This is my friend Haku, the one I have been telling you about."

Neru was telling this man about me?

"Ah, Haku," he says my name with a purr. "Neru has been telling me so much about you." He chuckles. "Don't worry, everything she said was good. She actually spoke highly of you."

Neru seems to be blushing as she says, "I wasn't talking that highly of her. I was only telling you what a great friend she was to me even though she was plagued by her uncontrollable visions."

A knot of guilt ties itself in my stomach. Neru says that I was such a good friend to her, yet I can't remember a thing about her. I was usually under the influence of vision increasing drugs, so my memory of my own life is scattered and torn. I am lucky to remember my own name. It wasn't until Neru told me what my last name is did I remember.

"Visions?" Akaito questions. "What kind of questions?"

I swallow despite my dry mouth. "All kinds of visions. Of the past, present, and future. Many lives of those who lived centuries ago, and many lives of those whose grandparents aren't even born yet. I have seen war, peace, murder, and even weddings. I don't think there's a single thing I haven't seen."

"Really?" Akaito's eyes seem to light up. "Very interesting indeed. Neru here can only see the future."

I look at Neru in complete surprise. "You can See visions, too?" I ask.

Neru sheepishly looks down. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I was only focusing on getting you here. I was going to tell you eventually."

"Did you . . . ," I hesitate before I try again. "Did you see me?"

Neru smiles in embarrassment. "Yes, lots of times. After Mr. Akaito's men rescued me, I used to see visions of you all the time so that I could know how were doing. You always looked so afraid and alone, so one day I told Mr. Akaito about you in hopes that he would let me save you. I had to see your future more and more before I could actually go, that way I could get you out the best way possible. I timed it so that I could rescue you when your drugs were wearing off, that way getting you here wouldn't have been too hard. I'm sorry if I invaded your privacy."

"No, it's okay," I say to her. "You saved me, and for that I will be forever grateful." Neru smiles as a response.

"Now that you're here," Akaito says, "we will be certain to take care of you. You will be given a room to sleep in, good food to eat, clothes to wear, and a shower to bathe. Neru shall teach you how to use your psychic powers, and when you have learned to control them you will be given a job. You may stay here as long as you're learning, but after that you have to work. This is not a charity, so I expect you to work for your place."

Makes sense enough. I don't want to freeload, so giving something in return for so much generosity only makes sense. "Okay, I agree," I say.

Akaito smiles ear to ear. "I knew you would."

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"This is the day, isn't it?" Miku asks as she pulls her knees to her chest. "We're going to die today, aren't we?"

"No we won't," Len says weakly, but still determiningly.

"Yes we will," Rin says. "I have tried to See our future. We have none. We are as good as dead."

"Ye of little faith," Len says quietly.

Loud footsteps are heard outside the door. The sound grows louder and louder until stopping entirely. A new sound is then made. One that sounds like the jingle of keys in a lock.

"They're here!" Miku cries out as she buries her face into her knees.

"They won't be taking us," Len says with confidence.

The door then opens, revealing two large, muscular men. They begin to approach the three teens, but suddenly they are thrown up against the roof. After crash landing on the floor, they are again thrown against the wall. Neither of them were touched the whole time.

"Miku, let's go!" Len says as he grabs Rin's hand and begins pulling her out the door. Miku quickly follows and takes a hold of Rin's other hand.

"What did you do, Len Kagamine?" Rin asks as she ran with the two.

"Those men aren't psychics," Len answers. "It was easy to surprise them with my telekinesis."

"Wh-why would they send non-psychic men to get us?" Miku asks.

"Because they weren't expecting my powers to work," Len answers. "They were putting ability suppressant drugs in our food and water, so they thought they could send normal men after us."

"So that explains why you weren't eating and drinking!" Rin exclaims. "I assumed you were hoping to die of thirst before they executed us."

"Fat chance," Len replies. "I noticed that the food smelt and tasted weird, so I knew what they were trying to do to us."

"Smart, I wish I had figured that out so I could know why I couldn't see visions," Rin says as the trio continues to run through the never ending halls.

Wait . . . I know those halls! They are running through this very building! Is this the past? The future? Or am I dreaming of what's happening while I sleep?

"If you knew," Miku began, "then why didn't you tell us?"

"I wanted to," Len says, "but I couldn't risk being overheard."

The group finally makes it into the lobby. They head for the doors but stop when a flower pot crashes in front of them.

"Going somewhere?" a man's voice asks.

The three turn around, and standing before them, with an evil look on his face, is Akaito Shion.

I bolt upright in my bed. I knew what I saw was a vision. I had never dreamed before so there was nothing else that could be. Akaito wants those kids dead, but the answer is unsure. Why does he want them dead?

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It has been nearly three months since I had arrived here, and only two nights since I had that vision. Akaito has been so nice. He is polite, thoughtful, and Neru looks up to him. Why would he - how could he - want those three dead?

That girl with the short blonde hair, who the others called Rin, said that they have outlived their use. Is that happens to us here when we are no longer deemed useful? We just . . . die? If we're not useful then we are executed? The concept is both simple and difficult to grasp.

"Haku," Neru says as we sit at a lunchroom table, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I half-heartedly mumble. "Why?"

"You seem so . . . distant," Neru responds. "And you have barely touched your eggs. Did you sleep well last night?"

"I slept well," I say. I can't tell Neru my vision. Can't, can't, can't. How would she react? Would she be okay? I can't burden her like this. I have to handle this on my own.

"If you say so," Neru says, somewhat unsure. Perking up, Neru says, "You're doing really well with learning to control your visions, you know? Akaito even thinks you can be ready to work for him soon. I told him you need a little more time, but I'm certain you can do it."

I smile at how confident she is with my abilities. Steeling myself, I ask the one question I have yet to ask, and have recently developed a fear of asking. "So what kind of work would I be doing for Mr. Akaito?"

Neru shrugs as if the question I asked has nowhere near the meaning I thought it had. "Simple stuff, really. Seeing which stocks to invest in will be bring in the biggest profit, if proposed deals will really be worth it, and - now this is a weird one - seeing where certain people are on specific dates."

I raise an eyebrow at that last one. "'Seeing where certain people are on specific dates'? Why would he want to know stuff like that?"

Neru bounces a shoulder up and down as she puts a forkful of scrambled eggs into her mouth. "Beats me. Maybe Mr. Akaito wants to know where they are so he knows where to send his men so he can make an offer. It's a good idea, really. Why send someone out to offer a deal and risk them not being there when you can have your own personal Seer tell when and where they will be exactly?"

Even I couldn't deny that being a good idea, but with my vision still fresh in my memory I don't find that statement readily believable. I almost decide to just drop it, but I risk asking one more question. "Who was the last person he asked you to look for and on what date?"

Neru hums as she sorts through her memory for an answer. "Gakupo Kamui on June 8th. That was about a week ago. He was at the beach with his fiancée Luka Megurine."

"And you saw that with ease?" I ask.

Neru laughs. "Of course," she answers. "He asked me on the 5th, and I can see the future super easily. Do you doubt my abilities?"

"No, just jealous," I say. Not that I had a reason to be jealous. I can see the past, and Neru can't. When I get the chance, I'm going to look into that and see what exactly Akaito wanted to know that information for.

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I sit on my bed, my knees tucked under me. I have learned to See whatever I want to see. It's only visions that come unexpectedly I can't control, but they don't come as often as they used to. I close my eyes and focus. I don't have to close my eyes in order to see a vision, but the practice does help me focus.

It takes half a minute, but I eventually see what I wanted to see. A purple haired man who had to be Gakupo Kamui was at the beach with a beautiful pinkette. Sure, all seemed peaceful, but I had to see more than what Neru watched. I have to see what Akaito wanted to know this information for.

After roughly twenty minutes of watching, I nearly give up. What stops me from ending the vision is a man slipping a black device into the woman's bag when no one was watching. It continue to watch for another five minutes, and as the couple begins to leave the beach there is an explosion that blows them to smithereens.

I gasp as I jerk out of the visions. Akaito wanted to know where Mr. Kamui was so he could have him assassinated. But . . . why would he want someone dead? And does Neru know she's being used for such a despicable act? She's in a meeting with him right now, hence why I'm left alone in my room. I close my eyes again and focus on her present. I have yet to be able to call the present whenever I will it, but I have to try.

Eventually I'm in Akaito's office, and sitting across from him at his desk is Neru. I seem to have caught them in mid-conversation.

". . . improved a lot since I rescued her," Neru says happily. Is she talking about me?

"I am not surprised," Akaito responds. "She's a fast learner, as I have observed. She also used to be so scared of everything, but not so much since she arrived."

"Well not being plagued by visions twenty-four seven helps," Neru quietly responds. "I was on visions increasing drugs, too, and since my psychic abilities weren't as bad as hers my medication wasn't as strong. I can only imagine what poor Haku went through." So they are talking about me.

"She has seemed to have healed now," Akaito says.

"No," Neru shakes her head, "we don't heal from those experiences. We learn to live with them."

"I see," Akaito mumbles. "How did it feel to go back to the place that once contained you?"

Neru stiffens at the very mention of it. "Horrible. Terribly horrible. However, it felt good to stick the blade into that one doctor's back. To kill someone who once caused me pain felt . . . nice." I nearly break the vision at her confession. Neru killed somebody? She killed one of the psych wards doctors?

Akaito has a scared look on his face. "Please tell me Haku didn't see the body."

Neru shook her head. "It wouldn't matter if she did," Neru said. "Haku was having visions of World War III when we escaped. I had to inject her with the calming serum you gave me. She was overdosed, so I had to literally drag her out."

"Sorry about that," Akaito apologized. "We didn't know her height and weight at the time, so no one was sure how much would be enough."

"It's okay," Neru smiles. "Haku is out now. She's free. Do I have any reason to be upset?"

Does the boss you admire hiring an assassin to kill the people he had you See visions of count? I wish I could have asked her.

Akaito smiles at Neru as if she were the most darling thing in the world. "Not at all. Now let's bring Haku in. I want to talk with her."

I snap out of my vision the second those words leave his mouth. He may have Neru fooled, but I know he's up to something. Just what, exactly?

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Neru cheerfully tells me of Akaito's wish to see me and happily leads me to his office. She doesn't know what he's doing, and I don't have the heart to tell her. For right now, ignorance will be best for Neru.

"We're here~," Neru sings as she and I enter the office.

Akaito looks up at greets us with a pleasant smile. "Yes you are," he says. "Neru, may I talk to Haku alone, please?"

"Okay," Neru replies as she turns on her heel and leaves. She gives me an encouraging smile, which I return with an uncertain one. I should appear happy for her sake, but I can't find it within me to feign joy.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" I say as politely as I can. I sure hope to God that Akaito isn't a Mood Controller so he can't sense how scared or uneasy I am. Or worst yet, a Mind Reader. I would be so screwed.

"I have wanted to talk to you about your job," Akaito says. "Neru says you have learned to control your visions rather well. Is this true?"

"Yes, sir," I answer honestly.

"Wonderful," he seems impressed. "I know you're still not a master at your own ability, but you have been taken well care of here for the past three months, so now it's time for you to do your part in this company."

"What exactly is this company?" I ask before my mind has time to process what I'm saying.

Akaito grins. "Taking an interest, I see. This company is here to help those of us with psychic abilities. We find them, teach them who they are, and help them find a place in this world. Simple as that."

"Then why do you need Neru to tell you which stocks to invest in?" I ask, deciding to keep quiet about the rest.

"We're practically a non-profit profit organization, Haku," Akaito says. "If it weren't for her, we would have gone out of work a long time ago."

I tightly press my lips together. I want to believe him. I so badly want to believe him. However, those visions I had of those kids - the very ones he wants dead - is all the proof I need that I shouldn't. I can't trust him. I just can't. "What do you want me for?" I ask. "You have Neru as your Seer, so what use will I be to you?"

"You see," he begins, "Neru can only see a month into the future as the farthest. You, however, you have seen the end of the world." I flinch at how he says that like it's a good thing. The end of the world and the events leading up to it are the worst visions I have ever seen, and I would do anything to get rid of the memory. "What year does the world end, Haku?" Akaito asks.

I shrug. "I don't know," I honestly answer. "I didn't catch a glimpse of any newspapers." Akaito shakes it off, acting like he never really cared. "Now what makes me so unique compared to Neru?" I ask again.

"You can see further into the future than she can," he answers. "Neru may be able to tell me what stocks will do well this month and which ones won't, but she can't tell which ones are best in the long run."

"So you use are talents in order to make money?" I bluntly conclude.

"So people like you don't get sent to psych wards all for being different, yes," he says. "Trust me, Haku, you won't regret using your talents here."

I give him a smile hoping it tells him I agree, but deep down I know I don't believe anything he says.

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I toss and turn on my bed, the sheets twisting and turning as they wrap around my body. I need to know what Akaito is up to, but how? I snap up when the realization hits me. I could see a vision of him. It's as easy as that.

I rip off the blankets threatening to strangle me and take deep breaths to steady my heart rate. I'm not sure what time I should look into, but any time is better than no time. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and concentrate.

"Haku!" I hear Neru shout.

I snap open my eyes and see her standing at my door. She has her hand over her heart as she clutches the fabric. She's panicking.

"Neru, what's wrong?" I ask, worry filling every tissue of my body.

She shakes her head in fear.

"Neru," I say sternly, "tell me."

Neru takes a deep breath. When she answers, it's almost a shout. "We're under attack!"