WOW. This is my first story for vocaloid. I really, really love KAITO's song. Even if it's old or whatever, I still love it and will forever will.

Disclaimer: ME NO OWN VOCALOID.

The world was now in ruins. Remnants of what the humans had done. Everywhere the blue-haired Vocaloid looked, was the same depressing stark view. He remembered that the land had never always been like this, even if he never once saw the Earth before his creators had laid waste to it.

Days passed,then days turned into weeks, weeks turned to months, months turned to years and eventually Kaito lost track of time. It was all the same for him, he couldn't tell between day and night anymore. Everyday was the same for him, roam around and find shelter from the occasional acid rain, he had learnt his lesson, one time was enough to teach him. He never wanted to feel the tainted water sear through his artificial skin ever again. But he knew his purpose, the reason his creators had made him in the first place, he may not have been he first, and he knew there were many others. But he did what he was meant to do. The only thing that he noticed whenever he opened his mouth, was that he sung, the words didn't come as just words. They were his feelings, coming from the very bottom of his heart.

And he heard his voice echo through the emptiness everyday.

As time passed, Kaito saw the signs of the land's recovering. Hints of blue were showing in the faded grey sky that had looked like the lid of a coffin sealing him in. Small white flowers, with their delicate snowy petals and brightly colored leaves, started sprouting from the long-fruitless soil.

Soon, life began to spread throughout the land. Larger patches of blue were appearing in the ashen skies, the grey clouds were slowly turning white, as white as the flowers that Kaito had first seen. And more of them bloomed, lending their vibrant colors to the dull scene, which had turned brighter. Kaito saw this, he saw it happening before his very eyes, the promise for a new world, and a new land. He had never seen such things before, he felt joy, and a strangely pleasant sliding feeling. But that was not the only thing he felt, he felt the toll of decades of wandering around in the poisonous air had taken on him. He knew he wasn't going to survive very long either.

A few more years went by, Kaito looked up at the beautiful azure sky, not a trace of grey visible. A rainbow had glided past it. Rusted, broken amd worn as he was, he looked out of place in the new world. But he felt as alive as ever. He sang his last song right there,on a bed of soft green grass, and soon he froze, his old heart stopped. But his gaze was forever fixed upon the sky.

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