A/N: First initial fic here, so sorry for any errors in advance. This plot bunny came at me out of nowhere, quite literally, when I was just randomly thinking of what it would be like if a Vocaloid were actually a doll, and not just a program. Then I kept coming up with totally random ideas 'til I finally put it down on paper and started piecing it together. Dates will be added due to the fact that time jumps around a bit.

This will also bear no pairings, though I won't stop you from thinking otherwise/hold it against you or anything xD Some parts may seem a bit leaning towards a pairing, but I think that's really just if you want to see it that way. Again, I can leave this to your own interpritation.

Because our dear Vocaloids come with not much info on their personalities, this will mostly be my interpritation of putting them into a fic. Also, the fan made Vocaloids may or may not make an appearance. It kind of depends on the story, at this point. If they do show up, they'll more than likely be given smaller rolls. (Not to be hating them or anything. I just prefer to use the official Japanese Vocaloids.)

Miku, Rin, Len, Kaito, and Meiko will all be featured.

And with that, let's begin.

"My sister and I, you will recollect, were twins, and you know how subtle are the links which bind two souls which are so closely allied. ~Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventure of the Speckled Band"

V.O.C.A.L.

Rhythm ~ I

The Song of Question

[December, Year of 3085]

It was cold. So cold.

And quiet. The stillness in the air was frightening, though he wasn't sure why.

The boy opened his eyes, but sees nothing. Just darkness. He could barely make out the hand on his arm. The ground he lay upon was hard, though it didn't seem to effect him.

Feeling drained – there was really no better way to describe the sensation – the boy glanced around, realizing a figure was laying a few feet away from him, collapsed to the ground.

No... It can't really be there. Just illusions from the mind, surely.

In the next second, the shadow figure opened its eyes, and stared down at him. He didn't know who it was – or anything about it – but something was vaguely familiar about it. Like he'd seen it there with him all his life, while never once knowing its name.

Those eyes glowed a brilliant shade of blue. Cerulean, maybe? How its eyes illuminated in the darkness made no sense, but the boy didn't really take notice of that.

The figure sat up, although leaning most of its weight on its arms, hunching over.

"L..." It attempted speaking. Though it couldn't seem to make the words come out right.

"L-Leh..."

The boy said nothing, but blinked once, just staring at it. What was there to say? He didn't know exactly what it was, after all. Also didn't know where this was, when this was... Nothing but nothing filled his memory.

"Len..." A femal voice finally emerged from the figure, finally being able to speak cleanly.

The next instant, everything changed. Or maybe nothing had. It was hard to tell; for it was strange to think of how it would have been mere moments ago.

The room lit up, now the boy could see. And it was so clear. The floor was gray, the walls were wood... And he could see the figure clearly, too. He realized it really was a girl.
She had a blank expression across her face. It was most likely the same expression he wore, as well. But of course he couldn't be sure. He finally sat up, in a similar position she was in. Not really able to sit up straight, but able to hold together an okay balance.

"Rin..." The word slipped right through his lips – like somebody else had spoken them.

But there was nobody else here. Just him and her.

"Ah..." He whispered, confused about everything. Anything. Whatever ran through his mind had a question attached to it.

What were they doing here? What was this place? Why was it so...empty? There was nothing else in the room. No windows. No doors. Just a ceiling and floor. What's the purpose of this room? Were they in some sort of danger?

"Do you..." She began, but stopped half-way. The boy couldn't bring himself to form sentences just yet.

And who is she supposed to be? Why was I passed out across from her on the floor? Does she know me? Do I know me?

...He couldn't remember anything. Not even one thing about himself.

Maybe there was just nothing to remember.

"..Know... This..." She stopped once again.

"Place...?" He at last spoke up, finishing her question.

"Well... T-That, too..." Again with the stuttering, the boy thought hazily. "B-B-But I m-meant.... Th... That mus-music."

This cause him to look her in the eye – wondering what she could have possibly meant with that last.

And that's when he heard it, the shrill rhythm of a pulsation. There was no real way to form the sound into words – you could only hear it to know. Again, that feeling of knowing something without knowing it.

"I can--" surprise crossed his face, "–hear it. That rhythm..." He closed his eyes to get a better listen.

Is it... Coming from what I think it is?

Was is really...

...her?

As he looked to her empty cerulean eyes, he could see that the blue danced to the timing of the song.

So... It was her. But how? But why?

"Your eyes..." The girl murmured, pointing a finger gently at his face.

"Eh?"

What about my eyes?

"They... They're glowing..." She finished.

The boy let out a breath which he wasn't aware he'd been holding.

If my eyes are the same... Then at least I shouldn't have to worry about her harming me...

He blinked. Where did that thought come out from? How should I know she isn't some threat to me?

But seeing her there, with that never-changing expression, how could he think that she would be a threat?

"Looks like..." His voice caught in his throat.

"...We're the same..." She finished for him, when he didn't go on.

Whatever and wherever they were, they had each other. They were the only ones there. All the other has.

And they were the same.

Sorry that this is all I have for now. Next chap to come when I can wrte it. It'll make sense as it goes on, don't worry.