Author's Notes: So begins the odd adventures of Kamui Gakupo, our favorite Virtual Samurai. This story will chronicle his rise to fame. The other Vocaloids and UTAUloids will eventually appear in this story : Kurosaki Akira is the "Master" in this story, or the owner of the Vocaloids, and in this case, their inventor. He's my OC. As well as this, there are several Japanese honorifics utilized in this story, so if you have any questions, PM me. Special Thanks to Curlscat for Betareading this story. Please, read, review, and enjoy! Thank you. -ThinkChimerical
A Gentleman and a Samurai
A Kamui Gakupo Fanfiction
Chapter One: The Wayward Warrior
It was an exquisitely idiotic idea to slam straight into the crackling electric sign. But, Kamui Gakupo, who valued honor over common sense, did it anyways. He let out a fierce battle cry as he jumped off the rooftop, angling himself towards the adjacent building. He looked extremely majestic in the dying light, with a serene look upon his effeminate face, and his long purple hair streaming out like a feather behind him.
At least, he did until he smacked into his target. At that point he looked like a bug on windshield, twenty-two feet above the ground.
Gakupo hit the sign at seventeen miles per hour, which was painful enough, but the zap that came with it was even worse, a burst of sharp agony. He felt the charge zip from his face to his feet, interfering with his circuitry for a fraction of a second. That was enough. His thoughts instantly fragmented into billions of lines of code, making his head spin, and dispelling his animus far into the atmosphere.
There was an upside, however, to being a tangible computer program.
Somewhere, a little more than ten miles away, Kurosaki Akira, better known as Akii-san to his friends, and Master-P to his fans, noticed the failure on his monitor, and waited for his creation's back-up restoration program to run. If the test failed, he would have to spend a little over six months to reprogram the basic functions of Gakupo's ersatz frontal lobe, and another four finessing the finer parts of his personality.
Fortunately for the pair of them, the restoration program kicked in, and rapidly rebuilt the damaged system. When Gakupo's animus rejoined his body, he found himself flat on his back in the middle of the street, sparks swimming in his eyes. Around him, a crowd had started to cluster, and above him, a holographic box glowed, question marks swirling all over its sides.
"Touch it," commanded Akira's voice in Gakupo's head. "It's a present." No matter how far away his creation was, Akira could always hijack his brain and speak to him. Gakupo winced at his creator's unwelcome intrusion, but still stretched his hand heavenwards, and pressed his fingers to the semi tangible box.
A flash of light, and then, trumpeting celebratory music. An energetic, high- pitched voice announced:
"Congratulations! You've just unlocked UTAUloid Kasane Teto!"
Gakupo let out a grunt of disappointment and let his arm flop back on the pavement as he watched a vaguely humanoid figure form, pixel by pixel.
Teto's hair was pink, with drill-like pigtails flouncing off each side, and her face somewhat puckish. At the moment, a clearly annoyed look was plastered onto it.
"Well, you sure took your time, didn't you, Gaku-baka? You really are quite stupid, aren't you? Clearly that sign was electrified, and, when you hit it, you clearly would've had been killed. All you really needed to do was throw an eggplant about your size at the sign, and-ping! I would've been rescued."
She placed her hands on her hip, and glared down at him.
Gakupo closed his eyes for a brief second, and sighed. Then he muttered: "I only did this for Fujioka-san, you ungrateful little drill-head."
Teto's annoyance melted into rage.
"What did you call me, eggplant freak?!" she shrieked, pulling at her curls, almost as if she wanted to emphasize them. Gakupo, clutching his head in pain, sat upright, and desperately tried to regain his composure.
"I beg your pardon, Kasane-san. My hard-drive is a little scrambled after the electrocution. My wits must not be all in order."
Teto sniffed, still slightly irritated. "It must be, or you would've never insulted my beautiful curls."
"Indeed, they are lovely, Kasane-san. I apologize for giving you any inconvenience. Please give my regards to Fujioka-san. Perhaps next time she will not be so careless as to lose you in the energy space."
"I hope so," said Teto, returning to her normally cheerful demeanor. "That way you won't shake any more of your few remaining circuits loose. Thank you, Gakupo-san. See you around."
And with that, she pushed through the large crowd surrounding them, and skipped away, leaving Gakupo in the midst of the mob.
At least now my debt to Fujioka-san is repaid, thought Gakupo gloomily. Now I just have to deal with these people.
"Are you alright, miss?" asked a middle-aged man, hesitatingly bending down to offer him a hand.
I AM NOT A WOMAN! Gakupo mentally screamed, but he let the man help him up anyways.
"Thank you, kind sir. I am perfectly fine," He said, in his deep, somewhat nasally voice.
The man flushed as he realized his mistake, then bowed politely.
"Ah. Forgive me."
"It is perfectly alright." Said Gakupo, pitching his voice higher, trying to save some face. He would've done anything, anything to make the man feel unembarrassed and to get the curious people to leave. Even pretend he was a girl. He bowed to the crowd, trying his best to cover his face with his hair as he did so. Hopefully, they wouldn't be able to identify him later, in case any word of this reached the press. "Sorry for the inconvenience," he apologized, before pushing through the crowd. He had people to see and places to go. Particularly a girl who worked in a maid café.
A/N: Oooh, who is Gakupo going to go see at a maid cafe? (Hint: It's a Vocaloid.) Bonus points and virtual cookies for any one who guesses correctly!
