(Author's Notes)
Hi everyone, and welcome to my second fanfic ever! Oh gosh I'm really nervous about posting this since it's been so long... but here goes!
Anyways, I'm huuuge Vocaloid fan and, being a lolita myself fashion-wise, my favorite is Mayu! So this story is going to center around her and some of my other favorites. The main characters are going to be Mayu, VY2 Yuma, and Kaito, with SeeU and SeeWoo also playing big roles. I want others to appear as well so if you have any suggestions please let me know~ I hope this isn't too awful, since I had a lot of fun coming up with everyone's personality.
I apologize for the first chapter being kinda of short too, but I hope you enjoy it anyways! Please keep in mind that this might get a tad spooky sometimes. :3
Yuma played idly with a strand of his pale pink hair, wondering vaguely why he had even dyed it that color in first place. In all truthfulness though, he was only trying to distract himself as he stared up at the barren ceiling of his bedroom. Yuma had never felt so totally aggravated in all his teenage life - today had been hell.
That Meiko was such a bitch, he decided as sat up from his messy bed, the whole situation running through his mind for the fourth time since he'd gotten home from school that day. He was pretty well known as the school's delinquent, and for the most part his class mates avoided him like the plague. The few who tried to mess with him ended up with a whimper and a black eye the next day. And that's the way he liked it. One of those said victims of his temper, however, had been Meiko's cousin; Meito. The brunette had never forgiven him and today had been the day that she'd exacted her poisonous revenge. He gritted his teeth. It had been once. Just ONCE that he had given the school's sweetheart, Miku Hatsune a small smile in passing - but that was more than enough for Meiko. She had gone all out; staging a fake love letter and even getting Miku and her other friends to show up when she flaunted it in front of the whole school during lunch. He hadn't been present at the time, else he definitely would have thrown some punches, but that hadn't stopped him from hearing about it from pretty much every giggling student at school. It had been a low blow to his reputation, and more than that (though these feelings would never escape the inner workings of his mind) he felt hurt. Either way though, he knew some revenge was in order. However, that could wait. For now he needed some fresh air to cool his nerves.
He took a deep breath of the crisp fall air as he locked up his little apartment, relief instantly flooding through his body. He quickly shoved his keys into the pocket of his black pants, tromping down the outdoor stairs that led to the ground floor two at a time as the cool air gently brushed against his pale skin. He had lived on his own for a few years now, his parents having kicked him out of the house a while back. The sun intruded on his reverie though and left him squinting a bit as he stepped out onto the street. He definitely lived in the bad part of town, and though he had to keep his wits about him, he still found these walks quite refreshing. Luckily, no one took any notice of him as he walked through the sunset ridden streets. He took the long way to the local convenience store and entered through the automatic doors about half an hour after he had set out. The fluorescent lights somehow seemed glaring as he moved about the aisles, picking out a few snacks to get him through the night. After making his selections he lazily strolled up to the counter to pay for his items. After all, he may have been violent but stealing left a bad taste in his mouth. Just as he set the various snacks and drinks down on the counter, the lights flicked out into nonexistence. Just like that. Akin to a curtain dropping on the stage with a loud "thump!". Darkness had already fallen outside and the little store was left with an unsettling lack of light. Yuma froze, a bit confused. Why had the lights gone out? Where was the clerk? He turned around, and feeling rather annoyed called out for the clerk. But just as the words left his lips the lights, with a painful flickering and buzzing noise, came back on and blanketed the store in light that may have been just a bit too bright. Blinking a bit as his yellow eyes adjusted to the brightness, he was more than a little shocked to find the familiar features of one his classmates staring at him, the boy's face merely an inch from his own.
"What the hell Mikuo?!" Yuma growled, taking a step back. He was about to shove the tealette when he noticed the skinny guy looked gaunt, his whole body trembling as he clutched something to his chest. Now that he thought about it, Mikuo had been absent for a few days now - what had happened to him? Suddenly, Mikuo shoved something into Yuma's arms.
"I have to get rid of her…!" He half whispered, half moaned before turning tail and running full speed out of the store. Yuma scoffed. What a weirdo. He looked down at what he was now holding, finding that it was, of all things, a cream colored rabbit plush with a microphone protruding from the top of it's head. It had big, red buttons for it's eyes and was dressed in a little ruffly black caplet. Before he could really even process this strangeness though, the clerk spoke up from behind the counter.
"Sorry about the lights sir, are you ready to check out?" Yuma turned, nodding. Feeling very confused he paid for his items and left the store. Yuma thought about ditching the weird rabbit in the street on his way home, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to. Despite himself he was a bit curious. And so he rather unceremoniously gripped the rabbit by the ears and swung it around as he walked home, bemusement dancing in his eyes. What a day.
It was something about it's eyes, Yuma decided as he stared down at the strange stuffed animal. Yawning, he tore his own eyes away from the rabbit and looked over at the clock on his night stand. It was getting on towards midnight and he figured it was about time to catch some shut eye. Wait - was that a giggle he just heard? It was faint but had the characteristics of chinking glass - high and pretty. Annoyed, he banged on the wall, a clear sign to his neighbors to keep it down. He had already taken a shower so he quickly brushed his teeth and flopped down on the bed, burying himself in the blankets to keep the cool night air from touching his skin. Sighing, the pink haired teen closed his eyes and let his mind drift through various revenge plots. He had many options after all.
It was then, just as he began to fall asleep, that the singing began. The voice was clearly female, and excessively angelic despite the sadness that poured from her voice. Yuma wondered vaguely if he was dreaming as he opened his eyes, his vision hazy. As his eyes focused he saw a figure standing in the corner of his room. He couldn't help but stare as the melodious words left her pink lips - she was strikingly beautiful. She was very short and petite, and her skin was so pale that it almost looked… translucent? Her eyes were closed, but he could see even from his position that her eyelashes were long and sooty. Her small hand was raised over her chest as she sang, her frilly black dress waving in an unearthly wind. Her hair was very pale as well, and reached down to her knees, with each lock curling into perfect little rainbow waves. All in all she had an almost child like beauty to her, though he could assume she was in her teens. Clearly alarmed, Yuma decided that he absolutely must be dreaming. There was simply no way some drop-dead gorgeous girl broke into his house in the middle of the night and started singing in his bedroom. There was absolutely no way.
Suddenly, the ethereal song ended and her eyes snapped open with an unnatural stiffness. Her eyes were golden in color, but they shone maliciously in the dark; like some unholy creature crawled behind her skull. Yuma was frozen, watching her carefully as his heart rate picked up. Was this a nightmare? Slowly, and with each step dainty and light, she walked over to him, a strange smile curved over her glossed lips. When she reached him, she bent over the teen, her strangely cold breath tickling his face. Yuma couldn't move; it felt like someone was sitting on his chest and leaving him breathless. Her smile widened and her fingers gingerly grasped a few strands of his pastel hair.
"You don't have to worry anymore. I'm going to take care of everything." She said in her melodious voice, though her lip motions and voice seemed out of sync. And just like that she disappeared into thin air. And then everything went black.