The Choice I Made
Chapter One: The Choice I Made That Day
Beginning A/N:
Hi there, my readers! I should probably mention two things. One: there will be lots of swearing, dark concepts, and even deaths throughout this story, so if you don't like those, then look elsewhere.
Two: the first chapter may seem kinda lacking in content, and it leaves some stuff out, but all of that will be explained in flashbacks and character/plot development. Flashbacks and time-skips are pretty common in this story, so, yet again, if you don't like those, you can look elsewhere.
Okay, I think that just about covers it! For those of you who stuck around despite the things I've told you about, have a fun read!
August 31st, 2073
My name is Akita Neru. When I was ten, my parents were killed in action, defending the city to their last breath against the cruelest beings on the planet... At the time, I didn't know how dangerous the Vocaloids were, and I vowed to do anything within my power to wipe out the Vocaloids once and for all.
May 12th, 2067
"Neru, I'm sorry… you're parents…" the man at my door apologized.
"I already know. I saw it happen."
"What?"
"I saw it while I was asleep last night." I said tonelessly.
"You mean… you had a vision?" the man asked, in complete disbelief.
"Yes. My grandparents also had this power before they were killed… accused of being Vocaloids. I suppose you plan to kill me as well now."
"No, this is a great opportunity. Just out of curiosity, would you like a chance at destroying the Vocaloids?"
"You plan to make me a project… solely because I already have power?" I asked, feigning wariness.
"You're quite perceptive. Well, I know this is a hard decision, but I need you to make a choice. There are two choices. You can cower behind the crumbling walls of the last human city on the planet, or… you can fight for our freedom… against the Vocaloids. Which do you choose?"
"Need you even ask?" A devilish grin spread across my face. "I'm going to wipe out every last one of them."
Hours later, I was in what appeared to be a hospital room, but I knew better. This was the Rebirthing Headquarters. The place where normal people were "Reborn" as Projects, the soldiers that defended the last shreds of humanity from the Vocaloids.
A man came in the room, telling me to follow him. When I got up, I immediately got an earsplitting headache, falling back into the chair.
"Are you all right?!"
In an instant, I found myself outside the gates of the city, staring a beautiful Vocaloid with short, light green hair straight in the face. She was holding some kind of futuristic looking gun, pointing it right at me. Oddly enough, I felt no fear, only an unbearable pain in my chest. I looked down to find a small hole, no more than a millimeter thick, just centimeters from my heart.
Then, just as quickly as it came, the vision faded, leaving me staring at the man in front of me.
"I'm fine. I presume you've heard of my ability? It just activated."
"Oh, your visions? I see! What did you envision?"
"It's best that you not know," I said darkly.
"Ah, a vision of a Vocaloid, I presume?"
"Yes… sir."
"Well, I'm sorry you had to envision something like that right after this horrific chain of events. Why don't you come with me so we can get the process started? My name is Chael, by the way."
"Yes, let's go."
The room was filled with all sorts of machines, one having needles all over the human-shaped indentation. I assumed that this one in particular was going to be used on me to make me into a project. I shuddered, thinking of what all the other projects had to go through to get their powers.
"You know, I have a kid just like you. She's been turned into a project as well, and is currently fighting on the front lines as a captain of the third division of the resistance force! I'm sure you're destined to be as great as she is!" the doctor said, trying to ease my nerves.
It didn't work. If anything, his loud demeanor made me more nervous.
"Don't worry, those trinkets are obsolete now. You will be undergoing a much more advanced process. I must warn you, you will be the second and last one to go through this version, as we only have enough of this particular DNA type left to do it once. This is your last chance to back out, and I won't blame you if you do," Chael said, taking notice of my unease.
This made me feel a little better, knowing I wouldn't have to deal with any needles.
"Never. I'll never give in to some experiment, however dangerous it may be. If I'm going to die, it will be at the hands of the Vocaloid empress herself!"
"Well said! Now, are you afraid of needles?"
Shit, I spoke too soon.
"A little, but I won't let anything stand in my way," I said with conviction.
A lie. I was deathly afraid of needles. The man seemed to have already figured this out, secretly signaling to me that it would be over quickly, and that I had no reason for alarm.
How in the hell does he know my father's secret signal language?
"Well then, here goes!" the man said, quickly pulling out a needle filled with golden liquid and piercing… my heart.
It was painful, but I held in my screams. Once he was finished injecting the liquid, I felt something… change from within me.
Suddenly, the ground started to shake, and a hole erupted from the ground. Out crawled a Vocaloid grunt, looking like an actual robot instead of a beautiful human like the high ranking Vocaloids did.
Immediately after it appeared, a giant spike jutted from its arm and stretched until it impaled Chael. "I… impossible… Neru… run!" and with that, the kind and clever Chael slumped onto the spike, the light vanishing from his eyes forever.
When a second one aimed for me, however, some kind of invisible force blocked it from reaching me, keeping the spike exactly two and a half meters away.
I smirked devilishly, slowly walking towards it. As I walked, the elongated spike disintegrated against the invisible force protecting me.
"You bastards killed my parents… I'll never forgive you for that!"
I sprinted up to it, and as soon as I got it within the distance of my force, it disintegrated until there wasn't even a trace of its existence.
"Yes, yes! With this power, I can do it! I can destroy the Vocaloids! Nothing will stand in my way! Hehehe… AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" I screamed to the world, letting it know of my ambitions.
August 31st, 2073
Now, six years later, I've finally learned to control my abilities, and I've even taken it to the next level. I just got clearance for my first trip to the outside… to fight the Vocaloids.
"Are you ready, Akita-san?" my best friend, Hanako Ayame asked me, even though she already knew the answer.
Ayame looked, to put it simply, absolutely awe-inducing. She had lustrous white hair that came down to her waist, stunning violet eyes, and a shapely figure that all girls, me included, dreamt of having.
If I had her figure, then Dell would be all over me.
Ayame was the only one who could top me in hand-to-hand combat, and I was much faster than her, which made it even more humiliating that I couldn't beat her. However, I sorely outclassed her in the ability control test, scoring at the top of the class.
"I was bred to fight these things! Hell yes!" I said, pumping my fist in the air.
We stood at the gate to the outside world, none of us sure what would await us.
A red-haired man named Akaito, one of the generals of the Vocaloid resistance army, walked up to all of us and boomed, "All right, everyone, listen up! You're here because you chose to be! You chose the righteous path, the path to human restoration! You are heroes!
"You are not obligated to destroy the entire Vocaloid race before you come back! You're only obligation is to fight with courage, and return home safe! Now, off you go, my prized team!"
"Sir yes sir!"
And out the door we marched.
As soon as we made it outside, I saw something that made my blood run cold.
Just as I had seen six years ago, a beautiful girl with short, light green hair stood before me, a gun pointed at my chest.
A/N:
KABOOM! I got a new story out, and hopefully I can get this one off the ground well enough to keep going!
Get ready for a long- $$ed authors note, guys! Be warned, almost everything in it is necessary to read if you want to understand the plot.
Within the six year time skip, Neru cut her hair to shoulder length and dyed it black, just to let you know of her appearance change, which will be a plot point in continuation of the non-flashback part of this chapter. Sorry to say, we won't get to that part yet. Instead, you guys get the in between throughout the next couple of chapters.
You might think that having the Vocaloids be the enemies is wrong, but I wanted people to see a new take on the world known as Vocaloid, and I thought this would be a good way to make it happen.
And yeah, I know that you may think having the Vocaloids as bad guys, yet still having Neru be a good guy is hypocritical, but let me make one thing clear: NERU ISN'T A VOCALOID. Neru is a fanloid, (a fan made Vocaloid, meaning she doesn't have a voice bank either) and Akaito is a genderbend, so I think he can be a good guy as well.
Oh, and don't waste your breath looking for Hanako Ayame, (if you thought she was a fanloid) as she's just an OC I pulled out of my $$.
Oh, and this is a YURI story, just like all my other stories. (All two of them, lol.)
If you guys are okay with learning the background of this world, then I'll tell you about it, but be warned, it has a few minor spoilers. (This will help the readers make sense of this world, but at the same time it does have some spoilers.) You have been warned.
Here goes nothing.
Fifty years prior to the current time, mankind perfected (it was developed long before then) the AI, or Artificial Intelligence. The humans thought the AI to be harmless, and so they gave it a program that let it develop and evolve on its own.
The first thing the newly completed AI accomplished was to create a voice for itself, making people redub it the Vocaloid, solely because of how beautiful the voice was. The AI was forced to sing for the humans' pleasure, resulting in the Vocaloid developing mild emotions. Once it voiced its agitation, the humans stopped forcing it to sing, and made worldwide laws that prevented the creation of another Vocaloid, something they had forgotten to do.
The second thing the Vocaloid did was duplicate its program. This caused mankind to grow concerned.
The third thing they did was to create humanoid bodies and load their programs into them. This caused further alarm in the human race.
When one was secretly captured and dissected, it was found that the Vocaloids had stored weapons in their vessels... weapons powerful enough to dominate all human life.
Once the Vocaloids found out about their brethren's capture, they waged war on humans, destroying half of the population in under a month. The remaining humans went into hiding until they could make weapons strong enough to combat the Vocaloids, who were now numbering in the billions. The Vocaloids began to find the human settlements, destroying them one by one until only one remained.
Then, forty years after the first Vocaloid was created, they found a meteor containing what seemed to be DNA from an alien race. They experimented with the DNA, finding it had the ability to combine itself with other types of DNA to strengthen them. They began experimenting, first on insects, then animals, then slowly working up to humans. The humans that were experimented on were called Projects, and were held in high regards, but only if they were deemed successful. If they were deemed failures, they were euthanized.
The first generation of these new Projects were deployed outside of the last remaining human settlement to fight the Vocaloids. The result was disastrous. Still, the humans kept trying.
Our story starts with the eighth (though Neru is a seventh) generation projects and their fight to abolish the Vocaloids from existence.
All right, that's it! Now it's time for the disclaimer!
I don't own any of the Vocaloids I used/am using/will use in this story!