I don't own any of the Vocaloids in this, or papiyon's ~amazing~ song Glorious World. I'd love reviews!
She was sitting in a train station.
" With that voice of yours, you could turn a gun into a butterfly..."
" Wow, papa~! Really?"
A woman ran out from the kitchen.
" Don't tell her that! Don't tell her something stupid like that!"
And the next day, Miku's papa died.
" Ah, Hatsune-san, you're here earlier than I expected you to be!" A boy with blue, messy hair in a black hoodie -two yellow stripes down the sides, as she had heard- exclaimed, waving at her. She laughed.
" Shion-san, is that really you? You're skinnier than I thought!" she replied, ecstatic. He hadn't been lying, he hadn't been lying, he had been telling her the truth!
" Pft, did you think I was an otaku or something?" he snickered, strolling up to her. " Anyway, we'd better get going. Stackley-san's already here, and as you know, Megutaka-san already lives around here."
They began walking out of the train station, talking eagerly.
" Isn't Stackley-san from Britain? Did she really come?"
" Yeah, she bought a plane ticket with her allowance."
" How long ago did she get here?"
" Her flight came in this morning at five."
" ...Are we going to go through with it?"
He was quiet for a moment, and she feared he'd say no. All the time on the messageboard, he'd been talking about THIS. She could hear choir music filtering onto the street, and other people talking.
" Yes, definitely."
And he smiled in a way that erased all of Miku's doubts about him.
At the stuffy apartment, their music equipment was set up. They'd all already practiced for it, and were now meeting each other in real life for the first time.
Miriam Stackley was just like Miku had imagined her- reserved, formal, with an uptight posture and a heartmelting smile. She had platinum blonde hair half-way down her back, and ice blue eyes. She was wearing an unbuttoned jean jacket over a black turtleneck sweater.
Gumi Megutaka was a little bit different from what Miku had imagined, but she still fit the bill. She was wearing a bright orange jacket and a green tank top, along with a puffy orange skirt and boots. She reminded Miku of a carrot (her obviously-dyed green hair didn't help this comparison).
Twintails67, the singer; TheMightyBrit, on guitar; CarrotMurderer, with her electric piano; & .:K41t0:., on drums- the four idiots who decided to go ahead and issue themselves a death sentence, seeing each other face-to-face for the first time.
" What song is it gonna be? What song?" Gumi bounced impatiently on the couch, which cuased Miriam to inch away from her. " It's gonna be like Waltz, right? Or something that actually has piano!" Of course, she already knew the name of the song; they all did, and they'd been practicing it and sending each other recordings for months, until now. Now they had perfected it.
" It's gonna be Glorious World, Gumi-tan- didn't you know that?" Miriam snapped. Gumi whirled towards her, throwing her arms up in mock horror.
" The foreigner has shamed my family name! DISGRACE!" she wailed melodramatically, sinking down on the couch, one arm covering her eyes and the other pointed accusingly at Miriam. Miku laughed a little. They acted the way they'd always acted on the message board, constantly playing a comedy act.
" So we'll be assembling our equipment in the Central tomorrow at noon, alright guys? Then we'll give them a show they'll never forget!" Kaito clarified, momentarily drawing Gumi & Miriam's attention.
Gumi suddenly became very solemn.
" I won't let you down, Shion-kun," she confirmed. Miriam & Miku nodded in agreement. He grinned in that lighthearted way that had made Miku feel carefree at the train station.
" Then here are your jackets!"
At morning, Miku woke up and wordlessly changed into casual clothes and the jacket, tucking her hair into the hood surreptitiously. She assembled her microphone stand and stood by the door with it, constantly checking her phone for the time.
11:55.
And with that, she left her small hotel room and headed to the Central.
" What are those teenagers doing?"
" Looks weird."
" Why are they wearing those hoodies?"
" Should we call the police or something?"
" Oooh, I'm gonna stream this on Urbanlife!"
" Looks kind of small for a choir..."
1, 2, 3.
They flipped the on switches and began to play. As they did, the crowd grew- people holding their cell phones up to take pictures, and videos, and to stream it online...
" This music is really cool! I've never heard anything like it!"
" I think I heard something like this on Guerrinet before..."
" Why don't they play stuff like this instead of that lame choir music?"
And then the police started showing up. Miku didn't falter, she would never falter, she just concentrated hard on that single line of dialogue she had memorized so thoroughly-
" With that voice of yours, you could turn a gun into a butterfly..."
She wouldn't let her papa down. She wouldn't let Kaito down. She wouldn't let Miriam down. She wouldn't let Gumi down.
She wouldn't let anyone down.
And as they pointed their guns at her, she sanger louder and louder, and the music overwhelmed everything. She could hear them getting ready to fire.
" On the count of three, take down the guerilla band!" yelled a girl with a her hair pinned down. A girl with short brown hair next to her dropped her gun with a clatter. They didn't notice. Anything that corrupted people's ideas of the world must be wiped out, after all. Miku pressed her lips into a thin, angry line, and then opened them, the words spilling out.
Now expose all your lies;
There's nothing to be afraid of
I feel it might make things easier,
So how about just giving it up already?
She cast off her hoodie with a carefree smile, and laughed happily as the empty-handed leader girl stared at the butterflies floating into the skies.
