Chapter 1 - Good times.
This story is based off ideas from... several sources. Other than the obvious Hatsune Mix, try to guess. I tried not to write in original characters too much (except Miku's mother), and even the other Vocaloids are minor characters. Except MAYBE Rin.
When Miku was born, she had a weak heart. When she was growing up, she couldn't run and play like other children. She couldn't stand for more than a few minutes before she started to go lightheaded. She knew she couldn't live like other people could, and not for as long.
When Miku was eight months old, her father died, leaving her and her mother to live with Miku's grandmother.
When Miku was 4, her grandmother gave her a doll. It was a typical doll, but it gave her comfort to hold. It was an anime-style girl holding a green onion. She would never forget how much it comforted her to talk to the doll, how sad she felt without it. She couldn't begin to imagine the impact that the doll had on her life.
Miku entered school when she was eight, and her treatments had been successful enough for her to be able to stand it. She had been sufficiently homeschooled to enter into third grade with other eight-year-olds. She was made fun of for her small size. She couldn't read as well as everyone else. She kept making the girl next to her sneeze because of her turquoise hair that flew everywhere. It was torture. She began homeschooling again in fourth grade.
When Miku was nine, she was diagnosed with cancer.
"Well, Miss Hatsune, it appears that your daughter won't live for more than a year. Our technologies can't combat this. I offer my sincerest condolences."
Her's mother became violent, started drinking. One night, early on, Miku came out into the living room, hugging her doll to her chest. She saw her mother, and ran into the kitchen, through a doorway to the side, so her mother wouldn't see.
"Why does everyone die? First my husband, then my friend, my sister, my daughter! Why am I the only one who keeps living? It's not fair!"
Miku heard a thunk and went to see her mother asleep on the couch. She kissed her mother's cheek and ran away.
Two months later, Miku's cousins came. She didn't know them well. She and her mother had moved far away to receive treatment for her illness, so she had never seen her cousins, although some of them knew her.
Meiko was the oldest, turning sixteen in a month. She helped Miku to put her hair up in ponytails to keep it out of the way. "And," Meiko said, "It looks better." Miku liked not having hair in her face. She wished that she could go back to school and not have her hair be a problem... if she ever got better.
Kaito was two months younger than Meiko, and best friends with her. Kaito bought everyone ice cream when they heard the truck stopped outside. Miku asked for a strawberry popsicle. It was delicious.
Luka was thirteen. She was strange. But she made dinner (involving tuna in some way or form) for the distraught Hatsunes, and always helped Miku... like an older sister. Older sister Luka.
Rin was the seven-year-old with what Miku thought were bunny ears. Len was her twin brother that hid in the corner. Rin stayed with Miku almost all the time while they visited. They became really close friends. Miku started saying that Len might hide in the corner all the time because he was jealous that Rin didn't play with him. Rin just said he was shy.
They left after two weeks, back to their homes and their lives. Miku wasn't sure if they would remember her. She really, really wished that they would. That they would come play again.
Miku held her doll tighter.
Four months. Miku's tumor was worse. She might not live until her tenth birthday. She cried. She wanted to turn double-digits. She wanted to, if it was the last thing she did. Miku pulled her mother's arm. "Can't they make me better?"
"Sorry, Miku, I'll talk to you later."
Her's mother never answered the question. Miku was mad. Other people with cancer got better. She saw it on TV, which seemed to be all she ever did anymore.
One week. Miku's heart started acting up again. She asked her mother for one favor: "You know the onion my doll has, can I have a real one?"
Four days later, Miku died with the green onion in her hand.
(A 'negi' is commonly mistranslated as a leek. It's a green onion, which my aunt says is a scallion. I'm too lazy to actually look up if they're the same thing.)
DON'T KILL ME FOR KILLING MIKU!
DON'T BE MAD THAT IT WAS SO SHORT!
I'm sorry, I wasn't sure exactly how old Kaito and Meiko are. So it might be off.
Sorry about the bad pacing. I tried not to say the word 'Miku' more than once in a paragraph (thank you, leslie10959).
Review please! I love each and every one who reviews my stories. I love all my readers, too, but I need reviews to keep me writing! Well, I mostly write for myself, but... I WANT REVIEWS!
Otherwise I'll just write and not publish. And you wouldn't like that, would you? ^__^
No, I'm too much of a softie. But I can try, right?
For the record, I previously had the entire story up, but I took it down to revise and update when I fix my terrible writing. I'm sorry.