I know I have a bunch of other stuff I should be working on right now instead of starting a new story but I just kind of feel distant from most of it. So if you're reading anything else by me, everything but my other two Vocaloid stories are going on hiatus. And I will start working on those again soon.
Anyways, summary pretty much explains what this is. I found this already written in my binder and decide "Eh. Why not?" Quick notes: This is a prologue chapter – Please read authors note at the end to understand how I view this – Phanes is the Greek god for 'new life'.
Life. One word, a perfect fit. We are only supposed to have one, right? Well, except cats. They have nine. Personally, I believe that to just be an old wise tale though.
One life for one person. That's all we get. That's all every living, breathing creature gets. So that's all I should get to, right? Wrong.
I'm "lucky" enough to have twelve. Yes, twelve. Twelve different lives, as twelve different people. "Sounds fun!" you may say. Wrong again. I don't get to choose my lives. Not one of them. Confused? Let me explain.
I was a shallow girl who took my life for granted. Not a care in the world. Did what I want, when I wanted. Strange. Sounds like one of the lives I have now. It's just not fun anymore. It might be because I'm forced to now, while before I did it because I wanted to. It might be because I have learned the error of my ways and don't want to live that kind of life anymore. Eh, probably both.
Anyways, Phanes, the god of life, decided to punish me. When I was sixteen, I got hit by a car. My one life was forever gone. Taken from me. Or so I thought. Phanes just wanted me for his little game. For his pleasure.
Sexual? Well, plenty of guts have told me I was beautiful, then describe me as 'hot' or 'sexy' to their friends after I walk away. Didn't think I could hear them. Cute, really. So you think that's what Phanes meant, right? You're just full of all the wrong answers today.
No, he wanted me as a piece. As a playing piece for a game of his own invention. A twelve sided die he has in his hand. He rolls. Whatever number it lands on decides my life for that day. For that twenty four hours. When twenty four hours are over, he rolls again. Another number, another life. A year now I've had to do this. Funny how the same number is never rolled two days straight.
This is all I'm used for. This is all I am anymore. I'm just a pawn in the game of a fickle god. So welcome, and please enjoy, my Game of Life.
If you know the song, and you know the lives, then I do take requests. I would roll a twelve sided die, but I don't have one, so that probably won't work so well. I just won't do eleven or twelve right now.
As for how this works, the lives Miku lives are lives of already living people. She's like a spirit trapped in that person's body. When a number is rolled, Miku is trapped in the corresponding person's body for one day. She sees through the eyes of that person, but cannot control what they say or do. She can hear the thoughts of that, but the person can't hear Miku's thoughts. Makes sense? If it doesn't make sense to anyone, let me know and I'll try to find another way of putting it. This is just the best I can do at three in the morning.
~hugs n kisses~