Yay, first upload! Woo, and all that other crap. Heh. Alright, so this will be a Vocaloid story based on several different songs - Return to Zero, Ooze Out, Black Rock Shooter, and a little bit of Weekday(Cloudy). This is pretty much my own twisted invention, and is only loosely based on the songs. Enjoy, and please harshly critique it, I don't mind~
Prologue
Yowane Haku - Fortune Teller. She could tell a completely accurate fortune for up to twelve years into the future for the price of only five dollars. At least, that was what the sign on the tent read. Considering the shady part of town in which the carnival was located, and the fact that she worked for said traveling carnival, the actuality in this was probably slim.
But anything's possible.
That is what three men tried to convince themselves as they stepped into the tent, glancing warily behind them at the sleek black limo waiting in the road.
The inside of this tent was dimly lit by a few candles around a table in the center, traditional of a fortune teller. Surprisingly enough, no milky crystal ball sat on a pedestal in the center of the table. What did sift on the table was a tall, thin woman that was apparently Yowane Haku. She was clothed in a pitch black Kimono with purple trim that almost exactly matched the backdrop of tent behind her. Her hair, long and silvery, was tied by a large black and purple striped bow that must have been at least twice the width of the woman. Her eyes were a deep ruby, and although she appeared to be smiling in the dim light, it looked as though she was only smiling with her mouth, for a deep sadness penetrated the smile through her eyes.
She slid off the table to stand before the three men. "Hello there," she said in a low, gentle voice. "I assume you came to have your fotune told?" Without waiting for the men to answer, she swept her hand over the table. "Sit down."
The three glanced at each other suspiciously, then crouched around the table. Haku shook her head. "I can't read all three of your fortunes at once."
"You're only reading mine," said the man in the middle. He had long black hair pulled into thin spikes at the back of his head. "The other two are my bodyguards."
"Alright then," Haku seemed satisfied with this answer. She sat on her end of the table on a large, dark red cushion, placed both hands on the table, and stared straight ahead at the man. "Is there something specific you wish to know? Any particular year?"
"Yes," he replied smoothly. "I want to know what year the war will end, which side will win, and how."
Haku smirked. "A man who knows exactly what he wants, I see. Very well then." She took the man's right hand and placed it in the center of the table with her hand on top of it. Her eyes closed for several seconds, then snapped open. They were solid white, and glowed faintly in the dim light. At the same time, her long silvery hair began to flow around her in a non existing wind. The whole effect was rather impressive, but it did not prove whether or not she was a fraud. After all, with technology being what it was these days, it could simply be effects.
"In seven years, the end of the war will come," she said in a voice that was, if possible, even more calm than her normal tone. "It will end, but the outcome at this time is impossible to forsee. It is shifting continuously - now one side, now another. This is something that will not be decided until the time when it happens."
The man made to pull back, thoroughly disappointed. Haku gripped his hand tighter, however, forcing him to stay in place. "But what I can see is how the war will be ended. Whichever side may see victory will only claim it through the power of the one known as the Black Rock Shooter. The power to control the Black Rock Shooter currently rests in the power of a young girl who has not yet taken a side in this war."
"Who is this girl?" the man asked, leaning forward, eagerly awaiting the answer.
"A girl of twelve years, with long green hair...she is called Miku," Haku answered.
"And what if she were to die?" he persisted.
"The war would be decided on strength alone, as the Black Rock Shooter would not be called."
"Thank you. That's all we needed to know," the man said, pulling his hand off the table at last.
"You're very welcome," Haku answered as her hair fell back into place and her eyes re-assumed their original color. "That will be ten dollars, please."
"Ten?" the man cried, standing up and glaring at her. "The sign said five dollars!"
"Well," Haku said, examining one lavender-nailed hand, "That's what you get for asking extra questions in the middle of the session! Pay up."
The man dug ten dollars out of his pocket, grumbling openly. Haku placed them on the table and smiled at the men, a smile that once again was performed only with her mouth.
"Oh, and just in case you think I'm a fraud," Haku said as the men turned to go. "The one on the left better watch out."
The men frowned at her, then exited the tent.
"What a load of crap," one of the bodyguards said mornfully, scraping at the dirt with his shoe. "She didn't even tell us which side of the war is going to win!"
"Who the hell is the Black Rock Shooter anyway?" said the other.
"I don't know," the man said, striding towards the limo. "And what did she mean, the one on the left...?" His voice trailed off as a car came flying down the road out of nowhere, smashing into the bodyguard standing on the left side of his limo. The car raced down the street and out of sight as the man's body was thrown into the air, and landed back on the pavement with a sickening crunch.
Several long seconds passed, in which the two remaining men simply stared down at the body. Then, at the same moment, both jumped into the car as it sped away, leaving the body on the side of the highway.