VanaN'Ice: ParaNorm Smile "Joker"
Disclaimer: I don't own Vocaloid. Just the story.
A/N: This is my first try with making a Vocaloid fic. This is one of the two fics which are actually two versions of a certain idea. This is version one. I hope you enjoy this piece of work.
Case 1: Start with an Ouch
Footsteps.
The clapping of soles on streets echo in time with the chiming hiss of the rain. Its characteristic muffling would coat the sound of everything else in town.
Heavy gasps.
Her breath left her lips like steam from chimneys and vents. The cold air and the droplets pouring from the sky didn't make her care about her dress or its status, in which she is already in a drenched mess. Her long, aquamarine pigtails are also in that similar state though it swung in motion with her. This only masked the situation.
She was fleeing. Running away from whatever loomed a good distance behind her. Not wanting nor needing to look back, she had one thing resolved in her mind. Don't stop.
Sin, marking the taint in the displacement of flaws. These symbols of error need correction. Everything must come to place.
The empty avenue had only a few things to show; a fence on the very end, a pair of lamps on the top, a set of ladders for the fire escape and some doors. As much as there is a long path to get to, it would take a while to get across the fence.
Stepping out from one of the doors was a man dressed for the rain. A black trench coat covered his shirt and trousers, sheltering it from those drops his umbrella would miss. His cobalt-shaded hair would be a strange contrast to his outfit, not something of his choosing. With the door closing behind him, he began to walk on out of the avenue and towards the main street. Being out on a gloomy day has its ups and downs. For his case, it would be the idea of watching how it falls on the streets and the part where there would be a few walking under this weather. The only thing he hates is when it pours badly. Today is somewhere in the middle.
"Time I get those groceries for the place." He muttered in a sigh as he approached the portion where the main traffic would be. It was his turn with the chore. "Kamui-san's on duty and Len's asleep. Now I have to get those chores done and cover for Len as well."
As he turned to his left, he didn't have a chance to react as something collided on him. The force of it threw him down on the pavement.
The umbrella ended up on the ground like a dish. The young man, trying to get his bearings, found himself soaked...and pinned.
"Eh? What the hell...?" he winced as he planted his hands on the ground to prop himself up.
Resting on his chest was this young woman, her long pigtails pooling down on the wet pavement with strands flayed aside. With how she is placed on top of him, he found this a little too...suggestive. Brushing the thought aside, he tried to talk to her.
"Miss, are you okay?" he asked her. She didn't respond. He tried to shake her with his hands. "Miss, hey..."
No answer.
She's unconscious. He can't believe this was happening to him. He can't leave her like this, not wanting to know what would happen to her if he did. Having no other choice, he picked her up and walked back to his place.
"I can't believe I'll be sidetracked."
"Kaito-san, you're back so soon," the boy muttered without looking at the door as it creaked open. He just got out of his room after a nap, rubbing his short blond hair with his fingers. He was dressed in his white T-shirt and denim shorts reaching his knees, the very clothes he had slept with due to not bothering himself to change out of. Turning to look at him, he ended up with his mouth gaping. "What the hell is this, Kaito-san?"
"Sorry about this, Len." The blue-haired youth laughed sheepishly with his answer. "I can explain."
"Suuuuuuure." Len answered sarcastically while squinting his eyes, "You being wet with a girl in tow? That explains everything..."
Kaito continued walking towards one of the rooms and looked at the boy. "Get some towels and a change of clothes she can use...And prepare something to warm her up."
"So, avoiding the question by ordering me around, eh?" Len snickered as he shook his head. "Use your stuff. You're in your room."
Len walked on towards the kitchen, checking the pantry for ingredients to work with. By now, Kaito is working on finding a change of clothes. Most likely, he's changing her out of those wet pieces of clothing. Wait a second, Kaito inside a room with an unconscious girl? A blush ran to his cheeks when he realized the situation. He can't help but shake his head at the thought.
"Out of the gutter, Len." He muttered to himself as he started stirring the saucepan.
Splashes.
Swift, crisp, clear and unyielding under the shower of the rain… The puddles ripple from the steps made, its waves being hidden by the relentless pouring. Black figures stood under the gloomy weather, their white masks marked with sinister grins as the only expression made. Around ten in number, they began to take action as three of them stepped forward. They raised their arms, slick black matter shaping into sharp slivers as they darted out towards the incoming attacker.
Nimble steps were followed with more splashes as he moved off to a zigzag, dodging every sharp piece while keeping his aim. His eyes were locked on the one at the center. His white Jinbaori fluttered to the speed of his stride, despite the rain. Clasping the scabbard of his katana, he charged for the offense. The trio began to fire another salvo of those black darts at him. Their aim was true, their shots offering no chance for escape as it came in a spread. The purple-haired warrior had no choice. Black slivers met the white figure...
Hitting only a mirage and the raindrops that curtained the surroundings.
Without warning, the warrior appeared before the black figure in the middle of the trio in a close distance. He drew his blade quickly and slashed the enemy twice in such speed and finesse only silver flashes were seen. The masked head and the chest were severed as these fell to the pavement. The other nine began to shift the shape of their arms, turning them into sharp blades. The fight was escalating.
"This is going to take a while to clean up." He whispered as he rushed towards the nearest target on his left. The figure crisscrossed its arms and slashed downward, forming an X. Right at that very moment; he surprised his enemy by jumping. Twirling in the air, the warrior prepared himself in his descent as he landed a downward slash. It swiped cleanly against the black figure, cutting it in half.
The other shades began to rush towards him, three of them closing in on him faster than the rest. The purple-haired warrior dashed towards the one on his left and slashed upward diagonally, landing the blow cleanly as it brought a black fount of smoke to leave the wide cut. He then dashed towards the nearest target, striking with a horizontal slash on its abdomen. Two more down on the list, making it four defeated. It's going well so far.
The remaining six didn't relent as they charged at him in all directions. The one on his right side swung his limb in a slash towards the shoulder. The warrior angled his blade and parried, initiating a quick push while making a crescent cut. The strike took away the arms and the left leg, the being falling to the ground in its dying state. One of the assailants was behind him, ready to attack. Sensing it somehow with peripheral vision, he flipped his katana and made a thrust backward. He caught the assailant squarely by the center of his body. With the other three charging in all at once, he prepared his spirit in initiating this very blow.
The three shades launched themselves towards the lone warrior. In a swift moment, the swordsman pulled his katana from his previous opponent and made a pivot. The katana ran in a fluid motion with his turning, its blade gleaming with a faint purple afterglow, as it sliced through the three bodies in a single motion. The warrior didn't need to face them, knowing its aftermath soon after. Easing up as he stood, he brought his blade to its upright position.
"It is finished." He whispered as he swung the katana downward, ridding any stain on his blade with a fluid sweep before sheathing it. The job for today is over. This was his only thought as he left the vicinity.
Time will not mend every scar we inflicted. Thus, we have given ourselves to bring our efforts in setting things back into order.
"Commander Kasane, area has been cleared."
Red locks of hair glisten before the glow of the computer screen, eyes shielded by a pair of wire-framed glasses. He stared at the display, a satisfied smile making its curve on his lips.
"I see. Good work, Agent Kamui."
"Then I suppose I'm cleared to head off?"
"Not necessarily." He tapped his fingers on the surface of the table. "There is a job request for you three. Come by the headquarters, Miss Yowane will be the one giving you the disk with the information and details you need for this particular mission."
"Very well, sir. I'll come as directed."
With a press of a key, the call was terminated. Letting his chair turn around, he gazed out through the window of his spacious office(which is more of a glass panel). The rain kept on pouring, somehow a bit stronger than it was earlier. Ever since the Agency started, there had been more job requests flowing in while lacking the number of agents to accomplish the task. So far, the trio led by Kamui seemed to have done a lot of missions with remarkable performance. This was his A-Team, his best.
A simple request won't be that hard to handle.
If it was that simple, I would've given it to the other agents. He thought to himself as he watched the city skyline light up for the gloomy day.
The glass door entrance slid open, reacting to the first step made by the purple-haired man. Drenched by the rain, the guards looked at him in a bewildered look, wondering what was going on.
"Having a bad day, sir?" the guard asked.
"Not really," Gakupo smiled as he entered the room. Looking at the enormous lobby that caught his attention, he looked at the guard again and answered politely. "Though I'd wish the rain would stop."
"It's one hell of a downpour, sir."
He walked away after hearing the guard's comment. Taking a left turn, he searched for the part where the lockers are located. One thing he needed was a change of dry clothes and a warm shower. After all, he needs to be presentable and charming before everyone, especially with women. Gakupo entered the locker room and readied to dry himself, giving a few minutes before jumping into the shower to prevent him from catching a cold.
"Now Kaito should be done with the shopping," he said to himself. "Unless he's trapped under the rain."
Silence filled the room as the girl laid soundly on the bed. Kaito began to rummage through his wardrobe for clothes that would cover the young lady. So far, he was blushing madly after covering her with a blanket. Her clothes are already on the dryer, hoping that ti would be done before she wakes up.
"Kaito, calm down." he mumbled to himself, "You're getting the beautiful lady some clothes. No harm done."
Having found a long-sleeved shirt and some shorts on the pile, he sighed as he carried the folded bunch towards the bed. With his eyes going up and down on her sleeping, blanketed form, he began to smirk at how-hold it right there.
Resist temptation, Kaito.
He sighed after mentally slapping himself. Reluctantly, he sat beside her and slowly brought his hand on the hem of the blanket. His pulse began to rise. He knows his only intention is to clothe her. Then again, her skin is so fair and milky. Not to mention her hair had an aquamarine glaze to it. She's pretty, totally irresistable. Wait, what happened to resist temptation?
What the hell.
Kaito reached for the blanket and swept it aside, shirt now on his other hand. He was about to get started with his work until...
He was staring before a pair of teal pools. His azure eyes blinked for a moment, taking in the sparkle of it. What a minute? Teal eyes...?
Oh, hell no!
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
She stared at the image of the city, leaning on the table as she watched how the drops roll over the glass surface of the windows. It calmed her, occupying much of her boredom as minutes passed. For some reason, the agent was taking quite a while to get to her location. Her silver hair flowed down on her back in a ponytail, contrasting her gray blouse. Her lavender tie was placed neatly, making it presentable for her uniform. Coupled with her slacks of the same gray shade, this appearance is how she is at work. From the look on her face, she isn't liking how boredome is dragging her.
"I wonder what's taking him so long?" she thought aloud as she brought a finger to play around with the surface of the disk case.
The door slid open, making the woman turn and smile a bit. Walking inside her office was the person she was waiting for. The man was dressed in a suit, sans the necktie as the collar of the gray dress shirt was loose. A ponytail held his purple hair neatly, strands framing the sides of his face. Wearing a courteous smile, he gave out his apology.
"Pardon me for my tardiness, Miss Yowane." he said gently as he approached her desk. "I cannot present myself in an unpleasant manner, especially if I am fresh from a mission."
The gentle tone of his voice made her skip a bit. It sounded smooth for her that it made her react differently.
"N-no problem, Mr. Kamui." she stammered. "And please, call me Haku."
"Very well, Haku." he answered as he leaned forward, hands planted on the table surface. His face was a bit close that she could smell the fragrance he wore on that day. Haku blushed a bit as he looked at him. "Can I ask you something, if you will?"
She couldn't figure out what else to do at this distance. She can't help notice how strands of his purple hair cover his eye or how handsome he looked up close. A flush of pink tinted her cheeks as she struggled to find words to answer with. "Uh...sure, go ahead."
He's to close...why is my heart beating fast...?
"Well then..." his voice nearly at a hush, he brought his hand to crawl a bit. His fingers brushed against hers as he felt for the disk. This made her jump a bit as he smiled and slowly moved his lips. "What does the Commander have for the three of us? Is...it...hard...?"
She's struggling with composure for a bit although for some reason, she is getting carried away with her answer. "H-he...trusts you...to get the job done...n-nothing fails...under your watch..."
"I see." Gakupo smiled as he pulled back. Putting his hands back on his side, with the left inside the pocket of his trousers, he looked at her and gave a sincere smile. "You need to breathe a bit, Haku."
Haku gave a sigh as she handed the disk over to him. Flustered at what happened, she composed herself and answered quietly. "Here, take this. It has all the information you need about the mission."
"Thank you." the purple-haired gentleman smiled as he placed the disk into his pocket. He started to walk away from the office and reached the door. Upon opening it, he paused and looked back.
"By the way, Haku. You seem to look beautiful today."
The door closed behind him, leaving a flushed and surprised Haku Yowane in the office. A small smile crept her lips, making her utter something under her breath that no one needed to hear.
Frantic screaming.
It was one of the things that filled the room, the other being excuses explaining one's self. Kaito hated this situation. It took him a while to calm her down, having to suffer with a pair of cheeks red with her painful slaps. Fortunately, Kaito managed to explain his case, that he wanted to give her a fresh set of clothes because the ones she wore were soaked and are being dried elsewhere. That did calm her down a bit and he had to turn around, not wanting to peek while she changed.
The screaming won't be filling the house just yet. But when she asked if he saw anything and Kaito didn't answer, that's when she screamed again. Now that caught Len's attention.
"Kaito, what's with that noise." Len shouted as his head peered out of the door. His expression of annoyance soon changed after seeing Kaito with a red face. He couldn't help but stifle a laugh. "What happened to you?"
"Len, I need help here." Kaito answered with a groan, "I'm trying to tell her that I didn't do anything to her. Not at all. Not even kidnap her or anything."
"HE BROUGHT ME INTO HIS ROOM AND I SAW HIM PULL OFF THE-"
"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! JUST GET YOU SOME CLOTHES!"
"STOP IT!"
The two stopped shouting as Len heaved a bit. He entered the room and shook his head. If anything, the part about the Accidental Pervert happens at its worst when it's Kaito.
"Alright. Miss, I know Kaito as much like a brother. " Len dryly spoke as he sat down. "He may not look like it, but he's trying to help you."
He paused for a bit, reminded of another thing. "By the way, how did you find her."
"Long story short, I was heading out to buy some groceries. When I was about to get there, someone bumped into me. I fell to the ground and there she was on top of me, unconscious. I tried to wake her up but nothing happened so, I brought her here." Kaito answered directly. He looked at the girl and shook his head. "I haven't figured out why you were like this but we'll do that later."
The sound of a growling stomach caught the attention of the group. Kaito looked at Len with a tilted head.
"Do we have enough for four people?" he asked as Len responded with a nod. He turned to the woman and extended his hand, forgetting the shock of the slaps on his face. "Well, let's eat first. By the way, I'm Kaito and the boy here is Len. What's your name?"
"M-Miku." she answered shyly as she reached for his hand and rose from the bed.
Len shook his head and left the room first, mumbling to himself.
"Kamui-san's gonna have a fit after this."
Author's Notes:
Well, there's the first chapter. I'll be working on version two and the second chapter right away. It might take long but I'll get it up.
Another note, leave a review. It'll help if you do so.
