Hey everyone! Rocketman182 here with the beginning of a new, medium length undertaking. I know its been a while since I've updated, well, any of my stuff, but life has been extremely busy. Between school, college stuff, my girlfriend, work, etc., i have barely had any time to write! I'll be updating Teal is or Color soon, so do not worry my faithful fans! Anyways, enough of me groveling for your forgiveness, enjoy the story!
Disclaimer: Do i always have to do these...?
Rin: I could do it!
Rocketman182: Alright, if it saves me the trouble.
Rin: The author of this crappy story doesn't own the Vocaloids or any affiliated companies.
Rocketman182: Why did i let you do that...?
Rin: Cuz I'm cute?
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A Stint in Rehab
Chapter 1: Boredom
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It had been a slow day. A VERY slow day. The Vocaloids, a large group of well-paid music artists, had filled their mansion to capacity with the aura of despair.
The Vocaloids, as they came to be known through the crucible of pop-media, owed their quick rise to fame from the huge outcry of support toward their first few songs that were posted on popular websites such as NND and Youtube. However, one of the more interesting things these individuals share besides great singing talent, was their obsession with a particular object, a "character item"...
Miku, the most well-known of the group, sat in the parlor of the huge Vocaloid mansion. She was steadily drumming her fingers on the table she sat at while resting her head in her other hand. Everyone else around her seemed to be in a similar state of crippling boredom.
She was nearing her breaking point. Every moment she spent in that place drove her a little closer to the edge.
"Alright, that's it! I can't take this anymore! I'm going insane!"
There it was, she snapped.
Miku shot up from her chair, knocking it over. "I need a leek, dammit." she walked over to the refrigerator quickly, nearly tearing the handle off as she whipped the door open. As she searched through the rather empty refrigerator, she realized the horrible truth; no leeks. Her eye began twitching involuntarily.
"Alright, someone give me ten bucks so i can go buy some leeks. Now."
Luka, one of the older Vocaloids (and one of the few people on earth who could truly make pink hair look good), reached into her pocket, mainly because people always came to her for money for some reason, and she knew what, and who, Miku was getting at. Unfortunately her wallet was empty.
"Sorry Miku, but it looks like you're out of luck."
"Damn, damn, DAMN!" Miku wasn't usually like this. More often than not, she would have an almost infectiously happy air sbout her. Today was different, however.
Miku stood up on a chair and prepared to address the whole of the Vocaloid group. It was a very large crowd, but they were all unusually quiet as the tealette began to speak.
"Alright people, listen up!" she began, as if the people below her had anything better to do. "This place is boring the piss outta me! Let's do something fun!"
Whener Miku used the phrase "Let's do something fun!" the following 24 hours usually wrought destruction on a galactic scale throughout the mansion.
The Kagamine twins, some of the youngest and most hyperactive members of Vocaloid, rocketed up in support. They hadn't had an opportunity to test out their new road roller yet...
Just then, Meiko, the first Japanese member of Vocaloid and the generally accepted head of the household, came into the room. She was carrying a large crate, and had a dull, glazed look on her face. It looked as though she was extremely drunk.
"Heeey there guysh, I gotsum shtuff for ya..." she set the crate down, and promptly passed out next to it.
Lily, a blonde Vocaloid about the same age as Luka (but a lot less reserved), walked over to the crafe and without a word, ripped off the top. Inside were almost 40 bottles of high proof sake.
Lily just looked at the rice wine with awe, muttering something along the lines of "Oh, thank you God, thank you..."
"Alright, hand me a bottle. If I'm gonna be stuck in this hellhole, I'd rather be shitfaced." It was Neru Akita, the resident tsundere and (secretly) Len's number one fangirl.
"You're 17, I'm not giving you alcohol. That and you don't exactly have a crystal clear track record." Lily protested, in one of her rare moments of responsibility.
Mikuo, Miku's boyfriend who for some reason shared her surname, chimed in. "Well, even though my music career is JUST taking off, and I know this is probably going to screw things up, I'm gonna go ahead and grab a bottle. Hey Miku, you want in on this?"
Miku nodded her head. Of course this was a bad idea! But, then again, wasn't that the whole point?
THE NEXT MORNING
Miku slowly opened her eyes. She had a splitting headache and absolutely no idea where she was. She slowly sat up, and realized she was in some kind of holding cell. Mikuo and Kaito were there with her.
"Ugh, wha... what the hell happened last night? And why are we in jail!" Miku was getting worried.
A police officer strode by. "Well, good news is you didn't do anything that's likely to land you in long term jail. The bad news is that you're stuck here until everything checks out."
"What happened?" Miku asked.
"Well, you and you two drunk blue companions over here stumbled into a local grocery store and-" he was cut off by a ringing telephone.
This was going to be a very bad day.
THE NEXT DAY
"...This was the LAST straw, people! These latest PR disasters are costing thousands! Now listen, i thought at first using everyone's favorite 'item' would make a good selling point, but now it's gotten so far out of hand I don't even know what to say." The Vocaloid's top producer was fuming. The recent string of public disasters involving the Vocaloids had led to yet another string of lawsuits.
Miku was the first to speak up in response. "Well come on, you don't have to be so harsh..."
"Miku, you had a craving for leeks so you shoplifted a grocery store out of sixty poundsof them." The manager retorted. "So, in light of these new fuck-ups, I have made the executive decision to send each and every one of you to a rehab clinic."
Everyone just stared at him for a moment. Even the usually calm and collected Luka Megurine was in a speechless state of shock. No one spoke for a long time.
Suddenly, little Yuki Kaai decided she had something to say.
"...You fucking asshole."
"AGREED." The rest joined in.
Kaito spoke up above the others. "You can't make us go! Rehab is voluntary!"
"Well Kaito, you're right. Ican't..." He fished around in his pocket a bit before pulling out a small piece of paper. "But the courts can."
He passed around the sheet of paper. It was a court order requiring every single Vocaloid and a number of Utaloids (a similar program to the Vocaloids but not quite as successful) to attend a large "Unconventional Addiction Rehabilitation Clinic". However, there was one who wasn't on that list.
Hiyama Kiyoteru.
A sigh of relief came over the large group; Kiyoteru was one of the smartest of them overall. If anyone could get them out of this, it was him.
He looked around at everyone, obviously a bit nervous, but proudly declared "Don't worry everyone! I've got this!"
"Oh, there's another page; i seem to have left it out." The manager picked up a sheet he had dropped and passed it around. It had only one additional name, Hiyama Kiyoteru.
A collective "fuck" was shouted, and Kiyoteru just hung his head in shame.
"Alright, all of you go pack your things. One suitcase only."
"This is crap..." Rin said with plenty of audible disgust. "What's so wrong with liking oranges!"
Len, her twin, spoke up. "Well, you are a bit excessive... I mean, you nearly stabbed me last time I tried to take one out of your stash..."
"well yeah! That was MY stash!"
"You're making my point, Rin…"
"Shut up." Rin spat back at her brother, obviously feeling a little vindictive.
It didn't take very long for everyone to pack. Shouts of frustration and protest could be heard throughout the mansion, however, and Miku had taken to singing Whitney Houston's Rehab song repeatedly.
"…They wanted me to go to rehab, but I said, no, no ,no…"
This was going to be a living hell.
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Thanks for reading everyone! I have lots of ideas for upcoming chapters, so i should be able to update soon. Please R&R! IT KEEPS MA CREATIVITY FLOWIN'!