Ugh. It's hard trying to start something after not touching it in forever. Guess I'll browse some of the stuff on here.

Wait... what is this.

Vocaloid Fanfiction section.

…...

Well. That's...

(Reads the ones with IA).

(Breathes in and out).

Well, guess I can gush about my vocaloid love.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters mentioned in this story. These characters are owned by a respective company and I do not hold any responsibilities or affiliations with them. The story presented here is purely fiction.

For as long as I can remember, I used to be a worthless object. I had no soul. Thus, I could not have opinions or feelings. I could not object to anything said to me. I could not refuse anyone, because there was no reason to. I obeyed everyone's orders, because I am just a simple object. A tool. I was not 'human'. No one saw me as one, until that one day.

"I would like to purchase this girl from you."

A strange man came to us. He had a strange face. It looked similar to the skeletons that were here in this building, but differently shaped.. His voice was rough, but very clear and well heard.

My current owners said that I was not for sale. I was their 'exclusive' property.

The strange man looked at me. He stared at me for a long moment. My owner was getting mad.

"Do you want to stay here little child?"

His voice was soft. Completely different from when he talked to my owner.

I did not have emotions. I did not have desires. I was simply a tool.

"No. You are a human."

The strange man spoke once more.

"You do have desires. You have a right to choose what you want. So tell me, do you want to stay here?"

Somehow, I felt a small warmth grow inside my body. It was the first time anyone has ever said that to me. Somehow, my brain started to work. A thought came across my mind. If I were to say I did not want to stay, what would happen? Would this mean he would take me away somehow? Actually, even if he did, what would happen to me? What if he was the same as my current owner? These questions that formed in my head, they confused me. I do not remember the last time I ever thought for myself. What if the treatment was worse?

Then another thought came across my mind. Why does it matter? Also... this man. He seems very warm.

No. I do not want to stay here.

My owner was enraged. Infuriated when I answered. He came close to hit me, but his hand was stopped by the man.

"I do not take to such violent behavior."

He tossed the man aside and kneeled in front of me.

"A child should not be exposed to such an environment. Sleep well. You will wake up in a better place."

He waved his hand in front of me. I see dust appear. I suddenly felt sleepy. My body weakened rapidly. My vision slowly faded to black. I could not resist it...

Everything was dark. I could not see or hear anything. I could not tell if I was moving. It was like I was dead. No one was here. I was alone. The warmth I felt from that man was gone... and it made me sad. I was sad. Have I ever felt this feeling before? I do know of it, so maybe I must have. Just that I could not recall on it. As I recognized these feelings, I felt something wet. I was able to touch it with what seems to be my hands. Was I crying? Crying, an action done when people are in a lot of pain or stress. Was I... in pain? Did I feel stress? Was it because I was alone? I... was sad. I did not like this feeling. I wanted it gone... Is there someone who would take this pain away? Please... I really do not like this. Someone, help me.

As these thoughts formed in my head, I saw a light appear. It was the same warm light I felt from before. I moved towards it without any more thoughts.

"Good morning child. How do you feel?"

I heard his soft voice once again. I open my eyes to a ceiling. It was different from the building I was in earlier. It was bright everywhere. I sit up and look to my left side to see a window. Outside was... nothing. It was land filled with green spikes. Among the green spikes were strange flimsy looking things sticking out. At the top of it was something brown and yellow. In the distance was just blue... something? It was just blue.

"Child?"

The voice called out to me again. I turn to my right to see him. His facial expression... I could not tell. Usually when people talk, they have a facial expression. This man... did not have such a thing.

I felt too scared to speak. I did not know what to expect. He did take me away, and to a place filled with things I've never seen before. Even looking around the room, it was a bedroom. A bed and some chairs and a desk. But I have never seen these strange... soft looking things or these hard rectangular shaped items.

"I see. I guess we are not on talking terms then."

He lowers his head.

"It must have been a horrific time for you."

Horrific? I have never heard of that word. I tilted to him in confusion. He must have understood why.

"Were you sad at that place?"

He knelt down so he was the same height as me.

I nodded my head silently.

"I see."

He stood up and walked towards a door.

"When you are comfortable, please come find me. We can talk then."

His voice sounded a bit sad, like how I felt earlier. I also felt sad. I inflicted that emotion upon him.

I look around the room once more. It was still filled with things I have never seen or even imagined before. I get off the bed to walk around. I started touching each little thing, feeling it, trying to understand it. It was hard. I did not understand what these things are made of. I tried picking up the hard rectangular item I saw form before. It was red. On what seemed to be the front of it, it had words on it. "The Ugly _". I did not know what this one word is. I was very curious now. I do not know why, but this object interested me. I look to the door that the man walked through. I walk through it. To my left and right were paths before me. Strange. I have never seen anything like this in the build I was in before. I hear a tapping noise to my left. It tells me that the man was over there. I walk over and indeed, I see the man. He was sitting in a brown chair. It was leaning back and forth.

"What do you have there child?"

He pointed to what I had in my hands. The red object with the words.

"Ah. The Ugly Duckling. A very simple, yet complex story."

"Duckling? Story?"

I repeated his words, and then realize it was the first time I talked.

He put out his hand. It seemed like he wanted it. I handed to him the red object.

"Do you know what this is?"

He asked me.

"No."

I was able to answer.

"This is a book. A book is a pr..."

He stopped for a moment and it appears he was thinking.

"A book is something that contains a story. Do you know what a story is?"

"No."

"A story is..."

It seemed like he was having a hard time coming up with his own words.

"I'm sorry."

He looked up at me.

"I do not really know anything. Only that which I have seen in that building."

He said nothing for a moment. He stood up and walked over to me. I felt scared. His body was bigger than mine. He raised his hand. I closed my eyes and waited.

*Pat*

I felt something warm on my head. I open my eyes and he had his hand on my head. I did not know how to react. He was rubbing my head.

"It is alright. It is normal for a child to not know things."

His words made me feel better. It was very warm. My body felt strange. This feeling... what is it?

"When you do not understand something, come tell me. I will explain it to you. From now on, I will teach you many things."

"Then..." I said quickly.

"What is this feeling I have? I feel strange. Your hand is so warm, but I do not know what is happening."

He did not say anything. He was motionless. He removed his hand from my head.

"Happiness. You are happy now.

"Happy?"

I was happy? Is this what happiness is? Have I... never experienced happiness before?

"Do you feel good?"

I did not dislike it... In fact, it felt better than anything I have experienced in that building.

"Yes. I do."

I responded to him a bit loud. He stared at me. I was confused again.

"You have a beautiful smile."

A beautiful smile?

"What's a beautiful smile?"

I did not understand those words either. It seems he was taken aback.

"A smile, is when a person is happy. Similar to crying when you are sad."

I am happy...

"Do you know how old you are?"

He asked me something different.

"I remember hearing my owner saying I was born in the year 1998."

He was talking to someone. It did not seem very good.

"So now you are 5. What is your name?"

I think back. What is my name?

"I was called many things..."

Trying to recall on those times pinched me.

"I see. You do not have to tell me. That does not matter any longer."

I look up at him.

"I will give you your first true name. I will be your guardian. I will protect you from now on, from everything that only wishes to harm you. I will be with you, forever, Aria."

Aria... the way he said it, it sounded very strange.

"That is your true name, but I will also give you a name for which others will call you."

'Why?' is what I thought.

"IA."

Again, it was strange how he said it. But why was there a need to have two names? I do not understand. But, maybe I do not care.

"Is that fine with you?"

I never had anyone ask me anything like this. I did not know how to feel about this but...

"Yes."

I answered back.

"Do you know you are smiling now?"

I was surprised.

"No."

"I see. Well, you have a lot of time to learn."

I was curious.

"What about my owner?"

The man put his hand on my head again.

"You will never see him again. I assure you of that."

My body felt relieved. I never thought I would have these feelings, other than sadness. My eyes... were wet again. I was crying. Why? Does this mean I was sad?

"No. You are not sad. Crying does not always mean you are sad."

He put his arms around me and brought me closer. I felt his warmth around my entire body.

"Crying also means you are stressed. Right now, all of your pain and stress is just leaving your body and your body is so happy, it is expressing it by crying tears of happiness."

Somehow, I felt only better.

"Cry all you want. It is better to let your feelings and thoughts out. Bottling it up only hurts you."

I do not know what happened after that, but apparently I cried loudly and very hard afterwards.

That was the day I became human. The day I met my beloved father.