She sighed as she slowly opened her eyes to another day. Her eyes are as ble as Kaito's hair. Her skin as white as the snowflakes drifting through the wind outside her window. She blasts "Just Be Friends" By Luka Megurine as she sits up, Rin-like hair in knots. The only difference, Rin's is a blonde, but this young girls is a brown, so close to black you can barely tell which one it is. She smiles up at her poster she drew herself of the many Vocaloid characters and says, "Hello world, lets see what gets fucked up today."
The girl's name is Flare. She's only thirteen years old, but she's always known more things then she should. She loves the colors blue, black, pink, green, purple, and yellow. And her life revolves around Vocaloid. For her, it's not a bad thing, due to her depressing life being as it is. No friends, barely a family, no money, and no one to care. So the young brunette uses her creative mind to form up the Vocaloid characters as she needs them.
"Flare! School! Don't be late again, you know how important your education is." Her mother yells at her from their kitchen.
"Yeah, yeah. I know the lecture mom!" Flare hollars back, grabing her second-hand skinny jeans and a middrift showing top that looks similar to Len's. She quickly puts them on and opens her window, turning off her stereo and replacing it with her mp3.
Her imagination makes Miku Hatsune appear beside her, who's trying to get her pig tails to stay up, "Damn things...Help me out?" She growls at Flare, who laughs and gets them to stay like normal. "Thanks," She says and vanishes.
Minutes later, Flare walks to school, getting funny looks as she sings "Mrs. Pumpkins Comical Dream" as she walks down the dirty streets. She just sings it over and over, ignoring the world around her untill she gets to the school. "Japan's School for the poor...I'll never understand why it's in America..." She mumbles to herself as she opens the rickety doors to what would seem like an abandoned old church, which is what it once was, before it was turned into the shitty school it is now.
"Hey look! It's the looser." One kid says as she walk past in total silence, focusing on the music in her ears. "Don't ignore me bitch!" He says, following her to the class. She keeps ignoring him. He grabs her suddenly and pins her to the wall, a group of kids gathering around curiously. She says nothing and just gives the kid a lifeless stare. He punches her, throwing her to the ground like a bully and a little kids icecream. Her mp3 falls to the ground beside her. But as she reaches out to get it, his foot comes down on her life and pride. "Heh, no more music for you." He says, with a satisfied grin on his face. She stands up, feeling a sudden surge of anger and adrenaline, and kicks him in the balls. Mumbling names like "Bastard" and "Motherfucker," she pick up her crushed mp3 and walks into the classroom.
Two kids laugh at her as she walks to her desk she claimed in the back, where she's all alone and don't have to give a fuck about the teacher. She pulls out the crushed mp3, singing "Scissoriods" while attempting to fix it. Being a wiz at figuring out anything electronic, she places and straightens the parts back into place. A few buttons were beyond repair, but since they weren't important to its use, she discards them in the trash bin beside her desk.
Six hours later, they finally let out of school again. Most of the kids run out to go hang out, better put do drugs and smoke, at eachothers houses. But she just walks home listening to "Trick and Treat" by Len and Rin. She wonders what torture could be lying ahead at the alley. "Rape? Murder? Drugged? Beat? Tourture?" She wanders to herself before being pulled into a dark alleyway two blocks from her house.
"Hello again my little pet," She hears the woman say. "What shall I do to you today?"
"N-nothing! Let me go Itchii!" She says, tears forming in her eyes as she struggles to escape the womans grasp.
The woman smirks and throws me onto the wall on the other end of the alleyway, "Shut up, you pitiful excuse for a human." She says as she walks up to her and attempts to rip off Flare's jeans, but she has a better grip on them then the woman does. The woman then grabs for Flare's shirt and rips it off, causing tears to run down the poor victims face.
"N-no...please...ahhh!"
I've been up all night and suddenly got the idea for this from listening to Vocaloid. So...what's you guys's opinions? Kinda short I guess, but I'm already working on the next chapter! Hehe I have the whole story in my head, like I have since about 9 P.M yesterday. Hope I did ok for my first real fanfiction! If theirs anything that needs improving, please don't be afraid to tell me so I can do better in the next chapter! And the songs mentioned in the paragraphs...were the songs I was actually listening to on my mp3. Last thing, I don't own Hatsune, Rin, Len, Vocaloid, or any of the songs shown in the following chapter. I just own the storyline, flare, the school, bullies, lesbian rapist, and the mp3.
~Flare
