Welcome to my first vocaloid story! If anyone is wondering, yes this is my headannon for the Vocaloids. I have more chapters written, but I've decide to space them out a little. Also, much thanks to my minion for helping me come up with the story title :)

I hope you enjoy :)


It was a dark and stormy night and Issac had been hurrying as best he could on his way home, hunched as far as he could into his coat, trying to seek some sort of shelter from the torrential rains. He didn't know if it was because of his hobby as a computer scientist or just the fact that he had always been overly observant, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a blue tinted spark.

Pausing in his curiosity, he turned to look in the direction it had come from, which turned out to be one of the several alley ways that littered the city. At first through the dark he wasn't able to make anything out, but a second spark gave him just enough of a clue as to where to look that he finally was able to make out silouettes. He couldn't tell much at first, but he was sure of one thing at least: there were six people huddled in the wet and cold.

It took a moment more (and another spark) for his eyes to adjust and make more out of the group that was before him in the alley. There were four girls and two boys, which strangely enough he realized that the sparking came from the boy that almost look to have blue hair. But perhaps that was just a trick of the light (or lack there of). Regardless he was the most shocking as the sparking seemed to be coming from his shoulder of all places.

"Hey," He called out to them, genuinely concerned, "what are you doing out here? Surely you must have some place better to be then here." They were surprised he could tell, since they all became more stiff and moved to protect the one that he wasn't sure was injured or not. This possibly injured soul was also the one that was the most huddled of them all, as if trying to protect his shoulder somehow. He sighed, a bit sad at whatever might have made them act this way. "It's alright, I don't mean to hurt you."

It wasn't until after what felt like eternity that one of the girls finally began to slowly step forward, to which the other male (the one not huddled on the ground) he distinctly heard call out "Miku, what do you think you are doing?!" She (Miku was her name he supposed) only waved him off and continued to approach him. Once she was close enough he was surprised yet again; this Miku almost seemed to have a greenish tint to her hair. Then again, that just could be the poor lighting from a dying street lamp and the fact that she was covered in dirt and grime.

The Miku girl circled him once, twice, each time going around rather slowly, as if sizing him up. Which quite frankly was not something he was used to. He mostly kept to himself, unless he was teaching his class, that is. After a third rotation she stopped in front of him and stared at his face, making him even more uncomfortable then before. He was about to ask what was the point of all this, when she finally spoke. "He's safe." He wasn't really sure what she meant by that, perhaps it meant that she believed him? He certainly hoped so. He'd feel like the worst person on earth if he just left them in this weather.

"Are you sure?" One of the other girls asked, although he wasn't sure which. The Miku girl turned around and nodded at them.

"Yes. At the least I believe he should be able to help Kaito." Kaito? Ah, that must be the injured boy. Miku turned back to him and grabbed his hand. "Would you please? I think he might shutdown for good this time if you don't."

While he wasn't entirely sure what she meant since people didn't shutdown, but perhaps Japanese wasn't her first language and she meant this Kaito would die? Either way he couldn't leave them here in the cold. He nodded. "Alright, I should be able to take care of him at my place. Follow me." He waited until two of the others had hoisted up the boy they called Kaito, who barely seemed concious enough to even move a little bit, while his right side remained entirely immobile.

...

It was a little bit of walk to his house, but with renewed purpose he (along with the six kids) made it to his residence in much shorter time then he had managed before, but then he had never tried when he so felt that someone's life depended on it.

"Go ahead and set him on the chair there so that I can get a good look at the injury." He was no doctor that was sure, but that didn't mean that he didn't understand the basics. Since he lived alone, he had figurd out long ago that knowing some first aid would be useful. If the wound seemed too serious however, he would bandage it and take the boy to the hospital.

As soon as Kaito had been deposited in the aformentioned chair he looked to the others. "There is a large bathroom on the second floor, first door on the right. I'd recommend trying to get yourselves dried off while I take care of your friend." He gave them a smile that was meant to reasure the kids that everything would be fine even when you weren't sure of it yourself. He'd always hated that as a kid, and found himself ironic that here he was using it.

There was some protest from a few of the others before Miku managed to get them all to leave, leaving him to take care of the boy called Kaito. He first grabbed some towels, heavy banadges and some anticeptic before heading back to the boy, whose condition only seemed to be worsening.

Once he had all of his supplies in order he bent down to inspect the wound, and was more than a little surprised at what he saw, although it did make the sparking make a lot more sense. ..This was going to take alot more then just some anticeptic. He wasn't trying to save a human life, but an artificial intelligence.

After this reaization he scambled into action, heading to his own little personal lab. Somehow Kaito must of damaged his shoulder, exposing the wires and tubes that were hidden beneath. He imagined that the damage had been superficial in the beginning, but with the addition of rain had only made it worse. What he wondered, though, was who was the creator and most of all, why were they out in that alley?

He sighed as he sat back down, pushing up his sleeves. He wasn't sure how well this was going to go since anything electric and water didn't mix, but he would certainly give it his best shot. Even more so because this Kaito and his companions (which he had a sneaking suspicion were A.I. as well) seemed like they could be the real deal, actual artificially created humans, an idea that had facinated him since childhood.

Before beginning he leaned forward and placed a hand on the still boy's cheek. "If you can hear me, please try and stay awake the best you can. Everything is going to be fine, I'm going to take good care of you." He was worried at first when he didn't recieve any sort of indication that he was heard, but slowly the boy's eyes opened just enough to reveal the brightest blue he'd ever seen. "That's a good boy. Don't worry, I'll have you better in no time." After that he began to get to work.

He didn't know how long it took him, or how late it had gotten when he was finally finished. The whole time all he could think of was saving precious life. As he worked he did manage to discover that not too much of the water had managed to make it's way into Kaito's center core, which he could only discribe what looked to be some sort of hard drive, where the heart of this boy lived. After this discovery, came the attempt at removing the water that had gotten in and then attempting to repair the damage. He did his best, and when it came to the point where he'd done everything he could, the only thing left was to hope for the best.

He didn't know what time it was when he felt someone shaking his shoulder. Looking up a bit blearily from having been up so late with so little sleep, he saw the green haired girl standing above him. Miku was her name, from what he recalled. "Ah, good morning. I'm sorry I didn't pay much attention to the rest of you last night. Did you find everything you needed alright?"

The girl nodded and gave him a light smile. "Yes, thank you. You've already showed us more kindness then anyone else has before." She looked over at Kaito, who was motionless and connected to a few wires, with his central panel (located on his chest) open. "Is he going to be alright?" She asked, frowning as she watched the still form.

He got up from the couch (that he didn't rememeber falling asleep on), located across from Kaito's chair and moved over to the computer that was set up nearby. After looking at the readings and checking the cords that ran from the computer to Kaito, he finally gave her his answer. "Well, he seems to have made it though the night, so I believe that the worst has past, according to these readings. With any luck he should wake up witin the next day or so."

Miku nodded, although he noted that she did look happier than before. "That's good to hear. What are these cords for?"

"It's a power source. I was afraid that if I didn't allow for a constant flow of energy his own internal power source wouldn't be able to handle the stress or the added drain from the damage he sustained. Right now he's just in a state of hibernation, I believe, to conserve energy." He answered, sitting back on the couch heavily. "I did the best I could under the circumstances, but I'm afraid it's really just a patch job." He sighed and pulled off his glasses which he must have been too tired to remove last night. "I'll have to wait until I undertand the structure better to see if I can fix his shoulder completly or not."

"That's alright, you've already done plenty, just by saving him from a permenent shut down. Thank you so much."

"It was nothing, really. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I let a living person die and didn't do anything to try to save them." He paused for a moment before asking his own question. "Am I right in assuming that you are all the same as him?"

Miku paused a moment from her inspecting of the work that he'd done on Kaito in order to face him. "Yes, we are. Please say that you won't turn us in."

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair while he finally took a moment to let everything that had happen over the course of the past several hours to sink in. Somebody had created them for a reason, but then it was obvious that they had run away from their creator for a good reason judging from the pleading look on Miku's face. Where ever it was that they came from he already didn't think it was a good place.

He put his hand down before answering. "Well I can't very well in good concious let a bunch of kid wander around town with no one to look after them." He stood up and went up to Miku, placing a light hand on her shoulder and gave her a light smile. "I've never had children before, so I might not be the best at it, but if you'll have me you can stay here as long as you all like."

"Of course!" Miku caught him completely off gaurd by giving him the biggest hug( the first in a very long time) that he'd ever had the pleasure of receiving.

"This will certainly be interesting. Now why don't we go find the others? I have yet to learn everyone's names. From what I've gathered, you're Miku and he's Kaito, correct?" He asked after parting. It would've been terribly embarassing to have been using the wrong names.

"That's right. The others are actually still asleep, since it took awhile to convince them that you could be trusted." She said it so easilly with a smile.

"That is a good point though, how did you know that you could trust me, a complete stranger? For all you know I could've done something terrible."

"I could just tell after I scanned you last night. You didn't have any ill intent and were genuinely worried. It's a specialty of mine." Well that certainly explained what the circling had been all about...

"Alright then why don't we make some breakfast while we wait for everyone to wake up, shall we? Or..."He trailed off as he realized that he had already forgotten what these kids really were and maybe the fact that they didn't actually need food. "Do you you actually not need food?"

Miku laughed a bit at his reaction. "We do, it's our primary source of energy. I've always wanted to learn to cook."

"Alright then, breakfast it is. Come and I'll show you."

Breakfast had gone pretty well, he'd thought. He'd formally met the rest of the group, which certainly seemed like an interesting bunch. Along with the green haired Miku, there was the blonde Len and Rin to which if he didn't know better he'd say were twins, the pink haired Luka, and the brown haired Meiko. They still looked like a bunch of kids who'd come off the street with their ragged clothes and hair. Even so, it was nice to sit at a noisy, crowded table for once. He couldn't help but smile as he watched them bicker and talk amongst themselves. Yes, this was definitly a good idea, he decided. He'd been alone so long that he hadn't realized just how lonely he'd been until he actually had people join him.

When everyone seemed to be just about done eating, he figured that it would be a good idea to pose his next question to them. "What do you say to when Kaito wakes up we all go shopping for some clothes for you?"

"Really? That'd be great! I've always wondered what that would be like!" Miku exclaimed. He was slowly learning that out of all of them, Miku seemed to be the most excitable. The others chimed their interest in as well, although it wasn't as near enthusiastic as Miku's had been.

It took almost a week with his constant monitoring and some slight modifications here and there for Kaito to finally regain conciousness. This was a good thing for sure, as he had begun to worry that perhaps the boy had fallen into a state similar to a coma, which would've lead to not knowing if he'd ever wake up. But as fortune would have it, on a warm sunny morning Kaito finally opened his eyes once more.


"So that's how we got to your place? I've always wondered about that." Kaito remarked when the Proffesor's story had reached the part where he woke up. Two years later after that rainy night, the seven of them were gathered in the Professor's office as he recounted the tale of how he met them.

"You mean you didn't know? I thought you were at least awake for that part." Len remarked.

"Well, even if I was, I really don't remember much. Shortly after it started raining the memory of the events afterwords have become corrupted. I can really only get small things from it." Kaito answered, rubbing the back of his head a bit sheepishly.

"Interesting. What exactly do you remember?" The professor asked, resuming his work on the boy's shoulder, which even after a few years, he still hasn't managed a perminent fix. He has learned much since that rainy night, and has since wondered if it is solely a lack of materials that prevents a full repair. Until then, he simply has to do minor maintanance once in awhile, unless Kaito does something to strain it (which is exactly why they were here now...).

"I mostly just remember it being really dark, but I do know for certain that I heard your voice call out to me, Professor. You told me that everything would be alright, and I believed you."

The Professor smiled. "That's good, I'm glad someone believed in me, since I was afraid I would lose you in the end to either shut down or hibernation that you'd never wake up from. Even after my attempt at repairs were done, I was still worried that you wouldn't have enough energy left and would shut down regardless." He made a few more tweeks to the boy's shoulder. "There, how does that feel?" He asked, sitting back in his chair.

Kaito stretched the limb before rolling it a few times. "Much better, thank you, professor."

"That's good." The professor glanced at the clock before turning back to the group. "You kids better get to your next class soon. Issabelle won't be happy if you're late." Issabelle was the theater arts teacher, and to some seemed almost overly into the part.

They did as the professor said, heading off to class, and Kaito found himself thinking about how far they'd come since that rainy day. He was glad that the professor had found them, not just because he saved Kaito's life, but also because they were far better off then they would've been trying to find their way about the world by their inexperiensed selves. If they hadn't been found, he wasn't sure what would've happened. For all he knew, they might've been found by their creator and dragged back to the lab.

"And what are you so happy about, pretty boy?" Meiko's voice broke in through Kaito's thoughts from next to him.

"Hmm, oh nothing much. I'm just happy that we met the professor." Kaito answered with a smile.

"Hmph, silly pretty boy."


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