Vocaloid Prep Academy Adventures

Chapter One: Enrollment

(a/n): Yeah, I know. It's kinda boring here, but I couldn't think of anything else. So next chapter, other OCs will appear ;) I promise.

Disclaimer; I don't own Vocaloids. Or the OCs.

Describe yourself with one word.

Describe? How? Gritting her teeth, Shigeru picked up the purple Pilot gel pen. She glared at the piece of questionnaire with her amethyst orbs, and a few strands of her glossy black hair fell to her face. Her fringe - that stopped right above her eyes - was matted to her forehead with sweat. She picked up a brochure and started fanning her red cheeks.

As soon as basketball practice was finished, she and her club members decided to go to the cafe that opened nearby. As soon as the store owner saw a bunch of kids wearing Kaimei Middle School's dark purple and bright yellow basketball uniform come in, she immediately gave them all a few chocolate-dipped croissants and a mug of iced tea.

Her friends, sly as they are, took their leave, and left Shigeru all alone to face that questionnaire. After racking her brain for a word, she finally decided on a word.

Gullible.

Not everyone would pick such a weird answer, but that's what she is; gullible. If not, how would she not escape with her friends? Through the corner of her eyes she saw the owner staring at her like a hawk. Perspiring, she reached for another croissants and chewed on its tip, letting her tongue taste the chocolate slowly. Like a river passing through an area clogged with rubbish. Sweet-tasting, chocolate rubbish.

What are your talents? (Name 3)

"Why do I need to fill this in anyway?" Shigeru mumbled grimly as she twirled the pen in her slender, delicate fingers. She loathed this question the most.

Talents. Something you have, but aren't sure of. Right? Shigeru won't define her talents. Usually, she'd whirl around and grab her friend by the shoulders, stare into their eyes, and ask, "What are my talents?" and write down their answers accordingly.

Basketball.

Grinning, she finished her croissant and sipped on her tea. The cool flavour of the liquid embraced her taste buds almost instantly, and as it went down her esophagus, she felt a chilling dash of ice and coolness.

Now she must rack her brain for two more.

Hastily, she wrote down Sports. Grimacing, she crossed out basketball and decided to check her watch.

Three-thirty p.m.

"Perfect. Just perfect." Shigeru sighed as she massaged her knitted brows. She'll be late for Sunday service at this rate. Sighing, she wrote down what she thought was more accurate.

By three-thirty-five she had all three answers: Sports, Making/Keeping Friends, Singing.

Well, she is good at sports. No one can deny that. And she has lots of friends, anyone could tell. And on a few occasional trips to the karaoke bar, she'd always get praised for her voice.

She checked the sheet of paper. Three more questions left.

Who's your favourite Vocaloid?

"Easy," smirked Shigeru as she wrote down her answer.

Gumi.

She liked the girl for her ditsy attitude, and her ability to smile and shine although she's been shunned for being unoriginal and a ripoff of Ranka Lee. Well, she also liked her sweet, clear, human-like voice.

Moving on, Shigeru read the next question and nearly fell off the chair.

What song do you sing best?

Shigeru gulped. She checked her watch again. Three-forty. Twenty minutes left. She racked her brains again, and recalled a time when one of her friends praised her.

"Geru, you're amazing. You're an alto, yet you can hit high notes like a soprano! You can be a... can be a... rock-and-soft voice crossover!"

Smiling awkwardly, she wrote down her friend's answer.

Alto/Soprano, Rock/Soft crossover. Ridiculous, I know.

Do you want to join the Vocaloid Prep Academy?

Last question. And immediately Shigeru knew what's up. She eyed the owner discreetly. She had on a long black wig, but it was done so carelessly that her blond hair stuck out from it, and cerulean eyes. She was tall, and had a great body. Blue eyeshadow dusted her eyelids lightly.

"Lily." Shigeru said coolly. "I know, this is how you guys pick up your students. Interesting."

She wrote down yes as she handed Lily her questionnaire. Grinning, she ripped the wig off her, revealing a mass of blond hair underneath.

"You found out, good job, kiddo," grinned Lily as she took the questionnaire from Shigeru. She handed her a dark purple clear folder, with Shigeru Bukine written on it with metallic silver Sharpie. "You have a bright future ahead of you. Remember to check the details within!"

In the alley, metal clinking and shouting could be heard.

The cat girl grinned maliciously as she grabbed a beat-up guy by his shirt's collar, and glared at him with her golden cat-like eyes. A pair of black cat ears poked out from her long mint green hair. A purple headband held her fringe back. A bead of sweat trickled down her cheeks, passing by the heart-shaped mole that stood at her right cheek. Her black tail poked out from the hole in her skinny jeans, and dried mud caked her black Converse. Her gray sweatshirt had drips of blood on it, with the hood pulled back.

Her black Hello Kitty iPod stuck out of her sweatshirt's pocket, with the black Bowers headphone dangling around her neck. "Well," Rika, the cat girl hissed, bringing her face closer to his. "Any last words?"

"You're just another flat-chested bitch pretending to be a gangster," he spat, spitting on the ground beside her. "There's no way our boss will accept you."

Gritting her teeth, her fist tightened on his collar. "You bastard!" she growled. She punched his face and sent him flying a few steps back. Taking the chance, he ignored his body wailing for a rest, and ran out of the alley and flipped at her.

"You son of a-!" without wasting anymore time or breathe she started chasing after him. Passing by stores and people, she finally caught a glimpse of him.

"Hah! Found you, you-"

"Miss, please fill out this survey!" a girl stretched out her arm with such force that Rika felt the air leave her lungs. "I assure you, it's not a scam, so please! Just five minutes, I promise!"

Rika grabbed her wrist and glared at the girl. "Lookie here, lady, I have no time for your stupid survey so scam-"

The woman, with her long, curly brown hair and intense brown eyes, glared back. "Please fill in the survey, miss!" she tightened her fist that Rika's grip on her wrist loosened. Gulping, Rika took a seat in a cafe nearby and looked at the survey.

Who is your favourite Vocaloid?

Rika shrugged at the question. She picked up the orange pen and wrote down Neru Akita. She does know that Neru isn't a Vocaloid, but as Rika's quote goes, "Screw the rules!"

"Neru isn't a Vocaloid," the brunette pointed out.

"Screw the rules," Rika shrugged and moved on to the next question.

Rate your favourite Vocaloid on a scale of 1 - 10. (1 being terrible and should quit, and 10 being the most amazing voice you've heard.)

10.

Okay. Last question. See? That didn't take long. Do you want to enroll into the Vocaloid Prep Academy?

Rika hesitated for a while. She did get praised for her voice a lot, and some scouting agent even once said that she had a "commercial look" that he's been looking for.

Sadly, she mistook him for a lackey of some gang's boss. So she beat him up. "This may be my last chance," she resented herself for being so rash and foolish.

And now, she has the chance again to show the world her "commercial look," and she isn't gonna give up this chance. It may as well be her last chance.

Yes.

Grimacing, she crossed out her answer, and replaced it with a no. But before she could hand it back, she felt that this may as well be her last chance. So she picked up her pen again, and wrote down yes. She paused for a while before adding, but the chances of me enrolling and being accepted is 1%.

"Here you go," she handed it back. "Now... may I leave?"

"Welcome to Vocaloid Prep Academy, Amane-kun. Leave your gangster life behind. I expect to hear your reply by tomorrow." Grinned the woman as she pulled off the curly extensions, revealing a short brown bob cut.

"M-Meiko." Breathed Rika, surprised. "I- No, wait. Let me enroll, now, please."

Grinning, Meiko handed Rika a dark yellow clear folder with her name, Rika Amane, written on it with metallic bronze Sharpie. "Welcome to Vocaloid Prep Academy," she repeated as Rika took the file from her. "Officially," she added before leaving Rika in the cafe.

"Vocaloid Prep Academy, eh?" Rika hugged the file closer to her heart as she stared at the sky. "Time to leave my delinquent life behind then..."

(a/n): What'd you think? Please leave me a review, and err, if you're wondering, yes I'm still accepting, but just male OCs. Sorry, kinda swamped with female OCs here...

-The Midnight Artist