***REVISED CHAPTER***

Hi everyone! This chapter was originally extremely rushed, so here's the revised version. it doesn't change the story at all, but its more well-written and contains a few more laughs. enjoy!

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A stint in rehab Ch. 2

The bus ride to the rehab center, or "Hell on Earth" as the Vocaloids had already dubbed it, was a long 4 hours through alternating deep city and open farmland.

When they arrived at the building however, it did not look like you would expect. It looked more like...

"Is this an airport!?" someone shouted out.

"Very observant! Yes, we're at an airport. We couldn't find a decent rehab center in Japan far enough out of the way that would take the lot of you, so we had to outsource a little. Fortunately, there's a country out there with enough pop stars who have substance abuse issues to warrant a rehab center big enough for all of you." The head producer just smirked and pulled out a box of small books. "Brush up on your english, people, you're headed to America."

The entire bus fell silent. Whether it was the shock or building anger, no one could tell.

"Now, before anyone snaps, we're going there primarily because of your relatively lower popularity ratings there. Many people have never even heard of any of you. It's probably a good thing."

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Miku had to have her fans, they were her lifeblood. She had to open the fanmail, had to see their smiling faces, the paparazzi...

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! NO FUCKING WAY! GET ME OUT OF THIS BIG TIN CAN WITH WHEELS! I WONT GO!"

The producer just smirked for the millionth time. "Alright Miku, you don't have to go."

"Wait, seriously!?" She perked up immediately.

"Yep," he replied, "there's a nice jail cell waiting for you in downtown Sapporo. I'm sure there will be PLENTY of your fans in there..."

Miku paused for a minute. Was it better to be stuck for months without fans, or get violently raped by criminals? Despite Mikuo's best efforts, she was still a virgin; better to keep it that way for now, she thought.

"Fine, I'll go. But i just want you to know, you're a dickless monkey." Miku finally capitulated, but she vowed to make his life horrible after this. As she looked around, she saw others silently swearing similar oaths of vengance.

The private plane was already waiting for them. "Never thought I'd hate the sight of a private jet..." Miku thought to herself.

"Well, as much as this sucks, at least i still have my carrots and manga!" Gumi, another Vocaloid and Miku's best friend, tried to cheer herself up. It worked for a moment, but before long she was back to sulking like Everyone else.

The plane itself wasn't so bad once they boarded, but there was one flight attendant that really rubbed everyone the wrong way. She was one of those excessively happy people with an unusually high voice that liked her job a bit too much.

After being told about an hour into the flight that if she uttered just one more word she would be thrown wholesale into the jetwash, the attendant seemed to quiet down.

The Vocaloids finally arrived at their destination; LAX airport. From there, they were told, they would be driven to a secondary airport in Nevada. Then they would hop a smaller jet to New York, where their "clinic" was located.

Rin and Len decided to have a brief meeting before landing.

Rin spoke first, careful to keep quiet. "Listen, there is NO way we're going down without a fight. Initiate Sabre Protocol."

Len knew what that meant. A year ago, the two had collabarated on creating a plan of action if a situation ever called for extreme havoc. It was called, of course, Sabre Protocol.

"Alright, First chance we get, unleash hell." Rin said with determination flooding her voice.

"But we were stripped of our, uh, 'materials' before we got on the plane..." Len was a bit concerned at their supply situation.

"Ill take care of it. You just think." the grin on Rin's face would have struck fear into the very core of any mortal.

At the back of the plane, Dell Honne, resident asshole and daily chain smoker, was busy complaining about the current situation to his girlfriend Haku Yowane. Both were two of the lesser known Vocaloids and from the amount of complaining they did, everyone knew that.

"Seriously, this is fucking rediculous. They're spending all this money for what? Miku's leek addiction? I mean, the only people here with legit problems are Meiko and you, Haku." Dell was seriously pissed off; he never lashed out at Haku like that.

"Guys, please, let's just relax a little." It was Ted Kasane, Teto's older brother and a rare voice of reason among the Vocaloids and UTAUloids. "We'll be fine. Think about it, what's the worst that could happen? We get a month or two off from work and attend a few 'group seminars'. So what? Enjoy it!"

"I think someone here just made... Sense?" Miku was shocked. That NEVER happened.

Everyone seemed momentarily relieved. Ted, on the other hand, wasn't so sure. He had pulled that whole speech out of thin air. He had no idea if that would be the case or not.

Of course, everyone wanted it to over with as soon as possible regardless of how "fun" it was.

The head producer spoke up. "Also, once everyone has been situated, please, for the love of God, do NOT bother the other guests."

Miku scoffed, "More like inmates..."

"Prison rape."

Miku shut up immediately. There really wasnt anything she could do against a threat like that.

They all landed in New York after a long, exhausting flight. They had been moving nonstop for almost 24 hours and it was starting to catch up to them. Even the ever energetic twins, Rin and Len, were starting to collapse.

"Alright gang," the head producer said to the group as they left the airport, "we've rented out a motel for you all for the night. We head out tomorrow morning."

Gumi had had enough, and she snapped. "Forget that! We're exhausted! We need a freakin day to recouperate! Shit, its bad enough we've gotta go to some shithole rehab clinic for fucked up, coke-snorting american pop stars but you've got us running around the world like chickens with their heads cut off! Seriously! Im not staying in some backwards-ass american motel where i'll probably get raped!"

Everyone just turned their heads toward Gumi; some were shocked, but the overwhelming majority seemed rather supportive and sympathetic. It was good to know she had some allies in this, she thought.

Much to her dismay, however, the head producer did not share their plight. "Is that all, miss Gumi? I thought so. The bus to take you to your motel Is waiting outside. Luka, since maybe three of you know any english at all, im making you head translator."

Luka just looked around; sure she was fluent; she had spent a full four years studying art and music at Oxford in the UK, and she lived in Sacramento, California for another two years after that. She'd only been back in Japan for a year before this whole mess, but Luka just sighed and accepted her new lot in life.

"I... Do I have to?" Luka looked a little put off. She knew the answer that was coming, naturally.

Miku shot up in her seat, only to smack her head on one of the overhead storage racks. "Ow… anyways, I can speak English too!"

Luka just gave her an odd look; she knew Miku could, but whenever the poor tealette tried to speak English it sounded like someone had taken a cheese grater to the language.

"Miku, could you be our secondary translator for when Luka isn't available?" The head producer looked hopeful. He didn't notice the looks of distress and disapproval Luka was shooting him.

"I'd LOVE to! It'll give me something to do in my cell- I mean, my room at the prison- I mean, oh never mind…" Miku sat back down in her seat.

"Alright, well once we get there everyone grab your things and head right into the receiving center, it'll be on the left. And again, PLEASE for all that's good and pure in this world do NOT interfere with the other inmate- I mean, guests. Understood?" The head producer seemed pleading in his request. Naturally, the first thought that came to everyone's mind was that they had better create as much havoc as physically possible.

"And Luka, yes, you do have to translate. We're here at the motel by the way. Grab your overnight things and go to the front desk to find your rooms."

Meiko, previously unspoken since the beginning of this debacle, piped up. "We don't have to share rooms do we?"

A sick smile creeped across the Head Producer's face. "Not only that, you'll all be sharing a bed."

"You are a sickeningly cruel man, you know that?" Meiko just glared at him as she spat venom.

"You all have given me more ulcers, headaches, and stress than I can humanly deal with. I deserve some retribution. Now shut up and get in the motel. Now."

The Vocaloids filed into the motel, only to have their expectations thoroughly met. It was dingy, poorly lit, and smelled of...

"This place smells like piss, weed, and... rape." Dell said out loud as he and Haku entered their room, which they were being forced to share with Len and the ever cheery Neru.

The room itself was filthy; the beds looked like they had been part of a murder scene, the drapes were ripped, the window clouded with filth, and a roach scurried into a hole in the wall.

Neru took one look at the place, turned around, and laughed a little. "Hahahahaha! Fuck this! I've got thousands in the bank. I'm gonna go rent a REAL hotel room for the night."

Raising her hand slightly, the much more shy Haku opened her mouth to speak. "Um, the boss put a freeze on our accounts… we have no money. He also shut off service to our phones."

"He… what…?" Neru could barely move.

"He turned off our phones, moron. Get it through your thick skull." Dell was blunt in his analysis of the situation. He had a tendency to that a little too often…

"Well then, time to kill I suppose. I've been preparing for the day that jackass did something like this." Neru pulled out her phone and dialed in a number. Suddenly a large knife popped out of her phone.

"Woah, there, Neru, let's not be so excessive. Are you sure you can't just go ask-" Len did his best to calm her down, but he was cut off by Neru giving him the glare of a killer.

"I WILL DESTROY THAT MUTATED GOAT OF A PERSON!" She started for the door but felt a sharp sting in her left arm. She glanced over her shoulder before she fell unconscious to see Dell shooting a sedative into her.

"That should keep her down for a while. Besides, if anyone's gonna get that bastard, it'll be ME." Dell grinned.

Len looked at him in horror. "Jesus, Dell, wasn't that a bit excessive?"

Meanwhile, in a room down the hall, Miku and Luka were being tormented by Rin and Teto whom they had to share a room with.

"This needs to end, I'm gonna kill these two with a fish hook." Luka was at the end of her rope, and Miku was getting there as well.

As much torture as they all endured, one thing had kept them all from going over the edge. Each one had been planning a way to take their vengeance, and a certain pair of twins had come up with something good…

-End Chapter 2-

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