Thanks a bunch fellow readers :D Here's Solid's second chapter. Be aware that there's a time skip. The first chapter's going to be rewritten so I guess it would be best to check it out when it's done ^^
Nonetheless, enjoy yourself! Thanks to Finite, UnsubUnicorn, Cheetah, Rampage and Mizuki.
Really, it had started out as a normal day.
Now if it weren't for that damn phone call everything would be flowing smoothly.
If it weren't for Miku... making him feel like such an idiot! The stupid icon was stuck in Rei's brain and it wasn't funny to have his focus disrupted. From the other side of the room, he heard Rui squeal from a paper-cut. Surprisingly he didn't immediately leap out his chair to check what if it was a serious wound. Instead Rei blocked everything from his mind and inhaled softly.
"Rei..." Rui whimpered.
Rei cocked his head, a frown plastered on his face.
His concentration was disrupted.
And no matter how hard he tried to resist it, his mind flew back to the moment when it had all started.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-
His fingers hovered over the guitar, concrete gaze latched onto the slim strings. No matter how hard he forced his fingers to strum, the sound came out dingy, rusty and unused. It was unlike him to make a mistake, because in the end of the day everyone would know him as Rei Kagene the Perfectionist.
"Brother, is something wrong?" Rui asked.
His gaze flickered from the guitar, to her, than back to the guitar.
"No."
"Do want something to eat?"
Rei nodded. "A glass of water will probably help."
She nodded and walked out the room with exceeding grace. The faint patter of her steps resounded lightly in his ear and once she was a favorable distance from his room, he got up from the swivel chair and slammed the door shut; double-locking.
There was really no point in singing if Len . . .
Slamming his fists on the table, his phone toppled off the edge and on to the floor with a soft clatter.
The creaking of a branch rapping on his window was unsettling. Thunder ran across the sky like the quick swing of a bat and Rei grumbled underneath his breath, wondering what the blond boy was up to. Was he signing autographs by adoring fans or off making another music video with Rin? Thoughts of Rin invaded his mind and Rei grasped the idiotic plush toy Taito bought him for his eleventh birthday and strangled it.
He was basically just a down-pitched Rin.
Scratch that, he was basically just a black-haired Rinto.
Just as Rui was a rip-off of Lenka.
Everything just plainly sucked in their world.
But it wasn't like he had anything against Lenka, she was quite mature and cute unlike the annoying blond wad of an elder brother. God, Rinto and Len and Rin were just infuriating. Could he just go one day without them ransacking his mind?
"I'm a failure," Rei growled sullenly. "I'm a failure."
Then a ring buzzed from his phone's speaker and Rei arched an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued.
From the bottom of his heart he hopped it wouldn't be Len.
Or Rin.
Or Rinto.
They all really knew how to tick him off.
Grabbing the bruised phone from the floor, he flipped it open and read the caller ID. Unknown Number. His stomach felt queasy. It could be a rabid fan-girl, or a recording company finally acknowledging both him and his sister for their amazing vocals.
Heck, Mikuo already released his very own album! The teal-haired boy was the first Pitchloid to do so.
"Hello," he murmured softly. "Who is this?"
"Yo."
His eyebrow twitched.
"Zeito?" The man's name was rough on Rei's tongue. "Why are you calling? Rui's pretty pissed at you. So am I. This better be good-"
"She wants to meet you." His voice was cold and calculating as always.
"I don't know who you're talking about."
"Well, just come."
Rei's grip on the phone tightened, matching his anger. "I'm not coming unless you tell me-"
"Miku Hatsune. She wants to see you."
Well wasn't this certainly a surprising plot-twist?
"Stop kidding around. Miku Hatsune's an icon. She wouldn't want anything to do with some low-rate Pitchloid. Not me, not you – hell! – even Mikuo stays away from her. Last I heard, she's retiring from the industry so the twins are gonna' be first in the charts for once."
"Miku really wants to talk to you."
"I told you Zeito, I'm not getting out of this house until you explai-"
"Come. Now."
"Zei-"
Then line blasted 'beep' in his ear.
The man hung up! Rei could just imagine the nonchalant grin spread across his face. This wasn't going to end well, he was sure of it.
"Damn you," Rei growled. "Damn you to hell."
Grabbing a raincoat from the hanger, he unlocked the door and brooded out. Brushing past Rui, who was holding his cup of cold water with one hand while the other was fixing her headphones, with brisk walks, he didn't bother replying to her small squeak of "R-Rei!"
"I'm going for a walk."
"In the rain?" she bit her lip, a suspicious glint in her eyes. "You'll get a cold."
"You know me; I never get sick."
"Rei-"
"I'll be back by dinner! Bye!"
As much as he wanted to stay at home and talk about sweet nothings with Rui, Rei could feel the curiosity buzz banging inside him. Something wasn't right. Why would the Miku Hatsune want to meet with him?
Jesus, the days were starting to get odder and odder.
Upon entering the extravagant building, Rei heard the sound of a dull 'pop'. Soon enough, he came to find out the sound emitted from his jaw hanging open idiotically. Zeito had given him the directions, but this was his first time being in such a large building.
It was shocking to find out all this belonged to Miku Hatsune alone.
"May I help you?"
Rei shuffled from one foot to the other awkwardly. He was dressed in his usual outfit complemented by his signature white tie. But now everything felt just a bit too tight for his liking, and the secretary was starting to eye him with an erotic gaze.
"Yes. I have an appointment with Miku Hatsune."
Oddly enough, she was dressed as a maid with her striking green hair as a highlight. Rei quickly read the name tag pinned to her collar. Iku Acme. She glanced at the various obscure papers littering her desk. Then she tilted her head, eyes blank before the realization clicked in. "Oh, are you Ronald McDonald?"
"Err- Who?"
She waved her hand nonchalantly, an audible giggle erupting from her thin lips. "My bad, I must be confused. You're not at all orange!"
What a weird woman.
"Just take the elevator and turn left-"
"Well aren't you late?"
High-pitched, calm, and laced to the brim with a false security.
Rei suppressed a shiver.
He had heard her voice in the discs and live concerts, but it was something entirely different to listen up-close and in person.
Miku cocked an eyebrow and 'tsked'. "You look like a wreck. Shees, I have more work than usual."
Iku gasped. "Hatsune-san! What are you doing out of your room? You were given orders by the doctor to stay inside and rest up. You are doing exactly the opposite. Come, come, I'll take you back."
She harrumphed, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't want to. I need to talk to Rei."
Iku looked at Miku, glared, then settled on Rei and Rei shrugged in response. "Hatsune-san, we're taking you back to your room and once we're there I'll inject the anesthetic. That way you'll be in top shape for tomorrow's meeting with the rest of Vocaloid03. Doesn't that sound fu-"
Miku leaped past her and toppled straight to Rei, only catching herself in a split-second. She grabbed his hand with a damned smile and surged forward, dragging him with amazing strength. Rei heard Iku moan and he resisted a blush from spreading across his face. He remembered Rui mentioning an UTAU made for . . . possibilities.
"Where we going?" he questioned.
She cracked a smug grin. "Nothing-"
Rei was about to breathe a sigh of relief before he spotted a key dangling from her index finger and a sense of dread filled his stomach. He guessed they were for a car or a motorcycle. God, he hated fast-moving vehicles more than most of his annoyances combined.
"-But a wild goose-chase until Meiko or Zeito decide to pounce on us."
Oh how would he explain all this to Rui later on?
Well I'm finished. I'm not really into long chapters -_-
But at least I updated!
And yet I still fail in life.