Rendezvous: A Vocaloid Fanfiction (Chapter 2)
Written by Kairu Kobayashi
Pure white.
Everything around me, everything was white.
"Am I dead or did I die?"
Well, I'm practically asking the same question, right?
A faint sound echoed in my ear, and it was the first time in my life that I have heard it.
It was a deep voice, but it sounded like an angel's at the same time.
Could it be...I really DID die?
"Shi-n Kai-o -ama," the voice echoed again.
"W-ke up!"
I could hear it...but I couldn't understand any of it. Or maybe this 'white environment' I'm seeing...maybe...too much light?
Right. My eyelids feel heavy.
My eyes, I can't open them.
Kaito, you can do this! Open your eyes! All I could do is cheer for myself as I try to open my eyes. Come on, do it!
"I'm glad you're awake!"
He sounded as if he was relieved. Actually, he does look relieved. There was a young man about my age standing by the bed I was lying on, wearing the same uniform as I. His purple hair was tied up like a ponytail, and it trailed down to his back. His skin was pale and white, just like snow. Just like a girl, his body was thin and slender but at least his height was fit for a man.
"W-where...am I?" I scratched my head, realizing that his appearance and built aren't what I should be dealing with now.
"Infirmary," he said monotonously, and yes, it seems that he's being honest.
The beds around me, unstained white curtains, glass cabinets with glass bottles in them, as well as health advisory posters that were thumbtacked to a small cork board on the wall.
"I-is that so?" I stuttered, and realized that the light coming from the window was already orange.
"No one was doing anything, but you suddenly passed out just before you reached the stage," the purple-haired student chuckled, but he tried to stop himself and cleared his throat when he faced me again. "Ahem, s-sorry."
Just before I reached the stage?
"What do you mean—" I spoke, but he interrupted my sentence.
"You were supposed to give a speech, freshman representative."
The clock high up on the wall said it was already 5 in the afternoon, approximately 7 hours after the program, as I can remember.
In front of this person I blushed, looking like a woman who's about to do it for the first time with her husband (or simply a man). Embarrassment. No, this is much worse. Shame.Let us say that it's the same situation as I mentioned, and put them in front of an audience.
They'd laugh at me if they see me again; the teachers, the administrators, the freshmen. Just like this young man in front of me.
My puzzled, blushing face shifted into a disappointed one, and this purple-haired guy unexpectedly noticed it.
"W-what's with that—?" he stooped down and looked at me.
He looks gentle.
His sudden action made me look to my right, attempting to avert his gaze. My cheeks felt as if they were burning. Hot, hot, hot.
WHY WOULD I HAVE THIS KIND OF REACTION?!
"As if he'd kiss me—"
"E-excuse me?!" he choked.
W-wait...what did I just say?
"Oh! I was just uh, t-talking to myself," I shivered. What was I thinking, blurting out stuff that were supposed to be stored in my brain?
The supposed 'gentle' face of his face made a smirk. A smirk that sent chills down my spine.
His snow-white fingers held my chin gently, but later on my neck started to feel a little numb. This strength—
"So, you were deceived by this face."
WHAT—what does he mean by 'deceived'...?
Compared to the way he stooped down and bent to see my face, this time he pushed my shoulder to the infirmary bed. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!
The distance between our faces was about an inch. I could feel his warm breath, and it was very intoxicating. It was the first time I felt that way.
"I swear you look like a tomato, Shion Kaito-sama," he whispered to my ear.
Why is he doing this to me—?
Next thing I knew...
...our lips met.