Just for the record, I love these songs despite my story.
Owning vocaloids is such a hard thing to do for me that the idea alone is used to cut through diamonds.
"Maybe we shouldn't be here…" I repeated for about the hundred and fourth time.
"Len, quit being such a-" Rin cut her sentence off as we saw a shadow approach from around the corner. We both ducked behind the stack of boxes filled with the twenty billion files we had stolen. Once again, this was a bad idea and we shouldn't have been there.
So it had all started with a song that I sang called The Riddle Solver Who Can't Solve Riddles. Basically, Rin and I played some guests at a party, but I played a murderer as well as the detective. Rin finds out that I am the murderer and tries to kill me with-
"A butter knife?" my sister exclaimed. "How can a butter knife be lethal?" She held up the script and tossed it down on the table with more force than necessary.
Kaito, who sat just to the left of me, subtly slid his bandaged hand from the table top to his lap.
I laughed and put an arm around my sister's shoulders. "Come on Rin, at least you get to pretend to kill me again."
She groaned and laid her head on the table. "That plot is so overused."
"True, but it gives the fans something to freak about." I paused. "Over and over and over again."
Rin sat up quickly again, turning to me. "Let's say for one minute that the whole me-killing-you thing isn't cliché. Even so, why do I have to do it with a butter knife?"
"Well, see, you don't actually kill me-"
Rin groaned and dropped to the table again.
"We'll take it," I told the producers.
Rin snapped up from the table. "What?"
I was careful not to meet her eyes. "When do you want us in the studio?"
They gave us a time, date, and a place and we left. I had to drag Rin from the room, but we still left.
We arrived home soon after that and Kaito disappeared into his house – blue – after a short goodbye.
I opened the door and we walked inside. Rin promptly fell onto the couch with a groan.
"Come on, Rin. It won't be that bad," I coaxed, peeling a banana, while reaching for a tangerine.
"Are you kidding?" came her muffled response.
"Come on," I threw her the orange and with a precision that could only be described as religious, she sat up, caught the orange and peeled it so that it came off in one, long spiral. "What would you be doing otherwise?"
She devoured an orange slice. "Eating tangerines."
I rolled my eyes. "You're going to have fun. I know you will."
"How do you figure?"
"I just do."
The day of the shoot came around and we made our way to the studio.
I personally liked the costumes. They made us look cool… except maybe the eyes. The red contacts were a bit overboard.
But something was off. So I went to the director.
"Um… excuse me? Why doesn't this thing have an ending?"
He glanced over his glasses at the script in my hands. "It does."
"What are you talking about?" I turned the script back towards me and reread the last couple lines. "So I'm the killer? Is that the end? I thought we had writers for this!"
"There's going to be a sequel," he explained patiently.
I paused. Opened my mouth. Paused again. "What?"
"There's another video after this one. You know. A continuation." He was beginning to lose tolerance.
"No, I get that. But don't we usually get all the scripts for the series?"
"Well the producers want to keep it a secret. They want to see what the audience thinks before releasing a second video." The director was called over by someone and he left me standing there. Staring at nothing. Understanding nothing.
"Rin?" I whispered. "Rin?" I called a bit louder. When no reply came, I practically shouted, "Rin?" I somehow found my feet and sped to where Rin's hair was being tied with a ribbon.
"What now, Len?"
I shoved the script into her hands.
She glanced at the end, knowing that's what I was freaking about. "Where's the second script?"
"There isn't one."
She looked up sharply, causing her stylist to jostle her head in annoyance. She settled back into the chair and trained her gaze on Len's reflection in the mirror. "What do you mean there isn't one?"
"I mean there is no ending. Well, there is. But the producers don't want us to know it," I explained hurriedly.
"Then how do they expect us to act?"
"Exactly!"
Rin thought for a second. I knew she was formulating a plan to retrieve the mythical ending. But where would it be…?
"You know, after being a detective, I'm actually really excited to find out the ending," I told my sister after the shoot.
"Then you're going to love what I have planned." I didn't.
So now here we are. In the basement of the head of the writing department's house.
The shadow we had seen earlier disappeared up the stairs along with a couple of trailing footsteps.
Rin and I stood up and glanced around. We were in at least.
My sister immediately hit the desk in the corner and clicked a flashlight on. In her haste, she broke a pencil. I can almost swear that I heard her mumble, "That's for giving me a butter knife."
"Rin, we really shouldn't be here," I continued. The nerves were eating me alive.
"Len, you-" She had removed a book from a stack of papers to find:
The Riddler Who Won't Solve Riddles
We both froze and stared at the cover in awe. We found it.
Suddenly both of us were scrambling to flip the pages, practically tearing each other apart.
We read the last words: There are too many holes to solve the riddle. So there isn't a real answer.
We dragged our eyes away from the words on the page. There wasn't an ending. WHAT THE HELL?
We almost screamed before remembering that the writer whose house we were in would come running – probably with a loaded gun.
We screamed anyway.
I hope that wasn't too disappointing ^^;
Hope you enjoyed it too~ If you have any song requests, you can message or review it to me ^^ I'll try to come up with a good story for it.
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