MASTER's Folder

Disclaimer: I do not own Vocaloid or any and all official characters. This is just a collection of one-shot that don't fit anywhere else, or have no space within the ever-complex workings that is my mind.

Summary: This folder contains miscellaneous Vocaloid stories that I test-run. Others are made from challenges by others. Anything goes here.

Purple Pancake

There was a giant fun-loving purple dinosaur little children know as Barney. You know what happened to him? Kagamine Len and Kagamine Rin ran through the gates of the school he sings and dances at and rolls him flat with their favorite construction machinery called the Road Roller, making him a purple bloody smear against the pavement much to the dismay of the little kids, and the utter delight of teenagers and adults under the age of twenty five around the world.

Loneliness

Dell always worked. Haku knew that. She would stand by him, and she would always try and help him, yet he would insist on doing things by himself. Haku couldn't take it anymore. She missed him. She missed feeling his arms around her. She missed his comfort, and those colored eyes they share. She walked over to him one afternoon as Dell typed away on the computer, and swerved his chair around, interrupting him. Just as Dell was about to yell at Haku, she moved up onto his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and then she kissed him. He was surprised. Pulling back, Haku had tears in her eyes.

"Dell... please... just this once... be with me..."

She would feel lonely if Dell wasn't there. She may have already been dead if he wasn't there in her life. Dell couldn't tear himself away from Haku, not with the pain he sees in her eyes. He slowly slipped his arms around her waist, and she gently leaned against him, resting her head on his chest.

"Please... comfort me Dell-kun," she whispered.

He rubbed her back soothingly, closing his eyes slowly.

"I'm here Haku-chan..."

My Guardian Angel

They say that people are blessed with a guardian angel. Well I have met mine. She's my twin who died when I was little, murdered when the bank our family went to was taken hostage by bombers who escaped a local prison. I still remember the pain I felt when my Rin was torn from my side, her life and that light she possessed extinguished. For years since she died I lived a shell of my former self. Without Rin, I could not live as much as I wished to be. Our dreams of becoming singers when we're adults began to die in my soul. Here I stood, age sixteen, and then I heard a cry as I leapt over the park cliff facing our city down to the canopy below. I accepted my fate, I wanted to die... but she came. On wings of white with sparkles glittering from her beautiful body, Rin came, and saved me. She was a beautiful angel. At the age of eighteen, I was a handsome young man, but here was my sister, grown up like I, and so very beautiful. Tears prickled my vision. Was I hallucinating? Was this but a cruel dream created by the gods? She looked down upon me as we flew through the air, gliding until we touched the ground. She began to cry, and she clung to me falling to her knees, and I see her wings fold against her back. Then I began to cry as I touched her, felt those soft wings that were as if mad of silk. She was real... my Rin was back... but now she was my angel... she was my guardian angel.

"Rin... I love you so much. I miss you every day."

"Len... please... I can't bear to see you take your life in this way. I want you to live... please... for me..."

"But how...? What about our dream? How can I sing without you by my side? How can I live without you there in my life?"

"Silly brother... I am always here... I'm your angel, Len."

"M-my angel..."

I clung to her. I didn't want her to leave me.

"I love you, Kagamine Rin."

And I knew she was smiling as our tears fell, until I slowly lose consciousness. I wake up, and find myself in our bedroom... and there on the table was a single white feather. And next to the feather was a message scrawled on a slip of paper.

I love you too, Kagamine Len... live our dream... make me proud, dear brother.

A smile lifted upon my lips, as I reread this. Here I am, a successful singer at the age of twenty seven. I never leave without the feather, which I now wear in my head as my special accessory. And I know that somewhere, my sister smiles down upon me, watching me.

Do you see me, sister dear? I made the dream a reality... I'm singing for you.

Drabbles...