Disclaimer I do not own Vocaloid characters, but the story and ideas are mine.
Chapter 2
First Person
A high-school lunch is always busy. Students rushing to get to their favorite seats while lines are being made at various lunch stands make a high school cafeteria a very busy place. Filled with many people, and more importantly, many eyes. I had to make my next move based on this. There was a virus in these crowds, and a powerful one. The more powerful a virus is the smarter it gets. And a virus would have to be pretty smart to be able to hide from a Vocaloid's sense, even worse that its mine. Damn, not right now! I can't do anything unless I blow my cover… Seeing no other choice, I decided what to do.
Catching up to Marissa, I covered my distress with small talk, but after a bit it seemed to start failing. Just as she was going to ask what was wrong, a familiar voice reached our ears that effectively distracted her.
"Awwwwww, look at the two love birds. I wonder what they were doin' to be late to lunch?" This being said by our friend Richard, though he prefers Dickie. He is a short, funny, and very perverted person. He is the type of person that will crack jokes at others' expense, and I can always rely on him to piss off Marissa.
"What did you say?" was spoken back in a low and dangerous voice by Marissa. This voice was well known. It was dubbed her 'death' voice. It is normally followed by pain and suffering, mainly to Dickie. She does not like to be the one made fun of.
"I said' awwww look-'" He was cut short by a shoe to the face. I recognize that shoe. That is my shoe.
"I'm not mad, but how did you get my shoe?"
"Trade secret" was the simple reply and with a short tongue protrusion she sat down and started devouring her lunch.
At this point we all sat back down, minus Dickie who was writhing in pain with a shoe mark on his face. Another friend named Tyler was the one to speak this time. He is studious and light hearted. He is one of the tallest in the group, being 6'1. He has a skinny build and likes to play soccer, which I join every once and a while. "Did you guys hear? The school got a new student today. And yes Dickie, I have heard rumors that she is pretty."
"Yes! Come men, we must be off on an adventure seeking the glorious boo-"There goes my other shoe.
"Maybe we can get her into the group! There needs to be more girls here!" This time Jessica, or better known as Jessie, spoke. She is a pretty, intelligent, and sports playing girl. The thing is that she is very addicted to anime and secretly perverted. She manages to hide these from the rest of the school, but it seems obvious to us. She is about in the middle of all of us height wise and has long brown hair.
"We tried to get a pretty girl into our group once. You are what we got." Dickie said, glaring lightning bolts in her direction.
"And what a pretty girl you got" She replied with nor break in between sending her own lightning bolts back. They, for lack of better terms, are rivals. As it turns out, Jessie is bisexual. Both liking girls and both being perverted sparked a sort of strange friendship at first, but then boiled down to a competition that we still don't understand. All we figured out was that Jessie was winning.
"I think we have plenty of people here. Now, on to matters that are important, the field trip. We have to start planning." Then is the businessman of the group. Kyle is also in the middle for height and has the deepest voice of all of us. He has short curly hair and glasses. He seems normal at first, but he fits in with us just fine. He has random periods of time when he gets to crack jokes like the best of us.
Breaking the staring contest and causing Jessie to hold up a victory sign, "What are you worried about. The biology classes are getting a weekend trip to Catalina Island in California. All you need to know is bring your camera. We need to capture the bikinis!" the table looks at Marissa.
"Didn't have a shoe."
"And I am glad you didn't. My face can't handle any more of those throws. Cameron, you all right? You are being strangely quiet? Are you in shock because I was right about you an-" This time Marissa just threw a rock she found on the floor.
"When will you learn. But he has a point. Cameron?"
Seeing that I am in the spotlight now, I quickly make up an excuse. "Sorry, just not feeling too well. I think I am going to go to the restroom real quick." Please buy it
Everyone except for Marissa seems to buy it. But after a bit, and a lot of secret sweating on my part, she seems to accept it as well.
I quickly got up and started walking away. I decided to do a more risky Vocaloid move to ensure that my senses weren't just acting up again. I released a sonar pulse. A sonar pulse is a high pitched scream that only Vocaloids can produce. We alter the waves sent off so that it bounces off of either viruses or other Vocaloids. I let it out and sure enough I heard it again not a second later. Using my sensing ability to pinpoint exactly where it was, I figured out that whatever it is, it's following me.
I quickly entered the main building and got to the bathroom. I made sure that no one was in the room and prepared for my encounter. Sure enough, a couple of seconds later, the door opened and a boy walked in. Pasty skin, short greasy black hair, black clothes, he almost looked like a normal kid.
But I knew better. This virus is intelligent, that means it can be reasoned with.
"What do you want?" I am trying to keep an emotionless face up, but secretly I am worried. If a fight broke out here, I am not prepared and would most likely lose and we would bring down the building around us.
"I assume you know what I am?"
"I do."
"Then you must know what I am after?"
"Me dead."
His reaction confused me. He didn't have any visible emotion except for… confusion?
"You think that is what I am after?"
"I assume so, every virus before has tried to kill me."
"Well, then I think that I must tell you that you are wrong. Viruses do not want to kill you per say. They just want your body."
"What?"
"I'm sure you of all people know what a virus is Cramone."
"A corrupted file. One that had a faulty Vocaloid creation program put into it."
"Exactly. Take two things from that. One, that we are created from corrupted files. We do not want to delete files, we seek to corrupt them. And two, we were created from a faulty program. We just want to become a real Vocaloid." He says this slowly circling around me, never breaking ey contact.
"What does this have to do with me?"
"Nothing with you individually, the target is all of the Vocaloids. But if you are asking what we want to do with the Vocaloids, I'll tell you this. A Vocaloid is a file given form. We seek to corrupt it. The Vocaloids are the key."
"The key to what?"
"Ah ah ah, I cannot tell you too much. I am only telling this to you because you are the closest."
That caught my attention and put me on edge. "Closes to what?"
"That is for you to find out," he says with a cryptic tone. He stops his pacing and faces me, "But onto more serious matters. I came not to fight, but to inform you of what is happening in the Vocaloid world."
"Why?"
"Because a Vocaloid deserves to know of his new family."
"Wait, new family?"
"Yes, new family. Did you think that each of the new voice programs was just for money? A group figured out the secret again. The 'originals' as your group was dubbed has grouped with this group. They create Vocaloids and produce the voice program for their cover and the originals welcome them to the family and train them."
"I still don't understand why you are telling me this, or if I can even trust you in the first place."
"Oh, there is no reason I am telling you, and there is no way to tell if I am in fact lying, but look at the time. I have to return home. You'll be seeing me again mister CV-1/2. That, you can believe." And, with that, he walked out the door. I quickly ran to the door to try to understand more, but he was already gone. I sighed and turned around to wash my face to attempt to reel in my mind, and on the sink was a piece of paper. It was a simple note. But it scared me deeply.
Oh, and before I forget, your senses are not what they used to be.
-your friendly informant
A.N.
I just wanted to get this part over with. I just wanted to get some characters described and some sort of main plot set. I had an idea, but the though occurred to me that if I didn't have a main story, after the reunion part, which I'm still trying to figure out, it would devolve into a series of one shots of balancing school and Vocaloid. I might do that for another story, but not this one.
Good thing is that next chapter isn't just the main character and his friends. I am planning on it being long so that I can possibly add the beginning of the reunion or something. I don't know yet, but I am planning on have the return of at least one or two vocaloids next chapter. No, it isn't miku. That is f