Chapter 4- Forget The Plans

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A/N: Blegghhh. I'm totally lost for material of proloning this part of the story right now, so let's hurry. By now, I should be waiting a day before I update, as these are long chappys.

Oh yeah, and SEGA reviewed my question to publish this series with:

"Hello, We never give explicit permission to use our intellectual property. We reserve the right to take necessary actions when our properties are used inappropriately, maligned or distributed for profit. However, in North America and Europe we typically will not take action on YouTube videos or similar content. Monetization of Youtube videos is not something we consider, but we will demand the removal of any leaked footage as well as content that uses our properties in a malicious or inappropriate way. We will also typically not take action against works for personal use, school projects, portfolios, etc, as long as the work is not distributed for profit and our ownership of the copyright is acknowledged. Additionally, if you live in these territories and you have a YouTube video that was removed, please get in touch with our community team at communityteam so that we can look into it for you. Thank you, (Name blocked for certain purposes- no id thefts here today)
SEGA of America Customer Service"

:3 So literally, I can still publish it...

FOR NONPROFIT. *evil grin*

Hell yeah. XD Anyone want a free Voca EBook soon?*raises kindle in the air*

Of course, I'll have to remove all the AN's, of it'll seem like a half-diary...

(Necessary!) DISCLAIMER! I don't own the letter above, nor any of the vocaloids. I only own the Title of Book 2, most of the storyline, and a few tweaks. SEGA owns da Vocas, and Sodamania and co. own the inspiration and song 'My Crush Was a Monster Boy'.

Enjoy.(Selfie note: 8.07)

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(Gumi PoV)

I felt like the world was falling. Falling, falling.

"How am I supposed to do this?!" I said hysterically. "It'll kill me!"

I can't do this. I would have to be blind, deaf, and stupid to even think it over. Not again. Never.

"No, it won't. Remember, you are the one who can change this entire scenario. If you don't do it, time itself will stop for us."

"Not again! It was horrid enough the first time!" There are tears falling down my cheeks as the white begins to become a light, streaked with sky blue.

"Remember, I'll be there for you..."

It changed a bit, to reveal the lines of people, the horrible stage, the guards...

"No way," I whispered. I was in the past?

"Do it," he whispered, before vanishing.

I trembled as I stepped back, realizing my position. I remember there being a guard short in the beginning.

I have to kill his past self, who is on the stage, about to be executed.

I am again at Piko's execution.

I run away from the stagefront before I remember that if I don't get up there within the next five minutes, someone else will be up there anyways.

But I can't do it like this, not at all.

I find a dusty mirror close to the stage.

Then, I shut my eyes and focus.

I need to change my appearance.

First, I visualize my hair being a light cinnamon brown. Then, my eyes turn from blue to brown. A chocolate brown.. Then, my wings vanish. My scars. Finally, when I open my eyes, there's a different girl looking out of the mirror, at me.

She is the adult innocence, in all its wonderfully rare glory.

And she's dressed as a guard.

Her silver jumpsuit is complete with a black belt and sheath to fit a katana, a knife, a gun, and a pistol. Only the katana's is filled.

It's the old sword.

And as I remember seeing the two men on the stage, I realize that the one guard was a woman- I was just too distracted. And my hair became shorter as I walked out onto the stage, fighting to stop myself from immediately freeing him from his chains, then running off and living in nonexistence, letting my past self live a happier life.

But they'd find him again eventually, wouldn't they?

Ruining my attempt to change things for the better.

As I took my place, on the left side of Piko to the crowd, I noticed that he didn't sense me at all. He didn't care.

This made my blade slip, and for a moment, I realized that my past self hadn't seen because she was looking eye to eye with the short little midget walking onstage.

I picked up my blade quickly, shuffling nervously. Butterflies were making a storm in my stomach, and my hands wouldn't stop shaking.

Piko looked over at me, but I only felt guilt, overwhelmingly horrid guilt. I tried to hide it, but he'd already noticed.

It hurt me to know how this was supposed to end.

As the fat midget droned on, I noticed my past self looking up towards the red sky. I cut my thumb on my blade when my hand slipped again.

Then, the policeman nodded for us to end the event.

I snatched a glance at the crowd, noticing the hooded, brunette girl behind my past self.

I didn't realize what this meant.

Then, I stepped forwards, my blade raising to my waist.

I knew that I was supposed to, but my heart was protesting in earnest.

Then, as our blades lowered, I noticed again the girl behind my past self.

As she made a blocking motion with her hand, I realized who she was and what she meant.

She would do what I couldn't, this future girl.

And I stopped it, blocked the other guard's blade, and crumpled to the ground, shaking violently as the red liquid coated the stage as my past self crumpled. Her neck was sliced cleanly in half. In a millisecond, my future self healed it enough to keep her alive before vanishing.

I can't do it.

I couldn't do it.

But she did.

And the white portal swipes me back up, sending me to another time.

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I land again at the same time. But my viewpoint has changed.

I'm behind my past self.

And I control my nerves, knowing what I need to do. I'm creeping up behind her, as I somehow managed to skip the preliminaries, or whatever they're called.

As the blades rise, I stand up before watching them begin to fall.

I make that X with my arms again.

Then, I feel a knife materialize in my hand as I swipe the air.

I look over to the greenette, then quickly heal most of her neck before stepping into the invisible portal.

I wonder if I'm supposed to be upset.

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When I land again, I'm back in my house. The sheer amount of dust is shocking. I sneeze, then pull my shirt over my nose and mouth before looking around.

It looks cold, unfriendly, haunted.

For a moment, I stand there silently.

Then I crumble to the ground, crying.

It hurts, but now I realize something- it was necessary.

Otherwise, it would have been worse.

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