Starri: Yes, I KNOW it gets more uninteresting, boring, stupid, weaboo, etc. later on. The infamous writer's block, I have discovered the HARD way, really does exist and is now squeezing me in its hard pointy talons. Also, I have been busy with stuff from Deviantart and YT. So please bear with me here x.x
Len: IT DOES EXIST! :O I was SURE it was just something that lazy people made up to get out of writing ...
Rin: Me too ...
Starri: *sweatdrops* Anyways, I'm taking a break for a few days so that I can daydream something good and juicy for the upcoming chapters. I have somehow managed to scrape this one up out of my remaining energy, though. So ... enjoy(?)
Somewhere, in a dark layer shrouded by shadows ...
A figure sat at a lone computer, typing away. Its feet dangled from the ground and its hands struggled to reach the keys. It barely had enough energy to sit up, the result of endless nights of research and recording.
But it was satisfied. At last, it had found out the key to the downfall of its enemy. It grinned in the light from the screen, revealing pearly white teeth. All it had to do was wait.
The door leading into its room opened. The figure shut off the computer and swiveled around in its desk chair, careful to keep its face shrouded.
"The troops are in posistion, I trust?" The man who had entered in the doorway pulled his dark red cloak tighter around its slim figure.
"Yes, commander. The Vocaloids have caught on quickly, more quickly than I presumed they would."
The figure sighed. "And this is why I told you to come up with a plan B. But," It waved its hand dismissively, "No matter. I have found the key to their demise."
The man in the cloak stepped foward eagerly. "You have, commander? What is this source of miracle?"
The figure leaned back in the desk chair. "That, I'm afraid, is classified information, Felix. I do not trust you with something of such value."
Felix swallowed his dissapointment. "Yes, commander. I respect your reasons."
The figure turned slowly around again. "I appreciate your obediance, Felix." It inclined its head slightly. "You are dismissed."
Felix nodded, stiffly swiveled around, and trudged out, closing the door with a sharp click. The figure paused for a moment, then took out a silver device with numbered buttons. It dialed a number rapidly and pressed the device to its ear. After a few rings, someone picked up.
"Hello?" A smooth voice answered. The figure cleared its throat.
"Ah, Mariam. I have a task for you, and for you only. I'm afraid that after our last battle, Felix isn't up for the job."
Mariam smiled from the other end. "And what might this task be?"
The figure tapped its fingers on the desk, making soft little clicks from perfectly manicured nails.
"I trust that you will accept, no matter how dangerous it is?"
Mariam chuckled softly. "Of course. It is what I do."
"Then, should it result in your death, I want to feel no remorse for your choice."
Mariam grinned, lips pulling back to reveal pointed teeth.
"I would have expected nothing else..."
"My dearest daughter."
Starri: You don't have to tell me it's short, I wrote it. As I said, don't get impatient cause I need time to think.
Len: She's just cranky cause it's 1:35 AM.
Marou: *shakes head* Haaah. You should stop staying up late.
Starri: *panics* ARE YOU KIDDING? School is right around the corner, I need to squeeze in every extra hour!
Rin: *shakes head* You baka.
Starri: Anyways, I dun care if you review or not, this chapter was too short to comment on anyways. Stay tuned if ya want, but I won't be typing for a bit.
Teto: *sigh* I'll do it then. Please R&R, and even though Starri never does the disclaimer anymore, she still doesn't own Vocaloid.