Chapter 2

"No, you didn't."

"Yes, I did."

"You didn't."

"I did."

…

"…you just love to mock my pain, don't you? You bastard…" Honda said.

"You're just jealous-HEY, WATCH YOUR MOUTH!" Jonouchi yelled angrily. "But…I didn't win what you'd think I'd win."

"…What do you mean?" Honda tilted his head.

"Well…um…it's kind of hard to explain to explain…BAKURA!"

I jumped when he called my name. He was right next to me. Why do he have to scream it so loud?...

"Tell him what that thingy was!" Jonouchi said, pointing his thumb at Honda.

"The…'thingy'?"

"Yeah! The thingy! You know, the thingy I gave you yesterday!" He smiled.

"Oh! The thingy!" I said, suddenly understanding.

"-Okay, just so you guys know, this conversation sounds somewhat disturbing. What the hell do you mean by 'thingy'?!" Honda cut in.

"The…the…" Jonouchi stared blankly as he tried to remember the name of the product he won.

"Vocaloid." I said.

"Oh, yeah!"

"Oh, thank god…"Honda sighed in relief.

"So, how's it working for ya?" Jonouchi asked.

"It's…it's fine." I lied. I think the Vocaloid hated me. Every time I tried to make it work, it was as if it spat in my face, saying "You're not worthy of uploading me to your computer! Your computer moves slower than my grandma!"

"Great! Now…" He turned to Honda. Jonouchi tore a piece of paper off of his back.

"Could you explain this?!" Jonouchi yelled, shoving the paper in Honda's face.

The paper read, "Will bark for food."

Honda laughed. "Yeah, I put it there! Isn't it funny? Because, you know, 'dog'? And you're-"

"-YEAH, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I GET IT. OH, THAT'S SOOOOOOOOOOO FUNNY! HAHAHA."

Jonouchi looked as if he was about to pounce.

"Y-you know…it was just a friendly joke…come on, Jonouchi…" Honda laughed nervously. "…Jonouchi?"

Jonouchi scoffed. "Ya think it's funny to stick things on people's backs?" He hesistated, then pulled out a slimy green booger out of his nose. The class grossed out in unison. "Okay. I'm good with that. But what if I stuck THIS on your back?!" Jonouchi laughed, shoving the booger in Honda's face.

Honda screamed, waving his hands in the air as Jonouchi chased him. I don't think that there was a person in the room who didn't laugh.

Anzu stepped forward. "Honda did that to me once, too."

"Really? What did yours say?" I asked.

She scoffed. "'I'm desperate'. What, does he think I couldn't find a man? Why, I have all of the men here groveling at my feet! I just can't pick one, that's all!"

School ended that day without anything unusual happening. Everyone walked home like normal. We said our goodbyes for the day and headed home.

I passed Miss Takanaga's apartment on the way home. Her door was still wide open, and I could see Miss Takanaga and one of her friends sitting on the couch talking to each other, drinking beer.

"HEY, KID! WANT SOMETHIN' TO DRINK?!" Miss Takanaga laughed, obviously drunk.

"He's too young to drink, Kagome." Her friend said.

"Oh…too bad…oh, I got leftovers! Want some, uh…'Bakana'?" Miss Taganaga said, trying to guess my name.

"Uh, no thanks. And it's Bakura, not Bakana."

"What? PFFFFFFFT-HA! Sorry, kid!" She laughed.

When I walked through the door of my apartment, I realized the true beauty of having privacy, even for just a little while.

I set my schoolbag down and glanced at the computer.

Should I give it another try?...

I turned on the computer. The bright screen hurt my eyes.

When the home screen finally popped up, I gasped. I was so surprised to see what new icon had shown up.

"VOCALOID2 EDITOR," It read.

What? I don't remember even getting close to downloading the darn thing. How did it…?

I clicked on it, and after a few moments, a new screen popped up. The synthesizer had a keyboard interface that looked like the place where you were supposed to type in the lyrics for a song. I guessed that the keys represented the…well, keys.

I randomly typed in "Hello" on one of the keys.

A soft, high-pitched, feminine sounding voice sang "Hello".

I kept on messing with it. I typed in, "I'm hungry".

"I'm hungry," The voice moaned.

This is kind of fun, I thought.

"I love profiteroles~" I made the voice say.

But then, I realized that unless I know how to write some songs, this Vocaloid thing is useless. Just making the voice say a bunch of random stuff all of the time seemed…creepy…

Something as amazing as this shouldn't go to waste. Maybe I should give it back to Jonouchi. Maybe he could sell it or something…

"Hey," The voice said.

I jumped, startled. Did I type that in? There's no way it just said that on its own…is it supposed to do that?

"I…hate…profiteroles…" The voice whined.

I stood up. This was getting freaky.

"W-what?!" I yelled.

"They're…too…sweet…" It continued.

How would a synthesizer even know what a profiterole tastes like?

"Who…who are you?" I asked nervously.

"You…should…know…it…" The voice said blankly.

"Know what?"

"My…name…pathetic…mortal…"

PATHETIC MORTAL?! So, I came down to a conclusion; my computer was possessed.

"I'll…swallow…"

"Huh?!"

"…YOUR SOUL!"

I doubled over and regrettably started screaming like a girl.

I was paralyzed in fear. I didn't think about getting up and running away-I just sat there like one of those fools in a horror movie.

Suddenly, a cheerful laugh filled the air. It sounded like the voice from the synthesizer, except this time, it sounded like a human was speaking, and not a robot.

"Silly humans, so frightened by something so silly." It said.

I got up, finally, and ran to the door. I twisted the knob, but the door wouldn't open.

"No! Come on, open!"

But no matter how hard I tried, it just wouldn't budge. I was trapped. I laid my back up against the door.

"Who are you?! What do you want from me?!" I yelled.

I suddenly gasped in fear at a terrifying thought that crossed my mind.

"No…it's not…it can't be…"

The voice snickered. "Hell yeah, pretty boy. It's me."

"…you're…the spirit of the Millennium Ring, aren't you?"

"What? What the hell are you going on about, kid? I'm not a spirit, or a ghost, or a mummy, or a vampire, or a-"

"…Th-then…what are you?"

The computer started flashing. Lights shined so brightly that I couldn't see anything.

After the blinding light had finally disappeared, I opened my eyes. I couldn't believe what I was seeing when I opened them.

"Ah, yes. Here we are. Oh, it's been such a long time since my feet actually touched the ground. It makes me a little dizzy…"

What stood in front of me was a teenage girl, about five feet tall. She looked about sixteen years old. She had really, really long turquoise colored hair in pig-tails. Her features were…perfect. She was amazingly beautiful, so beautiful, in fact, that it was almost inhuman.

I looked at her strange, futuristic looking clothing and saw that she wore the exact same type of clothing as the girl on the Vocaloid box.

"You…you're…" I stammered. This girl…she didn't come out of the computer, did she? Is someone pranking me? Maybe this is the work of Jonouchi and Honda…yeah…

"Why, hello there, Profiterole Boy. How do you do? I hope you don't mind that I played a little joke on you there. I just couldn't help myself. But, oh, was it worth it. Your reaction made me laugh my ass off." The girl smiled. "Oh, and I hope you also don't mind that I checked your computer files for your name. Ryou Bakura, is it? Pleased to meet you."

I shivered. This…this was impossible…she didn't just…

"Ah! I apologize! Look at me, barging into your home without even properly introducing myself. Ryou Bakura…"

The girl put her hands on her hips. "…my name is Miku Hatsune, and I am a Vocaloid. Thank you ever so much for bringing me into your home! I'm sure that we're going to have so much fun writing songs together!" She giggled.

An evil smile came upon Miku's face. "Oh…and you better have some damn leeks for me, or it's gonna have to get messy in your clean little apartment, eh, Ryou?"