Chapter 3

Miku Hatsune. The synthesizer uploaded onto my computer. Is in. My. Home.

"Say, Ryou-chan! Do you have cable?" Miku said, settling herself down on the couch, turning on the television.

"I-I…uh…" I didn't know what to say.

"Oh, and before I forget…"

Miku got off of the couch and dug through the fridge in the kitchen.

"A-ha!" She said, finding what she was looking for.

Miku pulled out a big, ripe looking leek. She drooled at the very sight of it.

"Yummy…" She said, sitting back down onto the couch. She picked up the remote and started flipping through the TV channels, while snacking on the leek.

"Hey, Bleach is on!" Miku exclaimed, biting into her leek.

I finally got the strength to walk towards the girl. I turned off the TV and stood in front of Miku.

"Hey! Where'd Ichigo go?" She said, trying to look past me.

"I'm sorry, Hatsune-san, or…whoever you are…but you have to leave. I have no idea who you are or where you came from, but I do know that you have to leave. I'm not entertained by the prank you, Jonouchi, and Honda are playing on me."

"What?! Who's Jonouchi and Honda?!" Miku asked.

I sighed in frustration. "Please leave."

Miku put on a sad-puppy face and began to cry.

"What?" She whined softly.

"Yes. If you would…"

I stared at Miku's face. She looked absolutely pitiful. Her tears looked so real. She seemed to be so full of sorrow. I almost changed my mind about making her leave, but then I reminded myself that she was the one who barged into my home making a big fuss like this.

"P-Please…" I said, looking away from Miku.

She slowly stood up. She slumped to the door, sobbing softly.

"Don't cry, Hatsune…"

"It's…It's alright. Don't worry about me. I'll be just fine, living in the streets, cold and hungry. Maybe I can find a big cardboard box to make my home in. Maybe someone else will take me home. Maybe I'll actually have a real family. Maybe then I'll be happy…if someone took me home, which they probably won't. But, I'm sure I'll be happy someday…someday…" Miku said, opening the front door.

Wait, how did she open the door when I couldn't?

When she opened the door, a gust of cold, winter air blew into the room. It was dark outside, so dark that you couldn't see anything. What did Miku say? That she didn't have a family? She didn't have a home?

I couldn't take it anymore. What kind of person would I be to dump some helpless teenage girl out on the streets?

"Fine. You can stay. Just…please don't make that face anymore. Please…" I pleaded.

Suddenly, Miku's face lit up. A big, happy smile appeared on her face. She blushed and closed the door.

"Oh, Ryou…" Miku wiped the tears off of her face. She started running towards me, her arms spread out and prepared for a hug.

"Oh, no. Please, don't…no…" It was too late. Miku jumped on me, hugging me so hard that it was getting hard to breathe.

"Okay, okay! Your welcome! Will you please get off of me?" I yelled.

I heard a sob. Oh, not again… Miku lifted her head up. Her nose was snotty and her eyes were wet. She sniffled and smiled.

"Thank you so much, Ry-I mean, Bakura-san." Miku said. She wiped her tears again. "You know, these are tears of happiness, not sadness!"

I tried to put on a smile. "Um, good…I think…"

Miku stared blankly at my face. She blinked and then smiled again.

"You have a pretty smile." She said.

I blushed. I could've sworn that my face was as red as a tomato at that very moment.

Miku looked away and shrieked.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!" She screamed in my ear. Ow…

"WHAT?!" I said, putting my hands on my ears.

"THERE'S A FLY NEAR MY LEEK!" Miku yelled, pointing towards the couch.

She ran over to her leek and started swatting at the fly.

"SHOO! SHOO! DIE, YOU LITTLE-" She stopped yelling when she squished the bug in her hands. "Heh heh."

"Ew…"

Miku washed her hands at the kitchen sink.

"Well, I shall be finishing my snack if you need me." She said.

"But I do need you! Right now!" I said.

"What, do you need help with your homework or something? Listen, I may come from a computer, but I do not think like a computer, meaning that I suck at Math. Good luck, though!"

"No, not my homework-tell me who you are! Where did you come from? Were you really in my computer?"

Miku picked up her leek. "Well, of course I came from your computer! Where else do you think I could come from?"

"Uh…the front door?"

Miku sighed. "Come here. I'll explain."

Miku sat on the chair in front of the computer. She turned it on, going online to the internet. The homepage, Google, was where Miku typed in her full name, Miku Hatsune. Tons of results came up. There were links to videos of her on Youtube and Nico Nico Douga. There were hundreds-no-thousands of pictures of her in the images section. It was overwhelming how many things on there were dedicated to her.

Something called Project Diva…something called MikuMikuDance…these things kept popping up whenever we looked up Miku Hatsune. And when her name came up, a bunch of other names came up too-names like Rin Kagamine, Len Kagamine, Meiko Sakine, Kaito Shion, Luka Megurine, Neru Akita, Haku Yowane, Teto Kasane…

"You seem to be very popular," I said.

"Ha! You think that's popular? Wait until you see this!" Miku clicked on one of the video links.

The link was to animated music video. It was beautifully drawn, and whoever drew it obviously put a lot of effort into it, capturing every single one of Miku's features. The song was called "World is Mine", and it was pretty catchy. It was about a girl (Miku) who was trying to get the attention of this guy she was on a date with.

"Wow…is this…really you?" I asked.

"Uh-huh," Miku said proudly. "Now look at the amount of views it has."

I scrolled down to look at the views, and it was a mind-blowing nine million views and rising.

"Whoa!"

"Uh-huh."

She had tons of other popular songs- "Ievan Polkka" (9,406,520 views), "PoPiPo" (7,560,025 views), "Triple Baka" (6,468,446 views), "Love is War" (2,443,891 views) "Melt" (1,420,203 views), and so many others that I couldn't tell you the exact number of songs she had in her name.

"These are all…all of them…are…"

"Yep. The world loves me, doesn't it?" Miku said proudly, putting her hands on her hips.

"I suppose so…but that doesn't answer my question."

"Oh. Yes…" Miku stood up. "You see, Vocaloid has a…unusual history."

"…What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well…it wasn't created by some nerdy Japanese guy in Spain like everyone thinks it was."

"Who made it, then?"

"The Egyptian Gods."

And there it is…

"The Egyptian Gods? Seriously?"

"Seriously."

There was an awkward silence between the two of us for a moment.

"So, everybody knows what music is, right?" Miku asked.

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, it seems that music is a beautiful gift from the gods given to mankind. But, if it falls into the wrong hands, it can be used as a tool for evil." Miku explained.

"And why is that?" I asked.

"Because, the human mind is fickle and sensitive, and something as simple as a song can change that mind forever. If a song, for example, started going on about how the world is a horrible place, everyone is truly ugly on the inside, God made us just so he could laugh at our pain, blah, blah, blah-all of that's just a load of bullcrap-then that song could quite possibly change an impressionable human. It could make that human careless and reckless, or maybe even make that human into a murderer."

"Wow…I never realized music was that powerful."

"Yes. That's something most humans don't realize within their lifetime." Miku said, turning deeply serious.

"So, to control the powers of music, the gods made 'Vocaloid', a synthesizer that gave off positive waves to the humans so that they would be encouraged to write virtuous songs to encourage other people to make the world a better place." She went on.

"Really? What about these songs? They don't sound very virtuous." I said, looking at a bunch of other Vocaloid songs.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Miku asked, suddenly pulling out of her serious mood.

"You know, songs like 'Sunset Suicide', 'Alice Human Sacrifice', 'Rotten Girl, Grotesque Romance', 'Song for Great-"

"Alright, alright! I get it! Okay, so some humans wanted to write some songs about death and destruction! But it's not because they have corrupted minds, or because they wanted to corrupt others! That's just how the Vocaloid fandom is!"

"Right…"

"But, here's where I come in! Do you see how cute and adorable I am? How my figure just beckons to the buyers?" Miku said narcissistically.

"Um…I guess…"

"So, I'm so cute and peppy that everyone wants to buy me! All of the other Vocaloids before me didn't sell well because they looked boring and unappealing. But then, I came along and changed the world forever! And now that I'm all over the place, the virtue is just spewing out like a guy throwing up after a roller coaster ride!"

"Well…um…good, I guess…"

"…you do know that I was kidding about me being the prettiest, right? I'm not really a narcissist. I swear! Please don't think I'm a snob. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PLEASE DON'T THINK I'M-"

"-Calm down, Miku! I don't think you're a snob!"

"Oh. Well, that's good. Anyways, I am supposedly the chosen Vocaloid that is supposed to lead the world into a new golden age, or something like that. And, out of all of the other Mikus in the world, they gifted me with the power to pop in and out of the computer so that I can work my magic wherever I go! Isn't that awesome?" She smiled that big, bright smile of hers.

This was a lot to process in one day. Who is this blue-haired girl, coming out of my computer? And why does she love leeks so much?

"Okay…so, if you are truly god-sent, and you can pop in and out of my computer, then why don't you go back into my computer?" I asked.

"What? Is that all you want me to do to prove all of this? That's too easy!" Miku scoffed.

Miku walked up to the computer. She jumped into the air, and in a flash turquoise colored light, Miku was sucked into the computer.

I held my mouth open wide. Dear god.

Miku appeared on the computer screen, much smaller now.

"Close your mouth, Bakura-kun! You're going to catch flies!" Miku giggled.

I gasped, and then everything went black.