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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Vocaloid
  Relationship:
      Kagamine_Len/Kagamine_Rin, Gumi/Hatsune_Miku, Kaito/Kamui_Gakupo/Megurine
      Luka, VY1_Mizki/VY2_Yuuma, Galaco/Sweet_Ann, Hiyama_Kiyoteru/Lily,
      Oliver/YOHIOloid, Meiko/Mew, Hatsune_Miku/SeeU
  Character:
      LE♂N, L♀LA, MIRIAM_(Vocaloid), Prima_(Vocaloid), SONiKA, Tonio_
      (Vocaloid), AVANNA_(Vocaloid), Hatsune_Miku, Ring_Suzune, SeeU, Hibiki
      Lui, Gumi, Akikoloid-chan, Sweet_Ann, CUL_(Vocaloid), MAYU_(Vocaloid),
      Galaco, YOHIOloid, OLIVER_(Vocaloid), Mew_(Vocaloid), Meiko_(Vocaloid),
      Hiyama_Kiyoteru, MAIKA_(Vocaloid), IA_-Aria_of_the_Planetes-, Yuzuki
      Yukari, Nekomura_Iroha, Aoki_Lapis, Kaai_Yuki, Kagamine_Rin, Kagamine
      Len, VY1_Mizki, VY2_Yuuma, Kamui_Gakupo, Kaito_(Vocaloid), Megurine_Luka,
      SF-A2_Kaihatsu_Code_Miki, Calne_Ca
  Additional Tags:
      Guro, Human_Experimentation, Alternate_Universe_-_Robots_&_Androids,
      Explicit_Sexual_Content, Sexual_Violence, Trans_Female_Character, Non-
      Consensual_Bondage, Love_Triangles, Necrophilia, Aliens_Made_Them_Do_It,
      Emetophilia, Drug_Abuse, Other_Tags_May_Apply, Abandoned_Work_-
      Unfinished_and_Discontinued
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-13 Updated: 2015-09-21 Chapters: 9/? Words: 21272
****** Project Venus ******
by Azia_(orphan_account)
Summary
     "Project Venus" simply began as a madman's dream. But opiate is only
     good when one can control the needle.
     (Or: how one man ruined everything and how everyone else made it
     worse.)
***** Kill Kill *****
“Would you all mind if we veered away from Information Technology just for
today?” The students did not answer their sensei nor did their eyes light up in
excitement. They only stared ahead, expressions blank, minds emptier – a skill
acquired from the entry-level of the Educational Institution – and awaited for
what was about to happen.
“Your request to go off course has been approved, Hiyama Kiyoteru,” AVANNA
replied. Hiyama smiled, just briefly, and thanked AVANNA. Manners were not
necessary. The voice software usually received verbal abuse, especially in the
educational facility. Hiyama was sure to pay AVANNA hospitality in front of his
students.
Hiyama removed his finger from the public address system and turned to his
students. There had only been three students approved into the Information
Technology cluster that year. Not that he minded; the less students the
merrier. He had had so many pupils the previous year that he had to split his
class into two sessions.
He rested against his desk. The coolness of the surface pressed against his
back. Everything had been replaced with cool metal. Metal was sturdy. Metal was
trustworthy. Metal was always cool though, he hated it, the students hated it.
They all yearned for wood that wasn’t there and would never come.
“I just wanted to speak about human relationships briefly.” One student quickly
raised her hand. “Yes, Maika?”
“What does humans relationships have to do with IT?”
Hiyama chuckled. “Relationships have everything to do with IT.” He straightened
up from the desk and began to pace back and forth across the floor. Just five
or so years ago the floors were made from bamboo. Now it was all stone. His
feet ached. “What is the most important thing about Information Technology?” He
called on the next hand. “IA?”
“Keeping verbal and written communication clear, concise, and confident?”
AVANNA’s voice sounded more lifelike than hers. Hiyama understood. Too much
excitement and wrong answers were not welcomed in the Educational Institute. He
couldn’t pinpoint the moment that his days had turned monotonous, but he knew
that it was a sad one filled with revelations.
“That is true. What else?” Next hand. They had to raise their hands in order
and not hesitant before answering a question. “Yukari?” He followed her eyes to
the camera. They both knew the he was due for a reprimanding for addressing her
by her first name. Doing so was “impolite” and not a use of good “ethics.”
Maika and IA had been exceptions since they had not been assigned full names.
Yuzuki Yukari was not though.
“Showing you can understand your audience and can tailor your communication to
them?”
“That’s true too. But let’s get away from communication.” He turned his back to
the room’s camera and gave the girls a pleading look. Their faces cracked
briefly, showing that they were nervous and anticipating his lesson. He wished
that he could speak to them after classes, but he had already broken too many
rules in the Revised Code of Ethics for Educators. He would have had his
teaching certification stripped because of all of the new regulations.
Maika was next in line to raise her hand. “Showing you can listen to and
consider the views of others?”
He smiled and knocked his knuckles against her desktop in excitement. Her
notebooks and ultraportable rattled and were shifted from alignment. She made
haste to put them back into position. Untidiness was a sign of a bad student
she had been told.
“One more.”
“Thinking before you speak,” IA said.
“Yes. Those were all correct.” Hiyama returned to his desk and leaned against
it again. He was too antsy to remain seated. “Now, back to human relationships.
Social, romantic, friendly, and just all relationships are very important in
life. The relationships that humans have with each other are sort of like
projections of the relationships that we have with ourselves.” He glanced at
the camera and then the PA system. Everything seemed fine. He was just waiting
for something to go wrong. “Some might ask where how do relationships exist.
They exist in our thoughts. Your relationship with another person is whatever
you imagine for it to be. From whether you like, dislike, hate, or love someone
else. And that is one thing that separates us at the moment. We can put emotion
and care in our relationships is one thing that separates us from th—“
“Your unobstructed lesson time has been terminated,” AVANNA announced. He
figured that he was going to be cut off at that moment.
Hiyama sadly smiled. “Thank you for telling me AVANNA.”
“You are welcome Hiyama Kiyoteru.” The system clicked and she was gone. Sensei
clasped his hands together. He gathered his thoughts again. They had managed to
become scattered.
                                       +
“Hurry up and count the money.”
“Shut the fuck up Ann, damn.”
“Don’t get a fucking attitude with me, Aki.” Akiko glared up at the blonde
woman. She shuffled the ruffled dollars in her hands. She could hear Cul and
Mayu suck in their breaths from behind her. The two girls were mature, but they
were still young. Akiko and Ann could at least agree on the fact that they
pitied the two girls. They hadn’t expected for their record label to accept
such young girls and for the Entertainment Organization to approve.
“We initially have $1,000. We give 20-percent to the org and 25-percent to the
label.” Akiko quickly did the math in her head. She could practically hear the
girls’ nervousness. They didn't make as much money as they usually did that
night. Many people had attended the concert, but they had really gotten money
from ticket sales, not from merchandise or their latest recording. “So, that
makes $200 to the org and $250 to the label. So we’re left with $550. Split
amongst the four of us, we call get $137.50.” Akiko split the money. She
glanced at GALACO.
GALACO was a gift to M!RROR when their début album - appropriately named M!RROR
- had managed to go platinum after only two weeks. Cul and Ann had been excited
that the EX+MΔCHINA had acknowledged them and bestowed a personally made
entertainment bot for them. Akiko and Mayu were not entranced by GALACO’s cute
clothes and colorful hair though. She broke easily and her voice frequently
cracked and sounded plain. They had compromised by making her a dancer and to
give interludes during intermissions.
Akiko slowly offered GALACO one of her dollar bills. She wasn’t sure what she
was doing or what the robot was going to do with it. Ann was the one who took
her home at the end of the day.
GALACO’s glassy eyes looked down at the dollar. When she looked up at Akiko,
she shook her head. “Thank you, but I have no need to take your money.” Akiko
shrugged and folded the money back in her pocket.
“We have practice tomorrow. Don’t forget!” None of the girls would have
forgotten. They had nowhere to go, hence no excuses.
                                       +
Kaito looked around at his new surroundings. Being transported to another area
was not taught at the Educational Institute. He waved up at the pod that
dropped him off as it floated away. There was no one inside of it, but the
PRIMA voice software kept him company for the entire trip.
“Goodbye Kaito,” PRIMA said before the pod lifted away. Kaito didn’t transport
a lot, so he hadn’t had many opportunities to speak with PRIMA. He conserved
with AVANNA, the educational software, and SONIKA, the residential software,
the most.
Kaito looked around him. There was dying grass underneath his feet. He froze
for a moment. Was he dropped off in the middle of the anarchy territory? He
looked around. There weren’t any symbols burned onto the ground or weapons
lying around. He picked up his suitcase and briskly walked in the direction
that PRIMA had told him to go. He didn’t want to take any chances.
Being a part of the third generation of the Sanctuary, all Kaito knew was what
Hinansho (one-hundred blessings to the Great Refuge of Hinansho) provided him:
voice software that instructed his every task, cameras that oversaw his every
move, an institution that plotted his intake of education and his placement in
society, and most importantly robots, androids, and (once again) voice software
that was the foundation for everything. Kaito’s fascination with robotics and
other sciences and desire to help society had driven him to become a robotics
engineer for EX+MΔCHINA.
Or so, that’s what his external explanation was.
A slow plan developed in his mind as he leaped over fallen, hollowed trees and
uprooted patches of grass. EX+MΔCHINA was a giant mystery. The citizens of the
Hinansho were greatly confused by their decisions. They had created
entertainment robots for the controlled music groups, like M!RROR and
P!NK❤SUGAR. GALACO and SUZUNE RING were just simple gifts for having their
recordings go platinum, they said. They said that they were against anarchy,
yet they supplied items to Hakunetsu, the Neon City, and created the
Kagamine’s.
Kaito shivered at the thought. The Kagamine’s were at large. The legend
automatically recited in his head. He had been told that the Kagamine’s had
formally been a part of the Nation of Anarchy and had been injured during a
home invasion ("allegedly"). Len, the male of the duo, had managed to drag his
sister, Rin, all the way to Hinansho and to EX+MΔCHINA testing grounds.
Professor Kamui had managed to rescue Len by replacing his damaged parts with
robotic elements, thus completing the first successful cyber organism, and
resuscitate Rin by rebuilding her from the inside out.
Kaito shivered again. He could only imagine what the process was like. He had
been told that the professor never said no when it came to science, but Kaito
felt like he went overboard on occasion. Taking two humans and basically using
their bodies as frames for his newest endoskeleton was too much.
The Kagamine’s had been revived physically, but not mentally. Kaito wasn’t sure
why Kamui didn’t check up on their mental and emotional states. They had
disintegrated. Their minds barely held onto a fraction of their previous moral
codes and ethics.
The reports were slow. PRIMA had announced that traveling to EX+MΔCHINA was off
limits. Then AVANNA suddenly instructed for the teachers in the Educational
Institute to teach about self-defense and to go over evacuation protocols
daily. TONIO gave alerts for industrial workers to be on the lookout for
suspicious activity. MIRIAM told the agricultural workers to recount their
crops. Once LE♂N and L♀LA began giving announcements, everyone’s fears were
confirmed.
LE♂N and L♀LA were the heads of the voice software, giving announcements for
governmental and commercial purposes, respectively. They were only used on
special occasions. When they had announced for everyone to remain in their
homes and use the lockdown protocol, everything turned surreal for Kaito.
LE♂N reported that ten citizens were found in critical condition in the
warehouse. The people had been raped and mutilated beyond comprehension in the
industrial warehouses. L♀LA repeated the usual emergency procedures. Kaito made
sure that he was breathing correctly, his family's gravestones were
undisturbed, that there was no unexpected visitors in his home.
He exhaled in relief once he reached his location. He held up his
identification card to the entryway of the testing dome. It registered his face
and turned green. “Welcome Kaito. You may now enter the EX+MΔCHINA Facility and
Testing Grounds.” Kaito was taken aback by the sound of L♀LA’s voice. He chose
not to question it. It would only be wasted time.
                                       +
“Welcome home Hatsune Miku,” SONiKA greeted.
“Time?”
“It is eight o’clock. One hour before curfew.”
“Thanks. You can go away now.”
“It was a pleasure serving you.”
Miku placed her jacket in front of her bedroom camera. She bent down underneath
her bed and pulled out the metal storage box that her habitation had provided.
She knocked on the top of the box and couple of times. Quiet enough so SONiKA’s
tampered senses couldn’t pick it up, but loud enough for the box’s contents to
hear it.
She heard an echo to her knock almost immediately. She smiled to herself as the
open the box. She felt like a child on their last birthday opening a present
twice. She knew what was inside of the box, but she still felt joy in opening
it.
“Good evening, Gumi-chan.” Gumi looked back up at her. There were dark lines
underneath her eyes. Miku clicked her tongue. “Why haven’t you been sleeping?
That’s your only job, to eat and sleep. What have you been doing?” Miku pulled
the girl out of the box and placed her on the bed. She pulled on the ropes
around her arms and legs and the gag on her mouth. They were tight and had not
been moved to her knowledge. “Stop trying,” Miku said slowly. “You’re not going
anywhere.”
She rearranged the girl on the bed. “You smell. When’s the last time I washed
you?” Miku tried to think back. Gumi smelled a week or two old. “When I get
back, I’ll wash you. How’s that sound?” She loved asking the girl questions. It
reminded her of her superiority.
She put her bedclothes over the girl. “Goodnight. You know when I’ll be back.”
Gumi nodded.
                                       +
Oliver wrapped and unwrapped the bandages that Yohio handed him over and over
again. It was almost therapeutic. “We're getting less and less food by the
day.”
Yohio threw Oliver’s uniform cap at him. “Stop complaining. The girls found
something.” They both hurried to the cockpit.
***** The Girls Club *****
“Miku-chan,” SeeU squealed, “we finally made it to Hakunestu! Why aren’t you
excited?” Miku flashed a smile at her fellow band member, folded a white
sweater that she had never worn before, and placed it inside of her second
trunk.
“I amexcited. It’s just that I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.”
“Did you take your prescription?” Miku touched SeeU’s blonde curls, making the
worried expression on the other girl’s face vanish. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t
have intruded.” Miku nodded. She handed her finished trunk to SeeU.
“If we’re lucky, we’ll be able to get a special permit to permanently in
Hakunestu.” Hinansho was all drab and metal, but safe. From the commercials
Miku had glimpsed at, Hakunestu was the opposite: neon and excitement, but
artificial. “I’ll go get my other trunk myself. I’ll see you then.” The girls
gave each other a brief kiss on the cheek.
SeeU began to drag the trunk away. “You have two hours until the pod leaves!”
Miku nodded. She knew.
She returned to her room. She wanted to change her outfit before arriving to
the great Neon City. The Great Refuge was too memorable – to the south there
were the transportation pods and governmental buildings, to the north there
were industrial and agricultural grounds, to the west and east the residential
areas, and in the center were various places for commercial use. Miku could
find her way everywhere blindfolded, but in the Neon City there was going to be
a surprise at every turn.
And she was ready for it.
But not exactly at that particular moment. She needed to change her outfit, her
appearance was all wrong. She enjoyed the privileges that came with being with
skipping the Educational Institute and going into the new depths of the Fine
Arts. She was allowed to alter her appearance, go outside of the dress code,
and change her name if need be. SeeU had reaped all of the benefits with her
blue eyes, straightened nose, elephantine, blonde curls, and large, eye-
catching outfits. Miku enjoyed her name – Hatsune Miku – it was her only
reminder of her old life.
Miku pulled out her box from underneath the bed and opened it. Gumi was
sleeping. There was something irresistible and innocent about the girl whenever
she slept. Miku would let her slumber – for now. After she finished her entry
outfit.
Miku rummaged through her remaining clothes. She decided that pastel was the
way to go. Gumi had inspired her in a way. She was going to look innocent, even
harmless on her first day in the Neon City. She wanted to be seen as just
another cute girl on the street, until she could find her swing. Being too
outlandish was not acceptable.
She removed her nightclothes and put on a pale pink sweater that she could
stretch over her hands and a dusty purple skirt that puffed up to the middle of
her thighs. She looked at herself in the mirror. She needed more perhaps. She
didn’t want to be too plain.
Gumi began to snore as she pulled on her pink over-the-knee socks and floral
shoes. She took her hair – the hair that she had dyed electric blue and added
extensions to at her first opportunity; it was her lifelong dream – and placed
them in their signature pigtails, adding a white headband to the top. She
didn’t need any makeup. The natural look was in.
Miku took her hand and shook Gumi awake. She needed to get Gumi ready now. She
sometimes felt as though she was a mother and Gumi was her unbecoming infant,
but she knew that their circumstances were much direr than that.
Gumi still had an odor. Miku frowned as she removed her from the box. “I forgot
to wash you. Well, yesterday was too exciting for me. I found out that me and
the girls from P!NK❤SUGAR and M!RROR are going to the Neon City. If the cards
are dealt right, I might be able to stay there permanently and live the life
that I deserve.” She removed the ropes that hugged her body along with the gag.
She felt like the other should have a chance to contribute to the conversation
now.
Gumi’s skin had angry red lines from where the ropes had held her tightly. Miku
picked up a green prescription bottle (how ironic – she had run her trails and
errors on Gumi’s hair; the blue dye came out green and had not come out since,
but it looked cute, it suited the girl) and shoved some of the pills in her
mouth. Food Replacement Pills were the greatest invention ever, Miku swore.
“What day is it?” Gumi’s voice was quiet, hoarse. Miku unceremoniously stuck a
finger in her mouth in curiosity. She pressed her index finger onto the base of
her tongue, across her gums, and into her palette. Gumi gagged when she removed
her finger.
“I forgot to water you,” Miku muttered. She turned her back on the girl and
went to retrieve her hygienic items. She wasn’t worried that Gumi was going run
away. She was practically a paraplegic. Miku had worn her down, weakened her
well enough to her satisfaction. All she could was eat and sleep, just as she
liked.
“What day is it?” Miku sighed. She moved the box of products in front of the
girl and opened it.
“It will be one-hundredth day in a week. We can do something special to
celebrate if you like.” Gumi slowly shook her head. “We still will. It doesn’t
matter what you think anymore.” She held up two different flavored toothpastes.
“For example, which toothpaste do you want?” Gumi lowered her eyes and remained
silent. “Good. I see you learned your lesson.” Miku chose the cinnamon flavor
without Gumi’s input.
She traced her fingers along a particularly bright imprint on Gumi’s left
cheek. She had lain on her left side that night and the straps of the gag had
left a print. Miku then squirted the toothpaste on the toothbrush’s bristles
and brushed Gumi’s teeth. Lastly, she presented a cup for the girl to spit
into.
Miku then moved the girl to the bathtub. All bathtubs were metal and box-
shaped. Miku heard that the bathtubs in the Neon City were made from copper.
She was not going to miss her home.
“Use the bathroom,” Miku instructed. She hated it whenever she found urine
stains and defecation in Gumi’s box. Dogs didn’t piss where they lived, why
didn’t Gumi? Gumi wisely took heed and peed in the bathtub. Miku watched as the
clear liquid emptied from Gumi’s body and proceeded down the drain. Miku only
gave Gumi Food Replacement Pills and water, no wonder her urine was so clear.
Miku’s was practically the shade of a banana peel, all she ever drunk was
juice, alcohol, or a combination of both.
Miku then started the shower. She watched as Gumi hung her head down so the
water could drench her hair. No matter what they tried, the green color would
not come out. Miku pulled her head back by her hair and squirted body wash
across her chest. The white liquid spread down across her thin shoulder bones,
nipples, and vanished down her stomach.
Miku felt her body begin to warm at the sight. She had purposefully been
avoiding her medication. It suppressed sexual desires, SeeU knew that. The
government had deemed Miku as too sexual and tried to oppress her, but Miku
knew otherwise.
She ran her fingers through Gumi’s dampened hair. She then noticed that she had
forgotten to paint her fingernails, but she didn’t care. She didn’t want to be
too fancy. She then traced Gumi’s delicate cheekbones, tickled down her neck,
and then touched her chin. She stroked her thumb across her chin. Gumi had a
round face, but an angular chin.
Miku traced her fingers across Gumi’s lips. They were plump and pale from
having to squeeze around the gag for so long. She then reached over, careful
not to get her hair wet from the shower water, and pressed her lips against
Gumi’s, eyes still opened. Gumi had closed her and creased her eyebrows. Miku
pinched her arm, right were a rope burn was, and Gumi lightened up her
expression.
Miku parted the other girl’s lips with her tongue. She wrestled a one-sided
match against tongues and then clashed their teeth together when she realized
that she was not satisfied. She reached out a blind arm and turned off the
shower’s watch completely and climbed into the bathtub. Heat traveled through
her body faster than she was ready for.
Gumi slowly responded. Miku had slipped her aphrodisiacs from time to time. She
had never seemed to be in the mood. Miku wouldn’t have minded a still body that
would bend at her whim and ways, but it was nice to have the occasional push
against the tongue and press against the hips.
Miku caught her breath and Gumi was gasping for hers when she parted the kiss.
“I’m bringing you to the Neon City with me. I don’t know if they have curfew
there or not, but I’m planning on having fun.”
“Thank you.” Gumi’s quiet voice was genuine. Miku kissed her again and ran her
hands down the girl’s body. It was cold from the air, wet from the water, and
shivering from the desperation.
“Of course,” Miku whispered back. She then parted the other girl’s softness and
began to move her fingers back and forth, back and forth. Gumi shuddered and
leaned against the bathroom wall. Miku sighed against her lips and inserted her
fingers inside of her. Warmth and wetness immediately coated her fingers. Miku
sighed again. She should get herself worked up. She had about an hour to leave.
She still licked her fingers clean though, and Gumi squirmed at the sight.
Miku replaced the gag in Gumi’s mouth and retied the ropes. She could practice
her intricate rope tying skills later, for now something simple and strong
would do. She kissed the top of Gumi’s head before she carried her out the tub,
dried her head to toe, and then moved her into the trunk, on top of a pile of
clothes.
Miku had already spray-painted the insides of the trunk black, purchased a
portable oxygen tank, and put stacked clothes all around so nothing would be
too suspicious. She stroked Gumi’s cheek. The touch would have been longing if
she wasn’t in so much self-denial.
“I have to change,” she muttered to herself. She just dried off and replaced
her clothes with a blue sweater and pink skirt. The outfit was still pastel,
still innocent, still deceiving. Miku looked back at her cold metal room for
one last time before she took the trunk, closed it, and dragged it out of her
cold, empty home.
***** Scrunchie *****
“We are going live in fifteen minutes,” a voice on the intercom announced.
Miku took her appropriate seat, SeeU on her right, Hibiki Lui to her left, and
RING SUZUNE behind her – shut down. She did not appreciate being rushed from
the transportation station directly to a television studio across the street.
She was sure that not even one flash of light even touched her skin.
The studio was a pure white room. There was a single robot manning three slick
video cameras on pedestals and two large overhead microphones. The small robot
was whizzing back and forth across the tile floor, setting up equipment, and
starting a teleprompter.
Miku silently watched M!RROR begin to take their seats on the opposite side of
the table. It was a V-shaped glass table and the head of the table had yet to
show up. Miku continued to observe the situation quietly. She could already
tell was the interview was going to be about: rivalry. Miku pinched SeeU’s
elbow and leaned in toward her ear. “Get ready for a fight,” she whispered.
SeeU grinned and shook her head.
“At least we match,” SeeU whispered back. Miku let out a breathy chuckle. She
loved how SeeU was sweet, but shady. Miku had echoed her idea of wearing pale
sweaters while they were in the pod. M!RROR were all wearing clashing styles
and colors. They looked unrested also; another small, flying robot was
fluttering around the group and refreshing their hair and makeup. Miku was
proud that P!NK❤SUGAR was ready before they had even entered the studio.
A man walked into the studio and took place at the bend of the table, in
between in two groups. He had jet black hair and a simple blue outfit. Miku
stared at his face. She saw that he had a mechanical jaw. He must have been an
older model android. She would’ve thought that the Neon City would only have
top of the notch models like the robots that were whizzing around M!RROR.
“We are going live in ten minutes,” the PA announced. Out of the corner of her
eye, Miku saw that Lui’s hands were beginning to shake. She placed her hand
over his. The shaking stopped immediately.
“You have ten minutes left to be jittery.” Miku spoke with a smile. It seemed
to calm the young man’s nerves some.
“I’m fine,” he murmured. He was soft spoken, but proved to be a passionate
member of the group.
Miku twirled the tips of her hair and watched as a flying robot delivered each
of them a glass of water. She looked down at the liquid uninterested. She
didn’t enjoy drinking water.
“We’re live!”
“Good morning! I am Kawai Yakamochi and welcome to The Morning Show. I am here
with the most popular musical groups of the Great Refuge: M!RROR and
P!NK❤SUGAR.” He gestured toward his left and right and the members bowed
respectively. His voice was poised and proper. He had been created to be the
perfect television host.
A robot whizzed in front of them with a small television attached to it. It
dropped the screen box in front of Kawai. “I am going to speak to M!RROR first.
Good morning ladies.”
“Good morning,” they all greeted simultaneously.
“I will first speak to M!RROR. I understand that your first album, M!RROR,
managed to become certified platinum only after two weeks. And as a gift
EX+MΔCHINA gave you GALACO.” GALACO was behind the group – shut down also.
Akiko nodded. “Yes. And we were all very excited to receive a gift from
EX+MΔCHINA. GALACO has been a wonderful addition to our group.” The cover art
for M!RROR appeared on the screen. It was a simple picture of the group all
wearing black kimonos. The photo had been taken in the community garden – the
only place where grass grew abundant – at night, with the flash of the camera
as the only source of light.
“But I do understand that your second album, Chill&Play, only managed to
receive a gold certification, meaning that it sold half of what M!RROR sold.
What do you think that it did not do as well as your début?” The said album’s
cover artwork showed on the screen. It was a minimalistic photograph of a white
popsicle with a light blue background, the same shade as Miku’s sweater.
“Well, I think,” Ann picked up, “it was because the album had a different style
– we transitioned from a poppy sound to an alternative sound – and because of
the, um, establishment of P!NK❤SUGAR. A new group in the ring sort of
distracted away from Chill&Play.”
“Yes, it was a combination of doing a new sound and a new group,” Mayu pitched
in.
“Thank you for your input.” Kawai gave a plastic smile and turned to the
opposite group.
“Now, P!NK❤SUGAR, your début, Bikini, was not an album, but an extended play
that consisted only featured four singles.”  The artwork for Bikini showed on
the screen. The photograph was nostalgic for Miku. She sighed at the sight of
it. SeeU looked down. “Could you explain Bikini for me?”
Miku chuckled softly. “I do not consider Bikini to be labeled as P!NK❤SUGAR
exactly. The EP was just me and Megurine Luka. Luka was an entertainment
android, but she was also a friend of mine. We created Bikini together.” She
pointed to the artwork. “I love the cover. We kept on retaking the photo, but
we didn’t like it. And then we realized that maybe it was our faces that were
the problem.” The room gave a collective laugh. “So we decided to just take it
from the back.”
Miku and Megurine Luka were in white bathing suits. Their long hair, Miku’s
then naturally black, was pushed over their shoulders. They had been inspired
by the darkness and flash effect that M!RROR had used on their first cover. The
picture had been taken at the community pool before it was closed down. Miku
could remember the moon’s light reflecting off of the water that night. The
pool was beautiful. It was worth sneaking in there.
“How are your ties with Megurine Luka? She seems to have mysteriously
disappeared.”
Miku felt her smile waver. She had to be professional. “Luka had to go back to
EX+MΔCHINA for repairs, but they decided not to return her. I miss her a lot.”
“I understand. It was your second record, POP★SENSE, that caught attention. It
had managed to go platinum in only two weeks, just like M!RROR had. Could you
tell me about the changes that you made to the group and what it felt like to
suddenly rise to fame?” The artwork appeared on the screen. It had been a
professional glamorous photo shoot for the cover. Miku didn’t like it. It
wasn’t wholesome to her like Bikini was.
“Miku-chan and I are very close friends,” SeeU said, “after Luka’s departure,
she asked if I would like to join her. So we decided to get away from the
dreamy poppiness that was Bikini and go into the traditional Japanese pop that
is POP★SENSE.” SeeU patted Lui’s hand. “And then I also asked Hibiki Lui to
choreograph our routines, because I know that he is a great dancer.” Lui
nodded, blushing, as shy as ever.
“Thank you all for telling your insight on your works.” Kawai gave a brief bow.
“But now, I have a surprise for both groups. The West Entertainment
Organization has announced that it will collaborate with the East Entertainment
Organization and allow for both groups to have total creative control in a
competition between the two of you.” Miku gave SeeU a knowing look. She knew
it.
“The names of both of your projects have been released by the organizations.
M!RROR, your project is called The Tiger and the Flea. P!NK❤SUGAR, your project
is called The Girls Club.” Kawai stood. “Thank you for watching The Morning
Show. I have gifts for all of you on behalf of the show.”
A robot whizzed over each of them and dropped something next to their untouched
waters. Miku picked up the item and held it in the air. She had received two
pink scrunchies with black beads. Everyone else had received accessories also.
She smiled and added the ties to her hair. They conveniently matched her
outfit.
“Thank you,” everyone said. They all bowed and it was a wrap. Everyone shook
hands with the television host and promptly left the studio. It was a formal
affair.
                                       +
Miku grew even more upset when she found out that they were going to briefly
stay in a hotel connected to the studio. The window her room had only had a
view of the transportation pods. No neon lights.
SeeU was standing next to Miku. “We can explore tomorrow. For now, let’s get
some rest. Okay?” Miku sighed.
“Okay.” She removed the scrunchies from her hair and threw them on her bed. The
hotel room was small and simple, all white and glass, just like the television
studio. The bed had stiff white sheets and a single small pillow. “Goodnight
SeeSee.” SeeU smiled. Miku called her the pet name only on occasion.
“Goodnight Miku-chan.” SeeU took one of the scrunchies from off of the bed
before she saw her way out. Her room was two doors down from Miku’s, but she
decided to give Lui a visit before she retired for the night. He had been
quieter than usual during the trip.
SeeU knocked on the door and he opened it immediately. “What’s wrong?” She
asked. He pulled something from out of his pocket and handed it to her. It was
her identification card. It was needed in order to use the transportation pods.
SeeU took the card and looked over it. She could see what was wrong. The card
read: SEE SONG-U, MALE, 18.
“You need to tell her.” SeeU put the card in her pocket.
“No. And I’m female now. I take all the medication, I’m about to get implants
and everything. I just need to update my ID card and I'll be fine.” Lui shook
his head.
“You still haven’t gotten reassignment surgery.” SeeU sighed. Lui knew about
her hesitance to fully step over the boundary. “Tell her.”
“I will when I’m ready. Goodnight.” Lui closed the door without wishing her a
good night.
SeeU returned to her room. The plainness of the room was practically screaming
at her. Lui made her so frustrated. Whenever they were alone he was always
pressuring for her to tell Miku the truth. SeeU never found a reason to. No one
knew her as “See Song-U,” she has always been “SeeU.” Lui was just making
things unnecessarily complicated. Everything was fine.
SeeU looked at the full length mirror that hung beside her bed. “Everything’s
fine,” she whispered to herself. SeeU removed her shoes, sweater, and skirt.
She looked at herself in the mirror and let out a long awaited, heavy breath.
She felt like she had stopped breathing since the surprise interview and
announcement.
She locked the door before she returned to the mirror. SeeU’s eyes fell to the
spot in between her legs (as they did every day when she got dressed and
undressed). She removed her panties and untucked her penis from between her
legs. She stared at it. The penis was like a foreign object to her, yet
familiar at the same time. She didn’t want to get rid of familiarity. She
couldn’t.
SeeU moved to get her suitcase, but she spotted the scrunchie that she had
stolen from Miku on the bed. SeeU picked it up and eyed it. Lui had given her a
loaded statement. He not only wanted for SeeU to tell Miku about being
transgender, but about her hidden affections for her.
SeeU looked at herself in the mirror and ran her fingers over the beads in the
scrunchie. Miku was an enigma. She could easily be a blushing beam of
happiness, but then become a fiery ball of resistance in the next second. Miku
held a special place in SeeU’s heart, and it was going to be very hard to
remove her.
SeeU felt a heavy pressure begin to press in her stomach. She needed to stop
the thoughts from fluttering through her mind and stomach again, but she
couldn’t help it. Miku was beautiful. She had a prettily round face, round
cheeks, wide eyes, and her hair was gorgeous. It was dyed and had some
extensions added to it, but the additional hair was only for thickness. Its
long length was real.
SeeU’s dream wasn’t to outsell M!RROR, it was to wrap her fingers around a
strand of Miku’s hair – just once. She looked down at the scrunchie. She closed
her eyes and held it to her nose. It smelled like Miku: Coco Mademoiselle - a
birthday present from SeeU. SeeU imagined having the golden opportunity of
being able not only wrap a strand of the electric blue hair around her finger,
but to grab one of the ponytails, to pull it as Miku would moan in ecstasy.
SeeU watched her erection grow in the mirror and felt her body behind to tingle
and heat. She felt helpless sometimes. Whenever she was alone and she thought
about Miku, it always ended in the same result. SeeU responded to the building
pressure in her stomach and began to stroke her erection. She felt the
roughness of the scrunchie against her skin and sucked in a deep breath. The
texture was incredible and it was Miku’s, and Miku had worn it, and it smelled
like Miku, and everything about Miku was perfect.
SeeU slid the band over the pink head of her cock and slid it down her shaft
slowly, all the while shuddering in bliss. She slid it up and down her shaft
until the pressure was too great and she felt the release she craved. SeeU
watched cum shoot out of the head of her cock and the white liquid dribble down
over her fingers and the scrunchie through the slits of her eyes.
She manipulated the semen in between her fingers and bit her lip. She bit her
lip until she felt the skin break and began to bleed. Making her lips bleed was
her form of self-punishment. She watched as blood ran down her lips, her pink
lips that she had worked so hard for, and didn’t know what to think.
SeeU hurriedly cleaned herself up before she threw on her orange nightgown and
went to bed. She can try again tomorrow. She wiped the blood off of her lip.
She pressed the scrunchie into her nose. It still smelled like Miku's perfume,
albeit slightly bleach-y from the cum. She can try again tomorrow. She can. She
can. He can. She can.
***** Just a Love Machine *****
Kaito looked up at Kamui Gakupo for the first time. Right when he had arrived
at EX+MΔCHINA, L♀LA had instructed for him to leave his things in the front
room and to return back to the transportation pod to travel to Hakunetsu, the
Neon City. He was all for the Neon City, but he was beat from traveling, and
the pod took about a day or so to go back over the Great Refuge. But it was
worth it because he was now standing right in front of the mastermind himself.
Kamui Gakupo looked just like the photographs: long purple hair tied up smartly
and a burning stare. Kaito had to have been standing in front of the man with
his mouth agape for one full minute before Gakupo burst into laughs.
“Sorry we had to rush you into different plans, Kaito. I finally got Project
Venus going, so we’re going to do something completely different!” Gakupo took
Kaito by the elbow and led him down a long monochrome hallway. Kaito could have
spontaneously combusted at that point. The Professor Kamui Gakupo was touching
his elbow and leading him down a hallway in the Neon City. He could now
officially die in eternal happiness.
“Okay, so you were recruited under Project Saturn. So they probably told you
that we were supposed to do a bunch of boring experiments on robots and shit.
But now we’re doing Project Venus, and this project is going to be the most
exciting thing ever, trust me. Better than reading manuals and putting androids
together and filing paperwork and such.” Gakupo paused at a door, let go of
Kaito, and waved his hand over the senor by its handle. The door unlocked and
he pulled his colleague inside.
The room was pure white and only had glass tables and three chairs to furnish
it. Kaito saw a projector aimed at the only wall that did not have a table
against it. He returned from the planet of awe when Gakupo nudged him again, a
blue lab coat was in his hand. “To match your hair,” Gakupo said.
“T-Thank you.” Kaito internally slapped himself. He did not just stutter in
front of Professor Kamui Gakupo, the Mastermind of Everything himself.
Gakupo chuckled again. It was the laugh of miracles to Kaito’s ears. He
hurriedly pulled on the lab coat and shook his head. He needed to stop being so
starstruck – fast. “There’s no need to be so nervous. I just want to see if
you’re the type I need for Project Venus. I mean, you were perfect for Saturn,
but I think that you’ll be in an even better match for Venus.” Gakupo winked
and handed Kaito a clipboard. It was made of glass and a few sheets of dusty
pink paper was attached to it, along with a black gel pen.
“Thank you so much, sir.” Gakupo laughed again.
“Don’t act all formal. I mean, from here on out we’re friends. Unless something
really bad happens, like you try to take over my position or something. Well,
that wouldn’t make any sense, since you’re becoming a Senior Robotics Engineer
too?” Kaito vigorously nodded. “Oh cool. Anyway, we’re not doing anything
really science-y today. We’re here to check up on some girls and two guys
because they’re new to the Neon City and they want me to check up on them
personally as a part of Venus. Just write down whatever, all right?” Kaito
nodded again. “I thought that you’d be more talkative.” Gakupo shrugged.
The door opened and they hurried to take their seats. The seats were much more
comfortable than Kaito had anticipated. He had definitely missed out on the
luxuries that the Neon City provided. He wondered what the entire city looked
like. There were no windows inside of the room and he had been rushed directly
into the building from the transportation pod.
A teenage girl with light blonde hair that faded into multicolored locks walked
in. She wore a simple black t-shirt along with a pair of leather pants and
black boots. She yawned and hugged the stuffed rabbit she was holding to her
chest. “Why am I here?” She asked. She sounded pretty upset from being woken
up. Kaito didn’t even know what time it was. He had showered and fallen asleep
in the pod.
“Good morning, Mayu. Sorry for waking you up so early, sweetie.” Gakupo rose to
shake her hand. Kaito did the same. “Just so you know, I’m rooting for M!RROR
in this competition.” He winked at the girl. She smirked.
“We’re obviously going to win. P! doesn’t have a chance against us.” She placed
her stuffed animal next to her.
“Mind if I ask what your rabbit’s name is?” Kaito asked. He was purely curious.
He had recognize the M!RROR singer at first sight, but wasn’t sure if he should
speak on it. He had always seen Mayu carry the stuffed animal everywhere, but
could find no information about it (Kaito had many a bored evening with only a
computer and music to occupy him).
“Her name is Usano Mimi.” Mayu’s smile became more genuine instead of cutting
then. “You didn’t tell me why I’m here, professors?” Kaito nearly squealed. He
was Professor Kaito now.
“You’re just going to have a little checkup on everything since you’re here in
the Neon City for the first time. And this one is going to be slightly
different than the one that you get for your ID card, all right?” She nodded in
confusion. “Okay, we’re starting with a few questions. Are you taking any
medications right now?”
Mayu nodded again. “Yeah, I take Food Replacement Pills and I’m on a schedule
for when to drink water and stuff.” Gakupo scribbled something down on his
clipboard. Kaito looked down at his own. The questions were on his sheet also.
“Experiencing any symptoms from the pills? I know that sometimes the pills
still make some people hungry and others sick even. We’re trying to improve on
that, but the plan’s been pushed to the backburner right now.”
“Nope, no problems. They’re perfect. That’s the only medication I take by the
way.”
“No birth control or anything like that?” Mayu shook her head. “It’s okay if
you tell me you know, don’t be shy.” He chuckled. Something about Gakupo’s
laugh made Kaito’s mind at ease. He was smitten by the sound.
Mayu seemed at ease also. She echoed his laugh. “No, I’m serious. Only the food
pills.”
“Okay then. No previous surgeries or anything?” She shook her head. “You have a
clean record. That’s pretty good. Okay, now’s time for the physical. You can
leave Usano Mimi with my friend Kaito here. He’ll take good care of her.” Mayu
nodded. Kaito sensed some reluctantly on her part though when she handed the
rabbit over. He smiled and placed the rabbit in his lap.
Mayu unlaced her boots and removed them. She then quickly removed her pants and
shirt and held her arms across her chest. “Make it quick,” she muttered. She
was wearing pink undergarments. Oddly bright for her darker preference for
clothes, Kaito thought.
Gakupo stood up and went to one of the glass tables. Kaito watched as he
meticulously stretched two blue gloves over his hands and took a camera from
the table. It was a black Polaroid camera. Kaito had only seen such cameras
when he was getting his ID pictures retaken.
Gakupo took the girl’s elbow and she slowly moved it away from her chest. He
examined it carefully. “When’s your birthday?”
“The sixth of May,” she swiftly answered. There was a bite in her undertone.
Kaito didn’t understand why she was being so hostile. “Are you even a real
doctor? I thought you made robots.”
“To put it simply: I make robots and androids. Meaning, I make fake people. And
in order to make fake people, you have to know everything about real people.
So, I’m not exactly a doctor, but I am a scientist. And scientists are a lot
more knowledgeable than doctors.” Gakupo looked at her other arm. He took a
picture of her hand. “You have cuts on your right wrist. Care to explain?”
“It’s none of your business,” she mumbled. Gakupo didn’t press the issue. He
only took another photo and moved on.
“Kaito, can you help me with the film? Don’t be a freeloader now. It’s your
first day.” Kaito took the developing picture and placed it underneath the
table, where it was dark and cool enough for the photograph to develop. “Can
you sit down for me Miss Mayu?” She returned to her seat. Gakupo took her legs
and placed them on the table. He handed the camera to Kaito and pointed to her
shins and heels. There were red marks on them. Kaito quickly took some
pictures.
“Those are from dancing,” Mayu quickly explained. Kaito put the photographs
underneath the table.
“Well, I can’t tell you to stop dancing. You’re probably going to be doing a
lot of dancing for this competition, huh?” The girl nodded. “All I can say is
to stick to your drinking schedule, wear the proper shoes, and take breaks when
you need them. Don’t push yourself, know your limits. Plus, you can put some
bandages on your knees, that would be cute. When you get your ID, you can go
shopping. I’m sure that that’s going to be fun.” Mayu smiled again – genuinely.
Gakupo rose to his feet and Mayu mimicked his actions. He jotted a few things
down of his clipboard. “Can you take off your undergarments please?” Mayu
crossed her arms over her chest again. Kaito was tempted to take a photograph
of the burning blush appearing on her cheeks. “Are you shy? There’s no need to
feel shy of your body. Think of yourself has as a work of art, every human body
is.” Gakupo chuckled. “Don’t worry.”
Mayu nodded again. “Okay, okay, whatever.” She turned around and reached behind
her back to unclip her brassiere. “You two aren’t just some old pervs trying to
get some pics, right?”
Gakupo laughed again. Kaito could listen to him laugh forever. “No. You’re
fifteen, right? I’m not that much older than you.” She huffed and moved her
removed bra on the seat. With her back still turned, she removed her underwear.
Gakupo slowly placed his gloved hand on her shoulder and turned her around so
she could face the two men. She, just as slowly, removed her arms from covering
her chest. “Can you sit back down for me?” She rested her arms on the armrests
and willed herself to relax.
Gakupo nodded towards Kaito and the companion took another picture. Her breasts
were small and she had pink nipples that were visibly hardening. Kaito handed
her stuffed rabbit to her. She squeezed it to her stomach and made sure not to
cover her chest with it. Kaito took another picture.
Gakupo tucked one of her breasts in each of his hands and began to massage her
slowly. Mayu shuddered and sighed. Kaito bit his lip. “No lumps, good. Control
your breathing for me, okay?”
“Okay,” Mayu whispered. Her cockiness had vanished into the quieted atmosphere.
Gakupo moved the stuffed animal to her side and began to slide his gloved hands
over her stomach. “How would you like to make history?” Mayu gave a confused
hum. “I brought my little invention here with me. Just got it patented
everything today. I’d like for you to be the first to test it out. Would that
be okay?”
“Yeah, whatever.” Gakupo pushed the girl back in the seat.
“Put your feet on the table for me.” She did. “Spread them.” She did as so.
“Thank you.” He then walked over to another table and took a glass tube from
it. He placed two of his gloved fingers inside of the tube and removed them.
Lubricant coated his fingers. He headed back to Mayu and began to slowly
massage her clitoris. “Relax,” he whispered.
Kaito took another photo.
“Kaito, can you move the second table over here please?” Kaito put the camera
down and did as told. He heard Mayu let out a loud moan from behind him. A
speckle of jealously began to take root in his brain. He wanted to be the one
underneath Gakupo’s fingers, or vice versa. He had idolized the scientist all
of these years.
There were two unidentifiable contraptions on the table. Gakupo easily removed
his fingers from Mayu’s wetness and moved to the machines. He hooked one up to
the projector and turned it on. A blank image displayed on the wall. Gakupo
then connected some wires together before placing a headband with two wires
attached on Mayu’s head and securing it. He then took a phallic-shaped object
that it appeared to be made from jelly and attached it to the machine. Kaito
picked up the camera again.
Gakupo started both of the machines and took a step back. The first machine
started and began to move the jelly dildo back and forth inside of Mayu. She
tightened her grip on the armrests and threw her head back with another loud
groan. Kaito took another picture of the entire scene.
He then looked up at the projector display. He and Gakupo were on the screen
briefly before it switched to an image of a horse. It took Kaito a moment to
recognize the animal. He had never seen a horse before. The image than switched
to a dog, a more familiar animal, and then to Mayu’s stuffed animal. The screen
then rapidly displayed Usano Mimi being fondled by Mayu and then her putting
the toy underneath her skirt and rutting against it. The screen faded to white
again and Mayu gave another loud moan before the sex machine stopped and she
collapsed against the couch, clear fluids dripping out of her and onto the
seat.
Gakupo hurriedly scribbled more notes down on his clipboard. Kaito took another
photograph. “You can get dressed again now. Thank you. Have a nice morning Miss
Mayu.” Mayu confusedly nodded and slowly gathered up her clothes again. Kaito
noticed that she tucked her underwear into her pants pocket instead of wearing
them.
“You too,” she murmured. She then left the room.
Gakupo turned off the projector and sex machine. He looked at Kaito, sharp eyes
observing him closely. “You’re perfect,” he murmured. His wordiness was gone. A
serious air took over him suddenly. “And do you know why you’re perfect for
me?”
“Why?” Kaito set the camera down on the glass table. The sound of it sitting
down echoed through the room.
“Because you didn’t question a single thing that has taken place just now. You
just took pictures like I asked you too. That was perfect.” Gakupo patted his
shoulder. Kaito smiled at the touch. He enjoyed being praised, he reveled in
it. Hopefully he would be receiving more compliments in the near future from
his idol.
***** A Tall, Virgin Glass of Lemonade *****
Gakupo and Kaito checked off the rest of the band members, but Gakupo did not
bring out the sex machine like he had done with Mayu. Kaito was confused about
it. Even though he was praised for not asking questions, he just had to ask out
of curiosity: why did Gakupo only want Mayu as his subject for his new
invention?
Gakupo at first shrugged and Kaito thought that the professor was going to
leave it at that, but then he said, “I just wanted to test it out before we
went back to testing grounds.” They walked down the hallway, but Gakupo stopped
and knocked at a door. Hatsune Miku answered it and Kaito had to contain
himself for a moment. He had been good at hiding his inner fanboy the entire
time, now was not the time to explode.
Miku’s hair was only in one ponytail and she was combing the other side out.
She frowned at the sight of the professors. “What?” Her tone was so icy. Kaito
swore that he felt a chill enter the atmosphere.
“I just wanted to tell you that you can stop sneaking out and looking for Luka.
She’s never coming back.” Gakupo gave a colder smirk towards the girl. Her
frown deepened and she slammed the door in their faces. Something crashed in
the room and then Kaito was pulled away from the scene.
                                       +
Kaito was then given a proper tour of EX+MΔCHINA grounds. He was introduced to
VY1 and VY2 – otherwise nicknamed Mizki and Yuma respectively – the professor’s
android assistants, and the notorious Megurine Luka, an admittedly attractive,
pink-haired android. She was only wearing a long pink sweater, displaying her
robotic legs. If they had all been wearing skin or fully clothed, Kaito would
have easily mistook them for humans – even with his impressive robotic
knowledge.
Luka silently followed behind Kaito as Gakupo showed more of the testing
grounds. It was an easy format to remember, like the Great Refuge. Kaito would
be damned if he got lost. When Gakupo showed Kaito his new bedroom, he
collapsed on the bed and let out a loud exhale. Kaito laughed and followed
behind him. Luka rested against the door, glassy eyes studying them.
“It’s been a long day,” Gakupo sighed. “But anyways, it’s a little bit of a
shame that Jupiter is being postponed. We sent out this round of Final Fighters
to collect space rocks or something like that, but now they’re getting new
coordinates. If I wasn’t so tired, I would pull up the cameras on the
spacecraft right now just to see their reactions to the new suicide mission
that they’re getting.”
Kaito winced. Gakupo proved to be sadistic as he had thought. “Why is it a
suicide mission?”
“Well, it was a suicide mission anyway actually. After they collected the rocks
and shipped them back, we were going to release them into space. You don’t know
what the Final Fighters are? They’re called ‘final’ for a reason, you know. I
thought that the C.S. Avalon Oblivion was televised this year.” Kaito sat up
slightly and shook his head. Gakupo sighed and closed his eyes in exasperation.
“The Final Fighters are criminals that we send to do dangerous missions like
going into space, or Anarchy, or into a nuclear zone to do missions for us. I
mean, shoving people into prison cells didn’t work out, they would just go back
in and we were wasting good resources on them. So, why not make them useful
before we kill them off, right? The Final Fighters was a idea that launched
during Project Mars. I think. Right, Luka?” Luka nodded. “Smart girl. That’s
why I keep her around for my domestic needs.” Gakupo gave an odd chuckle.
“Okay, what are they getting at their new coordinates?” Kaito asked.
“They’re going to collect sex pollen basically. We can come up with a proper
name for everything later, but this strange plant that increases levels of
human sexuality like crazy was found on this little planet that's like a
miniature Earth. All they have to do is position a lifeline between here and
the planet, then we can get rid of them by halting their food and water supply.
Easy. We should drink to that or something. I haven’t had a drink in a while or
somebody to celebrate them with.”
“What about Luka?” Kaito had asked the question jokingly, but Gakupo’s demeanor
briefly grew dark and Luka looked down at her hands. Kaito could see that she
was peeling back the artificial skin on her fingertips off and on. Her
exoskeleton was clear and had various blue and pink wires underneath.
“Anyways, we actually should be receiving the pollen any minute now. Project
Venus may have officially started today, but we changed their paths a few days
ago so they could be on schedule with everything.” Gakupo got off of the bed
and stretched his long arms over his head. Kaito and Luka followed after him.
                                       +
Red lights and sirens were going off in C.S. Avalon Oblivion. Yohio startled
awake from his afternoon nap in a panic. He joined Oliver in their race towards
the cockpit. They had discovered a few days ago that they were heading in
another direction, but they were not informed that it was going to be a crash
landing.
And it looked like they were going to go out in a bang too.
Yohio could see that they were quickly approaching a swiftly tilting
planet from the large window ahead of them. Mew and Meiko, his female comrades,
were already prepared for the crash landing. They had secured airbags and
shoulder harnesses for themselves. Yohio and Oliver looked around. There were
only two seats in the cockpit. No wonder they had been only residing in the
cockpit. They wanted to have to protection for themselves.
Before Yohio could race off to another safe area of the spacecraft, he could
feel himself falling backwards. He quickly bundled himself up in a fetal
position and cramped himself up in a small corner underneath the control panel.
He knew that he was going to be injured – and possibly die later on – but he
could at least salvage himself enough to help the girls honor the mission. They
couldn't be getting all of the glory.
Oliver, not so much.
The craft crashed on the new dwarf planet before the young boy could situate
himself properly. The turbulence managed to shake him off of his feet and he
fell with the nose of the craft and was pressed against the window, where the
direct area of the crash was going to be.
A loud ringing went off in Yohio’s ears. He held his knees closer to his chest
and squeezed his eyes shut. He was nearly thrown out of his hiding hole when
the vessel crashed. He opened one of his eyes in curiosity. The girls were
sitting calmly in the two seats and looking forward as the plane crash, like
they were two practice dummies in a controlled crash sight.
Oliver was the opposite.
Oliver was screaming at the top of his lungs in sheer pain and terror. Yohio
heard the window crack and shatter and figured that Oliver was source of the
breakage judging from the bloodied, glass fragments that began to rain at his
feet.
Yohio decided it was safe to come out of hiding after the starship stopped
bouncing and Oliver’s screaming turned into loud, pained sobbing. He – careful
of the red glass – walked outside of the ship. It might have been a foolish
decision, but Yohio took a deep breath of the foreign planet’s air. It was all
nearly earthlike. He had even stepped in a puddle of gray water on his way out.
The only difference though was the large meadow of endless pink flowers and
flying yellow pollen everywhere.
The girls followed behind him out of the cockpit with their air masks still
intact. Yohio heard them whisper to one another before they began to set the
delivery system up. “It’s dangerous to breathe these pollens in,” Meiko
murmured. Yohio took another deep breath. He didn’t care. He was supposed to be
dead at the moment, but hello life.
“Go check on Oliver,” Mew called out. Yohio huffed and did as told. They were
just giving him busywork. He had opportunities to go exploring on the new found
land later.
The pollens tickled on their way up Yohio’s nose and he sneezed. They were
certainly having some sort of effect on him. He felt like there was a pressure
weighing down on his body. His bodily temperatures were beginning to rise with
every single step he took. He heard blood pumping in his ears along with the
crushing of more flowers underneath his feet, which sent more pollen out into
the sky and into his system.
By the time Yohio had located the source of the sobbing, he was not the same
man that had survived the spaceship crash. He had unzipped his suit all the way
to the ankle - he was so hot and glistening with sweat - and was in the process
of removing his boots also. He moved toward his boxer briefs and made the
mistake of brushing his hand against his manhood. An intense shot of euphoria
that he had never experience before ran through his body like electricity. He
continued to rub his cock through his underwear, giving into his body’s desires
easily.
Oliver was indeed a weeping mess when Yohio finally discovered him. His body
was covered in cuts and he had somehow had his arm clean cut off, possibly a
combination of the glass and flying through the window. Yohio’s mind was too
much of a clusterfuck to think properly. He needed to relieve himself and he
needed to do it now. Oliver could wait.
“Yohio, help me!” Oliver grunted in pain and more tears poured out his one eye
and down his face. Yohio was too preoccupied with removing his too tight
underwear to worry about the boy. Oliver screamed in frustration, but the sound
somehow reverberated through Yohio’s body and made his bones feel like they
were rattling. He just groaned at the sound and continued to stroke himself
steadily. “Now is not the time for such idiotic ministrations. Help me get to
the medical station!”
Yohio’s highly sexualized mind registered Oliver’s cries for help as loud
complaints. More pollen flowed in through his nose, mouth, eyes, and ears as he
decided that he needed to shut Oliver up. But how? He was going to do what he
always did: think with his dick.
Yohio got on his knees, kicking more pollen up and making Oliver cry louder and
look even more pathetic. He took his cock in his hand properly, gave it a few
strokes, before he used his other hand to widen Oliver’s mouth. “Stop crying,”
he slurred as he forced himself into the young boy’s mouth. Oliver grew even
louder, crying even around hic cock. Yohio only groaned and rocked his hips
back and forth on the boy’s tongue.
Oliver continued to cry though. Yohio's cluttered mind felt like there was
another solution. He pushed his fingers inside of the boy’s severed arm, where
the blood was still warm and flowing, and pressed into the torn ligament.
Oliver screamed loudly, but it at least made him stop crying for the moment.
Yohio shifted until he felt the head of his cock touch the back of Oliver's
throat. He found euphoria when Oliver's gag reflex acted and tightened around
his length in the most satisfying of ways. Short spurts of cum emptied out of
Yohio and spilled down the boy's throat, along with another sense of relief.
As Oliver was forced to swallow the liquids, he felt all hope dissipate out of
him. He had met his Final Fighter destination. He had just wished that it
didn’t end with his partner coming and pissing all over him like he was some
sort of real life blow-up doll.
***** The Live Pink Blossom Experiment *****
Kaito received some much needed rest and recuperation for the next day. He
spent the entire day in his new bedroom. It wasn’t much different from his home
in the Refuge. He wondered if it would be too bothersome to ask to decorate his
room. On one hand, he didn’t want to seem ungrateful for not liking his new
living space, but on the other, he was going to grow visibly bored to the
extreme if he did not do something with his room.
While Kaito was fiddling with the projector in his room, L♀LA requested for him
to head to the safe room. He quickly picked up the nearest clothes he could
find – a simple sweater and trousers – and hurried to the room. He knew that
the safe room was just down the hallway from his bedroom. It was where Gakupo
kept his communications equipment and security cameras.
Gakupo was pulling a T-shirt over his head when Kaito entered the room. Luka
was by his side, still silent and still wearing her pink sweater from two days
ago. Perhaps she wore the garment as pajamas. Kaito could have time to think
about her later. For now, he wanted to see what was so important for Gakupo to
call all of them together.
“Good morning houseguests!” Gakupo was much too cheery for such an early hour.
He sat down in a swivel chair and began to roll around the room and turning on
the various computers. They were all beige computers with clunky keyboards.
Each computer had a built-in Zip drive, floppy drive, and personality card –
just like the one at Kaito’s home. “It sucks that with the apocalypse almost
all of our technology was forced to revert back to the early 2000’s, huh?”
Kaito took the blank chair next to him and shrugged. “I wouldn’t call it an
apocalypse exactly.”
“That’s what you guys call it down there? Isn’t talking about the Three Battles
was a no-no or something.” Gakupo changed all of the computer screens to
security footage. Kaito internally winced at the mention of the Three Battles.
He enjoyed gossip and talking about “no-no” topics (as Gakupo would put it),
but not the Three Battles.
He needed to change the topic.
“Why’d you call me and Luka in here this morning?”
“I just wanted for you two to see the first big move for Venus. I just got the
‘okay’ for all access to audio, so I thought that you two would like to sit
back and watch. Go grab yourself a chair Luka-chan.” Luka nodded and promptly
left. Gakupo pointed at the first computer screen. The footage was split into
four separate screens and it took Kaito a moment to realize that he was looking
at the Educational Institute. “You know this guy?”
“Hiyama Kiyoteru, IT,” Kaito answered.
“Correct answer. Wait, how do you know him? He’s not your teacher.”
“It wasn’t a rule to not talk to other teachers before The Revised Code of
Ethics for Educators came out. Everyone hates the new rulebook. It’s too
constricting.” Gakupo only shrugged and sat back in his seat.
“Well, at least you don’t have to live by it anymore. There are basically no
rules here. It’s great to be on the privileged side.” Luka returned to the room
then. She placed her seat next to Kaito’s right side and leaned against its
armrest. In that brief moment of silence, Kaito could hear the near silent
whizzing of Luka filtering oxygen – or breathing. Kaito wasn’t too keen on her
designs. He hadn’t had much of an opportunity to really speak to her. For now,
she was mute for all he knew.
“Yeah, I guess,” Kaito murmured. Gakupo increased the volume and pointed at the
screen again.
“Okay, so the message should be getting to him any minute now.” Kaito looked
down at the screen on the top left. It held an overview of the entire
classroom. Hiyama was sitting at his desk, grading papers.
L♀LA’s voice called out, “Hiyama Kiyoteru,” and he dropped his pen. Kaito was
still warming up to listening to the commercial software all of the time. Her
voice was the only one used on the testing grounds, and they used it
frequently. In the Great Refuge, hearing her voice only meant bad news. Kaito
looked at a camera feed that had a closer view of Hiyama’s face. He was
certainly frightened. “Please go to your home immediately.”
Hiyama scrambled to his feet and quickly did as told. The trio then moved their
chairs to the second computer as the teacher went out of the Institute and into
his residential area. Many of the denizens on the sidewalk stared at him oddly
and looked around in confusion. A person in hurry usually meant bad news also.
Gakupo then fixed for all of the computer screens to display different angles
inside of Hiyama’s home. Kaito was surprised that the teacher’s home was so
big, but then he remembered that the man had yet to move out of his family-
sized home, just like Kaito.
There was a girl sitting at Hiyama’s kitchen table. Kaito immediately
recognized her by the excessive use of the color purple and the bunny ears on
her jacket’s hood. He didn’t understand why Yukari was there. The new rulebook
didn’t allow for students to visit teacher’s homes and vice versa.
“What are you doing here Yukari?” Hiyama asked. He apparently felt the same
confusion.
“I was just called here by L♀LA about ten minutes ago, but I wasn’t told why.
Do you know why?” Hiyama shook his head. “Is it a punishment? Are we about to
be punished?” She grabbed the end of her jacket ears and began to run her
fingers over the fabric. Her anxiety was contagious. Hiyama found himself
panicking also and thinking over the things that he had done in the past that
could be deemed punishable.
He had done a lot of things that could be deemed punishable now that he thought
about it. He had broken so many of the new rules that it was a wonder how he
still had his teaching certificate. Maybe his punishment had been carefully
crafted over a course of time after his third strike and now it was his time to
receive it and his student was along for the ride for an extra zest of
humiliation.
“We’re both past our third strikes,” Hiyama pondered aloud. He leaned against
the table and sighed. “I’m afraid that we’re going to have to look at this from
a pessimistic perspective, kid. I’m sorry.” He offered his hand to her for
comfort, but she shook her head.
“I hope that this is quick,” she muttered to herself. There was a loud noise
outside. The student and teacher’s heads turned toward the window. There was a
large, glass dome coming down over the house.
“Please exit the house,” L♀LA announced. Hiyama and Yukari glanced at each
other before exiting the house as told.
There was no one specifically gathering outside of the dome, but the passersby
slowed down to try and get a glimpse at what was going on. Hiyama curiously
went and touched the glass. An electric shock went through his finger and he
yelped in pain. They were definitely trapped.
“Hiyama Kiyoteru and Yuzuki Yukari,” L♀LA said, “you have both been randomly
selected to take part in a live experiment conducted by EX+MΔCHINA.”
“’Randomly selected,’ my ass,” Yukari muttered. She kicked a rock by her foot.
“This is the Live Pink Blossom Experiment of Project Venus, subjects: Hiyama
Kiyoteru, Information Technology instructor, and Yuzuki Yukari, Information
Technology student. The experiment begins now.”
The teacher and student looked up to see the top of the dome open and yellow
pollens fly in. Yukari held her hand up and collected some of the pollen in her
hand. There was nothing particularly special about it. She was puzzled. Their
punishment was to be trapped in a dome with pollens? Were they going to be
forced to have allergies or something? Hiyama in the meanwhile was brushing the
pollen away from his face and sneezing.
She threw the handful of the pollen back into the air. It continued to fall and
she felt some creep up her nose. She sneezed and walked back into the house.
There were even pollens inside. It was truly an inescapable punishment. They
were certainly going to sneeze themselves to death now.
Yukari was beginning to feel tremendously hot all of a sudden. “Is the heater
on?” She unzipped her jacket and fanned herself with her hand. The heat was
almost overwhelming.
“No. My heater’s broken actually.” Hiyama unbuttoned his own jacket and hung it
over the chair. He then found himself tugging his tie off and removing his
shirt also. It was almost an automatic action. He wasn’t sure if the heat was
external or internal, he just knew that it was too hot and the fewer clothes he
was wearing, the better he would feel.
Yukari found her hands unfastening the straps of her dress. She was wearing the
very dress that had constantly gotten her into trouble because the new rulebook
deemed it as “too revealing,” but she had never cared because she thought that
she would never get punished. Now she was tearing the straps off of her
favorite dress. A small corner of her mind, somehow still sane, thought of it
all as poetic justice in an odd manner.
She tore the dress off like it was some kind of rag and tossed to the floor,
where all of Hiyama’s clothes were. His glasses were fogged and hung crooked on
the tip of his nose. Yukari could hear his heavy breathing from across the
room. Her breathing was growing more ragged also by the second. Pressure, an
unbearable pressure, increased and grew in the both of them, until they both
turned into the animalistic shells of who they once were.
Hiyama’s glasses fell off of his face and he crushed them under the toe of his
shoes as he made his way to Yukari. She wrapped her legs around him and
welcomed him slamming her against the nearest wall and sinking his teeth into
her neck. She rubbed against them impatiently. They were skin to skin and yet
it wasn’t close enough. She needed satisfaction. She needed to feel ecstasy.
She didn’t know why she needed it. She just knew that she did and nothing was
going to stop her from reaching her goal.
Gakupo’s loud laugh broke away from Kaito’s concentration on the screen. “Wow,
they left the door open. Do you see how big of a crowd they’re gathering?”
Kaito looked at a camera that had a view of the outside of the dome. People
were beginning to stop and stare at the two people grinding against each other
in the publicized dome. “These pollens work instantaneously,” Gakupo murmured.
He pressed his thumb against his bottom lip. “Pink Blossom is perfect, though
the name is basic.”
“Who named it?” Kaito asked. They must have named it during Kaito’s rest day.
“Luka did. I mean, the scientific name or whatever is impotentissimus animi
perturbatio, but Luka decided to just call it ‘Pink Blossom.’ I don’t like it,
but it stuck.” Kaito turned toward Luka. She was facing them. Her eyes had been
glued towards the camera footage earlier. Kaito wasn’t sure what was running
through her mind. Was or wasn’t she okay with the live experiment?
“Gakupo, would you mind if I stole Luka away for a second? I haven’t had a
chance to talk with her and I would really like to today.” Gakupo looked
between the two of them before he laughed and nodded.
“Don’t steal her away permanently though.” Kaito laughed also and stood. Luka
silently followed after him.
Kaito took a moment to watch and listen to her move. There was absolutely no
sound coming from her footsteps and no sounds of mechanics or gears turning as
she moved. He wondered how much she weighed then. Gakupo had announced that he
was starting a new line of humanoids that were lighter, smarter, and just all
the more human. Luka was just fascinating to Kaito. He wanted to know
everything about her. And now was his chance.
“Are you taking me to your room?” He asked. Luka nodded. She stopped in front
of a door at the end of the hallway, waved her hand over the sensor, and it
opened.
She had certainly decorated her room. There was white and pinked stripped
wallpaper featuring cutesy drawings of different animals, a canopy bed with
pink to white decorative fabric, plush carpeting, and a desk with a small pink
computer and matching keyboard. The computer looked like a better model than
the ones in the safe room and the keyboard’s keys looked much more functional.
Luka stood by the door as Kaito looked over the room. He was amazed. He felt
like he had stepped into a Neon City girl’s room. It was perfect, picturesque.
It was great to be on the privileged side.
“Your room is really nice.”
“Thank you,” Luka said. Kaito smiled. Her voice was like how he imagined it:
soft, yet there was a hidden sultriness in it that sent a shiver up the spine.
“It’s really nice to hear to you speak. I hope that we’ll be able to talk more
often from now on. Do you hope so too?”
“Yes, I hope so too. May I ask you a question?”
“Of course. What is it?”
“You might think that I am rude if I ask this question.” Kaito shook his head.
It was interesting to see a humanoid robot in action. Most would do whatever
they liked without the consideration of others, but Luka was putting his
feelings first. How interesting.
“No, it’s okay. Ask away. I’m just happy that I get to talk to you.” He smiled,
wondering if he was putting her at ease. She seemed suddenly tense about
something.
“Since you have been selected to work with Professor Kamui, does that make you
like him?”
“Well, we’re both into robotics, so we’re alike in that way. Other than that,
no, we’re not exactly the same way personality-wise, if that’s what you mean.”
Kaito shrugged. She was curious. She was expressing emotions. How, Kaito
thought, interesting.
“You both are alike, yet have different ways of expressing yourselves.
Professor Kamui is much more sarcastic and cynical than you have proven to be.
Yet when we were watching the experiment, I noticed that you had a completely
blank expression on your face.”
“You were observing me?” Kaito chuckled. “So, what do you think about me so
far? Tell me how alike I am to Gakupo.”
“I do not know. We will see tonight.”
Kaito raised his eyebrow. “Tonight? Why tonight?”
“If you come into my room tonight and take advantage of me and wake up the next
morning with the same blank look in your eye, than I will know if you truly are
like the professor or not.”
***** Pomp and Circumstance *****
Miku, SeeU, and Lui waited in the emptied television studio. They had been
called down for an announcement. A small, white robot entered the room with
RING SUZUNE following behind it. “Your entertainment bot, RING SUZUNE, is going
to be seized and dismantled. Your bot is going to be replaced by a human.” The
robot gave a little bow and SUZUNE followed after it. There wasn’t even as much
as a farewell. The group solemnly used their entertainment bot anyways. No hard
feelings were felt.
Miku tapped SeeU’s elbow. “I hope that our replacement works better than the
robot,” she murmured. SeeU chuckled and playfully patted her elbow back.
The robot returned to the room. “Introducing Aoki Lapis!” A girl then walked
into the doorway. Miku was taken aback. The girl look held somewhat of a
resemblance to her. She was very short, even shorter than Miku, and was wearing
a simple white sweater and thigh high tights, the same outfit that Miku had
decided to wear for the day. The girl’s hair was an ombré of light blue to
purple, while Miku’s was simply blue. The girl had babyish features though.
Miku stood up and hugged her.
“Are you my long lost baby sister?” She joked. Aoki softly laughed and returned
the hug.
“I thought that you all would be upset.”
“Why would we be upset?” SeeU asked. She reached over to shake the girl’s hand.
Lui did the same.
“Because I’m replacing your bot.”
“Of course we aren’t upset.” Miku leaned against the doorframe. “We barely even
used our bot anyway. So, what exactly are you here for?”
Aoki wrung her hands together. “I am your new manager basically. I’m
responsible for all of the group’s business dealings, booking shows, and just
everything else.” She smiled. “And I am very happy to serve you.”
“We’re happy that you are serving us,” Miku said. She returned the smile.
                                       +
Ann was oddly quiet. She usually had a mouthful to say, much to the annoyance
of Akiko, but now she was staring at the replacement of their group with a
newfound silence. Mayu, Cul, and Akiko went to greet their new manager, but Ann
only stood off awkwardly to the side, hands folded.
“What was your name again?” Cul asked. “I forgot already, I’m sorry.”
“Nekomura Iroha,” the girl answered. Akiko could see that she was certainly a
Hello Kitty fan. The Hello Kitty character had managed to make a sudden
comeback in the Neon City and it showed all over Iroha. She had a clutch bag
featuring the cat mascot and a headband with cat ears. The girl was cute
though, and would make a nice addition to the group, Akiko concluded. She liked
her - for now. She was hopefully going to be more helpful than GALACO.
“It’s nice for you to join M!RROR.” Akiko shook her hand again.
“It’s really nice to meet all of you, but it’s time that we get to work. You
all have been in the city for – what, three days? – and you still aren’t even
ready to step foot out of this hotel-building-place or whatever. Oh my
goodness, and I have to get your website publicized before P! does and then we
definitely have to go shopping before this meet and greet I just booked. You
all have to be in fashion before you’re all publicized.” She raced back towards
the door and waved her hand at the rest of the girls, the blue bracelets on her
wrist dangling. “Let’s go, come on! We have a busy day ahead of us!”
                                       +
And so the first week of the competition officially started. P! launched a
website and so did M!. Albeit, both of their sites were blank so far. P! only
had a pink screen for their home screen with the words COMING SOON written
across the screen in white characters along with a heart emoticon.
Iroha decided that her group’s website could do more. She set the background as
white and added an image of a monarch butterfly with its wings pinned down,
along with a small counter underneath the insect, set and counting down for
three weeks.
Cul tapped at the butterfly on the computer screen. “The new album’s called The
Tiger and the Flea, meaning there are no butterflies.”
“Butterflies are more attractive!” Iroha stood up from her seat. “Plus, I
couldn’t find any pictures of fleas. Nobody pins fleas down and sells them. I’m
not even sure if there are any fleas around here.” The two girls left it at
that.
Meanwhile, the members of P! were sitting around the television studio’s table
and pitching ideas at one another. Aoki was seated at the bend of the table, a
computer in front of her, and listening to everyone’s inputs.
“Maybe we should do something risqué. Stirring up controversy isn’t such a bad
idea,” Miku suggested. Lui nodded in agreement, but SeeU bit her lip, unsure.
“Why something risqué though? Can’t we do something else?” Miku chuckled and
waved SeeU’s comment down.
“I can tell you’re uncomfortable from all the way over here. You don’t have to
do anything. I’ll pose for the cover, how about that?” SeeU nodded slowly. She
wasn’t sure how to feel about putting Miku’s body on public display though.
“I like that idea,” Aoki said. Her voice was very soft, and Miku had to strain
her ears to listen, but despite the girl’s quietness, she was very creative.
She was similar to Lui in a way: both whispered passion. “We can shoot a photo
right now. I brought my camera with me. And then I booked for you all to do an
appearance at a nightclub from around nine to midnight, but it’s really your
decision on when to leave.” Aoki stood up from the beige computer and picked up
her bag, where she pulled out a Polaroid camera. The professors had the same
camera. It must have been a popular camera in the Neon City, Miku thought.
“That sounds perfect,” Miku said. The rest of the group followed after Aoki and
stood up. She reached into her bag again pulled out three small, pink pagers.
She distributed them amongst the rest of the members.
“I still have to get you all approved to carry your own cellular phones, but
until then you’re allowed to have pagers. These are all only two-way, so you
can send and receive messages. I can just send you all the time and location
for where you have to go so we don’t to scramble everywhere just to meet up
with one another.” She slung her bag over her shoulder and began to write
something into her own pager. “Okay, I’m giving Lui and SeeU directions to the
nearest store. You guys can all shop for outfits while I take the pictures with
Miku.”
SeeU looked down at her pager when it buzzed. The address to where the store
and nightclub were located was on the screen along with the time that she had
to show up. She tucked the pager into her skirt pocket and started to walk out
of the door, but a thought came to mind. “Wait, we don’t have enough money to
go clothes shopping.”
Aoki winked. “Yes you do. You all have a starting fund, but do remember that we
have a budget. We will get some money from this appearance, but not a lot since
you all aren’t specifically popular yet. Until then, don’t spend too much
money, all right?” SeeU nodded. She and Lui then left for the store.
“Okay, little sister, time for pictures.” Miku took Aoki’s hand and led to her
back to her bedroom. “I’m really happy that you agreed with me. If we had to do
another glam shot like we did with POP★SENSE then I am going to explode.”
Aoki started fiddling with the camera. “I understand. You want to go back into
the Bikini days.” Miku nodded.
“Yeah, how’d you know that?”
Aoki giggled. “When I was watching the interview I caught the longing look in
your eye when you were talking about Bikini. It’s obvious that you miss those
days. Maybe we can make The Girls Club homage to Bikini and your old partner,
hm?”
Miku found herself smiling. “I like the way you think little sister.” Aoki
laughed again and moved the curtains to bring some light into the room. Miku
turned away from the window. She hated the view. “So, what pose do you want me
to do? Remember: risqué.”
“Um, could you lay on the bed for me?” Miku did as told. She expectedly looked
up  at Aoki as she lied down.
“Now what?”
“I actually have an idea. I brought a glitter pot and a brush with me. What
about we put glitter on your body and then use that as the cover?”
“I like the way you think little sister,” Miku said again. She pulled her
sweater off along with her brassiere and underwear. When she moved to her
tights, Aoki shook her head. “Ooh, I like this picture already.” Miku then lied
back down and let Aoki brush glitter all over her. She shivered slightly when
she felt the brush tickle along the inside of her legs. “How do I look?”
“Glittery.” Aoki held the camera up to her eye. “Now, could you relax your body
and spread your legs apart?” Miku did as so. She turned her head away from the
camera, but she could already tell that Aoki wasn’t aiming for the photograph
to be of her face, just her body.
A few flashes later, they were done. Miku pull her clothes back on – not caring
if glitter got on them – and looked over the photographs that Aoki had taken.
There were at least ten pictures, but the fifth one immediately caught Miku’s
eye. To the naked eye it was a photograph of a nude woman posing on all-white
bed sheets with iridescent glitter coating her body in all of the right places.
To Miku it was a gold mine.
Aoki nodded at the picture also. “I’ll edit it right now.”
                                       +
Iroha was busy dressing her group up for a new appearance. They had their hair
down and wore white hats and white dresses, it was important to match (unlike
their first television appearance). While she surveyed the group she noticed
that Mayu was wearing large pink bandages on her knees. She let it slide
though. They had a meet and greet starting right then.
It was obvious that the countryside preferred M!RROR, so Iroha decided that
they were going to move into the north side of the Neon City, where it was no
longer neon and a little less city, and harvest the seeds that they had planted
there.
Iroha watched as the group spoke with the multitude of fans inside of their new
home with an odd sense of pride. The two groups were very different, that was
obvious. M! was a product of the Entertainment Organization, all of the members
performed and they only performed songs okayed by the EO. P! on the other hand
had started out independently with Miku and Luka writing and producing their
own music. Even with the EO’S support, SeeU continued to write and produce all
of the music and Lui choreographed. SeeU occasionally sang with Miku, but Miku
was the most recognized and basically the solo singer. Iroha would think that
such a good quartet would bet a solo artist, but it was not quite the case.
Iroha stood in the corner and took her cellphone from out of her pocket. There
were so many things to manage and she was excited to do them. But first, she
needed to check on the enemy. She looked over P!’s website and gasped. They had
created a cover art for The Girls Club already.
And posted it.
And it was risqué!
Iroha huffed, closed her phone, and traced her thumbnail over the large Hello
Kitty sticker over its front. She could create an even better album artwork
that could make P!’s manager’s jaw drop when they saw it. She opened up her
phone again and started dialing numbers.
                                       +
Miku didn't prefer the sailor dress, but she gladly wore it and smiled in the
photographs taken outside of the nightclub, the Lounge. SeeU wore the same
outfit with contrasting colors and Lui got away with wearing a simple blue
sweater.
Miku had to stop and admire what she saw for a moment. She was finally getting
her neon lights. Strobes of different colors were all over the place. She
walked across the pink tiled floor and nearly stepped on a bulb along the way.
There were lights everywhere. Her eyes widened as she simply looked around. It
was all so breathtaking. This was what the Neon City was all about.
Random fans came up to her. Miku had been informed by the EO that her music was
popular in the city, but it was an entirely different experience to actually
see her fans in person. Now that she had finally been granted the opportunity,
she felt special. She hugged everyone she saw and smiled widely in the pictures
they took.
The drinks were just as colorful as the lights. It wasn’t long until the neon
lights became blurred streaks of colors and Miku wasn’t sure if she was
blinking or if pictures were being taken of her and if the pounding in her ears
was the beat of her heart or of the music – just the way she liked things.
Drinking until the lines between life and death were blurred was optimal for
Hatsune Miku.
Suddenly Miku was out of the club and in the bathroom. It took her a moment to
realize that she had transitioned between the two places. She stared at the
bathroom sinks until she reached her moment of realization. The sinks were made
of glass and had koi fish swimming in them. Miku tried to poke at the glass,
but her hand was snatched away.
“H-h-h-heeeeey! S-s-stop that!” She swatted at the hand and looked up to see
who was holding her back. “Oh, oh hi See-See. Hiiii. When did you get here?”
“I took you back here before you can embarrass yourself.” Miku looked up at
SeeU, really looked at her. She had large blue eyes, round cheeks, a button
nose, and blonde hair curled to perfection. SeeU was too good to be true. Then
again, weren’t they all?
Miku grabbed SeeU’s collar and pulled her in. The girl was really only an inch
taller than her, but she had always preferred wearing heels and edges. Tonight
though, they were in flats, so there was no need for Miku to strain her neck up
just to look at her.
“I’m not drunk how dare you I’m the soberest girl in this room!” Miku gestured
around, remembered she was in a bathroom again, and added, “In this entire
bathroom!”
SeeU held onto Miku’s hands. She usually wore long sweaters or cuffs that
covered her hands, but tonight was a sleeveless affair. SeeU found herself
tracing along her fingers. Miku noticed. Miku only tightened her grip on the
other girl’s collar.
“You’re super, super, super cute. Did you know that?” Miku leaned in, ghosting
her lips over the other girl’s. “Super, super cute,” she mumbled. SeeU held her
breath. Nothing came though. Miku only turned around and vomited in the sink.
SeeU watched silently as her friend threw up. The fish in the sink did not look
happy.
SeeU patted Miku’s back until she was finished. Miku turned on the sink’s water
and leaned against the mirror. “H-h-he said she’s never coming back. S-s-she’s
gone.”
“Don’t cr—“
“I’m not fucking crying!” Tears were running down Miku’s cheeks faster than the
faucet was pouring out water. SeeU held Miku to her chest and hugged her
closer. “She’s gone. She’s gone,” Miku continued to repeat.
                                       +
Ann felt the man tucked a dollar into the brim of her hat before she took all
of his length in her mouth. She blocked her ears of all the erotic nonsense
that he was spewing towards her. She didn’t care. She allowed herself to
indulge in the moment. She needed it. Desperately.
The door opened behind her. At the perfect moment too: the man was already
coming all over the front of dress and some may have gotten onto the brim of
her hat. At least she was wearing white.
“What the fu—get out!” Akiko shoved the man out of the room and shut the door
again. She leaned against it and looked down at Ann. She took in a deep breath
and closed her eyes. “Ann, why? Just why? Why right now? There is an entire
room full of people next door.”
Ann took the dollar out of her hat and rumpled it in between her hands. “I
don’t know,” she muttered.
“Yes you do. Nobody just sucks randomly sucks some stranger’s dick for no
reason. What’s wrong with you now? You’ve been acting all weird since GALACO
was taken away.” The dots connected in Akiko’s head then. “Oh, if this is about
her leaving, then we could always…” Akiko had never seen Ann look so sad
before. The two girls had their moments of pure, bitter arguments, but at the
end of the day, they always looked out for one another.
“I’m being stupid right? She’s was just some robot.”
“A robot made to be human.” Akiko checked back in the room. Everyone was too
preoccupied with Mayu and Cul to notice that they were gone for now. She patted
Ann’s shoulder, where the semen hadn’t landed, and offered her best reassuring
smile. “We’re about to end the meeting and move into a new place soon, so clean
yourself up and act happy for now. Then you can talk to me tonight. Okay?”
“Okay.” Ann hurriedly wiped the tears before they could fall out of her eyes.
“And about what just happened now…?” Akiko made a gesture as if she was zipping
her lips shut. “Thank you.”
“No problem. That’s what friends are for, I guess.”
***** Unsafe *****
Chapter Summary
     Gakupo gets results from the Live Pink Blossom Experiment and Kaito
     learns some new information.
L♀LA called Gakupo into the safe room. One of his inside sources had informed
him that something had gone haywire with the Live Pink Blossom Experiment and
he had to see for himself. There was something ominous going on and Gakupo
loved it. He took a seat, placed the warm mug of coffee that Luka had made for
him next to one of his keyboards, and then turned the monitors on.
Gakupo stared at the screen for a good minute, trying to digest what he was
seeing. Some of the cameras were showing no feed, but a few were capturing it
all: there was some sort of large black creature in the dining area. Squinting
at the screen, Gakupo could see that it had long vine-like appendages stretched
all around the dining area. It looked like the creature was a heart and its
arms were arteries and veins. The creature was throbbing and something began to
pump through its attachments. Gakupo looked for another available camera to see
where the tentacles were leading.
A camera that gave the view outside showed it all. There were multiple
tentacles hanging outside of the home and they were surrounding something.
Gakupo found another camera with a clearer view and focused the lenses in on
the objects.
It was the girl – Yukari – and some other girl. Gakupo had never seen her
before. It was a much younger girl with black hair. There was something off
about her and with Yukari also. Gakupo shifted the cameras around. Ah. Now he
saw it. There was a gravestone in Hiyama’s backyard, and the grave had been dug
up. The girl was dead, and so was Yukari by the looks of it, but the creature
continued to have sex with them. (If it was even “sex” – but its tentacles were
moving in and out of them, so Gakupo decided to call it that.) Speaking of
which, where was Hiyama?
Gakupo snapped out of his state of reverie and picked up the phone again. There
were dozens of people simply staring at the dome, helpless. If the experiment
had been taking place in the Neon City, then there would have been a screaming
crowd with videophones and news reporters swarming in the scene. But in the
Great Refuge the citizens only stared silently at the chaos.
As Gakupo was dialing the number, he heard a knock on the door. The door was
open. He briefly considered changing the screen to something less disturbing,
but he decided not to. VY1 and 2 were indifferent about everything, Kaito
seemed to be the same, and Luka was just going to have to deal with it.
“What is it?” He called out.
“Um, nothing. I just wanted to see if you wanted breakfast or anything.” Kaito
didn’t like he had a probably with anything.
Gakupo shook his head and held the phone to his ear. “Not right now. I gotta
deal with something. Tell Luka to make me lunch though.” Kaito moved away from
the door and faced Luka. They had watched the entire fiasco on the screen. They
hurriedly walked back to Luka’s room and Kaito double checked that were no
hidden cameras or microphones around.
“I was watching the cameras last night,” Luka said, “and I saw the man turn
into that creature and kill that girl and unbury his daughter.” She sat down on
her bed, hands in her lap, lips taut. “And Kamui just sat there now and watched
like it was nothing. Do you understand why I’m trying to get away from him,
yet?” Kaito nodded. He still felt admiration towards the professor nonetheless,
but if Luka was upset, then he was heeding her wishes. He came across as
standoffish, but his mental state was a completely different deal than his
physical demeanor. He could obviously see that Luka was suffering and that
there was more to Gakupo than he let on. Kaito just didn’t know what he was
supposed to do about it.
He voiced his thoughts. “I don’t know what to do. I can’t do anything too
drastic. I’ll lose my position and I can’t go back to square one. I worked so
hard to get here.”
“I understand that.” Kaito joined her on the bed. He sighed and leaned against
the bedpost.
“Gakupo said you were knowledgeable. Can you tell me about these Final Fighters
and other projects?”
Luka nodded. “Everything goes hand in hand with each other. The first project
was Project Mars. It happened in the early years of the Refuge. Did you live
here in it was violent?” Kaito nodded. He remembered those days vividly. There
were gravestones in his yard for a reason. “So, Mars was launched to stop all
of the violence. More voice software was created, more surveillance, harsher
punishments, and the Final Fighters were created.”
“I just don’t understand how I know nothing about the Final Fighters.”
“Me neither. The first Final Fighters were two anarchists who were found hiding
out in the agricultural area and the five farmers who helped them. They were
sent to go out into Anarchy and try to ‘join’ a cannibalistic society. I
actually have the recordings of them being eaten alive.” Kaito made himself
comfortable on the bed and closed his eyes. He was going to have to process a
lot of information now.
“Okay. Project Mars was for increased security, less violence, and the Final
Fighters I were eaten alive. What’s next?”
Luka leaned against another bedpost. “Next was Project Mercury. That was when
workers were divided and everyone who proved to be ‘useless’ became a farmer,
manufacturer, or thrown out into Anarchy. This was when ID cards became
mandatory and Food Replacement Pills were made beca—“
“The Workers’ Suicide Event?” Kaito interrupted.
“Yes. There was a famine and unemployment was high during Mercury.”
“And what about the Final Fighters II?”
“They were fourteen students and two teachers who were caught spreading
messages about the Workers’ Suicide Event and they were part of the first live
experiment.”
“The Live Ant Farm Experiment. They all were buried alive basically.”
“Yes. And then Project Jupiter was about doing more space exploration and
improving technology. The Final Fighters III is tricky here. There’s what they
call FF III A and FF III B. And I was part of Group A.” Kaito opened his eyes
and looked at Luka. She was picking at the skin on her fingers again. “Have you
ever heard of SF-A2 Furukawa Miki?”
“Yes. She was the first android released into public by EX+MΔCHINA.”
“And do you know what happened to her?”
“I know that her line of bots were the first generation released in the Neon
City, but to my knowledge she was dismantled. You must know what really
happened?”
“Yes. She and I were found escaping EX and were originally supposed to go on
the ship. I managed to escape, but I was dragged back here. Miki was put on a
solo flight to a planet with ‘yet to be confirmed’ life. I lost communication
with her a few months ago. I have no idea how she is right now.” Luka let out a
frustrated breath. “Group B was made when two men were found smuggling supplies
to anarchists and the two women who were sent to stop then ended up helping
them too. They were supposed to go to where Miki was headed, but they were
stopped to get the pollen instead and you know the rest.”
“When do you think that Project Venus is ending?”
“When Kamui says so.”
“Hm. Thanks for filling me in.” Kaito didn’t want to divulge too much in Luka
though. He decided to hold back from asking her what she did to become a Final
Fighter. It was probably too personal and he didn’t want to have her mistrust
him. He needed to give her back something instead. She had mentioned wanting to
escape. “Well, I can help you with thing actually: escaping. There are cameras
everywhere here, so just sneaking around is out of the question. If you manage
to trap everyone in one room and then cause a blackout to disable the cameras
and security, then you have a good chance of escaping. I’m not sure what you
can do after that. You don’t happen to know anyone in Anarchy, do you?”
“I do actually. I have connections in the highest places.”
“Well, that’s good, I guess.” Kaito stood up. “Continue to stay quiet, okay?
And start working on causing power outages.” Luka nodded. “Okay. Gakupo said
that you have to make him lunch too.” She nodded again. They both left the room
with unperturbed expressions on their faces for the cameras.
It wasn’t hard for Kaito to find Gakupo. He was in the testing area with Mizki
and Yuma on either side of him, and laughing heartily. Kaito slowly approached
them and tried to see what they were looking at.
When Kaito had first been given a tour, the testing room was empty. It took up
half of the facility and was filled with scientific and robotic paraphernalia
on one side and a large glass viewing area where they could watch other
experiments in action (Kaito assumed) on the other.
Kaito nearly jumped out of his skin. It was his nightmare standing right in
front him on the other side of the glass: the Kagamine twins.
“Oh, Kaito. You came just in time to meet my masterpieces.” Len said something
and Gakupo laughed again. “This is the new engineer,” Gakupo introduced. Kaito
awkwardly waved at them. They only sneered back. They said something else, but
Kaito just couldn’t understand what they were saying, or he didn’t want to.
Rin left briefly and returned with a body. Kaito feared that the person was
dead, but he could see that their back was rising up and down with their
breaths. “Move her over here,” Gakupo pointed. The twins then dragged the woman
to the middle of the testing area, where a chair with straps and a couple of
machines were. The sex machine in the area was larger than the one Gakupo had
used in the Neon City. When the woman was sat down, they ripped the flimsy
dress she was wearing off and strapped her arms and legs down. Kaito looked at
her face – jet black hair, bob cut, simple features – and found that he didn’t
recognize her. He couldn’t even tell where she could be from. There was some
stranger in EX+MΔCHINA testing grounds, about to be violated for the sheer
enjoyment of others, and Kaito was practically powerless.
Her eyes opened and widened. When she opened her mouth to scream, Rin slapped
her. Kaito looked down as the machines were connected to the woman. There was
nothing he could do about it, he repeated in his mind. When he looked back up
again he could see Yuma setting up a camera to record everything and Mizki
tampering with the machines’ controls.
Kaito continued to simply watch as the sex machine and projector were turned on
and the woman started crying. The dildo forced itself past the lips of her
moistening pussy and blood dripped out almost immediately after. She was either
a virgin or the machine was being too hard on her. Kaito could do nothing.
Absolutely nothing about it as the dildo moved in and out of her at a pace that
seemed completely unsafe, as the projector showed images of millions of eyes
staring down at her – unblinkingly.
Kaito found himself doing something though. His body moved faster than his mind
could process. He reached over Mizki and turned the machines off. Time stood
still for a moment. Everyone looked at him. He could practically feel Mizki,
Yuma, Gakupo, the Kagamine’s, and the woman boring holes into his back. Kaito
saw the Kagamine’s eyes flash with anger and take a step towards him.
And then the power went out. The room went so dark that Kaito couldn’t even see
what was ahead of him.
Kaito hadn’t expected for Luka to figure out how to tamper with the power so
soon. He raced toward the door while it was still all pitch black everywhere.
The knob was stuck. He heard L♀LA announce that the backup generator was now in
use and a red light came on. The light casted an eerie glow over the room and
Kaito felt a shiver go up his spine.
He tried the doorknob again and again, but it just wouldn’t budge. Did Luka
lock him in by mistake? If there were cameras in the room, then she could
surely see that he was in there, right?
“Oh, I see what’s going on here,” Gakupo said. He looked in between the
Kagamine’s and his own assistants. They nodded in agreement. “How cute of you,
helping Luka escape. Did you happen to ‘fall in love’ with her too in the
meantime?” Gakupo laughed, but there was no warmth in his voice. “You know
what’s going to happen now? She’s going to be found again and dragged back here
and I will dismantle her piece by piece and then do the same to you. How about
that?” He turned to everyone else. “How does that sound?” Everyone made a sound
of agreement.
Kaito turned and tried the door again and again. It was still locked.
***** Syrup In a Sippy Cup *****
Chapter Summary
     Luka's influence.
Chapter Notes
     unedited.
Miku’s new home was beautiful. It was everything that she deserved. The queen
had finally arrived to her palace, and Aoki had done a great job at finding the
right place. It was a large apartment complex with pure white walls and windows
dotting all around the building. From Miku’s room she could see other tall
pastel blue and pink buildings and neon signage all around.
Miku wore her yellow and blue stripped sweater, a pair of shorts, and tied her
hair up into two buns as she sat in the windowsill of her new home with a glass
of lemonade and a bottle of saké at her feet. Lui had gotten a small room on
the first floor of the complex since heights made him nervous and he needed a
break from the girls sometimes, but SeeU had gotten a room just across from
Miku.
SeeU was in Miku’s room now, sitting on the opposite side of the large
windowsill and looking in awe at the view also. She couldn’t get over how many
colors she saw. The Refuge had been so drab and grey and dull that she thought
she would never see pink, blue, yellow, or green ever again. SeeU wore a long
rainbow-colored sweater in the celebration of happiness.
“It’s beautiful,” SeeU murmured. She turned to see Miku taking a swing from her
bottle. SeeU clicked her tongue. “You just got over your hangover yesterday,
and you’re already drinking again?”
“Alcohol makes the colors brighter.” Miku shrugged, hiccupped, took another
swing, and then put the bottle down. In reality, she was still thinking about
SeeU. When Miku had unpacked and fed Gumi the previous night, all she could
think about was SeeU, about the way she had thought about her when she had
gotten drunk at the nightclub. Miku was seeing SeeU under a new light, and she
wasn’t sure if she liked it or not.
“No it doesn’t. If anything alcohol makes everything duller.”
“How would you know that? The hardest stuff I’ve ever seen you drink is
unsweetened tea.”
SeeU faked a laugh. “Very funny Miku. But really, you shouldn’t be drinking so
early in the morning. We have to go furniture shopping soon because we have an
interview and a photo shoot in two days. We can’t have people coming over to an
empty house.”
“Minimalistic,” Miku slurred out.
“Empty,” SeeU muttered. She was taken aback when she turned to Miku again. The
other girl’s cheeks were reddened. They turned a peachy hue whenever she drunk,
but they only reddened when she came to an embarrassing realization or
something of the sort. SeeU wasn’t sure. She thought that she had mastered the
Art of Hatsune years ago, but time and time again she had been proven wrong.
“What’s wrong?”
Miku got on all fours and slowly started to crawl to SeeU. SeeU sat as still as
possible. She must have been dreaming. Surely she was in one of her fantasies
right then. When Miku rolled up her sweater sleeve and touched the side of her
face, it certainly felt real though. SeeU was getting warlike flashbacks of
their brief encounter in the nightclub bathroom. Perhaps Miku wanted to start
something after all?
“N-Nothing’s wrong.” Miku was slightly less flustered now. “I just realized how
cute you are.” Miku nudged SeeU’s legs apart and settled herself on the other
girl’s lap. “You’re really, really cute SeeSee.” Miku tapped her finger on
SeeU’s nose and giggled.
“And you’re really, really drunk. You should get off of me.” Despite SeeU’s
suggestion, she found herself wrapped her arms around Miku’s waist. She
couldn’t have let such a golden opportunity go to waste. Miku wrapped her arms
around SeeU’s neck in response. She leaned in towards her neck and pressed a
delicate kiss against her jawline.
“You almost smell like her.” SeeU assumed that “her” was Luka. She felt her own
cheeks beginning to blush and her stomach filling to the brim with butterflies.
She couldn’t believe what was happening. Miku admitted that she found her
attractive and was tracing languid kisses across her cheeks and nose.
“Thanks, I guess,” SeeU breathed out. She like if she spoke too loudly than she
would blow the fantasy away, than she would be back to reality of her sitting
on the windowsill looking at the city with Miku, or perhaps she had been
sitting alone the entire time and her mind had imagined the entire scenario in
a sick twist of events.
Miku laughed again. SeeU could feel the other girl’s body shudder underneath
her grasp. She slowly moved her fingers underneath Miku’s sweater and traced
them across the small of her back. SeeU had had opportunities to see Miku half-
clothed before (obviously, since they were band mates and helped each other get
dressed frequently), but she had never been given the chance to actually touch
the other girl, to savor her. Now it was finally time.
Miku sighed and pressed their noses together. “I always thought you were cute.”
“Really?” SeeU let a smile escape. She trailed her hands up Miku’s spine. Miku
shivered again and pressed down against SeeU’s lap. SeeU gave a small gasp
mixed with pleasure and nervousness. Her secret was about to get out to Miku
sooner rather than later. If Miku continued to rub against her lap like that,
she was going to feel the unexpected.
“Yes, really. Have you seen yourself? You’re too cute to be alive. I don’t get
it.” SeeU was beginning to rub her hands up and down Miku’s back in
anticipation. Their lips were so close together she could practically taste the
alcohol on the blue-haired girl’s breath.
“I could say the same for you.” SeeU closed her eyes. She was prepared to take
the plunge at any moment then. Miku also. They pressed their lips together for
the first time. SeeU saw her entire world alight in the back of her eyelids. It
was beautiful. It was spectacular.
SeeU hit her head on the wall behind her when a buzz went off in between them.
Miku drunkenly giggled and pulled the pink pager out of her short’s pocket.
“Little sister says that she has some e-mails and actual mail pending for me.”
Miku kissed SeeU’s cheek as she slipped the device back into her pocket. “Come
downstairs and get it with me?”
“Okay,” SeeU murmured. They walked moved to the bottom of the complex together,
hand in hand.
+
Aoki lent Miku a personal computer to check her messages and SeeU carried the
package up. Aoki also gave them a cute little box cutter and with a smile said
that they’ll be using it often on the path they’re going.
SeeU and Miku sat back to back as one set up the computer and the other opened
the package. Miku gave a confused hum as she pulled out the box’s contents.
There were two blue cassette tapes, CDs in pink and blue jewel cases, and a
series of food USB flash drives – they looked like collectables.
Miku picked up the disk cases and held them up for SeeU to see. “Looks like
we’re going to watch something interesting tonight,” she said. SeeU took the
CDs and looked them over curiously.
“Yeah, looks like it,” she murmured. “Hopefully it’s not some creepy old guy
trying to show you his di—” Miku elbowed her side.
“Shut up.” SeeU inserted the CD from the pink case in the computer first.
“Wait, wait. The e-mail.” Miku was sobered up by now. Each e-mail’s subject
corresponded with the item inside of the box. She clicked “ABOUT PINK CD”
first. The body only said: INTRODUCTION.
“That was helpful,” SeeU muttered. Miku interloped their fingers together as
the CD played.
“Today is twenty-first of July, 7:01:40 PM.” Miky gasped at recognized at the
voice.
“Luka,” she whispered. SeeU tightened her grip on Miku’s hand.
“I hope that this message has managed to reach you, Miku.” The screen remained
black. Miku acted to see just a glimpse of Luka’s face again. All she had was
their Bikini photo and shuttering memories. “I believe that you know my
situation by now and I would just to ask one last favor of you before I leave.”
“Leave? Leave where?” Miku held her breath. Once, after Luka helped the then
black-haired Miku reach climax over and over by the shimmering poolside, the
android had whispered that she sometimes fantasied about shutting her systems
down and sinking into an eternal, computerized sleep. And all the then
innocent-eyed Miku could do was brush her lips against hers and whisper that
everything was fine as long as they were together and listen to the quiet
whizzing of Luka’s wires.
“I just want for you to use the e-mails to put together a video for me, I had
no time to do it myself, and I trust you to put to together for me. Just follow
the instructions and be sure to put the complete video on the empty disk in the
blue case and then send the CD to Aoki Lapis. Do not speak about this to
anyone.” There was a sigh and a puckering sound. Luka was blowing a kiss.
Miku’s cheeks, now tainted, still blushed. “I love you, Miku. Sayonara. Until
we meet again.” The video ended.
If Miku was still drunk, she would’ve cried again, but now she was sobered and
emotionless and squeezing SeeU’s hand just a little too tightly. SeeU kissed
Miku’s cheek and held her close. Miku shook her head suddenly.
Gumi was underneath the bed, resting peacefully and willing to do whatever for
Miku, but now the girl wanted something different. There was nothing like a
boost of the ego with having two people at her every beck and call.
Miku trailed her lips down SeeU’s neck. “Distract me,” she breathed. She felt
the blonde’s body stiffen suddenly. She forced herself to stop her kissing.
Gumi wasn’t SeeU. SeeU wasn’t beaten and bloodied, black and blue, bruised and
battered, bullied and betrayed like Gumi had been. SeeU was still cute and
bright and cheery and Miku couldn’t force her to do as she pleased just yet.
“What’s wrong?” She made sure her voice was sick with concern and worry.
“Nothing. I’m not the distraction that you’re looking for right now. I’m
sorry.” Miku was sorry too.
“No, it’s okay. I’ll just pleasure myself – as always.” Miku’s words went
straight to SeeU’s groin. “You should go to your room now. It’s getting late.”
SeeU kissed Miku again, only because she could. She could kiss Miku whenever
she liked now. She kissed her twice, upper lip and bottom lip, just to be sure.
And Miku kissed back, but SeeU was still unsure. Her rainbow sweater didn’t
seem so bright now.
+
All of the yelling, struggling, and protesting in the world wouldn’t help Kaito
escape the situation he was in. After the fiasco with Luka, Gakupo ordered for
VY1 and 2 to rip the clothes off of his back and take him to the other side of
the observation glass. They forced him to watch the woman be torn apart limb by
limb by the Kagamine twins as he was tied down to her seat on his stomach.
Kaito didn’t know how long he spent in the room. He knew that he was growing
hungry and shivering from the cold and the darkness of the room. He estimated
that two whole days went by when Gakupo returned.
Kaito squeezed his eyes shut at the sudden lights. He heard Gakupo laugh and
felt a rough slap on his backside.
“Hungry?”
Gakupo took Kaito by the sides of his face, pressing his nails into the younger
man’s cheeks, and forced a tube into his mouth. Kaito gagged as he felt the
tube go down his throat. He fought the urge to vomit. He would not give Gakupo
the satisfaction. He would not offer his idol his pride, not like this.
Some liquid substance went down Kaito’s throat. It burned, but it eased his
hunger some. He coughed and sputtered when the tube was removed. Gakupo only
laughed again.
“You’ll receive your punishment tomorrow. Consider yourself lucky that we’re so
busy with your little runaway love right now.” Gakupo danced his fingers across
Kaito’s exposed spine. “You just wait until you see what I have in store for
you. Nothing but big plans. Big plans.” Gakupo chuckled to himself.
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Gumi just wasn’t giving Miku what she wanted. She should’ve dyed the girl’s
hair pink, given her long extensions, and pretended to hear whizzing every time
she breathed. But, no, Gumi was not Luka and would never be Luka. It frustrated
Miku to no end. She hit the girl in the stomach until she cried and then hit
her mouth in order to pacify her.
“Shut up.” Miku hit her again. If she pilled Gumi’s fingers back there wouldn’t
be any of that wondrous, glasslike skin underneath. Just blood. Miku made sure
of it. She pulled the girl’s nail back until she heard a snap and her cries
grew louder. Miku sucked the Gumi’s bruised lips in between her teeth and bit
down as hard as she could. “Shut the fuck up, please.”
“M-Miku…”
“Shut. Up. Now.” Miku plunged her fingers inside of the girl. Gumi wasn’t
taking her very easily though. She had to shove herself inside and bite the
girl until she quieted down. Miku didn’t know why she was annoyed when Gumi’s
back arched off of the sheets and she came all over Miku’s fingers. She
absentmindedly licked her fingers clean and imagined that she had Luka
underneath her, but Gumi didn’t even taste anything like Luka. Miku could only
describe Gumi as having an earthy scent, while Luka had been perfect. Fruity,
vanilla, and a touch of honey. Nothing short of perfection.
Miku gave Gumi a pill and cleaned her nail before she returned the girl back to
her box. She then began to shift through the videos like Luka had asked. Miku
would do anything for Luka.
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