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Vocaloid: The SIRENs: Vocaloid: The SIRENs--Chapter One

by CrazyUmbreonLady

CrazyUmbreonLady Well, here it is. My first story posted on this site. Admittedly, it took me a while to gain momentum, but I think I pulled it off.

And yes, there will be ships, but this work will not revolve around them.
Heterochomatic eyes stare through the window into the bustling city below. Men and women were returning home to have dinner. The otherwise dark streets of Tokyo were illuminated by the brilliant advertising screens and the light yellow car headlights. The pale-haired boy turned his head away from the scene, seemingly bored of gazing at the scene.

Someone knocked on the door to his room.
"Piko? Are you home?" A familiar voice asked.

Utatane Piko stood up from his black leather chair and walked over to the entrance to his room. Peering through the peephole, he found a concerned SF-A2 Miki. He simply opened the door, and an expression of relief spread across the redhead's (pink-red?) face.
"I was really worried for a moment that something bad happened," Miki said. "No one saw you all day!"
Piko sighed. "You worry too much. I don't often go out."

Though, the fact he was an anti-social personality was only a half-truth that day. He had really been busy doing covers of various Vocaloid songs. Piko doesn't usually try to mention this to the other Vocaloids. Having done almost entirely covers and literally two songs originally sung by him, he feared being looked down upon by his more popular colleagues and making those more lesser known feel bad.

Awkward silence ensued.

Finally, Miki broke the quietness. "Well... um... do you want to go hang out in the lobby?"
Piko had nothing else to do, so he agreed.


All the Vocaloids live in their own rooms at the HQ, which was where they all live, but the lobby is the place where everyone hung out. Not far was a large and somewhat luxurious kitchen, where leeks and ice cream were sometimes shamelessly stolen.

Hatsune Miku was boasting to her friends Gumi and Megurine Luka. Miku was rather optimistic about her new song. Gumi and Luka supported their friend, but the former was secretly thinking about the next Pokemon Link Battle. Nearby, Camui Gakupo was not-so-subtly staring at the ladies.

Piko and Miki sat on the coach across the intoxicated Meiko and the ice cream stained Kaito.
Attempting friendly talk, Piko asked, "So how was your day?"
"It was fine," she simply replied, and did not say anything else.

That was as far as it went. Piko being a bad conservationalist and Miki being shy, chats rarely become interesting despite the duo being close friends. And it probably did not help that the Kagamine twins Rin and Len were quarreling at that time.

Suddenly, the Master stepped into the room, and everyone grew silent.

Vocaloids called anyone who works with them "master" out of courtesy. However, capital "M" Master watched over all the singing androids and cared for them. He also had the biggest say in the place.

"I have an announcement."

The air was filled with anticipation.

"As you may recalled, I had the English-speaking Vocaloids teach you fluent English. There was a reason for that."
Here, the Master paused dramatically.
"You're all going to New York City in the United States."

Gasps and murmurs swept the room.

"Holy cow. Did he just say New York?" Piko muttered to Miki.
"Yes, I think he just did."

"I recommend spending time before going to bed getting packed for the flight tomorrow." With that, the Master left the room abruptly. The room was then buzzing with excitement.


The Master's assistant approached him.
"Why did you suddenly send them to the USA? You usually mention a big plan like that."
He turned to the assistant. "I did it to keep those Vocaloids safe from the biggest mistake I've ever made."
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