Aliorio

"Wh... what... are you... talking about?" Neru panted and slid down against the door. "Do you remember the first time you fought with Hatsune? Back at school?" "Why are you... bringing that up now..." She yawned. "And the second time you both fought, do you remember how different it was compared to the first?" "... Different...?" "As in, you barely put up a fight against Hatsune. No offense, but you were a lot worse there than you were before." Her head languidly lolled over in my direction and her eyes narrowed. "You trying to... pick a fight with me, Kagamine?" "No, no. You know it yourself, Akita. It was unnatural how easily you were beate

"... Pft. As if that would have worked..." Neru's strained voice just barely poured out from behind me. I turned around and looked at her, the unresponsive phone still in my hand. Her eyes were dim and only slightly open, tilting her head in the direction away from me as if to deliberately avoid eye contact. "... What's that supposed to mean?" I sat in front of her again and put the phone down, hiding my relief that I wouldn't have to wait three more hours for her to start talking again. I don't think I've ever been more frustrated with a person in my life, not even Rin. She didn't say anything back. I waited. "... You know, I've spent most o

It took 10, maybe 15 minutes for me to get off the ground. Most of that time was spent waiting for the pain all over to my body to subside (and it never really did). The rest of it, I just needed to sit there in awe and stare into space and ask myself if any of that was real. With the extreme absurdity and randomness of it, chances were that it -wasn't- real and I had just been dreaming. I'd wake up any second from this nightmare and take a shower, brush my teeth, make breakfast for Rin and I like any other day of the week. Maybe I'd been dreaming this entire time and haven't even had my first day of school yet, I was oversleeping and needed

“Where are you going, Outoto?” Rin called after me as I headed down the stairs in our house. It was 4:45 PM, about two hours after our school day had ended. I had long since been out of my uniform and instead wore a simple white shirt and my favorite pair of shorts, with a thin jacket tied around my waist just in case it got cold later on. Since dad was at work, I thought that I wouldn’t have any problems getting out of the house, but Rin persisted to be a problem. She’s normally asleep the minute we get home from school, so I had hoped that I would be free for the next few hours until she woke up. “I have to