Blue Hair, Blue Tie, Hiding In Your WiFi

Allen and Tori were particularly talkative this morning as the three of them walked long the pier in the early morning light. They talked about all sorts of things but mostly the conference Allen would be going to later. Something about the discoveries with his…their engineering projects. Victor wasn’t paying too much attention however. He was too busy being cold as fuck despite wearing his hoodie and coat. He eventually interjected the conversation with a, “Whose…whose idea what it again? To come to the beach…to come to the beach in December?”

“You wanted to miss out on this view?” Allen asked with a smile. He gestured towards the beach’s horizon. “You don’t get to see the nature quite like this at home! I mean the forest is fine and all, trust me I love it, but a change of scenery isn’t always a bad thing, ya know.”

Tori made a small show of her taking in a deep breath. “Plus I just like the air out here. Salty.”

Miku straightened up at the sound of people approaching, an excited trill escaping her lips before she realized what she was doing. She was quick to cover her mouth afterwards, but it was still too late to take back the noise. Well, they probably wouldn’t notice it with all the other noises out here... right?

If they did... well, as soon as she made it back into the ocean she’d be fine.

She pressed her eye to a gap in the pier, watching the strangers walk overhead. They must be from the same pod, with how similar they all looked.  How neat!

Miku was absolutely exhausted. Rumors buzzed around her head like flies, making her question the people around her and her own beliefs. Of course, she couldn’t let anyone see it was getting to her. She’d disappoint too many people. So she put a bounce in her step. She covered her dark circles with more and more makeup. She styled her hair in the cutest fashions. No one needed to know she wasn’t the same as always.      (Though if you looked closely, cracks were beginning to show in her perfect facade)

Unfortunately, acting awake didn’t mean she was really awake - which meant when Togami suddenly appeared from around a corner, it took Miku a horrendously long time to notice. Her eyes widened and she barely managed to avoid running into him. Jeez... at least the hall was empty right now...

     “S-sorry...” She ducked her head in shame, “I should pay more attention. But, ah, since you’re here... How are you holding up?”

                                       The song had come about it’s crescendo and long since-passed. Now? A breath Hakö took as he subsequently slouched and thumbed lofty, licorice follicles back into a relatively kempt mane. This? His Garden he thought.. secluded save for the fish.. but they never minded his singing nor thought it a cacophonous chorus either.. so? He was content with doing this.. semi-publicity. Then? Well- a foreboding sensation piqued at him. Why? Was someone.. watching him? Scales promptly bristled and the minuscule hairs ‘pon his nape stood attentive.. and he abruptly spun 'round in search of whomever brought about his anxiety. ’..Y..Y..You heard me, didn’t you..?!’

                                     It wasn’t negative, not by normal standards. Dainty palms clasped to his mouth as crimson came over his countenance- he figured it out easily from then on.. even if they didn’t retort, even if her unnerved them from the abruptness. Yelling as the intention may have been meant, but with that coarse, smooth voice of his? Was it something menacing? Nay. ’..I.. I know my voice doesn’t sound that great.. but.. I’m practicing, still.’ Tsundere? Tsundere- that is how Hakö is through and through.. and even so? He began to backpedal away from the pool.. yet not far enough to really fade from sight- he is gigantic still.. and face-covering doesn’t lessen this. ’..Hey, you aren’t a fish. You’re a Girl.. how did you get in here..?’

Miku had been watching the singer in avid fascination. She’d never seen someone quite like him before - at least, not on land. He reminded her of the few eel-men she had met, though they were still a fair bit smaller than this man. He was... intriguing.

She was quite sad when his song ended, though any sorrow she had was quickly replaced by fear when he spotted her. Her blood froze in her veins, making it hard for her to think, let along move. Finally, by his second (or perhaps third) sentence she managed to break whatever spell had been holding her still.

She let out a terrified trill before splashing into the depths of the pool, fin-like ears pinned back against her head. She hadn’t even processed his words - they hadn’t sounded angry, had they? No, not really... but he was still so much larger than her, and undoubtedly stronger. If there was any malice in him it wouldn’t be hard for him to kill her.

But... now that she was away from the threat (not safe, of course, not safe) she had to wonder. Was running away the right thing to do? He’d only asked questions - questions that were easy to answer, and spoken in a tongue she could understand. Perhaps she should confront him...

Miku stiffened as the words hit her. God, she hated rumors. Sure, they had a lot of “evidence”, but was it ever actually conclusive? And killing someone based on hair color… that was stupid! No way she’d be targeted for something as trivial as that!

Killing another idol though… that was somewhat believable. Idols attracted just as many enemies as they did fans, so she wouldn’t be surprised if people wanted her dead… Especially if it was the person that had killed Maizono. Miku had a lot more in common with her than Yukino did, at least.

    But that was still ridiculous! …right?

    “Absence of denial doesn’t mean confirmation,” She’d heard her Manager say the words many times before when people tried to catch her in a scandal. She never thought she’d be using them to defend a murder suspect.

    “Just because he didn’t deny it doesn’t mean he did it. Spreading rumors is just going to make everyone uncomfortable.”

She rushed passed the gossiping students, mind still racing. She’d decided to stick up for Togami no matter what - she just hoped she wouldn’t end up regretting it.

     “Ah, Yumoto-san!”

Miku jogged to her club mate. She wasn’t in the most practical track wear, but she hadn’t had time to change after rehearsal... It was kind of embarrassing, really. Hopefully they wouldn’t comment on her somewhat silly looking practice outfit.

Miku was always told to stay away from the land. The surface was far too dangerous for a girl like her. The land-dwellers were constantly fighting with each other, killing people just for the thrill, or in a perverse display of power. A true siren might be able to survive in that world, but for a soft half breed like Miku?

She could be killed in an instant.

Still, she simply couldn’t ignore the lovely singing voice that had lured her to the surface. (how ironic, a mermaid being drawn to a land-dweller’s voice) She did her best to be sneaky and keep herself submerged as she approached the shore. The water, however, warped the sound. She couldn’t enjoy the singing like this...

Slowly, fearfully, her eyes emerged from the water. The fins around her ears were pinned back nervously, but her eyes were bright and curious. They weren’t really made for seeing above the water, so it took her a few minutes to actually see the singer.

     “W-what?”

Sure, she remembers Sayaka Maizono. She’d been in a lot of the same circles as her, after all. They’d even met each other at a couple of events and parties. Her death had been a huge shock to Miku, but her manager hadn’t let her read too many details. ( he said he was afraid that she would have nightmares ) She did remember that one of Maizono’s classmates had been suspected of interfering with the body, though.

But… Byakuya Togami, doing something as disgusting as manipulating a body? That was just - ridiculous! …wasn’t it? Plus what did Naegi have to do with it? He couldn’t have toyed with the body as well… right? There’s no way two people that twisted would be allowed in this school!

Sure she didn’t know them that well, but they didn’t seem like murderers or psychos! Ugh, this was so out of her wheel house. She wasn’t a judge, or a detective, or heck, even a debate club member! She didn’t have any right to judge!     …but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t think about it.

     “If that was true, the police would have done something about it. Since he hasn’t been arrested, I’ll keep believing he’s innocent. If that changes, then my opinion will change.”

Miku didn’t normally interact with such... rough personalities, but the girl had saved her from being mugged, so buying her dinner was the least she could do. Even if her manager scolded her for it (when didn’t he scold her for something, no matter how stupid?) she had to do something.

Besides, it was her own pocket money. She could spend it however she wanted.

Miku didn’t know thing one about the occult. In fact, if it didn’t relate to her idol career she probably didn’t know much about it at all. Her manager thought it’d be a waste to fill her head with unnecessary stuff - but that didn’t stop her from being curious.

Especially when someone was reading a mysterious tome right in front of her.

A few seconds… a few accidental seconds is only what he needs to understand his situation and grow wary toward the girl. He knew there was something suspicious when he wasn’t aware of her presence.

As he helped her up, he can’t help that she’s lighter than he expected but finds it somewhat unnatural now that he’s aware of her gig. Though isn’t she too high-tech in this setting? Is she even aware of what she is? 

Those are a few questions that immediately popped up in mind that he has the common courtesy to not bring up. But aside from that, he can’t help but have a nagging feeling that she looks familiar.

          [[ … you think? ]] he can’t help to question back. Was she released to this world just recently?

His question made her stiffen, a faint feeling of fear taking hold of her. That was a stupid mistake - her developers would be so disappointed in her! She quickly racked her system for a way out of this awkward conversation, or a good excuse. She settled on a nervous laugh.

     “W-well, I don’t think I’m clumsy! I just, ah, sometimes end up tripping over my feet, so I guess you could argue over it! Hehe....”

Oh boy, that was a terrible excuse, even for her. She has access to the internet, the BEST place for lies... but no, she has to go with something she made up. Oi.

If you fail to achieve some of the facts ,   add some other of your own !       when you’re done ,   tag 15 other people to do the same!

TAGGED  BY : @saikiku like a million years ago rip NAME: Hatsune Miku! AGE : 16 / verse dependent SPECIES : ai / human / verse dependent GENDER : female ORIENTATION : pan-romantic with a leaning towards males and demi-sexual

INTERESTS : singing, dancing, leeks PROFESSION : idol

BODY TYPE : fit, a little thin EYES : blue HAIR : Turquoise SKIN : Fair HEIGHT : 5′2″ WEIGHT : verse dependent!!

COMPANIONS: the rest of the VOCALOIDS ANTAGONISTS : N/A

COLOURS: blue, teal, turquoise SMELLS: fresh, a variety of body sprays and perfumes FRUITS :  depends on the verse DRINKS : Again, verse dependent.

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES ?     yes  / no /  occasionally  /  rarely SMOKES ?     yes  /  no  /  occasionally  /  rarely DRINKS ?     yes  /   no /  occasionally  /  rarely DRUGS ?     yes  /  no  /  occasionally  /  rarely DRIVERS LICENSE ?     yes  / no / verse dependent

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