Rozu was running down the street, her arms full of food and earphones blaring her favorite song around her neck. Most of the people she passed barely took notice of her, as this was a common sight in this small town. Rozu had just been shopping and was rushing home to cook a surprise dinner for her parents, who had been on vacation for almost two months. Her long deep purple hair fanned out behind her like thin ribbons in the wind, her smooth, tanned skin almost shimmered in the sunlight, and her bright green eyes were open just enough so that she could see. If she ever ran into anybody, she didn't notice. Her long legs pumped in sync with her music, and her lithe slender frame zipped in and out of the crowd. A few visitors stopped and stared, but Rozu took no notice. She took a sharp turn down an old abandoned dirt road, never missing a beat, and smiled to herself.
When she reached her house, she skidded to a stop and let out the breath she had been holding since she left the market. Ever since she had sent her letter to the Vocaloid Academy, she had been training in every way possible, from holding her breath and running to renting out the boxing arena for days at a time. If she wanted to get into the most prestigious modeling and performing academy in the world, she would have to be in peak shape. Famous models and performers had come from there, including her parents, and all of them had been successful. Plus, that's where her parents had met.
"Well, I'd better get started." Rozu sighed. She laid out all of the ingredients for dinner and began cooking. As that became easier, she let her mind wander. She left her food to cook on the stove and sat down at the dinner table in her cushion. She rested her hand'Maybe I'll find my future husband there... If I do, I wonder what he'll be like?' As she started fantasizing about the kind of person he might be, a timer went off, jolting her back to reality. She looked at her clock and realized that almost an hour had gone by, and the dinner she had made should be finished. Just as she pulled it off the stove, the doorbell rang.
"Rozu, we're home!" Called her mother, walking into the house only to be hugged tightly by her daughter. When they pulled back, it was almost like looking in a mirror, except for the length of the hair and eye color. While Rozu's eyes were green, her mother's were almost black, but with a hint of blue, making them look like a deep ocean. Her mother's hair was only shoulder length and curly, Rozu's was hip length and straight, but slightly curled at the ends.
"I'm so happy to see you! Where's Papa?" She asked, peering around her mom's shoulder.
"Right here!" He said, popping up out of nowhere, as usual. He gave Rozu a giant bear hug and spun her around. When he set her down again, she looked like she might throw up. Oblivious, he sniffed the air and made a face that said, 'OMG How did you know I wanted that?' and ran off toward the kitchen.
"Guess what I made, Mom?" Rozu put her hands behind her back and leaned forward slightly in an endearing manner, and her mother smiled even more widely.
"Let me see... sushi, domburi, yakizakana, and... ramen?" She guessed, raising an eyebrow. Of course, she guessed everything right.
"Yep! Now come on, if we don't get there soon, all of the food will be halfway into Papa's stomach!" Rozu grabbed her mother's hand and almost dragged her into the dining room, where her dad had already set the table and was piling food onto his plate. They both laughed and joined him, just enjoying their time as a family. Righ before they could start, the doorbell rang again, and Rozu jumped up to get it. She wondered who could be coming here of all places at this hour.
"Yes, can I help you?" She asked as she opened the door. A man with green hair who looked to be in his mid-thirties smiled at her in a friendly manner.
"Ah, you must be Rozu Fujisaki, correct?" Rozu nodded, confused. Why did this man know who she was? And why was he here? "I'm from the Vocaloid Academy of Modeling and Performing Arts. Actually, I'm the principal, Gumo." Rozu's eyes widened and her jaw dropped.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! Here, come in. We were just sitting down to dinner." Rozu led the way into the dining room where her parents were in deep conversation and set him down on her recently vacated cushion. Then she pulled up another cushion and a plate with silverware, then tried to introduce him to her parents.
"Mom, Dad, this is-" She began, but her mother interrupted her.
"Oh, Gumo! How are you doing?" Her mother looked up and said, smiling widely. This left a very confused look on Rozu's face.
"Very well. How are you guys?" He asked, leaning back onto his elbows. Rozu opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off again.
"We're doing great. Just got back from a month long tour around Japan." Rozu's father explained. She puffed out her cheeks and crossed her arms.
"Will somebody please tell me what's happening here?" She almost yelled, making the three adults in the room jump a bit. Her mother and father laughed in sync, while Gumo smiled.
"Well, Rozu, your father, Gumo, and I all went to the Vocaloid Academy together and graduated in the same year." Her mom explained.
"Oohhhh... Well, that makes much more sense." Rozu nodded. "But why are you here, Gumo-sensei?"
"Ah, right! I needed to speak with all of you about Rozu's enrollment in the Academy." He sat up again and folded his hands on the table. He looked at both of her parents in turn, then at Rozu. "She has the best application this batch of students. We expect a lot out of her if everything she said was true." A few moments of silence passed as this information sunk in.
"Wait... does this mean I'm in?" Rozu asked. Her jaw had almost dropped to the floor.
"Yes, Rozu. You've officially passed the entry test. Welcome to the Vocaloid Academy of Modeling and Performing Arts." Gumo smiled and nodded, handing Rozu a letter stamped with the Academy's crest.