The Death of Miku Hatsune Chapter 1, a vocaloid fanfic

"I'm tired of this game we play." The girl's voice was mellow, sadness mixed within her tone as she looked away from the man in front of her, dew-drop like tears falling over the bottom lids of her eyes, running down her cheek, splotching down her green smock, a sniffle sounding faintly.

"N-No! Mi-Mi, I-I know we can fix this-!" The red-haired man said, reacting towards the girl, who smacked his hand away, covering her face with a slender hand, teal-painted finger nails reflecting in the harsh light.

"Don't be stupid, Hitoshi-sempai." The teal-haired girl said, a faint smile on her lips, "We can't go on lying to ourselves forever."

"M-Mi-Mi..." The older stammered, a sad smile on his face as he cupped the younger girl's face in his hand, "I... I'll always love you."

"I know, sempai... I'll always love you too. But we can't keep doing this." The girl closed her eyes, biting her lip as she leant into his palm, "I'm sorry..."

"Cut! That's a wrap guys - it was fantastic!"

The teal-haired girl stepped away from the older, wiping the tears from her eyes on her sleeve, sniffing slightly before shaking herself down, dusting down her smock as she let her hair out of the high ponytail it was in, the teal bangs falling past her shoulders to her waist. She exhaled, a smile spreading across her lips as she skipped over to her co-star, who was having his make-up removed.

"Greaaaat work, sempai-san~!" She cooed teasingly, causing her co-worker to snort.

"You need to stop calling me that, Miku," The red-haired man laughed, leaning back in the make-up chair, looking at his teal-haired co-star, "I've told you a million times it's just Akaito."

"Whatever, sempai-san." Miku grinned at Akaito, "It's either sempai-san or Akai-chan~!"

"A-A-Akai-chan-? No!" Akaito stammered irritatedly, "It's not '-chan'. I'm older than you and I'm not female-"

"Akaito-sama, your brother is here to pick you up." The fiery red-head's manager said, looking up from the clipboard she had in front of her, pushing her glasses up the brim of her nose.

"How many times do I have to tell Taito I can drive myself-?" Akaito sighed, getting up and ruffling Miku's hair, "Whatever. See you later, kid."

"See you later, sempai-san!" Miku said chirpily, as the red-head picked up his bag, heading off, yelling, "It's just Akaito!", as he left with his manager.

"Good work out there today, Miss Hatsune!" Came the strong, sharp compliment from behind Miku, causing the tealette to turn around. Standing there very rigid was her manager, Ted Kasane, who's long, red locks fell down his back, a clipboard held tightly to his chest.

Miku grinned, "Thank you, Kasane-san." She grabbed a hair brush off the make-up desk, pulling it though her extremely long teal curls, "I try my hardest."

Ted bowed sharply, his hair flicking up and wiping himself in the face, before settling back where it was. He never relaxed - was always tense, ready to spring into action. It was one of the things Miku admired about him. He was almost like her body guard.

"Miss Hatsune, I received a letter for you this morning after you left for work." Ted explained, digging in his coat pocket before pulling out a small, white letter, sealed neatly with a red stamp in the shape of a heart on the back.

"Oh! Thanks, Kasane-san~!" Miku giggled, taking the letter delicately between her fingers, pushing up the flap on the envelope, pulling out a neatly folded piece of stark white paper, unfolding it.

She froze. Froze stiffer than Ted had ever seen the star freeze.

"Is everything alright, Miss Hatsune?" Ted asked, a look of concern flashing across his otherwise rigidly nervous expression.

"Ah- Y-yeah!" Miku said, smiling broadly, her light blue eyes falling back onto the paper, "It's just a letter from my father, that's all. It's been ages since I've heard from him."

"That's wonderful news, Miss Hatsune!" Ted bowed again and the tealette giggled, folding the paper back up and pushing it into the top of the black socks that went much past her knees, the paper brushing against the beginning of her green-and-black plaid skirt.

"Yes, I suppose it is~!" Miku smiled, though something in her smile was off, "I have to call my father immediately about this - I'll see you later, Kasane-san~!"

Before Ted could reply with 'shall I come with you, Miss Hatsune?' like he usually would, Miku had grabbed her bag, two hair ties, and sprinted out of the studio as fast as her legs could carry her, her teal hair flying up around her.

The red-haired manager decided it was better left alone - Miku could surely handle herself; she had taken the best self-defense lessons her vast wealth could buy. So he smiled, deciding it was great that she finally got in contact with her otherwise stand-offish father, and walked off to check his emails.

[...]

The evening news blared on the television in the small city apartment, the many lights and people bustling below in Tokyo, the large windows across the lounge room giving a brilliant view of the vibrant city.

Pleasant smells wafted through the lounge room from the kitchen one room over, but the only person there to enjoy them was standing ove the stove, sweat dripping down his forehead as he turned the noodles over with the chopsticks between his fingers, blowing the blonde hairs that stuck to his forehead off with his breath. She's late, he thought to himself, his eyes straying up to the cat-based clock on the wall that showed the time as sixty-thirty in the evening, it's not like her to be late.

He wasn't particularly worried for her - if someone attacked her they'd be the ones in trouble - as it wasn't like the young journalist to worry about his seniors. Especially not her. It was simply unusual for her not to be extremely punctual.

The saucey noodles sizzled as the blonde picked them up in a heap, before letting them fall back into the pan. Fried noodles - his specialty. No-one made them better than he did, and he was proud of it. The swinging tail of the cat clock ticked everytime a second passed, flicking from side to side, like a metronome.

Ten minutes later, the noodles were out of the pan, sitting in two porcelain bowls, chopsticks sticking out of them, looking extremely inviting, sitting on the kitchen counter. It took all of the journalist's self-control not to grab the bowls and eat it all, but he knew doing that would simply cause his friend - who was extremely late now - to grab him a head-lock and try out her new wrestling techniques on him. And he really didn't need another broken wrist

A loud knock came at the door, snapping the blonde's attention. He looked up from where he sat backwards on the wooden chair, staring hungrily at the noodles as if he was trying to taste them with his eyes, his gaze fall on the short hallway that led to the two other rooms in the apartment - the bathroom and the bedroom.

"Coming!" He shouted, almost falling off his chair in an attempt to stand up, ending up knocking it over, causing a long bang. He winced, picking up the chair and setting it against the wall where it belonged, before jogging to the door, pulling it open.

Standing outside the door was the leather-clad girl Len had been waiting for. Her pink curls fell past her shoulders, curling up slightly at the ends, her hand bunched into a fist on her hip. Her sapphire eyes were menancing as usual, her pearl-coloured lips pouting slightly.

"Well? Are you going to let me in, Len-kun?" She asked sharply.

"You're late, Luka-nee." Len grinned at the older girl as she pushed him aside and strolled inside. She shrugged off her denim jacket, throwing it aside onto the couch, stretching. Her purple tank top was tight-fitting, hugging to her curvy figure and behind, over-lapping the short denim shorts she wore, torn leggings going up past her knees, heavy, chain-covered boots on her feet.

"Blame Yuuma - he's the bright spark who decided to take the scenic route," Luka said simply, kicking her shoes off and putting them neatly in the small hallway, stretching slightly before walking into the kitchen with a spring in her step, "Fried noodles for dinner?"

"Yeah," Len nodded, "There's sashimi in the fridge if the noodles aren't filling enough for you."

"Thanks, Len-kun," Luka said, picking up the bowl with one hand, messing up the blonde's already messy bangs with the other as she walked off into the lounge. Luka was attractive by anyone's standards - so attractive Len wouldn't doubt she turned gay men straight and straight women gay - and if she and Len weren't family, he was sure he would've hit on her a few times.

Well, they weren't really cousins, but she felt like an older sister. They'd been friends since elementary school, and their parents had also been friends - so they'd been introduced to each other at an early age. Admittedly, they had fought a lot as kids, as Luka was a very stubborn character and Len was often picked on by her. But those days were over and they were simply close cousin-like friends now; even if they did fight from time to time.

Luka sat on the couch, putting her feet up over the cushiony foot rest, expertly twirling the fried noodles around her chopsticks before sucking them up between her lips, the juices springing off her lips with a 'pop'.

"Ahhhh, yes, these noodles are still the best in Japan!" Luka said, raising the bowl triumphantly. Len laughed, taking his own bowl in his hands, stepping over Luka's outstretched legs and falling onto the couch next to her. He got comfy as the television finished blaring the advert for futons.

"You always watch boring things," Luka sighed as the news came back on, "What's so interesting about the news anyway? It's just bad news about other people's lives - it doesn't concern us."

"It concerns me," Len explained, the end of a noodle hanging from his lips as he licked it up, "I'm a journalist - I may have to write about it."

"Well I still say that you journalists should write articles on the latest anime tragedies." Luka said, "I mean - so what, tsunami kills three hundred. Not nearly as devistating as titans eat over 10,000 people before the fifth episode."

Len laughed. You wouldn't know by looking at her, but Luka was a die-hard otaku; she loved anime, manga, colour, video games, Kyary Pamyu Pamyu, cats; those sorts of things. In fact, Luka was the one who'd bought Len the cat clock in the kitchen - which was probably the most colourful thing in his entire apartment, as Len hadn't spent anytime decorating at all. The only personal touches he'd made were the stickers on his laptop and the many photographs pinned up to the board in his bedroom; Luka even changed his bed sheets and towels from the normal plain white.

"Yes, Luka, but that's not exactly relevant to everyone's everyday lives." Len said, as the news reporter began the next report.

"And in breaking news, this afternoon, international pop sensation Miku Hatsune was found dead-"

"Whaaaa?!" Luka practically screamed, her legs falling to the ground as she sprung up.

"-The pop sensation left the studio in a hurry after finishing up the next episode of 'My Sempai' and was later found dead at Tokyo Port. The star had received heavy damage to her skull, and doctors believe she may have been beaten to death with a blunt instrument, such as a metal pipe. The yakuza are expected by most, however, police are doubting it was an organised attack. Investigations are taking place-"

"Not an organised attack my arse!" Luka yelled at the television, enraged, "No-one would just randomly murder the biggest pop sensation in Japan! 'Oh! Look, there's Miku Hatsune-san! Should we go get her autograph?' 'Oh, no, let's murder her instead!'-"

Len zoned out from Luka's ranting. Luka was one of the biggest Miku Hatsune fan girls Len have ever met, so he wasn't particularly surprised she was furious, but he was more interested in the actual story behind the pop star's death - as cynical as it sounded, he knew there was a big story behind the murder.

And he very much planned to be the one to write the article on it.

[...]

Whoop! So, here we have another story by yours truly~ I've tried my hardest to write this with extensive detail. I'll keep trying to write it well, because I really love the story for this. I've planned most of it out already too... Just, y'know, 58 odd massive holes in the plot. Ssssh.

Also, no major ships here - mainly because I don't want the story to be forced into romance, when really the story is about the... Well. Death of Miku Hatsune. xD If you wanna suggest a side ship or something I MIGHT put it in. Assuming it doesn't ruin the story. Like if I added TedxTeto right now it'd be fine, because Teto could simply be his wife or something. But if someone wanted LukaxLen well no. That won't work.

And AnyonexMiku is kind of impossible, as I already have something planned out on that front.

Anyway, reviews. Reviews are reallllyy nice. They taste like caramel and stuff. And they give me energy to keep writing. 3

SUSPECTS:

Ted Kasane - Miku's caring manager. He seems to like Miku. He didn't follow her outside, and was checking his emails and arranging concerts for Miku at the time. HIGHLY UNLIKELY.

Luka Megurine - Was late arriving. May have made up excuse of talking to Yuuma; however, she has a deep love for Miku. UNLIKELY.

Hatsune Miku (suicide) - Rushed off from the studio abruptly. Had just received a letter from her father, who she hasn't been in contact with for years. Seemed shocked at the letter, so it is likely the letter was bad news about her father. LIKELY.

Len Kagamine - The location of Len before he begins cooking dinner for Luka is unknown. However, he doesn't seem to have any motive other than getting a story - he'd hardly murder someone for a story, as he'd get found out if any investigation was done. UNLIKELY

Yuuma - Nothing is known about Yuuma yet, except that he knows Luka. Also, he decided to take the 'scenic route'. He's Luka's alibi, and Luka is his. UNKNOWN.

Akaito - Miku's co-star. Doesn't like to be called 'sempai' or 'Akai-chan'. He was picked up by his older brother, Taito, after shooting an episode with Miku. He doesn't seem to have any motive, but it's not impossible he killed her out of jealousy. POSSIBLE.

? - Unknown character. Yet to be introduced.

Do you know who murdered Miku Hatsune? Figure it out and I'll write you a one-shot of the pairing you want.