Innocence

VOCALOID – 02

By: Chi~

Disclaimer: I don't own Rin or Len or the song and video I based this off of.

A/N: I was behind schedule for packing and I decided to check on my favorite Sims 2 film producer and director. I decided to check out her new on-going series. I watched the preview, was blown away and was hit with inspiration.

Butterflies came to mind, too.

Therefore, here we go - something nice and interesting…I guess. Don't worry, "Bloody Secrets" shall be finished soon. I'm not exactly writing it…but nothing's going to waste in my head either. Just sit tight on it, yeah? Think of this as something to keep your mind on for the time being.

Read in ½ to hear his voice.

Innocence

I

It all started when she was in high school. One night, she dreamt of nothing but a voice. And that was all she could hear. The voice and its singing. Up-lifting. Melodic. Beautiful.

She had been intrigued from then on, and would always sleep as much as she could just to hear it. Her life-less existence at school didn't matter to her anymore. To put it as simply as man can say; the voice made her feel alive.

She hadn't had much friends so her free-time was always reoccurring and lengthy. If it hadn't been for the voice or her online friend, she would've gone insane a long while ago.

Though, her strong obsession over the voice begged her sanity to differ, after a while.

But she saw nothing wrong with it. The voice always came back, unlike her parents or childhood friend.

She figured, if the voice kept coming back, then she mattered to it or something.

And so, even though her dreams were always a black, floating void, as long as the song was there, nothing else matter to her until she'd wake up and return to reality again…

…Only to wish to dream once more.

February 24, 2009 5:33p.m.

Yahoo! Messenger Chat –

• 1227Melodic
• LeekHatsune

- : -

1227Melodic: Dream #157, Miku. Just woke up.

LeekHatsune: Did anything change yet?

1227Melodic: No. Again, I was floating and that voice…it was in surround sound…

LeekHatsune: Well, jeez…the same dream over and over again and it hasn't even been all of the school yet.

1227Melodic: I should be disoriented and confused...but…I'm not. It's too beautiful and…

LeekHatsune: Well, I understand a beautiful voice is awesome to listen to repeatedly…but how could you not be weirded out or something?

1227Melodic: I…I think I've heard this voice before…

LeekHatsune: Well, yeah, 157 times!

1227Melodic: No, before – way before now or weeks ago…It's like I've heard it so many times before…somewhere else…

LeekHatsune: Oh, dude, I feel the same way. You know my boyfriend, Mikuo, yeah?

1227Melodic: Yeah…?

LeekHatsune: You know, the first time I saw him, I thought I'd seen him before.

1227Melodic: Miku, he looks just like you.

LeekHatsune: No, dammit, not like that, I mean…like I'd met him/seen him more than that one time…and I'd just seen him.

1227Melodic: Love at first sight, perha4ps?

LeekHatsune: Not exactly…more like instant recognition…maybe déjà vu…

1227Melodic: I understand…Well…that makes me feel less of a freak.

LeekHatsune: You were never a freak to begin with.

1227Melodic: But this infatuation over this voice… It's…nevermind, forget it. I'm going back to bed. Later, Miku.

LeekHatsune: Later, Rin…have a good sleep.

• 1227Melodic has signed off •

May 27, 2009
12:30am.

Orange-san,

I don't know why I still haven't told Miku the gender of the voice. There's no such thing as a unisex voice, that's for sure. I guess it's always slipped my mind because she's never asked what sex it was. Whichever, no matter what, I've never told this specific detail to her. I'm beginning to wonder if I should…

Well, the gender of the voice…it's a boy. A young one. And the tone is angelic, and sweet. Something out of this world for me, really. I know for a fact that this boy is not my age. His voice is too high pitched to set him in the category of adolescence. I estimate the age would be perhaps… ten. Maybe nine. Whichever it is…

…I shouldn't really be troubled…. It's just a voice and surely a figment of my "interesting" imagination. But, you see…it seems that I've heard this voice….way before even the first dream I had of it. Like I've know the voice even before this life-time and it has me… But, that is something I cannot prove. A fated connection between some young boy in my past life through his voice? I don't believe in reincarnation or any form of it.

There is one thing I can determine and in many ways…it is very grim… What comes an infatuation comes an admiration. To put it as blunt as I could possibly put anything…I'm in love with this voice of a ten or nine-year-old boy. And what comes his voice and my love for it…I'm sure when I see his face…I'll fall in love with it. With all of him.

I might as well be classified as a pedophile but…I'm being honest. I do…

His voice…it makes me feel alive…

…And…tonight….in my dreams…he said my name.

In the tone of his angelic voice, there was no happiness, but longing…

Like…he's waiting for me…

…Dream 357, tonight. I shall change the number to 358.

Goodnight,

Rin

Only two months later, the 657th dream the night before the beginning of her sophomore year, she finally dreams something other than a dark void. This time, it is a lush field. A flourishing green landscape that stretched as far as the eye could see.

She was dressed in a simple white dress that stopped and spilled out around her knees. From the snuggish fit she felt, she knew it was hugging her curves cozily. She looked down, noticed her feet had no kind of shoes on them – not even thin sandals. She tilted her head as she lightly kicks the grass, just to feel it. It was soft.

She looked up at the sky, saw that it was definitely dusk from how the sun was resting on the green hills in the distance. The sky was painted with various colors of red-orange, pink, and soft purples. It was a relaxing, beautiful sight and she almost found herself very entranced by it. But then, not a second later after she'd noticed the sky, the voice came.

His voice.

She felt her heart jump in her chest and her skin crawl with a strange sense satisfaction. It was beautiful, as always. She felt blessed that she could hear it so perfectly. She wouldn't miss it for the world, and if it was taken away from her, she was quite sure she would die in the spiritual sense.

She turned around and as the dress flowed around her with grace, she peered through the fields behind her and saw nothing. She turned again – nothing. But the voice was there. Perhaps this dream was not when she'd see him…but at least she had a scenery to look forward to, besides his voice.

Therefore, with that in mind, she started over to the single tree not too far from her – a cherry blossom tree – and sat down at its abstract roots. She bent her knees up to her chest, hugged them and leaned her head against the wood. The setting sun caressed her cheek with its warmth and she was surprised at how…real the dream felt.

But, she suddenly felt she couldn't reside there anymore. Slowly, she closed her eyes when they suddenly felt heavy and slowly let out a long breath, exhaling as her being left the dream.

Before she felt sleep leave her, she felt something – like a feather against her ear. Soft. Sweet.

She opened her eyes for a split second, stared into the darkness and felt that she couldn't turn her head. So, she didn't. She blinked, slightly confused. She should be waking up about now; she could hear her alarm clock in the distance.

Before she knew it, she realized what that feather-soft feeling was against her ear.

It was him. His lips were against her ear.

"Rin – "

The moment he whispered her name was the moment she was jolted awake. Shaking. Sweating. Shuddering. Her alarm was blaring in her ear; she slapped it off clumsily.

Wide-eyed, surprised, and strangely flushed out of pleasure, she buried her face in her hands and breathily sighed.

Then, she shook her head.

"Shit," she muttered. "Shit."

August 27, 2009
8:37pm.

Orange-san,

What I've feared has come true. I suppose I 'ought to see about myself going to some sort of psyche help or something. I don't know if I'm a loon or just a disturbed person, either way, I know this isn't normal in the slightest.

I've done it, I've really done it! I'm in for it now!

This boy's voice; the boy in general…I am not only emotionally attracted to it, but my body is too – if you catch my drift. I don't know what the hell to do. I've never dealt with something like this before and I haven't really dealt with anything in the romantic sense either. Most don't like me at that school, the only friend I can really rely on is Miku who lives almost a few states away. How do I know anything, really? How do I know that this voice is something that followed me since my "past" life or something? How do I know that this voice isn't something created by my damn imagination? How do I know this voice? How do I know I love this boy? How do I know he's looking for me?

How do I know I'm a pedophile? A cougar in the youngest form recorded. A sixteen year old…a ten year old or even younger…Oh…shit…

I've gotten into something I didn't even have a choice to get into, much less control. This was put upon me out of coincidence. Yeah, coincidence. Surely things in this world is just random?

…Oh, how could I believe that? From the things that have happened to me all this time, for a year of my high school career, it seems to me that things in this world are actually predetermined. I can't know that for sure, but there's enough evidence in my book for me to believe in such a thing.

Oh…this thinking is giving me a headache. All I know is that I think I need help. I hope the boy who has this beautiful voice doesn't meet me any time soon. It's a good chance that we were destined, considering the last dream I had was of him saying my name not out of excitement, like usual…but out of longing and sorrow.

It's like…he's looking for me.

…What would I do if I met him in real life? He'd at least being in middle school by now, if his voice is like this.

Dear God…I'm afraid of what I'll do. I want to meet him, for sure, if he's real…but…

…But…I don't want to make a fool of myself, like usual. And not only that, but get in trouble with the law and traumatize a little boy! Gosh! This is disgusting!

…I can't meet him now. I just can't. I don't know what I'll do! I don't know what I'll say! I'm scared, really…

However, I have to be true when I say that the biggest thing that scares me the most…is that I feel this tug in my heart and it's telling me something.

It's telling me to find him. It's like…some sort of calling. I don't know… I can't really determine. All I know is that whether I like it or not, I want to find him. Have him in my presence. To see his face. Very bad.

I'm scared…very scared…

Rin

The second part shall be put up soon. See you then? Leave something for me while I'm gone? XD?