Title: My life, my voice

Neru was out of her room. She was at a faraway place that she would usually went at night, a place where no other vocaloids or human are around her. She sat at her usual comfortable spot under a tree and gazed at the sky. There were no stars tonight, only moonlight shimmering down at the dark and quiet meadow. Neru was deep in thoughts and her chest felt heavy.

Neru's POV

Ever since I was being adopted into the vocaloid family, my life changed. I began to sing various types of songs for the company, met other vocaloids and workers.

Whenever the songs that I sang got published, there would always be people being upset about my voice, commenting that the sounds or voices of the songs were either Rin or Miku.

I did not like it too, the fact that I need to use someone else's voice.

Miku and Rin soon became my rivals. Although sometimes I expressed hatred in front of them, the truth was I envied them so much. Their voices were natural and were in a much higher position in the vocaloid family.

All the other vocaloids avoided me except Haku and maybe one more person. I'm not sure why they avoided me but...

I did not care. One friend was enough. Even though, sometimes I looked at Len kun from afar and blushes.

Isn't it depressive how I pushes everyone back, as much as I loved them?

Whenever they looked at me, I would give a smirk and looked away which causes them to feel annoyed and irritated. I'm fine with their impressions or whatsoever.

I do not care. It is much easier to ignore and be ignored.

Occasionally I'd wonder why did I exist or what my future will look like. I feared that I would be trapped forever having to take this burden with me, not able to get rid of it.

I hate it. I can't even take a grasp of my own future.

I hate it.

'I'm used to these kinds of things already.' I coaxed myself, breathing in deeply.

I looked at the half moon right above me as I tilted my head a little. My vision blurred. The moon that I looked at began to sway.

A drop of tear dripped onto the petals of a dandelion in front of me.

Why did I cry?

For what reason did I cry for?

Tears would not stop flowing no matter how hard I tried to.

I was confused at my own emotions.

Then, I heard footsteps. They sounds familiar.

Why did he come?

How did he know?

I felt more confused. I refused to look at the person.

Why must she come when I'm crying?

A warm, gentle hand shuffled my hair which made me surprised a little.

'Mikuo...you're not going to the party that Miku held tonight?' I shifted my head to another direction as I spoke. I did not want him to see me cry.

Mikuo chuckled softly while trying to find a comfortable position to sit.

'I've figured out that you would be in a place like this. I'm not going tonight. Don't ask me why.'

I tilted my head towards him with my crying face unconsciously. It was the first time Mikuo saw me cried, I bet he doubt that a tsundere like me would actually cry. He reached out a hand to comfort me, but I quickly turned away, rejecting his kind feelings. Seconds later, I realised that was quite mean of me to reject him so I lowered my head and slowly leaned against him.

I felt that warm and gentle hands again as he embraced me. I can't help but blushed deeply.

All the painful thoughts have by now perished. My tears had stopped flowing too.

I felt like I was somehow being tamed but Mikuo seems to be satisfied with this.

I hate to admit it but...

I wished this moment could last forever...

Ayano: Thanks for reading!

Signed off.