by Noel » Sun Jan 22, 2012 3:02 am
As usual, the day was bleak and more then slightly boring. Street vendors voices and the sound of cars and chatter filled the air, but was offset by the unmistakable grim feeling that flitted through the air. Something about a dark sky, slight haze, and the puddles of the night before's rain on the ground made even the cheeriest of things significantly less enjoyable. One particular vendor had a bit more of a issue. No one was particularly interested in ice-cream what with the chilly air and occasional, buffeting wind, and so time creeped by at a snail's pace. That though, was not the issue. He had pulled out a newpaper, bored, but was finding it impossible to focus. Every time he attempted to get himself to take in a line, that noise distracted him yet again. That 'noise' was a child's voice, forever singing words that from the distance he was couldn't quite make out. But from the shakes of head from people and others attempted to sell goods, he was far from the only one annoyed. Folding up the paper after a frustrated moment, slamming it unnecessarily hard against the top of the unopened freezer he was sitting behind. Rising with an irritated huff, he strode across the crowded square towards the source of his anger. A boy, leaned against a tree, singing as he stared off into space. As the angered vendor drew closer, the voice became more and more hated in his mind, especially as he began to make out the words. Actually, it gave him a headache.
Mikuo, naturally being the annoying singing boy, smiled as he saw some man approached him. Standing straight and turning to his new victim, his face was cheery although his song never broke. His voice raised, making people turn to stare at him as the song became more noticeable, and slowly the headache spread. Mikuo's happy smile slowly became a mocking grin, as he switched songs swiftly, singing of the big scary man picking on the innocent child, staring directly at the vendor as he did, obviously insulting him. Naturally, it was only a few seconds until there was a grip on the front of his shirt, lifting him a half-inch into the air. Which make Mikuo have to hold back a laugh as to keep his song going. Then the tone split. Became louder, with a wavering pitch, and promptly made the grip on his clothing relax. He kept letting the song flow cheerily, as the people around him dropped to their knees, holding their head in their hands as the maddening tune hit them mercilessly. Mikuo knew full well what was happening, wild smirk forever growing. He was one of them, as the people soon realized. One of those escaped Vocaloids, with a voice that gave humans insanity. Mikuo smiled as the first human screamed, showing no sign of cutting of the song.
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