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neptune-cinths · 2 years

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Treasured 6

entry : hii ! im very sorry for the late update :<< this is a bit rushed so i’m also very sorry about that !! but good news is that i’ve finally gotten my 2nd dose of the vaccine !! :DD

warnings : violence coming from Satan in the first few lines

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The dark hallways of the House of Lamentation greeted Satan as he went out of his room, he looked outside from the large, curve shaped window and saw that it was still early in the morning. The three pronged candle holder illuminated him as he made his way to the common room.

Once he saw the two red loveseats, he knew that he was finally there and flicked on the light switch.

The blond set down his silver candle holder on the sweet cherry wood counter and made his way over to the table right smack dab in the center of all the couches and loveseats. The rosewood table contained magazine after magazine, filled with the latest and oldest gossip the Devildom had to offer.

Some of the covers held the faces of his wretched brothers, while the others had the faces of different Devildom aristocrats and influencers alike. One even had a picture of a small plant that was as black as Cerberus’ fur and had tips of purple on it, not that Satan cared of course. He was here for a different reason all together.

To its left had colorful candy wrappers and one small chip bag, to its right had a small black pen and a some pieces of grimm here and there sprinkled about. Right in the center of the table had a small, white vase decorated with swirls of a royal blue that had the finest red dahlias and purple petunias of varying lengths inside.

Satan saw this and reached into his pocket, rummaging for a few moments while looking around him. To his left and right, to his front and to his back. Yet, no one was there and the silence was still loud to his ears. His hand finally went out of his pocket, now holding a small pink crystal. He took the vase and placed the crystal inside of it, burying it slightly with the rest of the soil.

He placed it right back into the center, and gathered his things together. He left the common room and made his way into the kitchen, peeking inside from the door. Once he saw that no one was inside, he opened the door slowly with his eyebrows raised and his eyes widened by a fraction.

‘So I was correct, he didn’t come here after all.’ Satan thought inside his mind as he closed the door, the door making a quiet click sound to signify it being closed and locked. His mind provided pictures of him taking away Mammon’s wallet that still had a black card that was surprisingly still not maxed out by now because of the witches he had a deal with.

He then bought a disgusting amount of snacks with a hefty amount of grimm, ranging from several gigantic sized chip bags to multiple medium sized chocolate bars to even buying a whole box of Devil pops. It was quite a struggle moving all of these into the twins’ bedroom, but good thing he had the help of certain sorcerer who conveniently had 72 pacts with different demons of all ranks. Including the Demon Lord’s butler, who carried most of the boxes while Solomon distracted the twins.

Satan opened the high cupboard and grabbed two of the tea cups, setting them down lightly on the counter while closing the cabinet as gently as he could as to not alert the others of his presence. He rummaged into his pocket once again and grabbed two shining lapis lazuli gems, he then placed it onto the counter.

He grabbed the tea cups and with his fingers, he popped one of the gems that had been embellished onto it and replaced it with one of the gems of the same color. He did the same with the other tea cup and placed the two back into the cupboard.

He swept the two now popped off gems off the table and onto his hand, where they met the confines of his pocket. He then grabbed his candle holder and unlocked the door. He closed it with a soft click and made his way back to his room.

‘Now, let’s just wait and see.’

“MC! Come quick, we might be late!”

The sounds of your footsteps on the clean and waxed tile floors of the Purgatory Hall dorm were echoing the halls as you ran to the front door. You opened its golden doorknob and quickly went outside, shutting the door with your left hand as you panted and felt tiny droplets of sweat dripping from your forehead. You feel Simeon tilt your head towards him and he started to softly dab his white handkerchief on your face.

“We have to get going soon, our classes are going to start at any minute now.”

“Calm down Simeon, It’s way too early for us to be going to class.” Solomon replied as he started to walk in front of us with his arms crossed together. We all started to walk alongside him and made mindless chatter on the way there. As sweet laughter and comfortable moments of silence filled the air, Luke asked

“Why isn’t Amelia walking with us?”

Simeon was quick to reply “I heard she had already walked with another demon friend of hers without waiting for us.” Luke nodded to this and looked to his left to now see Solomon reading a rather large textbook in his hands while occasionally glancing to the sidewalk.

“What’re you reading?”

“Asking many questions today, aren’t you, chihuahua?” Solomon teased as he can already predict the outcome of his sentence. At an instant, Luke started to yell back at him as a reply.

“I am not a chihuahua! Don’t you know that I report directly to Archangel Michael?! Goodness, everyday you’re becoming more and more like those vile demons!”

“Well it does make sense, since Solomon does have 72 pacts after all.” You replied while taking a peek at what Solomon was reading at. However this attempt was in vain, the letters were still quite blurry to you and you squinted your eyes to try and read what it said better. Solomon noticed this and brought the red, leather bound book to your eyes.

“Just skimming for the quiz today, I heard even Satan had quite a difficult time answering it.” The white haired wizard said as you all finally made it to the black, gigantic gate of RAD. Different demons of social standing and sins were making their way to RAD, some running while some simply dragging their feet along the ground with dark circles under their eyes.

“That was today?! Oh my go- I mean,” You corrected yourself while seeing demons eye you in your peripheral vision “-Diavolo! Yes, Diavolo! I didn’t get to study for it last night..” You sighed as you could almost picture Lucifer inviting himself to your only safe haven to have more than a word with you about your recent grades.

Simeon chuckled at this and said “Not to worry, MC. I’m sure Solomon will lend you his book to study with.” Solomon nodded slightly at this and muttered back “It’s one of the last classes we have together. We have plenty of time, okay?”

You feel your eyes light up at this and nodded back to him as all of you finally enter the insides of RAD. You waved goodbye to the members of Purgatory Hall and went to Celestial Records and Contracts for your first class of the day. A fairly new class that was implemented by Diavolo when he thought of this exchange program, and one that you thankfully liked.

On your way to the spacious classroom, you feel someone’s feet glide onto the floor and angle it just right for you to topple over and feel the weight of your bag on your back. You look up and saw Mammon with a wide, toothy and smug grin on his tan face.

You burn your eyes onto his face and move your arms upwards but you felt something heavier be placed onto your back. Your now futile attempt to get up was now stopped by this unbearable weight pressed onto your poor back, it had felt like multiple boulders had been pressed onto it and you just couldn’t get up anymore.

Tiny tears had accumulated in the crevices of your eyes while you thought to yourself

‘What is this? Where the hell did he get whatever the fuck this is?’

Your thoughts were cut short when a loud, booming laughter reached your ears. It made you quite nauseous and made your head ache. But before the greed demon could mock you any further, a loud sound was heard and you see Mammon’s shoes and pants on your right side.

Not moments after, the weight was finally lifted off of your back. You sighed in relief and wobbled while getting up, an arm with green nail polish steadied your stance and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder for support. You looked up to the demon who saved you and grinned, it was, of course, Satan.

Your grin faltered however, seeing the growing levels of darkness and pure, unadulterated rage fill the surprisingly bustling hallway. You took a look around your surroundings, only for you to find demons of various sins and sizes walk around like it was nothing. Some were speaking to other demons while walking their way around Mammon, some were full on ignoring the scene all together.

You look down on Satan’s hands, that more or less looked like it was turning into sharp claws. A mixture of green and black seeping from his fingernails were making its way around his hands and arms, painting them into a dark green, almost black color.

You look towards Mammon, now with a dark circle on his right eye and his eyes were widened like pans. His already messy placed RAD jacket was half way from being taken off of his body, his hair was a poking on different awkward directions from the tumble he had.

For a few silents beats from the three of you, Mammon’s eyes had the fury of a thousand suns and his fists were balled up, undoubtedly making small fingernail marks on his palms.

He scrambled to get back up and he fixed his jacket to it’s previous state. But before he could even get an horrid insult out of his lips, his hair was caught by black gloved hands. You stood on your tip toes and a small smirk had finally plastered itself onto your face. A shrub of dark green hair with light, ocean green highlights were in your view.

A large, noticeable scowl had adorned his face and his eyes were watching Mammon’s every movement like a hawk watching its prey with slightly squinted eyes. His eyebrows were furrowed and his grip on Mammon’s hair seemed to tighten with every syllable coming from his sweet lips.

“You’re coming with me, Mammon. You’re making quite the ruckus first thing in the morning, tsk tsk.” Barbatos clicked his tongue and he locked eyes into yours right afterwards. His gaze had been significantly softened, the furrowing had lessened and his eyes held small spurts of adoration mixed in with a large portion of concern.

You went closer to them while your back was slightly hunched over and with all the remaining force in your body, slapped Mammon’s face as hard as you could. A loud, echoing slap noise alerted some demons to the scene while the Avatar of Greed’s face was sent to the left.

Mammon’s face felt hot on one side while he felt his head involuntarily twist, his already wide eyes somehow getting bigger with astonishment while some of his gold blood seeped from his lips.

Barbatos chuckled lowly at this and commented “Now, now MC. Leave the dirty work to me, you’ll be late to class if you keep this rate up.” You nodded at this and afterwards, he dragged Mammon who was now yelling profanities in every direction about you. You shook your head from side to side and looked behind you, only to find a now calmed version of Satan holding a small purple crystal in his hands.

He made his way to you, playing with the glimmering gem as he spoke “I’m sure your back is still aching, MC. Please, take it easy for the first few classes.” You nodded at this and grabbed your water bottle from your bag that was still on the floor.

The refreshing taste of spring water reached your dry mouth, you took big gulps of the bottle and almost choked in the end. Satan saw this and patted your back with a pressure that was as light as a feather. He then straightened your posture out as you joked to him “Didn’t expect any of that to happen first thing at RAD.”

He looked at you with apologetic eyes and offered to walk you to your class that you were most certainly a few minutes late for. You accepted it and you both briskly walked to the full classroom, seeing no professor yet through the glass panels of the door. You thanked Satan and opened the door, the loud chatter of the demons ringing in your ears.

You closed the door and took your seat right next to the window. As soon as the lesson started, you tried to keep up with the fast paced talkings and ramblings of the professor. But after all of that, it was just another useless attempt at taking notes as you were now daydreaming once again. Your mind was still focusing and trying to remember some parts of the lecture, to the rankings of the angels to the first recorded fallen angel named ‘Azazel’.

The incessant ringing of the bell and the screeching of the different chairs being pushed back pulled you out of your latest daydream. You looked onto your paper, still seeing major parts of it blank with white and black lines still covering the paper. The occasional yellow sticky note or light pink highlighter mark making an appearance.

‘I’m sure Simeon and Luke know all about this topic. I’ll just be asking them then.’ You thought as you packed away all of your things into your bag when you saw Simeon and Solomon waiting for you outside the room. You gathered all your things together and left the now deserted room, closing the door with an almost silent clicking sound.

When you finally took a good look at the trio, Luke’s eyes had a significant amount of water in them while he was shaking like a leaf blowing because of the strong winds it was facing. Solomon on the other hand had his arm and hand on Luke’s shoulder, whispering to the young, shaking angel that you were gonna be alright.

Simeon immediately rushed over to you with eyes that dripped and glinted with concern, he twirled you around while muttering to himself about remedies and spells that could aide in your recovery. You resisted the twirling with your feet staying grounded in place, your vision slightly spinning and blurry.

“I’m okay now, Barbatos saw the scene and took Mammon away.” You reassured as you hugged Luke tightly, hearing small sniffles and the occasional tear staining your RAD uniform.

You stroked the sniffling angel’s head while still making conversations about the recent incident you had with Mammon. Once Luke had finally settled down, the four of you set off to the lunch hall with Solomon and Simeon sneaking glances filled with worry at you.

As soon as the four of you saw the entrance, Solomon was pushed backwards as a demon with brown as chocolate hair and glimmering, golden eyes toppled over him. You and Simeon were quick to help Solomon stand up, while the sorcerer himself was looking towards the demon with his jaw clenched. While Luke on the other hand, was berating the demon loudly while rolling his eyes.

The ground was now covered with sprinkles of green and black looking tea leaves, all with varying lengths and sizes. Solomon dusted off the remaining leaves and took a larger piece off of his white as snow hair as his eyebrows knitted and his forehead had creases on them.

“I apologize, I wasn’t looking in the right direction.” The demon said as he quickly swept up all of leaves on the ground and returned them to his large, glass bottle. Solomon shook his head from side to side, a frown still tugging on the corners is his face.

“Clearly, be a bit more careful next time, yeah?” Simeon replied as the four of you started to walk towards the entrances of the large lunch hall slowly. The demon nodded at this and briskly walked away, rounding the corner as he disappeared from your view.

Before you can get a word in, Solomon already beat you to the punch. “Is everyone from Purgatory Hall getting pushed down? At this rate, we’re gonna be getting bruises!” Solomon muttered to himself as he pulled one of the large doors open, holding it with all his might to let the rest inside.

You snickered at his statement and said in reply “Let’s hope it’s just a one time thing.”

“Oh, it’ll definitely be a one time thing with what we’re doing.”

Satan tapped his right foot on the short, lush green grass with his arms crossed together. He looked around at his surroundings and once again at his watch, a movement that he had been repeating for three straight minutes. The sounds of people panting alerted him to look forward, only to see Simeon and Solomon with the lightest sheen of sweat covering their faces.

“That took longer than expected.” The blonde complained as he went closer to the duo. They both looked at him with squinted eyes until Simeon broke the silence

“Well I still had to clean up, it was Solomon’s turn to cook for us.” The angel replied while whispering the last parts. Once he said that, Satan started to nod in understanding and his eyes held pity towards the poor residents of Purgatory Hall who had to endure Solomon’s cooking.

“But that’s besides the point, have you got all the crystals?”

“Of course I do, I had to hurry since a certain moron had almost discovered one of them.”

The two chuckled at this lightly while Satan rolled his eyes. Simeon’s eyes hardened slightly and he spoke back in a low voice

“I’m worried about tomorrow, I’m sure all of the brothers are going to be livid.”

The air then turned heavy with uncertainty and a sort of worry, even if they had an angel and the literal Avatar of Wrath on their side.

A silence boomed between the three of them while they were all exchanging glances at each other, the tension was quite thick enough to be cut with a large, serrated knife.

Solomon sighed and muttered as a reply, although seemingly only to himself “We have to do this, we can’t just accuse them without proof.”

Satan clicked his tongue at this and spoke

“Tomorrow is the only moment where we can finally expose them directly to Diavolo, not only to ensure the safety of MC but also to never let this happen ever again.”

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afterthoughts : this is a pretty long chapter !! i truly hope you enjoyed and pls don't mind the grammar/spelling mistakes :<<

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djddueces · 5 years

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An Idol in Teal, Chapter 1

Hey guys. I wanted to ask you something. I wrote this years ago, and I’m only just finding it now, nostalgia hitting me, me crying like a little baby (kind of lol). If you have the time to read this, tell me what you think of it, and feedback is greatly appreciated. I am trying to be a journalist, and by writing like this, I think it will help me.

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“Miku, we’re ready for your mic check,” yelled Luka from backstage. The pink haired beauty trotted over to the audio panel.

“Hai! One sec!” said the teal haired diva. She picked up a microphone and walked onto stage. She looked at the empty seats that would be filled up within the hour. Every time she got up on stage, she felt as if her stomach had butterflies in it. She wanted nothing more than to sing to her heart’s content to her loyal fans.

“Luka, ready when you are!” Miku yelled towards backstage. The microphone made a humming noise, indicating that Luka had heard Miku’s request. Miku took a deep breath and sighed into the microphone.

“Hey Luka, if you can hear me, isn’t this crazy? I mean we’re just two average girls who flew halfway across the world to the most famous city in the world. Actually, forget that. TO THE USA! Who would have ever thought I would be doing some kind of mini World Tour like this. It’s surreal. Also, pardon my language I’m just really happy about all of this! Thinking about my life, it’s been such a roller coaster. I’ve had my ups, my downs, my blackouts, my fights, but most importantly, I’m doing what I love. I couldn’t be happier right now.” Miku sat down on the edge of the stage and standing behind her was Luka, who sat down next to the girl with the pigtails.

“Well, you ARE Hatsune Miku you idiot. Everyone loves you. Seriously, what’s up with that? You know I joined your little “group” just so I could get more famous than you.” She sneered and tilted her head away from Miku, who just snickered in response.

“How is this my fault?” Miku giggled. “You WANTED to join me. If I remember correctly, you were all “MIKU LET ME JOIN AND DO A SONG WITH YOU I CAN PROVE IM A BETTER SINGER THAN YOU!” Man, the tears that were rolling down your face was too funny.” She continued to laugh, which just angered Luka.

“Listen you little shit, you wouldn’t be where you are today, and you owe me!” She scowled at Miku. Miku stared up at the ceiling, as if this was some magical anime moment where something sentimental was about to happen. That or a wind would come out of nowhere and over exaggerate the whole scene.

“You’re absolutely correct. I wouldn’t. Not without you, without Len and Rin, Meiko and Kaito. Even the other Vocaloids like Gumi and IA and Yukari. All of you have taught me so much….” She placed her face into her palms. Tears formed at the edge of her eyes. Thinking about all of this caused her to become emotional, and the only one she could really cry in front of besides her mother, was Luka.

“Miku, please don’t cry.” She wrapped her arms around Miku and stroked her hair.

“Everyone’s moved on with their lives. I mean, I know Gumi and IA are around for me still, and there’s the other up and coming Vocaloids, but I miss the original crew. And soon, how do I know that I you’ll still be around Luka? Everyone else left, so how do I know that you’ll still be around. Why am I even thinking about this right now? I shouldn’t be crying over the past…..” She continued to sob as Luka hugged her.

“This is the life of an idol. It’s the life YOU chose. You have to take the good with the bad, and turn it into something positive. You’re creative, you’re talented, and you’re amazingly perfect in every way Miku.” Luka blushed.

“Are you…trying to hit on me or….?” Miku wiped away her tears and glanced up at Luka, curiously. Her eyes were like kaleidoscopes. They glimmered in the stage light due to the leftover tears still engulfed in her eyes. Luka retaliated and pushed Miku away, her words and face flustered.

“Idiot, what are you saying?!?”

‘I’m saying that you’re hitting on me. Do you want to be lesbian lovers? I mean, I’m cool with that and all, and if we are, I’m glad it’s you.” Miku gave no hesitation in her answer, speaking almost as if it sounded believable.

“MIKU HATSUNE WHAT THE HELL?!”

“I dunno, just a thought.”

“Miku, you know you’re like a sister to me right?”

“Ah, friendzoned, the classic.”

Luka sighed and stood up. “Come back to me when you’ve gotten more mature.”

“NO LUKA DON’T LEAVE ME IN MY TIME OF NEED!” She pounced on Luka like a cat and clinged to her waist.”

“GET OFF OF ME! How do you go from happy, to sad, and now to excited?? You are so weird Miku it’s not even funny…..”

“Heh heh, excited.”

“OH GROW UP BITCH.” She stormed off the stage, returning to her dress up counter backstage. Miku scratched her head and yelled towards the backstage.

“NO LUKA COME LOVE ME!” but Luka ignored her. “Seriously, I was just trying to cheer myself up.” Miku looked around once more at the empty ballroom. “I never noticed how pretty Hammerstein is. New York City itself is gorgeous, but there are also the people that give me the creeps.” Goosebumps trailed down her shoulders and a she shuddered.

“Luka is right though, I choose the idol life.” She hopped off stage and towards the back entrance of the ballroom, where hundreds of fans would rush into soon to see her perform. She peaked through the little crack in the door to see if the coast was clear to venture around. It was empty. Slowly, she pushed open the door, which creaked slightly. She walked into the hall, where her merchandise stand was still on display.

“I want a hat of me.” She took the hat out of the box behind the counter, and put it on. She proceeded to take out her phone and open the front facing camera.

“Haha, selfie time.” Just as she was about to snap the picture, a tall figure stood behind her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” said the tall figure, his voice deep and intimidating.

“Umm, selfie time?” Said Miku jokingly.

“What’s with the hat?” He pointed to Miku’s head.

“Ummmm, I’m wearing myself? You know I’m Hatsune Miku right??”

“How do I know that?”

“Wanna check my ID?” She searched for her wallet, which she couldn’t find. “Oh damn I must have left it back stage.”

“Uh huh. Come with me missy.” He snatched the hat from her head and threw it back in the box.

“IM SERIOUS! IM HATSUNE MIKU!!” She screamed, but almost immediately covered her hand with her mouth. She didn’t want the crowd outside to hear her. Who knows what would happen if they found out that Hatsune Miku was live and unguarded. The thought made her fear for her life. She loved her fans and all, but with the good also comes that bad, and she didn’t want to meet the bad.

“I’ll give you one chance to prove it. How do I know you’re REALLY Miku?” The tall figure, who was actually one of the bodyguards from the ballroom, folded his hands across his chest and sneered at her.

“Dude, seriously? Wipe that weird look off your face. It’s creeping me out.” She took out her phone again and dialed a number.

“You’re lucky I’m giving you a chance, don’t tempt me lady.” The phone started ringing and a familiar voice was on the other line.

“Hello?” said the familiar voice.

“OH GOOD LUKA! Thank you for picking up!”

“Huh? Miku? What’s going on? Where are you? Did you get yourself into trouble again?

“E GASP LUKA! Why I never! Why would you accuse me on such grounds?”

“Because I KNOW you Miku. You always wander about and do stupid things and then I come bail you out like always.” She sighed and Miku knew she was facepalming by the “smack” noise that she heard on the other line. “What do you need me to do now, Hime-sama Miku??”

“Here’s the story. So I wanted to get my mind off of what we were discussing before. I strolled around and took a look outside. I got curious about my merchandise here and took one of my own hats and baldy here caught me and is accusing me of grand larceny and I need you to come here and prove to him that I’m Hatsune Miku and not some fan with a wig before he throws me in the slammer and makes me clean bathrooms for a living, okay? Okay. Thanks hun. Love you!”

“Baldy?!” said the bodyguard. Miku chuckled nervously.

“Not happening,” said Luka.

“WAIT? EH!? WHY NOT!?” Miku went into a panic frenzy.

“Because you said we were lesbian lovers and I do not approve against some heinous accusations.” She was about to hang up, but Miku’s constant pleas were annoying Luka, and she eventually succumbed to temptation.

“FINE. Holy shit, shuddup!” Luka screamed and Miku had to pull the phone away from her ear since Luka screamed so loud she might blow her eardrum off.

“Heh heh, you’re picking up a New York accent. I think it’s sexy. Rarwl.” She bursted into laughter but there was no one on the other side of the line. Luka had hung up.

“Huh? Hey? Luka? Luuukkkkkaaaa? DON’T LEAVE ME IM TOO YOUNG TO DIE IN PRISON!” Miku got onto her knees and held out her hands. “Take me away coppa I’ve been a bad girl.” He grabbed her arm and picked her up.

“I know that voice anywhere. That’s the real Luka. And you’re the real Miku. I’m sorry for accusing you….” He bowed his head.

“It’s no worries. I just didn’t want to be cooped up in that ballroom. I mean, it’s beautiful and all, but I really want to explore New York City. I’ve been here before in 2014 when I did my first ever show here, but was confined to a very tight schedule filled with guest appearances and photo shoots and I really never got time to spend alone in the city, ya know? Man, guess I’m picking up your accents huh?”

The bodyguard handed Miku her hat back. “But don’t you have a show soon? You can’t disappoint your fans can you?”

“No, I meant after my two shows here. Sadly, I’m departing from here tomorrow morning. I can still spend one more night here. I always wanted to know what a Saturday night in New York City feels like, but since my show lets out late just like in 2014, I don’t think I’ll have time to.” She slouched her shoulders. “Man, I need a vacation.” Interested in her story, the bodyguard walked towards the ballroom doors.

“They’ll be letting people in soon. About an hour right?” He looked at his watch. It’s 12:30. VIP ticket holders are about to enter. And you’re show starts and 1:30, but you have someone else as your opening act, correct?

Miku nodded. “Yeah, Anamanaguchi, so what?”

“Well,” the bodyguard continued, “that means you won’t start until about 2:15-2:30 since your show initially starts at around 1:30. Since concerts never start on time, we’ll say around 1:45. I’d love to hear about your backstory.”

Miku was shocked. Never once has someone been curious about what her childhood was like and all the struggles it took to get here. A small smile crossed her face and she was really happy. She had so much pent up energy and she wanted to rant but no one would ever listen to her.

“But why?” Miku asked curiously.

“Honestly, to kill time,” the bodyguard said straightforwardly.

“Thanks….” Miku said sarcastically.

“Not only that, but I never get to do shows with idols like you. Most here are stuck up and crazy. But you, I can tell you’re not like that, and deep down, you’re caring and have a lot of sympathy for the ones around you. You’re different.” Miku’s smile was obvious now, and she started tearing up again.

“I haven’t heard someone talk about me like that in a long time that’s not named Luka or my mom. Thank you, er, what’s your name?” She looked around for some kind of ID, a nametag specifically, but found nothing.

“You can call me Jasper,” the bodyguard said.

“OOOH, cool name, and you already know mine,” she giggled. Jasper stood up and pointed upstairs. Come on, I know a place where we can chat quietly. Plus, your fans will be entering soon.” Miku nodded and stood up, following Jasper. They walked up the stairs, and down a long hallway, which led to another flight of stairs. Another hallway soon after led to the upper-most level of the ballroom.

“WOAH! I can see my house from here!” Miku said, jokingly. “But wait; won’t fans be coming here also soon??”

“Yes, in about a half an hour, but we’re not staying here, follow me.” At the back of the upper-most level was a small room, which looked to be some kind of mini-bar that was built into the ballroom. “Come, we can talk here.” Without hesitation, Miku continued to follow along. The room was small and comfy. In the middle was a small bar, filled with all kinds of different assortments of drinks, from kid-friendly such as Coca-Cola and Hi-C to hard liquor like Jack Daniels. Miku could sure use a drink right now.

Surrounding the back of the room were couches with coffee tables. To the inner-most part of the room near the entrance, were small dining tables, no larger than the size of a desk. Jasper directed Miku to one of the tables and sat down.

“We should be fine here. We’re out of sight. If someone comes in, they’re gonna have to look pretty hard at you to see who you are unlike if we sat at the other end of the room where we’re exposed and everyone can see easily.”

“I guess you have a point.” Miku eyed the bar, but knew she would have to wait to guzzle anything down until after her show. She didn’t want to be drunk on stage after all.

“So what do you want to know about me? My name is Hatsune Miku, I’m an idol, I sing, I dance, I do commercials. I’m basically like a puppet that can’t cut its strings loose from this industry.” She folded her hands and sat upright. “I understand I choose this lifestyle, but sometimes it can drain me, both physically and emotionally. I need a break, but I’m doing show after show after show. I’m tired man.”

Jasper looked at Miku not with sympathy, but more of curiosity. “So how goes it?”

“How goes what?” Miku said with one eyebrow up.

“How did the famous Hatsune Miku come to be? What motivated her? What got her in the clear? How did she become “Hatsune Miku?” That is your real name right?”

“YES, that IS my name,” she said sarcastically.

“Sorry, but you know how other singers like to change their names for some reason.”

“Yeah dude I know….They’re dumb. I try not to associate myself with people who are don’t even know their own identity.” Jasper let out a hardy laugh.

“For someone who seems to be so nice, you also have anger issues.” Miku kicked him from under the table and pouted.

“So you really want to know all about me? I guess this is some kind of interview, or oral biography.” Miku nodded her head and folded her arms, smiling confidently.

“Well, here goes. The life of me, the most famous idol, HATSUNE MIKU!”

#hatsune miku #hatsunemiku #mikuhatsune #VOCALOID

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choconanime · 7 years

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Write 5 things about you:

Tag by @sleepinglionhearts which,I am sorry for doing it kinda late.

Carry in your bag:

Since 90% of the time you’ll find me with a bag/purse is full of shits but the main things I always have:

-My 3ds -My little mini bag full of 3ds games -My wallet -My phone -headphones

What will you find in your room: -the land of disasters-

-A bunch of artist thing like:Sketchbooks,paper after papers of drawings,pens,acrylics,etc.

-Body lotion(I love body lotion,ok.)

-school stuff that I wish I could already for once burn(last year wasn’t….the best to say…compared to other years it was just a year full of pressure.)

-My mini bookshelf with some manga in it.

-Perfume that make me ask myself every day why do I have so much if I barely use any perfume and generally I don’t like it.

Have always wanted to:

-To have a good study habit.

-Lear Japanese for once.

-I always wanted to not walk out of art school’s everytime 5 weeks pass and I get bored and be able to manage my time for i can do all of my art homework tell me to do.(Art is still a hobby for me so when I am asked to do homework I get so dismotivated to do anything,I wish I didn’t be like that.In case for me to tend to walk out of art school is that enter those public artist schools that art actually free?…Exept this one time I was in private teaching with this cool teacher that is my dad friend I have so much fun with him but I guess my dad couldn’t keep up given the days he can teach me,my dad was to busy to be able to take me were he is.)

-Starts a webcomic or a little series for once as I want to improve my writing and art.

-I would love to learn how to ice-skate.

Currently into:

-Boku no hero academia!💗(if you haven’t notice at this point>>)

-Fire emblem!✨

-Pokemon💗💕

-Mangas(I’m more of a anime only but I’m inclined lately to read more the mangas)

-Persona 5

Things on your to-do list:

-Clean the land of disasters for once.(My room)

-Make a mini bag with clothing inside because in going to a beach tommorow.

-See the anime I was planning on see these past days.

-Draw out my ideas that have been popping up these past few days.

-Sleep.(Im out of ideas at this point,don’t have many things in my to-do list.)

Things people may not know you:

-My main language is Spanish.

-I am underage(But I don’t like saying how old I am exactly,make me feel unsafe.)

-I like showing affection to those I care.(Is not hard for me to come up at you and just straight up hug you or shower you with kisses yet I don’t do it if the person actually dislike it,I just say to them “te quiero” or “I love you” more often than not I guess.)

-I have 3 dogs and 1 chameleon?(Is that’s how they are call?)

-I am an anxious person,in a way that I can’t stay still for 5 damn seconds in my room, and I am easily demotivated to do things.(Which having both at the same time is awful because then ideas keep popping up and the anxiety keeps rising because I don’t do anything.)

I was trying not to make this to personal,anyways I tag @teabag-sama and @xion-rose,but if you guys don’t want to do it is okay.

#about me

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ianmoonestuff · 7 years

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PILE ASIA TOUR IN MALAYSIA[WHOLE DAY COVERAGE]

I PROMISED TO MYSELF THAT I’M GONNA POST IT AFTER I GOT BACK!!!! But my browser crashed, I didn’t save it and my body was already taking their toll so..yeah. This post will be extremely long and blogging style. So take your time to read and brew a coffee or something.

UPDATE: -Q&A Corner videos -Removed the video(it was copyrighted and we managed to take it down eventually, sorry for late edit)

It was not a great start. I woke up at 8am(blame the hype!!) but still managed to get a cab at 9am. And as you can see I had to take a train first then changed to LRT to get there. Also as you can see, since this was not in Japan, it is typical for the train to arrive a bit wee late.

Then off to LRT.

Got to stop at Sentul Station since it was the only station located quite near to the HGH Convention Hall.

Haha now there was something nice to look at for this sore eyes. This banner was made by us the Malaysia’s Love Liver.

Redeemed my ticket there.(FRONT ROW FTW!!!)

If you ask me was it packed? I would say ma~ ma~ or so-so since it was still early in the morning and the first session was Meet and Greet so not a lot of people shows up actually. I’ll talk about it later at the end of the post.

HERE WAS PILE SAMA’s FLOWER STAND!!

Thanks for all the contributors for making our project a success! Notice my name there, I goes as KEI in real life.

Also the Callbook! Sponsored by Love Liver Malaysia.

Before I proceed to the Meet and Greet session. Please do understand that I didn’t took any pictures since I had to respect her agency/organizer’s wishes and SO DO YOU.

The session started off with a Q&A Corner and from there I learned a lot about her. Like..A LOT!

-She ate chinese dish called daikonmochi here in Malaysia(hmm...) -When she’s tired, she love to play with her dog and watch some movies(fun fact: she bought a leek so that she can pretend to use it as a lightsaber www) -She hate wearing contact lenses.(?) -Her favourite colour is Pink despite her room is Blue. -She interested to do a collaborative work with other singers/bands but she thought that she got a lot of things to improve so she hold that for awhile(aww a Kouhai admiring her Senpai) -This one making me really interested. She describe some people here in Malaysia quite...’Mysterious’. Haha I really indeed understand this and I really do. You guys probably know that the main religion here in Malaysia is Islam and majority of the people are muslims. So she was probably having like a ‘culture-shock’ or something when she saw the women here wore scarf(or tudung we called it here) covering their head. Haha you learned a lot now PILE-chan.

Next was a Game Session. Contain 3 games: Batsu Maru(simply X and O), Green or Red and Janken(Rock-Paper-Scissor). Noticed that all the games are basically gamble type :D

So Batsu Maru was consist of PILE’s trivial question that test your knowledge about her. I’m not a big fan of PILE so I already expected to lose here. If you got it correct you need to stand up and for those who lost need to sit down. It goes on until we get 2/3 of the people. Did I win?

NO.

Next would be Green or Red. Simply use your card like above and guess what was the colour of the ball that PILE draws. As usual it keeps on going until a few people left. Did I win?

NO but have been volunteering for 3 years in ACG event and I knew the tricked behind that draw box. *wink**wink*

Last would be Janken against PILE herself. Unfortunately for any game session like this with guest star, there is no such thing as draw. So you will consider as lose eventhough you are ‘draw’. Did I win?

NO.

BUT! Thanks to PILE-chan’s generosity, we still have a chance at Lucky Draw!! I believe in GOD that my luck was beside me. So did I win?

YES MOM!! MMMMMMGGGGHHHHHHHH!!! KYAAAAAA!! KFJHDSFJSBFANFJWEOIRN!!!

The other will received the same Polaroid picture with PILE-chan herself. (OMG HER FASHION SENSE!! MMMMMMMMGGGGHHHH)

Other than that was PILE-chan’s New Year postcard.

This part was during Concert Session. As I said before I won’t post anything that violate the organizer/agency wishes. They even said it there on the screen. CAN YOU EVEN READ?!? I wish they did this on other live concerts though.

Here are my summaries during the concert; -The concert was a BANG!! -BURNING!(https://www.instagram.com/p/BPiLLqKgY-C/) Like literally because I was at VIP seat and those fire effect was like infront of me. But that was nothing for PILE as she was more closer during that time. -PILE DANCING INFRONT OF ME!!! KYAAAA!! -HANABI SONG IS THE BEST!! Especially the calls(PILE CHAN!!) -She impressed that we understood her Japanese well. -There was this funny moment where when she said that it would be the last song, all of us were like “EEEEEHHH?” She shocked that every single of us respond it that way which is kinda funny to her. She still insisted of saying it and again we respond with “EEEEHHH?” that lead to her saying “いやいや序段じゃなくて…” www -Bringing us back our Love Live moment by singing それは僕たちの軌跡, . Showing us that µ's is still in our heart...forever. -Kudos to PILE’s guitarist. He’s awesome with his guitar performance. Almost got a chance to shake his hand though T_T

The rest of the post would be some pictures I took and from other sources and my point of view.

PILE did some prayers hoping for the concert to go smoothly and same goes for her guitarist~ (Awwww~)

I had to buy another KB just for her event.(D.E.D.I.C.A.T.I.O.N)

But still I forgot about this lightstick. My hands were full of KB! What do you expect?

And that was it. Hoping to attend more concerts after this(...and expecting my wallet-kun to burn)

So here are my opinions, do note this is my PERSONAL opinions. So do take it with a grain of salt;

-The venue is kinda in-the-middle-of-nowhere. Sure extra mark goes for the hall and the facilities(those washroom was like being inside a michelin-rated kinda washroom...literally) but it was surrounded with housing areas and school beside the venue?(not just a normal school though, PM me if you wanna know) But overall was amazing and so far no unnecessary incident happen.

-Number of people. I dunno how should I describe it. Kinda disappointed actually. There were still empty seats left. But I pretty much understand it why. Not all of people know who PILE is. You cannot expect a large fanbase to turn up if you did a concert on a secluded areas. You wont get the right answer if you ask some random aunts in Malaysia whether they know who is PILE. Good thing her japanese fanbase were here too though but still not enough. Somehow, I thought something not great inside PILE’s mind during her appearance last night based on her face. It really troubles me for awhile but the least I could did just giving my best in cheering her up. I hope that she didn’t cry or disappointed because of us. We have done our greatest to spread the word but...*sigh*

-The dark thing about marketing field Personally I prefer for PILE to sing her song ONLY. I want to watch PILE as...PILE. I’m kinda sad to hear some people just came hoping for Love Live songs. This happened to other artist and other countries as I received a rumor of certain LLiver sent email to certain organizer stating that he/she was quite disappointed because of lack of LL songs. I wish I can hit you somehow. I understand that Maki helped PILE in her music industry. She was the one who helped her to raise back up after falling for quite some time. But again like I said I want to see PILE as PILE. But in the end, it all depends on the marketing strategy, fans and PILE herself. I still enjoyed the LL songs like usual though. You guys don’t want to see me in LLiver mode though...kinda scary. She sang Darling(not Daring), それは僕たちの軌跡、愛してるばんざい(updated) and Snow Halation and yeah we did the usual light stick switching from white to orange.

-PILE’s fashion sense and her dancing skill I...I don’t know what to say but dang PILE really has A very good fashion sense. Also those dancing skill...you just made my heart skipped a bit YOU KNOW THAT?!?!? And when she dance infront of me...*fainted* www

And that’s all for the coverage. This post was especially made for @emitsunosaurus-rex but anyone can come to read but remember to take it with a grain of salt. Now back to weather...

EXTRA: I asked PILE to make a kiraboshi pose(my polaroid pic there) but...she didn’t know. It makes me sad T_T Google up for the anime Star Driver if you millennials don’t know too.

P/S: I’m very sorry. This is my first time making a coverage that involved big stuff like this. Please don’t kill me. I’m very sorry though...like really. But I like it because it shows some of my weakness here. I’LL DO MY BEST ON THE NEXT ONE!! Again I’m sorry, truce? If there’re something that makes you uneasy, just let me know okay.

Credits/sources; Que Innosenzo Poh Huai Bin Welcom Music iME Asia Animax Asia emitsunosaurus-rex me

#getting goosebump writing about µ's #I cried though #notice that Pile try to imitate the same pose as our banner haha

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