"Kaleidoscope Eyes" Various Vocaloids x Vocaloid! Reader

CHAPTER 1

"-lo.....Hello.....Hello? Come on.....time to wake up....."

A man, roughly around the age of twenty, had been crouched next to what seemed to be a hospital stretcher. The male was dressed casually. He had raven black, unruly hair, his bangs had been so unkept it had passed his eyes and was a few centimeters short to veil his nose. His shirt was simply white although it seemed to be a couple sizes to large. Keeping that in mind, the man was skinny and deathly pale, hinting that he probably hadn't slept in days. His cheekbones, under his bangs of course, where oddly defined, he hadn't eaten much but had spared a few seconds to take a quick swig of water. The bottom half of his body was covered by baggy jeans held up by a yellow belt, he wore white converse. All in all, the crouched male showed a close resemblance to a zombie.

His eyes.....his eyes however where perhaps the most liveliest feature he had. Yes, they hadn't the availability to be seen (thank his hair for that), but if one where to swipe those pesky ebony strands away, they would be awed to find equally dark eyes staring back. His eyes.....those eyes of his showed not the slightest bit of fatigue, but determination. Whatever lay underneath the thin blanket on the stretcher best be feeling lucky. Creating a Vocaloid was never easy and it certainly wasn't a quick process. Especially when said Vocaloid was created to be flawless, a vision of perfection.

The mysterious, and now claimed "determined" man, continued to softly speak to whatever had lay in bed. He would occasionally lift up his hand to tangle his shaking fingers into the beings silky, (h/c) locks. He hummed softly and continued coaxing the beauty out of rest. It had been only seconds ago that he had finally turned the newly made Vocaloid on. He was still anxiously waiting for his creation to "wake".

"Mmmm?"

A sound emitted from the bed, a enchanting sound it had been. The male's ears had perked up instantly and his breath had been caught. He felt his "heart"(1) beat at a rather rapid pace. His eyes.....the eyes that allegedly showed determination had been clouded with a new humanly emotion. Hope I think it is called.

The man steadily arised as a (s/c), timid hand had raised slowly and quite dreamily to uncover her body. The creation, who's name we haven't clarified yet, had most graceful sat up. No, she didn't cheesily yawn or stretch her arms to the heavens above, she just sat up. She bawled her hands and rubbed her heavy eyes with them. It felt as if she hadn't opened her eyes before. Well, she hadn't. She was just created. Gosh, pay attention.

Putting her bawled hands down and stretching her fingers, she looked down at them, her fingernails where painted a very pretty and faint color of (f/c). They where shaded as if to imitate the times of denim made creations. When faded things where appreciated dearly. She looked up with a calm and collected expression to meet with long black hair. Hair that seemed to belong to a male. A male who seemed to be awestruck. A male.....who had blood splurtting out of his nose.

He was expecting(2) his creation to be gorgeous, yes, but not goddess-like. Lunging towards a nearby handkerchief (that sat conveniently on a nearby wooden step stool), he exasperatedly covered his nose with it.

~TIMESKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY PIYO-CHAN!~

It had been several LONG minutes later and the black-headed boy had finally stopped nose bleeding, although his face had still been a very dark shade of crimson. The sitting girl just watched and blinked as she cocked her head to the side, wondering why he had bled so much. She came to the conclusion that it was probably dehydration. Still, she observed, she observed for twenty minutes straight......blinking.