A Very Simple Story (A VOCALOID Fanfic)

Not like that's surprising

Fukase flipped through the song book, searching for a familiar title or artist. Oliver seemed adamant that they all had to sing, but Fukase would probably fake a sore throat to get out of it. He wasn't that enthusiastic about singing in public, and only went along with the idea because Oliver had suggested it so excitedly. Oliver had even convinced Flower to call off their horror movie plans.

The karaoke café was old fashioned and obviously built with a more traditional café in mind, based on the single stage crammed in the far corner. However, the food more than made up for the cramped environment.

They had ordered a large pizza to share, half Hawaiian and half pepperoni and bacon. It was probably the best pizza in town, which made Piko seem even weirder. He never touched his plate, much less the food. He didn't even order a soda like the rest of them. He said he didn't need to eat, and Fukase tried to ignore the tingle of annoyance on the back of his neck. There was something about this Piko person that was very... off.

Firstly, his white hair had a strange, choppy cut like he was trying too hard to be stylish. And he kept stealing glances at Oliver, like he was expecting him to do something or say something. Fukase found himself getting more and more annoyed. His feet kept hitting against Piko's skateboard, which the guy had slipped under the table when they first arrived.

Annoying, annoying, annoying.

"I invited my friend Piko because Flower's boyfriend couldn't come," said Oliver as they were waiting outside in the cold several minutes earlier.

"Where is your boyfriend anyway?" Fukase had asked Flower

"Don't worry, he drops out of existence every now and then." She waved her hand nonchalantly. "Probably on some wilderness sabbatical or whatever. It's normal for him."

"Are you sure you even have a boyfriend?" Oliver joked. "We never get to see him."

"Watch it," Flower warned.

Now the four of them were inside and squeezed into a small booth. Flower stole the seat next to Fukase (petty revenge) and across the table from them sat Oliver and his friend, the aforementioned Piko. When Oliver had invited this guy Fukase had never heard of along, he didn't know what to think.

"So, what school do you go to?" Flower asked. Once again her style seemed to be changing. Her wayfarers had been dumped in favor of round wire glasses paired with an absurdly large coat. Maybe she was trying Bohemian fashion this week?

"It's a small private school up north. You've probably never heard of it." Even the way Piko spoke was annoying. He threw out his words like they were nothing, like he knew he could be saying so many other, more important things.

"Oh, it's like that, is it?" Fukase muttered, munching on a slice of pizza.

Flower pressed on. "My mom and I lived up north before we moved. Try me."

"It's called St. James's," Piko said.

"Oh. Actually I haven't heard of it." Flower's tone was somewhat disappointed.

"Which saint is that?" Fukase asked.

Piko grinned at him and said, "The younger one."

"So are we gonna sing or what?" interrupted Oliver, slapping the songbook. "This is filled with golden oldies. I bet there isn't a single page with a song you haven't heard of."

He was completely ignored.

"I really like your contacts," Flower said, indicating Piko's oddly colored eyes. "Where did you get them?"