This Is My Battleground

Chapter 2
Episode 1: Scene 2

Miku lead me into a recuperation center where all of our lower ranks stay to get healed. It's not like we have an endless supply of that healing cream, it's expensive according to Luka. Only she would know since she's the only one who makes that stuff. Luckily, there were only a few Vocaloid in the center at the moment; just healing up their minor wounds. It's a good thing we're allies with the F.M. Vocaloid. They were the international Free Men Vocaloid; available to any of the Vocaloid around the world if they needed support on their wars.

"Over here," Miku said, pointing to a silhouette behind a white curtain. "Stay here." I nodded and she walked over to the curtain, walking inside the closed off area. I could see them talking, but heard nothing. It was probably the sound proof curtains Gakupo made. I don't think it's a very good invention if someone was dying, wouldn't you say? After a few minutes, Miku stomped out of the area and went to me. Now, Miku never wore her feeling on her sleeve. But she was super pissed and, by the looks of it, was going to be as dangerous as an active volcano about erupt.

"Whoa, what happened to you?" I asked.

"Just meet the guy," she hissed. "Dinner's in a few." With that, she stomped out of the center angrily and I laughed. She was probably going to have a smoke later. I walked over to the opening of the curtains and pulled back to let myself inside. I didn't expect to see a mirror on the bed...wait. This wasn't a mirror. I had my black bow in my hair. This person had his in a ponytail. And I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be almost completely naked like this guy.

"Hi there," he said, looking at me with surprise in his cerulean blue eyes. I walked into the area, letting the curtain fall behind me.

"Hey yourself," I said, calmly. "Alright, let's get down to it. My name's Rin and we're partners. You're gonna help Vocaloid get rid of the infestation caused by Utau." I shifted my weight to one leg and continued. "Because we found you on the battleground, you'll be on our side."

"And why would I want to do that?" he asked, smirking. "Maybe I'm part of Utau and am here to infiltrate." I smirked and pulled out my pistol, aiming for his head.

"Why didn't you say so?" I asked, almost singing it. "Time to die." I pulled the trigger and he looked at me in complete shock. A real bullet tore next to his head and lodged itself into the metal backboard of the bed. I blew on the tip of my gun and slid it into its holder giving him time to think about his next sentence. I honestly love doing my job.

"W-why did you do that?"

"Because you're a spy, duh," I said, giving him attitude. "I play dirty, Len, don't test me."

"How did you know my name?"

"I'm second in command here," I explained. "I know everything. Now, are you going to be a good little boy or do I have to train you the way Luka trained Gakupo?" He frowned.

"How did she do that?" he asked. I'm glad he did. I dug into a compartment on my belt and pulled out a leather, old fashioned whip. He gulped.

It's a good thing Len didn't have more than a few scratches because I was ready to train him like a dog. I sent him to Gakupo to get his own uniform, which was suppose to match mine. If you asked me, he should've had to earn his way into being my partner. Seriously, we find a rookie on the field and suddenly he's the second in command's partner. Who's bright idea was thins anyway? It's a slap to the face to everyone who had to climb the ranks the old fashion way.

A few years ago, Miku and I entered Vocaloid as child prodigies. It makes sense since both of our parents suffered from extreme paranoia after being in a few wars themselves. Miku and I were best friends when we were little as well. She was the only perso my parents let me see other than themselves. Miku's mom was actually my mother's friend and when she died, my parents adopted Miku themselves. So technically, we're god sisters or something. Anyway, my parents trained us both until we were about fourteen, which was when we were enrolled in Vocaloid. If you're wondering, I'm seventeen at the moment.

"Rin, catch." I turned around and Gakupo tossed me a new, blue jacket to replace my last one. "Try not to ruin it this time." He gave me a small smile and I laughed.

"Don't count on it," I responded. "Now, how's the rookie?"

"See for yourself." I pulled on my jacket and walked into the fitting room hall way. Gakupo lead me down to the last stall and I kicked the door open.

"HOLY SHIT!" Len yelled, falling against the mirror. Looks like pretty boy here was examining himself.

"Sorry, rookie," I said, observing him. He wore a gray vest over an orange shirt with a hoodie. I could barely see the blackish blue under armor peaking out from his shirt. For his bottoms, he wore a pair of black, long shorts with compartments around his waist. He wore high top combat boots which were fit for running like mine, except my boots wrapped around my calves. "He looks good, Gaku-perv. Keep up the good work."

"Hey!" Gakupo snapped. I laughed and pulled Len up.

"Alright, rookie," I said, cracking the whip in my hand. "Let's get you a weapon...and hope that your armor's bullet proof."

"You know, I'll be more motivated if you had a larger chest like that teal hair-" Crack. "OW!"

"GET MOVING, ROOKIE!"