Ventures in Exile
A Vocaloid Fanfic
Written by Maru
Please don’t skip this.
Firstly, I don’t even own A Vocaloid, much less it’s entirety. At this point, the medium’s been tossed around to various Brands, so I don’t know who exactly to credit. However, I can attribute the main character, Gakupo Kamui, to Japanese Media Celebrity GACKT. With this being said, I don’t plan on including a disclaimer to future chapters, since it’s already been established that I own basically nothing but this particular series of documents.
And now, a bit of information on the work itself. This fanfic was inspired by this one guy I admire (after just one night of his videos, too!), who does amazing work with Gakupo’s POWER Voicebank. Its name is xXMachiiXx. Be sure to look him up on YouTube. His Gakupo versions of the Of Evil series are amazing to me.
The chapters will be titled by the song that inspired the chapter in the following manner…
There’s really no purpose for this besides showing you guys to look these songs up, as well as show you where my mind goes when I hear them! There will also be alternate titles, as official chapter names.
And now, let us be on with it.
Chapter One: Square One
>>Gakupo: Re_Birthday –Acoustic-
It’s been a whole year…
I never expected to live this long after my exile. I probably expected to have died before this day, maybe five months after it all went down. Sitting in front of a fire in just my robes, aside from my right shoulder guard and shin plates, maybe resting on a fallen tree, I could have been asleep, then assassinated in my sleep. But thinking this way, I’m not giving myself much credit. I’m an aware warrior; I can handle the night just fine.
I remember when I didn’t have to roam this cold land, passing by village after city after town. This land is very strange; There are many civilizations across this continent, and in others, even stranger. I rarely pay attention to my surroundings, though, in a sense. I only interact with others if I need to, like, say, taking up a room at an inn, or going for drinks at a bar and being initiated in absent chatter. I must seem cold to others.
Rin certainly seemed to think so growing up.
Looking back, Princess Kagamine was such an adoring child, and transitioned into adolescence fairly. She was maturing, becoming a leader, much to my Queen’s liking. Ah, sorry. My late Queen, bless her courageous soul.
I often wonder how I came to be a servant to the royal house. I mean, when did I first meet Toshiko, and how had she come to the conclusion that, hey, this is a guy who deserves to carry out my every whim! …Not that I didn’t enjoy it. In fact, I suppose I valued that position more than… Ohhh… Yeah, that’s right, now I remember how we met.
Funny, I’m back to square one. Back then I was just a young samurai with no home or money to his name. Now, it’s a bit better and a bit worse. Now, good ol’ Gakupo Kamui has some coins to get by, but has been exiled from the home he’d cherished for about, say, half my life? Thinking about it that way, I’m a bit depressed…
But no. I can simply move on and live like a nomad. That’s all I can do, really. Who would welcome me other than the current Princess? Well, no, scratch that, she wouldn’t either. I have not the slightest iota what came over Rin, but she very well hated me the last time we were in a room together…
Granted, well, it was… the anniversary of Queen Toshiko’s death.
I believe everyone under the royal house suffered from Toshiko’s loss to sickness. Toshiko Kagamine was a strong ruler, a better ruler than our King, Ushio, even. Ushio was more of a businessman, and Toshiko was a brilliant strategist. Thus, they had run a sort of miniscule war on other civilizations, with surprisingly good results.
That isn’t to say they were purely tyrannical rulers. Toshiko and Ushio were two of the best people I’d ever had the pleasure of being around. To start with Toshiko, she was a very vibrant woman up until she passed, kind and proud. I’m even starting to remember on how she had simply found me in an alleyway and invited me to serve her. Ushio, though far more reserved, was a respectable man for me, too, as well as a vastly powerful speaker and a great mathematician.
I had been indicted to the royal house a few years before Rin…well…for interest of self, uhm, happened. I didn’t get to see…the actual birth, unfortunately…no, fortunately. I was told to stay out of the room, to guard it from curious outsiders. I may have blocked most of that day out of my memory. I’m…a tad prudent when it comes to…such subjects.
But yes, Rin was born, but with another child. The house hadn’t expected twins. The king and queen had decided to name the extra child Len, so to create a humorous little naming dynamic for them. I’d like to say that the two of them were a good pair of little nobles… I’d like to, but I can’t.
Okay, now I’m getting a bit depressed. I lie down on my back in a sort of recline, not exactly caring if the dirt would ruin my robes. The fire warms me, a warm I really needed as I look up at the night sky. Cloudy today. Hope it doesn’t rain, that’d be pretty clichéd.
What was I thinking about? Oh yeah, the day that began a slow turn for the worse in the royal family.
This was actually the only thing Toshiko, Ushio and I swore to never talk of with each other. It was a while after the noble twins had turned four. Ugh, my stomach tenses, remembering what had happened. Unfortunately, Len’s unexpected birth had slated him to live of servitude to the royal family, instead of the life he’d just barely begun to live as Prince Kagamine. He’d been taken away from the family, to have him undergo proper conditioning to become the perfect servant to his family.
…I’d probably hate it less if he hadn’t been taken while he was playing with Rin and I… That day, I don’t really know who cried more out of the three of us. Sure, they were loud criers, but my tears came to me as a shock. I’m pretty sure Toshiko cried a bit as I was dressing her for bed that night.
…Okay, I’ve grown up, I can…
Gimme a moment…-sniff-
Okay… That was healthy…
For the years to come, I think the king and queen became a bit colder, thus starting their small string of continental conquest. However, little Rin had become extremely close to me. I didn’t have much of a problem with it. She’d tag along on errands, though, which made them hard to carry out on top of keeping that hyper little fireball concealed. She made it seem as though I was her brother, even calling me so almost once every day.
Then came Toshiko’s illness. Rin, at the time, was thirteen, and undergoing certain lessons in preparation for one day taking the throne, being the only heir of the Kagamine name. Toshiko had been helping her when she had suddenly collapsed. Rin and I hadn’t panicked like that in years.
In the days to pass, Toshiko had been confirmed very sick. A skilled physician had diagnosed her with a sort of brain aneurysm… I’d forgotten the specifics. Soon, the Queen of our mostly unknown kingdom had passed.
Afterwards, Rin had found the resolve to take the throne, months after the suicide of Ushio.
Finally, on her fourteenth birthday, though I’d rather not go into specific details as of yet, Queen Rin Kagamine had not only banished me from the home I’d cherished, but she’d sent a riot of the kingdom’s men to kill me in the central plaza. I didn’t think I would survive… But here I am, reminiscing about my years in that world. And now, there’s no other path but forward for me.
The next morning, I decide to continue on foot, in favor of an actual meal. Luckily, there’s a village nearby. Securing my blade to my waist and grabbing my other belongings, I pace forth, giving a calm glance to the clear, blue skies.
It’s been a year and a day now.