Everyone knew that Hakuo Yowane, being the big, drunken, manly Voyakiloid he was, was nothing but a huge pushover, a pussy, a pansy even. The male would let people walk right over him for their own sick games, was gullible into doing the dirty work for others, yet above all, everyone knew that despite possessing beefy muscles of unknown strength, Hakuo remained a pacifist.
If a fight broke out, Hakuo likely would cower under a table and cry for mercy that they spare his life. No matter if you called him names or the amount of times people picked on the poor Voyakiloid, Hakuo was always defenseless, neither raising a fist to fight back, nor shout out verbally that enough was enough.
However in recent light of a secret project only he, Dell and Haku were apart of, Hakuos calmly thoughts had gone from those of a dopey, peaceful loving Voyakiloid, to a Voyakiloid with malicious thoughts of horrible fortune, jealousy and distaste.
To simply put, his brother Dell had discovered a secret in which to manipulate the voices of Voyakiloids to that of a professional sounding Vocaloid. Hakuo being the guinea pig in the project had learned from Dell the dark secrets of what made the Officials so popular in terms of voice, proving to Hakuo that Crypton lied and deceived the humans as well as the Voyakiloids right from the start. As Dell had said it, a Voyakiloids voice could be cured with the simple knowledge of the right technology.
Dell possessed that same technology, and with Hakuo as the basis for the project, the workaholic had created a brand new voice chip out of Hakuos configuration to produce the male with a voice similar to Mikuo Hatsunes but above all, a voice with the deep bass of professionalism.
But the project did not stop with the gaining of a new voice. Seeing as Dell was determined to give Haku a new chip as well, the gears in Hakuos head spun like mad of a plan to overthrow the idols with a taste of their own medicine. If Haku agreed to join him in the plan, and by god, did he need Haku to make this plan a success, the Officials were going to be knocked down one by one like dominoes into the abyss the Voyakiloids rose from. Knowing his gender bent like no one else, Haku surely would follow his steps.
What Hakuo planned was this; he and Haku with their new voices would take the disguise of the Hatsune siblings and utilizing their new voices to create songs more extravagant then neither Miku or Mikuo could create. Gaining popularity, Haku and Hakuo would then appear on stage but remove the disguises to show themselves in true Voyakiloid spirit. He and his sister would then rant off how he and Haku were the true voices and that the Hatsunes were frauds, nothing but star-struck idols taking away decent credit. The male Voyakiloid hoped that this in turn would rally up enough support to sham the face of Crypton, and with any luck the rest of the Voyakiloids would raise up to overthrow their Official counterparts for the rightful glory to their names.
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Hakuo~ I have presents for you!
The first one is from Ann & Andy. Inside is an Ipod. The message attached says, "Andy helped buy this too~ I hope you enjoy it!"
The second one is from Loke. Inside is a watch. The message attached says, "Use this to keep time of UTA-Location's happy hour <3"
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Pathetic? No. I suck!
"Misteeeeer..." Tako called, crawling down the hallway with a beer bottle in a tentacle and a determined look on her face. "Mister? Nice tuna man?"
Gosh, was she ever lost. Stupid mansion, being so huge. She'd figured Nice Tuna Man would've been easier to find, since he was gray and smelled like beer and screamed like a little girl all the time, but he had eluded her for the past two hours. Well, actually, her crawling at half a mile an hour and making constant return trips to the kitchen for food had something to do with it too, but that was beside the point.
Finally, she spotted a slightly ajar door. Bells and whistles went off in her head; an open door was a door that couldn't thwart her with its stupid, tall doorknobs. Of course, because Hakuo was an unlucky bastard, the open door was his room. She pushed it open further, crawling inside. "Misteeeer? I've got somethin' for you..."
Lounging on his bed with a comic book in his hands like a typical lazyass of a man, his head perked up from the edges of the book with an eyebrow raised in puzzlement. The creek of his room door alarmed him of an intruder, but the frame of the door, let alone the crack no slightly bigger remained empty, devoid of a person, a body and a thing. There was voice calling to him, and yet no one with lips to say the words. Conclusion?
Holy invasion of privacy Batman. His room was now haunted by a ghost!
Flinging the comic book away from his sight, Hakuo bolted frantically upright in his bed with the plans of jumping out the window to escape the spirit. But once his eyes reached the floor of his room and beheld that cheeky little Tako, the male retracted his feet and body back onto the bed in second thought.
"Y-you again?"
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Pathetic? No. I suck!
Looking quite proud of herself, she held out a surely completely empty beer bottle, the same one that Hakuo had thrown in terror. There was something odd about the neck, though...it looked like part of it was missing. Intent on delivering her little gift, she began scaling the bedpost. "Sorry, mister, I ate some o' it...but there's a real lot of yummy glass left for you!"
His red eyes watched the wiggling blob with intent fear, his beefy body shuffling farther on his bed till his back hit the wall. Cowering and shaking, his best bet was to talk it through with Tako and bow to her demands. Last time proved a success and he'd survive this metting too to live another day.
Wait, did she just say he screamed like a girl?!
"You didn't have to go through all the trouble of bringing the bottle back to me..." Shaking hands reached out to the bottle, but they didn't clasp right firmly to the top. He was more perplexed at the bite marks and missing pieces within the glass then to worry on gaining the bottle back into his hands. "I drink the liquid inside the bottle. I don't eat the bottle..."
Cans. Glass bottle. What next for the pink garbage disposal? Try and eat him to see if he tasted delicious like tuna?
Scratch that. Bad wish to bring that idea up.
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"...Huh? You don't?" She looked at Hakuo like he was speaking Klingon. "Gee, nice tuna man, you skip all the best parts. The glass is nice 'n' crunchy..." She was drooling just thinking about it, and she eyed the discarded bottle hungrily. "...Soooo...you're not gonna eat it, mister?"
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"I was out and I couldn't help but notice your muscles."
That just...Made my day right there.))
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Pathetic? No. I suck!
-glances them over, appraisingly, then grins at Hakuo-
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Pathetic? No. I suck!
Well. I think I've just lost all of my confidence.
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