Miku Like Nico

(For explanations, read Intro chapter. This has nothing to do with Hatsune Miku.)

A brunette with long wavy hair and big eyes, named Naomi. First year high schooler from Academy of Magic – that’s who she was just a day ago. Now she is a property of Statue and Hell Department. They drove her to the dormitory in the back seat of a black SUV. There were no bars or precautions or anything. She had a chip in her brain. It made her obey and not run away. It took away a lot of her fear and negative emotions. It prevented her from hurting someone or herself. Her face had color, but the expression was neutral, as if she had no soul. That was because she was in a state of confusion.

Herself being magically paralyzed, strapped on a chair, her head fixed. The sound of the drill drilling into her skull. Weird sound as they were embedding the chip… And fear. Fear, panic and disgust all the way. She knew her only fate was to be trapped forever as she would be turned into a statue or silicone or something. Trapped in the tiniest particles of it so breaking and fission doesn’t affect her. Eternity. Would not stop even when Sun swallows Earth in millions of years. She saw that in some of her sealing classes. Her own fellow colleagues condemned to solitude and inability to move or breathe. Some of them horribly tortured beforehand, thus condemned to the same type of torture forever. Her fellow classmates slowly getting to like it. She never got to like it. Perhaps she would eventually, but… There was something beautiful about it, but so cruel it just made you want to cry.

Yet right after they started testing the chip inside her, panic and expected psychological reaction stopped. She didn’t want to have such a horrible fate. She would do anything, or suffer anything just to be safe from being sealed away. Yet in the same time, from that moment, she couldn’t get nervous about it. Despite it going through her head the whole time – while she was sitting in that back seat, while she walked through the parking lot, while she was walking to her room being given the room number. All the time she thought about her cruel fate, but not for a moment could she cry, despair or disobey.

In the dormitory, girls were all dressed in blue as it was a symbol of the company. Most of them wore sport shorts and sleeveless T-shirts with simply drawn cat face on it. Naomi did too. Halls had girls talking, drawing, dancing, singing… so much activity. Almost as if it was a happy place with a positive, ambitious atmosphere. On the stairway there was a small brunette with a tiny pony tail who singed so beautifully, so precisely, for the passersby. Naomi had to stop and listen. She first sang a slow emotional song, and then started singing something happy and fast. Naomi thought ‘Why? Why is she singing?’ Girls that currently had nothing to do wore the same neutral or smiling face like Naomi did, seemingly thinking of the same thing. Some girls even discussed sealings of the past.

When Naomi got to her room, there she found a small girl with long black hair tied in twintails. She looked like Nico from Love Live. She was sitting on the bed, her knees hugged by her arms. Her face was cold and neutral, like she felt the same way as Naomi. There was only one big bed.

“Welcome.” The girls said in a high horase voice. “I am your roommate Miku, identification 1132. I hope we get along.”

“Naomi. I’m Naomi. 1177.”

Naomi sat on the other side of the bed, staring at the wall. With the same confusion on her face.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Asked Miku.

“No. I just wish I found a stepfather sooner.”

“So you are an orphan?”

“I…” Naomi stopped talking for a while. She drifted away in depressing confusion. “What was I saying?”

“I asked you if you were an orphan.”

“Yeah.”

“You said you should have found your stepfather soon.”

“I wanted to do things on my own. Like I always did. But only in middle school I found out my orphanage could sell me… They sell few children, for the sake of not selling many children when things go bad.” Then she started talking without stopping. “I also heard many stepdads wish daughters to have sex with. It was too confusing to me back in the day. I thought my chances of becoming property were too low to humiliate myself like that. Then I realized there are loving parents out there. But it was quite late. Right when I found my future parents… They needed a few more days. I didn’t know that annual child selling roulette would be taking place the next day. I was chosen to be sold before they could start adopting me. They sold me to a merchant who said he wouldn’t sell me here… But he did. And so I am here. I don’t wish somebody else was picked, but… why did it have to be me? And why did he sell me, of all places, here? He promised he would not sell me somewhere where they would eternally trap me or torture me. It is over now, isn’t it?”

“Not necessarily.” Miku said.

“What?” Attention suddenly came back to Naomi’s face as she turned towards Miku.

“If you have a talent, you can practice it here. If you are good enough, they may advertise to sell you to someone else.”

“So…” It finally came to Naomi’s mind. “So that’s why everybody is doing something. I thought they were enjoying their last days. And that girl who was singing… She sang beautifully.”

“It’s worth a try.”

“But I don’t have any talent… I used to be good in school. I wanted to do healing magic. But now I can’t do magic anymore.”

“Girls like you usually go into sex hobbies.”

“What?”

“I have no talent either.” Spoke Miku. “I was sold because I was the useless child. Family wanted to invest into their up and coming daughter. That is why I do porn. I mean… All of us have to do porn, that’s how they make money of us before sealing us. But people like me perfect themselves. Because an elite porn company could buy me.”

“That’s… Creepy. Isn’t it?”

“Not right now. The thing in your brain makes you not mind any physical contact with a human.”

“I don’t know if I can do it. Is it really the only way?”

“You will have to do it. For their videos. The other option is doing what those painlessly sealed did. Eternal loneliness is better than eternal pain anyway. Sex goes both ways. You are less likely to be painfully sealed, and there is a small chance you will be bought by a high class porn company.”

“No…” Quietly complained Naomi. “I can’t do it… I don’t know…”

“Can I touch you right now? Please?”

“Why? I… I think I still have my honor. Can’t I at least have some honor?”

“You might be our only way out. I look like Nico. Except for my naturally hoarse voice. You look like Maki. Shorten your hair, color it red and we can give it a shot at entertaining the world with the best female couple from the best anime ever.”

“I don’t know anymore… How do I sleep?”

“They will get you to sleep at 12 PM. You will wake up at 8 AM. It’s precise.”

Then Miku started going out of the room.

“Where are you going?” Asked Naomi.

“I’m going to practice sex with a girl. What do you think, that I always dreamed of having sex every day with different people? I was just a calm solitary kid and I didn’t plan to change it any time soon. Besides, I’m a year younger than you. And this thing in my head makes me enjoy it. Please, consider my proposal.”

“Could you please stay?” Said Naomi. She felt safer with Miku, or anyone compassionate, around.

Miku laid next to her.

“I will do whatever you want if you stay…” Said Naomi.

“I want someone to keep me safe too. I had someone like that. She’s a professional illustrator now. Please, if I need to make you feel safe, try and make me feel safe too.”

“I will try however I can…”

Miku hugged Naomi, putting their foreheads together. As they were breathing the same warmed air for a minute, Miku put pressure behind Naomi’s neck to take her chin forward, and started kissing her. Then she started gently grabbing her all over her body.

“Do you mind this?” Miku asked.

“No… I don’t think so.”

“I told you.”

For the first time in her life, Naomi had kissed. She felt a naked girl’s body on her own naked body. She had been caressed, rubbed, fingered and licked by her cute roommate. And tasted herself when Miku came back up to kiss her. Besides, Miku was extremely well trained. But not for one second did she forget about her cruel fate. Without the microchip, she would probably not enjoy such a sudden full sexual contact. Naomi came twice to Miku’s slow edging game before she fell asleep 2 hours before midnight. She didn’t wake up until the morning, 8 AM precisely. Miku enjoyed hugging Naomi, smelling her skin, until midnight.

***

Next morning, as Naomi and Miku were going to the cafeteria, they saw the singing girl on her knees, naked, with a simple plastic seal around her neck. Some other girls were watching. The scene was intimidating, but it was impossible for them to freak out. There were SHD employees around her, and a guy with a console containing at least 10 knobs – a console that was supposed to control the poor girl’s microchip.

“Naomi, are you sure you want to see this?” asked Miku.

“I don’t know…” She replied. She literally didn’t know. It scared her, but not much, and she felt like she should watch it. Besides, it was that extraordinary girl who sang.

“Girl 1099. This is just a training. You cannot break the plastic by any means available. You cannot run away. You stay on your knees and beg for us to let you breathe. In that case we will let you go. Otherwise you will be turned into a statue. When people are turned to statues, they usually freak out as they can’t breathe. But they get used to it. You, on the other hand, should experience the effect of prolonged choking sensation, which feels horrible. It’s a group of strong physical feelings, so you cannot ignore it.”

The girl nodded. Then they put something in front of her throat and tightened the plastic seal until she could no longer breathe at all. The thing on her throat would make sure only her throat is shut, and that her veins and arteries are intact. The console guy turned some knobs, freeing the girl’s mind, so the poor girl 1099 went into deadly panic. She did as she was instructed – put her hands together, intervened her fingers and started begging. Her face was deformed from panic as she shook. Her mouth moved, forming words of begging, but nothing came out. She seemed to be saying a lot of “please” and “forever”.

After two full minutes, as her tear-soaked face went blue, she stopped moving her saliva-uttered mouth and hands, and only shook. Because, due to lack of oxygen, muscles that she moved became painful. She had already pissed herself. She was conscious and crying with panic-deformed face. That’s when a guy on the console got thumbs up, so he pressed something, and the poor girl froze in place. She was getting whiter and whiter, until she became a white, smooth solid. Completely static solid. Even plastic seal and the thing on her neck turned to stone. She had the same face and posture of begging.

So, they tricked her. Well of course they did. It was no practice. She was locked in one state, with all the pains and extreme discomforts of being choked. Who knows if and when the statue would break – that would not affect her. She is doomed to feel deadly torment of being choked forever and ever, constantly begging inside her mind for air, or at least for any contact to soothe her, for nobody ever in the universe to hear.

Naomi was intimidated, but completely calm. After all, she’s seen worse on her sealing class. Or has she? How does it really feel to be choked for 2 minutes? The statue, however, was beautiful, still and cold, as if it was a detailed, grossly artistic, but in the same time just statue. They said they would take it to coloring. Where or to whom would girl 1099 go? Nobody knows.

“It didn’t work for her…” Said Naomi to Miku.

“It doesn’t always work. But it’s worth a try. You see, there are two ways to enjoy beauty. One is to enjoy it, and the other one is to destroy it. Out beautiful bird was worse than destroyed.”