Vocaloid Akita Novels & Stories

Chihiro took her phone and raised her eyebrow. "Monica, here is a message from Ryunosuke." After Chihiro said that, she handed her phone to Monica. Monica felt weird and looked at the display of Chihiro's phone. On it, there was a message that was displayed automatically. Ryunosuke: "Hello, Oga-kun, I'm Akasaka Ryunosuke, please take care of me." Maid-chan: "Hello, I am a Maid-chan, an automatic message reply program that is developed by Ryunosuke Akasaka. Please take care of me in the future."

"—Screeeeek!" His sister froze for two seconds, then erupted in laughter powerful enough to blow the roof off. "Big bro! You sound like a frog caught in a door!" Takuto’s expression shifted from shock to shame to fury, finally settling into a complex blend of despair and homicidal intent. "This... is... temporary!" he growled through gritted teeth, but each syllable came out in a different pitch, like a tragic symphony gone off the rails. Takuto Kimura. Age: 9. Physical age: officially entered puberty. Mental age: still the 30-year-old former corporate CEO he once was. And now, his vocal cords appeared to be the first casualty in the war between soul and body.

Shogo was overjoyed and had been playfully teasing Natsu, making his eyes widen with delight. "His eyes are just like Nidaime’s. Sandaime doesn’t resemble him as much, but little Natsu-chan has Nidaime’s face too." Akiko could only smile at the comment and deliberately avoided letting Shogo get a closer look at his eyes. Akiko knew that Natsu’s eyes closely resembled her own, which would make explaining her relationship with Masaki a bit tricky. Akiko had fully understood why she had to become Ishida—following Kenji’s explanation that Hayato was Ishida. Akiko had no issue with the change, especially since she didn’t want to be called Sandaime everywhere she went.

Walking back over to Maria, her soft chubby cheeks turned rosy when she felt a pair of light feathery lips peck her on the cheek. "Bye, darling-Ack!" flirtatiously sang Akihito with a wink, only to choke when the collar of his shirt was suddenly constricting his throat. The icy breeze coming from nearby made him shudder as if he was stranded in the freezing winter with no source of warmth.

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

in various voices: Nasal, Gruff, Monotonous, Cheerful, Grating, Guttural, Shrill, Hoarse, Sweet, Husky, Modulated, Booming, Small, Quavering, Wheezy… There were also paid options like Morgan Freeman, Obama, Batman (Christian Bale), Harry Potter, Cookie Monster, Tom Holland… Kate picked Husky, as she thought all girls would, and the screen returned to Ecto’s minimalist bedroom. “Oh wow! I can speak.” The CGI image of Ecto still didn’t move its mouth and his words still typed themselves in a chat balloon, but now they were accompanied with the husky voice Kate had picked. It drifted from the phone speaker. “Awesome…” Kate uttered under her breath. More amazingly, her word also materialized in

She paused, wondering what it could be. Ignoring the odd feeling, she headed to the apartment. The moment she clicked the door open, she called out, “Tadaima,” which meant “I’m home.” Silence greeted her. She blinked, feeling a little uneasy. “Akira? It’s me, Sakura. Are you here?” She put her bag and keys on the table by the door and headed toward the living area. “Toby?” Finally, she heard an excited bark greeting her and sighed with relief. “Akira, you’ve found Toby. Thank goodness.”

Akatsuki said to his friend with a sigh. "Have you talked to Leatrice? Aren't you flirting with her?" Shuji asked his friend if he didn't want to talk about the past. "Watashi mo anata ni tazunetadeshou, anata mo kanojo to hanashimashita ka? Watashi wa kanojo ni denwa shi tari renraku shi tari suru koto ga mattaku dekimasen, 'Watashi wa tōtatsu dekimasen' ga itsumo kikoemasu." Akatsuki told his friend he just took a breath and showed what he was doing to contact Lixue.

Alex frowned at hearing that voice. He looked around. “Did anyone else hear that voice?” He just knew it was in his head and not something he heard with his ears. The men looked at one another before shaking their heads. “I didn’t hear anything.” Someone affirmed. “Did you?” Another asked. Alex focused on the wolf, “Did you just speak to me?” “I did.” The sound he heard has an underlying tone of laughter. “Who are you? Show yourself.” “I’m not there. I’m simply speaking to you through my wolf. This is Akira.”

Surely, I feel bad for doing this because I know Akita’s story. Akita lost her mum and dad in a war that besiege the wolf community a long time ago. It was a horrible horrible war because of the grudge that’s always been between vampires and wolves and since then, she’s decided to be a soldier. I have never regretted letting her join the wolf gang but now, she must have been angry at the dig but a soldier should be able to control herself. I try to justify my actions because just seeing her there was the most pitiable thing ever especially knowing my own decision and knowing that being in the wolf gang was certainly her entire life.