Summary: "With every success, there are at least two failures. It's our time to prove that we're good enough to be a success." The UTUA and unpopular Vocaloids join forces - and it's an all out war.

Rated: T for language and violence.

Disclaimer: I OWN NONE OF THE UTUAS AND NONE OF THE VOCALOIDS. DON'T HATE, APPRECIATE.

Author's Note: This is, like, my fourth long series on here. I really need to get smaller ideas! ;(

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Hiyama-sensei sat at his dining room table, staring down at his food. He missed his class. The big bosses at Crypton and Yamaha had determined that it was not appropriate for Yuuki or him to be a part of public like that.

It doesn't matter anyway. Ever since I was brought into this world to sing, all I've wanted to do is teach; that's what I've been left to do. He brought his hand down on the table. His brown hair skewed everywhere. I'm not popular enough to have songs written for me, and I'm not outcast enough to be with my class! He took his glasses off and rubbed the bridge of his nose as he wondered what they were doing, if they liked their new teacher.

Suddenly, he got up and threw open the cupboard. He ripped open a package of fudge and bit into it angrily. He was swallowing his first bite when the phone rang. Never before had he wanted to hit the phone. Hiyama-sensei yanked the phone off of it's station on the wall and growled, "What?"

"Hi to you, too." He recognized the voice as the infamous cross-dresser among the Fan Mades - Ritsu Namine.

"Sorry, Ritsu. It's been a long day."

"Really? Well, I guess you're not too busy to come over for something. I'll just call you later and see what's-"

"I've not been busy. It's the exact opposite - today, I did virtually nothing."

"That sucks. I haven't done anything in about a month. But that's what the meeting's about, anyway. It's at seven. You've got half an hour. Get ready, it'll be over at my apartment."

"This better be a real meeting and not some ruse to rape me."

"Please. You know you love me."

Click.

Hiyama-sensei sighed. This was either going to be a very pleasurable night, or a night ending in emotional trauma. And he wasn't honestly sure which option - rape or a meeting on not being popular with the other Fan Mades - would produce which conclusion.

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"Glad you could make it, Hiyama-sensei." Ritsu stood, holding the door open for Hiyama-sensei. He entered cautiously, taking off his shoes at the door. "There are refreshments in the kitchen if you want any."

"Oh, no thank you. I already ate." About three bites of fudge, that is.

"Fine enough. Come on in to the living room, then, and we'll get started."