(A/N) Oh my goooooshhh! It's my verry berry first story here! Hai, Fanfiction!

Let me see here, explaining the story a bit...

I wanted to create a story about the Vocaloids being Vocaloids. Not humans, but rather androids that sing! (I HOPE) This story is going to be sad, happy, nostalgic, and enjoyable all at the same time! I'm trying to set the mood. And I created my own story behind the Vocaloids, that is very deep and (I HOPE) interesting :D I hope you enjoy! Since it's my first fanfic, reviews and critique is so very much appreciated! Kk, have fun!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Vocaloid at all, never did. Probably never will D: It's a fanfiction. I'm just a fan.

Hatsune Miku.

That was all that was in her head as she awoke.

It was a drizzling winter afternoon when she awoke, huge, black clouds tumbling in the dark sky. As she slowly began opening her sapphire blue eyes, her senses booted up, and she could hear the hushed murmurs of a somewhat melancholy rain. The mixed scent of long, showery days and busy city fumes wafted through the air. The first thing she noticed was the hum of the fast-paced cars down a nearby road, a small detail she accounted in her memory. The second thing was the two people crouching in front of her.

"Are you alright, young girl?" one stranger was a woman with short, dark brown hair that fell over her cheeks as she crouched. She held an umbrella over her and another stranger's head. The other stranger was silent, yet a slight look of concern filled his eyes, colored the deepest of blues. His hair, an equally oceanic blue, brushed his eyelashes, a tad bit dampened by the rainfall.

Having the Japanese language installed in her system memory, she was able to understand what the worried woman was asking of her. Her system scanned through itself for any injuries, infections or damages inside her internal contrivances to see if she was truly "alright". The woman seemed to be knowledgeable of what the girl was doing in front of her, and waited patiently. The man next to her straightened up and slid his hands in his pants pockets as he waited, gazing at nearby cars flowing swiftly through the city road, spraying water under their tires as they drove.

The young girl's eyes glowed as she silently stared at the two strangers. Her face seemed impassive—her "emotions" patch had not yet fully booted up. At last, her system completed its scan, and she responded, her eyes brightening.

"I am fine." Her voice was very feminine and charming, and made the woman's eyes grow warm in front of her. The man, on the other hand, only looked at her with a bit of puzzlement in his eyes.

"How can you be fine? We found you in this soggy old cardboard box on the side of the street. Thank God there were some plants in front of you—your hair color isn't exactly natural."

The girl with supposedly unnaturally-colored hair paused for another moment to process all the stranger informed her on.

*Found in a cardboard box, soaked in water and not in the best condition. Box is located on side of unknown street.

Processing…processing…

-Cardboard box is presumed wet from current rainfall. Stranger presumed to have enough data collected of cardboard box to comprehend that it is not new. Two options possible loaded: Stranger had seen the cardboard box previously in a better condition and can now conclude cardboard box is old by the fact it is in worse condition than previously; Stranger is making an assumption that the cardboard box is old using the collected data: 1. It is in bad condition 2. It is damaged. More data unloaded possible.

- Unknown street is presumably in location of heavy rainfall, and of high population of beings that operate automobiles.

- Being "God" confirmed.

Processing…processing…

*Plants in view confirmed. Hair color alleged unnatural. Definition of unnatural hair color currently unconfirmed. Possible solutions loading:

- Stranger has yet to claim second Stranger's hair of unnatural color. Second Stranger's hair color: brown. Brown is assumedly natural color of hair.

- Stranger has yet to claim own hair color unnatural. Stranger's hair color: blue. Dark blue. Dark blue is assumedly natural color of hair.

Currently unsolved problems processing…

Stranger questions system scanning result. Answer to question loading…

"She is fine, see? I don't see any problems with her," the brown-haired woman replied to the man in a way that caused the one they were discussing of to assume they were close. "And you're the one to talk. Your hair color isn't exactly natural either, Kaito."

Solution to question found by outside being. Solution1 to definition of unnatural hair color terminated. Stranger with unnaturally colored hair confirmed to be labeled "Kaito".

"Bah, whatever…" the man, Kaito, replied with an annoyed and tired tone of voice, throwing a bothered glare at the woman next to him. He glanced at the girl in front of the two, and scowled at her in an irritated manner. "Oi, can you stand up?"

The woman reached a kind hand out to the girl who was still nestled in the damp cardboard box, and chuckled.

"Don't worry about him, he's just cranky because he didn't get his morning ice cream today," the woman whispered tauntingly.

"I can hear you!" snapped Kaito.

The girl took the teasing woman's hand, her bright blue eyes lightening up just the slightest bit more. They were playing with each other, speaking so casually. Something about that made her "emotions" patch start running.

Her sense of balance was fully uploaded, and she steadied herself against the woman's hand. Standing, she looked down at her feet and to the waterlogged grass drowning in the drizzling rain. She had on long, black boots that showed with a polished gleam, and the bottom of them were colored a bright blue. The mint-green grass was so drenched a small puddle had formed by the girl's feet. She gazed at her reflection.

Long, teal-colored locks cascaded down her shoulders, held up in two twin tails on her head. Through the distorted reflection, her processor could make out a silver top and bright blue tie. After she collected as much data as she could from the image constantly being warped by the splashing rain, she looked up at the brown-haired woman, a question forming in her mind.

"Who are you?" her language was very straight-forward and formal. Her "language" patch currently only held the most basic sentence structures.

"My name is Meiko," the woman answered, a friendly smile forming on her lips. "And this is Kaito." She gestured her hand in his direction. He stood coolly under the umbrella, his eyes dreary and relaxed in a bored expression. His blue scarf was wrapped around his neck and covered half of his face. He muttered a "Nice to meet you" under his breath and looked away, pretending to be uninterested.

The woman, Meiko, continued genuinely grinning at the twin tailed girl.

"What's your name?" she asked.

The teal-haired girl took a long pause, completely silent. Meiko, as usual, patiently waited as she gazed at the emotionless girl, a small smile still gracing her lips. Yet the girl wasn't quite as emotionless as she was before; her expression appeared to have formed into a slightly more somber one, the gloom of nostalgia filming over her distant eyes. She stayed like that for so long, Kaito couldn't help but move his concentration from the skyscrapers far in the distance and glance over at the silent girl, appearing bothered. "Hey," he grew tired of the silence. "She asked you a—"

"Hatsune Miku."

The blue-haired boy stopped mid-sentence, now simply staring at the girl, Hatsune Miku. He couldn't hide the fact her solemn, distant eyes intrigued him. Somehow, he thought, he could understand her, if he knew her story. Meiko and he both knew what she was.

Whatever caused her eyes to be filled with such melancholy, he'd like to know.

"Oh, I see!" Meiko cheered. "Very nice to meet you, Hatsune—"

Suddenly, Kaito took a step forward, towards Miku. Although his calm expression never left his face, Meiko was surprised he actually joined in on the introduction, as though he cared. He reached a hand out to Miku.

"My name is Shion Kaito. Pleased to meet you."

Miku simply stared at Kaito's hand in confusion. She tilted her head, the same blank expression stayed put on her face.

"Ah, jeez, it's called a hand-shake," Kaito groused, grabbing the puzzled girl's hand and shaking it. "That's what you do when you meet people. The Western way, anyway."

Meiko chuckled. "Looks like Kaito's picking up a few things from Leon, Lola, and Miriam."

For a moment, Miku only glanced back and forth from the two, processing the new information. At last, she said confidently, "New data collected! Definition of hand-shake confirmed."

Kaito could only stare and sigh.

"Uh-Uhm! So! Hatsune Miku, why don't we get out of this rain and take you to your new home? What'd you say?" Meiko waved her hand and laughed apprehensively.

Kaito carelessly swung around and began walking away from the two. "C'mon," he called, though not very enthusiastically, "I'm not waiting for you guys."

He could hear Meiko nag behind him. "Jeez, Kaito, always so quick to go!" he could feel her place a hand on her hip, then smile to Miku, "Let's go now, Hatsune-chan."

He heard her heels against the concrete for a few steps, yet then halted. "Hatsune-chan?"

A slight pause.

And then, a feminine, innocent voice.

"Home?"

Kaito stopped in his tracks.

He let the rain, now only a misty sprinkle floating from the cool grey sky, shower over his deep blue hair. Meiko had stopped walking as well, and the trio stood in silence for another moment. All that could be heard was the soft murmurs of the rain, the humming of the on-going cars, and the daily city noises far in the distance.

That feeling…

Meiko tried speaking up, but only choked on her breath.

To wonder…what home is…

At last, Kaito turned around, tossing his head over his shoulder. For once, he didn't look annoyed—his eyes were warm, slightly distant and with just a hint of sadness in them. His lips tilted up into just the slightest of smiles, though one of the most captivating and kindest.

"Yeah," he said, gently. "Home."

He reached his hand out to her. "C'mon," his voice remained soft. "Let's go."

Meiko gawked at Kaito, but quickly, her face relaxed in an appreciative smile. She then turned that smile to Miku, and nodded her head to her.

Miku hesitated for another long moment, her eyes just the slightest bit wider. At last, her face, as well, dissolved into a brilliant grin, so bright it caught Kaito off guard. He gaped at her before she trotted over to him and grabbed his hand. Then he shook the surprise away and lowered his eyes before muttering, "You too, Meiko."

Meiko chuckled and followed behind, hovering the umbrella over their heads as the rain drizzled on a cozy winter afternoon.

(A/N) Did ya enjoy et? I hope it wasn't too long...normally my chapters are the size of light novel chapters, around 8 pages or roughly 2,000 words. Reviews please! And the story will unfold as you go on. 3