So...first story. After reading a few fanfics, I think I got this process down. Please correct me if I'm wrong...I'm also not the best writer, but I'm trying.

DISCLAIMER NOTE: I don't own Vocaloid or any of its products. You probably heard this before. Oh yes, FYI this is very loosely based off of the song 'Love is War.' Very loosely. Emphasis on the VERY. I also don't own that song.

"IA," Miku begins.

"Hm?" I say, "Sorry, what were you saying?"

She rolls her blue eyes and then gives off a big sigh, "I didn't even start. Anyways, I find it odd that Kaito hasn't been talking to me recently. He doesn't answer my texts, he stopped asking me out on dates, you know what I mean."

I sigh, "Seriously, you need to lighten up! Just because Cato-"

"Kaito," she immediately corrects.

"Whatever, just because your boyfriend hasn't asked you out in a while doesn't mean he doesn't love you anymore!" I rant, "I mean, sure he hasn't been talking to you, but he might just be busy! The final exams are in a month and winter break is almost here, he obviously has some other things on his mind."

Miku nods thoughtfully, "You do have a point..."

Of course I do. Miku obviously over reacts too much, but that's what makes her her.

"Change of subject..." Miku begins, but then her phone buzzes. Frowning, she peers at the screen. Then she narrows her eyes and furiously begins to text back. Then she drops her phone into her pocket and begins running down the hallway, "Bye IA, I got some blue haired butt to kick."

"Oh...okay? Bye then," but she's already halfway down the hallway and makes no sign that she heard me.

I seriously wondered what could have made her so pist off. Miku is usually calm, kind, and friendly. Having outbursts like that is very unusual for her.

Drip, drop, drip, drop. I look up and just notice the monochrome, gray bustles of clouds in the sky and the streaks of water that hit the ground. It's merely sprinkling right now, but I don't hurry on home right now, my mom is going to be so mad at me. She hates it when I'm late and she despises the rain.

I run as fast as my legs can carry me. I may be flashing everyone within a six-foot radius surrounding me, but I don't care.

The rain pelts down harder and I seriously wish I brought a hair tie, or at least a hair band. Seriously, a lot of kids wish they had really long hair, but it's not fun. It takes forever to wash and it drags you down. And when your hair is wet...sucks to be you.

There it is! My house. I dash in, throw my backpack against the wall, and walk into the kitchen. I was expecting my mom to be cooking dinner, but she's no where in sight. Instead my cousin, Luka, is standing behind the sink and chopping a large piece of tuna into small bits. I stop in my tracks. Since when did she come here? And where is my mom?

"Oh, hi IA," Luka says casually as if she was always there chopping tuna.

"Why are you here? Where's Mom?" I ask, completely ignoring her greeting.

Luka puts the knife down and sighs, "Well, your mom had to attend some emergency meeting and she left."

I'm stunned, "When?"

"Just after you left for school," Luka says and scoops up the tuna bits, "She told me to come and watch over you,"

"Whatever," I plop myself on the couch and grab the TV remote, "When is she coming back?"

"Who knows," I hear a few bangs and clangs, "It's just like when a friend is in a coma. You never know when they're going to get out of it."

"Hmm..." I flip through the channels randomly until I see a strange advertisement. Frowning I put down the TV remote and watch.

"Have you every felt like there is no place to go in the heat of this love?" a perky young lady says on the TV, "Have you ever thought that your boyfriend is cheating on you? Well I have the perfect thing for you!"

Luka, who must have been watching me walks over, "What is it?"

"Why is there a commercial for Valentine Day's already?" I mutter, "This world is very fucked up."

"Watch your language," Luka scolds, apparently she didn't hear a word of what I said other than that, "Besides, that's not a Valentine's Day commercial."

I roll my eyes. She obviously hasn't seen me when I'm mad. But then again, this is only the third time I saw Luka. All the other times when we had family reunions, she was...I actually don't know what she was doing. Everyone would be present except for Luka. What would was she doing at these times? I sigh, I would never truly understand my pink-haired cousin.

Luka sighs and sits next to me on the couch, "It doesn't look like the rain is going to give up."

"Hm..." I mutter absent-mindedly, "Yeah..."

"By the way," Luka suddenly says, "A friend of yours dropped something off."

"Really? Who?" I'm truly confused, "No one really knows about me. I'm that girl who no one knows or cares about basically."

"Really now IA," Luka sighs, "I actually thought you were popular. Guess I was wrong!"

I sigh, "Can you just show me what it is?"

Luka's long pink hair trails behind her as she walks out of the room. Then she comes back with a cardboard box about 10 inches long and 6 inches wide. Luka isn't exactly a strong person, but the way she can easily carry the box tells me that it isn't very heavy.

I get off from the couch and walk toward Luka. My cousin picks at that tape that seals the box flaps together, but nothing happens. I walk to the kitchen and grab a fresh knife from the counter. Carefully I slit the tape. I hold my breath as Luka opens it and inside is...

"A megaphone?" Luka frowns as she lifts the device out of the box.

What in the world?