A/N: So. Lately, I've been mentally test-shipping Vocaloids, when I stumbled upon Rion and Piko as a pairing. No, there is no one out there actually shipping then (as far as I know...), but I think they're pretty cute together, so here we go.

According to her basic data, Rion comes from the future, so I'm incorporating it in here.

DISCLAIMER: If I owned Vocaloid, the first thing I'd do is get a better quality sound file for Yayin Gongyu's demo.

Rion was sulking.

Again.

And when Tone Rion sulked, no one came out happy.

SF-A2, codenamed Miki, sighed as she heard another crash resounding from Rion's room.

"What are we going to do about her, Piko?" Miki asked her companion, who was currently hanging upside down from the edge of his bed, twirling his USB-plug tail.

"Don't ask me," Utatane Piko muttered in reply, obviously sounding bored. "You're actually her friend, so shouldn't you know this stuff?"

"Easy for you to say!" she shouted. "I'm not the one who's constantly stalking her!"

At those words, Piko immediately bolted upright. "I do not stalk her."

Miki gave a sly smile and rolled her cherry red eyes. "Riiight, so following her around all the time isn't considered stalking anymore," she drawled sarcastically. "I'd like to see people believe that."

"Shut. UP. Miki," Piko growled, obviously having a sensitive spot in his usually hard complexion tweaked.

Miki just shrugged. "Hey, don't you go blaming me for stating the truth." Her amused grin grew wider. "So what are ya gonna do, Piko-tan? Wait around for her to eventually start liking you back? You know that'll never happen. Knowing her, she's just gonna kick you around until you'll have to go to the hospital. Again."

He groaned and flopped face down on the bed. "Damn girl's almost as aggressive as Rin. It's a wonder that they're not friends," he muttered again, words muffled by the pillow under his face. Kicking his boot-clad feet, just barely missing Miki's copter-like cowlick, he idly raised his head then plopped it down again, resting his chin on the pillow. The P-shaped cowlick atop his head started drooping. "Just why did cruel nature have to curse me to liking her?"

"Sheesh, Piko, you sound like a poet. And watch your feet, man!" Miki sighed and batted away Piko's kicking feet. She then pulled up her legs and started hugging her knees, and even rocking a little. "I was only kidding with ya, and you get all defensive. That won't get you very far in life, you know."

"Gee, THANKS a lot, Miki," he grumbled, sarcasm evident in his voice.

"Wait! I didn't finish yet," she called out. Pausing as another crash rang out from the hall, she then continued, "What I mean is, you're not just gonna sit around and wait for her, are you?"

Piko lowered his eyes, staring straight at the pillow now. "I dunno, maybe..."

"Well, it may be time for you to take action then. If you sit around like you're doing now, or if you just keep following her, you're never gonna know what she thinks of you. Not to mention get some bruises here or there."

"Do you even have a point here?"

"Fine, fine, I'll get to it. Impatient, aren't you?" Miki pulled her arms away from her knees and let them swing a little, before gently placing one hand on top of Piko's head, careful not to crush his cowlick. Piko flinched a little, and Miki noticed, but she continued, "I'm trying to say that you should just tell her. So what if you may get rejected? But she may like you back, and could be waiting for you to tell her. And I'm sure that if you keep waiting any longer, she may just dropkick you into next century."

"If she could do that, she'd rather do it to herself," Piko muttered depressingly, more or less to himself than to Miki. "At least she'd actually be home, where she's actually happy."

Miki sighed. This kid's totally useless, she thought to herself, shaking her head condescendingly. "Look. If you're gonna keep being negative, I'm not helping you anymore," she said, moving the hand that was still on Piko's head to in front of his forehead, effectively flicking it.

"Ow!" he yelped, abruptly sitting up and drawing his hand, almost overshadowed by his arm warmer, to the spot where Miki flicked him. Miki smirked.

"Reeeal smooth, shota. I bet that is totally gonna help your rep."

"Not funny, Miki," Piko dejectedly grumbled to himself. Although he didn't want to admit it, he now saw sense in Miki's plan. Maybe a bit cliche, but it would work.

"Guess I'll try it out then," he sighed. He sat up and gave a small smile. Miki grinned, happy Piko had seemed to cheer up. "Thanks for your help, Miki." His smile then widened to form a sly smirk. "May just mention something about you to Lui, hmm?"

Miki's ruby eyes widened, her pale face gaining a new red color. "H-h-how do you know-"

Piko held his hands up in defense. "Hey, you know my crush, I know yours! Ring told me everything. Once I got past the whole 'my-best-friend-is-a-pedo' phase-"

"Piko. Be quiet. Or you're gonna get more bruises than you already have."

The two sat in silence.

And then they burst into raucous laughter.

As their laughter died down, a beeping sound resounded from the hall, in a tune much like the Nyan Cat theme everyone now knew. Miki groaned and flopped back onto the bed.

"Ugh, we really need to get a new fire alarm. That thing's so annoying," she sighed, closing her eyes in thought.

A few seconds passed.

Then they both shot up. "FIRE ALARM?"

Proceed to jumping out the window.

A/N: Miki's been showing up in a lot of my stories lately. Meh, who cares, she's awesome!

No, it is not Miki and Piko. It stays purely as Piko and Rion. This chapter may only show a scene with just them, but... just... no. Besides, I like to think of them as really close friends. It suits them better than the romantic relationship.

Review and I'll give you virtual taquitos. :D (What? They're the delicious Mexican equivalent to spring rolls...)