This was originally supposed to be my 10th fanfic but stuff happened and it had to be delayed. I'm kind of sad there isn't much LenxLuka fanfics...

Before I forget, I do not own Vocaloid.

Episode 1

Luka

I watched him dance on the stage with bright lights flickering toward his direction. The heavy lights made his pale skin glow into a beautiful color of light-colored sand. Sweat dripped downwards from his forehead but the boy had no intentions of stopping for a break. He moved his body swiftly to the beat of the music, dancing alone in the world he created with his voice.

Aogi mita aka ga itoasete

Majiru noizu koe ga tooku naru

Omoi wa kanshou ni narihate

Bokura wa wasureteyukunodarouka

His eyes are closed, hiding those remarkable cerulean eyes. He moves his rose-colored lips, striking every note perfectly from every imaginable scale. Out of that mouth comes out a voice that captivates anyone who dares to listen to him sing. He holds the shining microphone in his right hand close to his jaw while the left moves freely in the air to the beat of the sound blasting from the speakers behind him.

Tatoeba boku ga kimi wo wasureteru

Tatoeba kimi ga boku wo wasureteru

Sonna mirai ga attatoshitemo

His neon yellow shoes reflect the rays of the lights focused on him. It made him brighten, and it's unmistakable to not notice him. He walks around on the stage to the beat of the music, moving swiftly as a knife cutting through butter. To others, the young idol might seem to be the definition of perfection, but to me, everything he did seemed to be monotonous. All pairs of eyes look at the boy, not letting him out of their sight even for a split second.

Teniire ta ao ga azayakade

Hiraku kyori ni koe ga koishikute

Kioku wo omoide ni kaete

Bokura wa aruite yukunodarou

Once he finishes, the crowd stands up and applauds the singer. The young idol finally opens those eyes he'd been hiding for so long as his mouth curled upwards knowing he did well. The boy on the stage bowed to his fans gracefully and soothed his clothes to prevent it from wrinkling. Hundreds of fangirls and boys cheered his name as the boy slightly smirked knowing he fulfilled his mission of entertaining his guests.

The idols name is Len Kagamine.

The boy kept his playboy grin and held the microphone away from him so the crowd wouldn't hear him pant. After drinking a bottle of water, the grinning boy waved to his fans before starting his speech.

"Thank you for coming to my mini concert," he began, adjusting his bangs. He was sweating profusely but continued to go on. "I know it's only a mini show, but I want to thank everyone who came to cheer for me."

"Luka," I heard someone whisper my name. I turned and saw my brother looking spiritless. "It's over," he said, getting ready to stand up. "Let's go."

"Well now," Len spoke just as I gripped Luki's arm to halt him. "Before I end the concert, there's a special event I secretly planned." Some of the crowd began to cheer while the others began to murmur to one another as the boy on the stage smiled. Len motioned something with his fingers and a man with chestnut brown hair came up to the stage holding a large brown crate. "Inside the box my manager, Kiyoteru, is carrying is a paper full of numbers printed on your tickets," the young singer explained. "The owner of the number I pull will have the chance to eat dinner together with me. Oh, and as an extra bonus, there will be something else, but I won't say."

Immediately, the crowd began to squeal with delight. Everyone pulled out their tickets and crossed their fingers hoping Len will pick their number. Beside me, I heard Luki groan and lean back on his chair, covering his tired eyes with his hands. I knew he didn't want to be here. He would rather be somewhere else doing whatever he usually does. He definitely doesn't care about eating lunch with a popular idol.

"Well then, here I go!" Len's delicate hand slowly reached into the box. There was sound of paper moving around in the box. Len's mouth curled before his hand came back out of the box with a single piece of paper. Slowly, he held the microphone near his mouth and called, "03. Number 03, are you here?"

Series of groans and cuss words spread the concert hall when people found out it wasn't their number. Luki and I sat quietly in our seats, patiently waiting for the lucky winner to redeem their prize. No one stepped forward with their winning ticket until a sudden scream filled the room. Everyone stared at a girl who popped up somewhere in the middle row, smiling as she hugged her ticket to her chest. It was a girl with long silver hair. She's probably no older than fifteen. The girl grinned as she looked at her ticket, but her joy came to a sudden halt when she frowned and said, "Oh, never mind. I held the ticket upside down. I got thirty."

"Is there no winning ticket?" Len frowned as he viewed the crowd of fans. He then turned to his manager and said, "Kiyoteru, didn't you say it's a full house today?"

"The ticket should be here somewhere," the manager pulled his hair back with his hands. "It's a full house tonight. I double-checked all the tickets with the ticket collectors."

"Luki," I whispered to my brother. "Check yours."

He grunted in displeasure but did so anyway. "It's not me," he soon responded, crumpling his ticket into a tiny ball.

I slowly pulled my ticket out of my purse and checked the back of the paper. I didn't think I was going to win, but there it was. It had 03 printed on it. Bolded.

I won. I'm the winner.

Up on the stage, Len's frown deepened when no one claimed their prize. "I guess I'll have to pick another—"

"Wait!" I rose from my seat and held up the ticket so everyone could see. My heart was starting to beat faster and faster as I said, "I have it."

All eyes were targeted on me as Len's manager rushed over to check if I really did have the winning ticket. Once he arrived, I showed him my ticket and he nodded in approval.

"We have a winner right here," he hollered.

On the stage, I saw Len smirk as he brought the microphone close to his lips again. "Sold to the girl with pink hair."

Len kept his promise. As he promised earlier, the idol treated me to dinner. He also allowed Luki to come with us. We watched in awe when the waiter came with our order of medium rare steak. Luki and I don't eat these kinds of food nor come to a fancy restaurant every day. We eat what most of the middle class population eat. Len booked a private room for us so there would be no one to interrupt us. Len didn't seem fazed at all when his order of cheese soufflé arrived.

As I stared at my well-cooked steak, I couldn't help but wonder if this was all a dream. Here I am sitting in a fancy restaurant eating dinner with Japan's most popular star, Len Kagamine. No one would believe me if I told them.

"Do you not like your order?" Len's voice broke my fantasy.

"Excuse me?" I sat straight in my chair, startled at his sudden question.

"He's asking if you don't like your food," Luki said to me, dipping a piece of steak into a puddle of sauce.

"I like it," I smiled politely, grabbing the knife and fork resting beside my plate. "Thank you."

"Here," said Len, grabbing my plate. "Let me cut it for you."

I was surprised at his offer. "But I can—"

"No, no, no," he smiled teasingly at me as he reached for his knife. "This is a gift from me. I don't mind doing it for a fan."

I stared at his pale hands holding the knife and fork as he cut the steak into little pieces. The whole steak slowly turned into a puzzle. Once Len finished, he gave me back my plate and I thanked him.

"So, what's your name?" he asked.

"I'm Luka Megurine," I answered. "And this is my brother, Luki."

"That's cute. I'm sure you already know my name, but I'll say it again; I'm Len Kagamine."

I giggled. "Pleased to meet you."

"How did you think of the concert?" Len asked, brushing his blond hair away from his mouth as he took a bite of his food.

"It was fantastic," I answered when Luki didn't.

Len let out a little laugh. "Are you sure? I messed up on some parts. My choreographer is going to go on and on about it tomorrow nonstop."

I couldn't help but laugh along with him. When he saw me laugh, he smiled like he completed a mission he made himself.

"You must be really tired right now." I said.

"That's what I get for being a star," the blond-haired boy responded, smiling. "There are both good and bad times." Len turned to Luki and asked, "Are you older or younger than her?"

"Younger."

"We're actually twins," I spoke. "But I'm older than him by a few seconds."

At that moment Len's expression changed. His facial expression deepened into something I couldn't describe. Simple words aren't enough to describe it. His smile didn't completely fade, but there was something about it that changed. The aura around us seemed to die but it went back to normal by the time the young star spoke again.

"What made you come here?"

"Actually, today is our birthday," I recalled. "My father bought us tickets to see your show. There's a high school teacher who lives right across from our apartment. She must've told him about you and the concert."

"That makes sense. You came to my performance and now you're here eating dinner with me," he chuckled. "Must be the best birthday party you've ever had."

"Yes," I admitted, crossing my legs. "It is."

"Wait a minute," Len dug his hands into his pockets for something while Luki and I looked at the young singer. The blond-haired boy took his time finding something and when he finally did, he slapped two mini passes onto the table and slid it toward us. "These are two tickets to a show I'm performing tomorrow. It'll be nice if you came and watched."

I was surpsied. A ticket to see another one of his performance? "Thank you, but it's not necessary." I tried to push the tickets back, but Len stopped me.

"It's a gift," he said sternly, pretending to act angry. "Take it. This is your birthday present slash the special bonus I mentioned earlier at the concert."

"Well, thank you," I blushed as I accepted the tickets.

"Your food is getting cold," Len grinned. "You should probably eat it before it gets any colder."

"Thank you."

To be honest, the whole time we were eating, I felt guilty. Why? I'm not a fan of Len Kagamine. Luki and I aren't a fan of Len. There are millions of other fans who could've been in our seats eating dinner with the young pop star but now it's too late. The only reason why we came here is because our dad bought us the tickets as our birthday gifts. Who would've had the heart to reject such an expensive gift? Two tickets to a private concert must've been hard to get.

I kicked Luki underneath the table so Len wouldn't see. He felt the pain in his leg and gave me this particular maternal look that he has. It means, roughly, I have no idea why you just did that, and I suspect you of mental instability, but I forgive you. I ignored it and motioned him to eat faster. We quickly ate our meal while Len took his time eating his cheese soufflé. In fact, we ate in such a hurry that Len didn't even finish half of his food.

Len glanced at us in surprise. "You're already finished?"

"Yes. Thank you for the meal." I said politely, quickly reaching for my bag.

"Wait," I felt my arms stiffen when Len grabbed my wrist. "Do you have a ride?"

"Yes," Luki answered. "We do."

"We're riding the transit bus home," I said.

When I felt Len's hand loosen, I let out a deep breath. I didn't want to bother him any longer, I just wanted to go home. Luki grabbed my other hand and tugged me, signaling me to start moving away from the table. I was about to obey until Len said, "Do you want my manager to drive you home?"

We both paused.

Luki cleared his throat once before saying, "You don't have to..."

"Don't worry," Len said. I felt Len loosen his grip on my arm again as I turned and saw him smiling at us with a sweet angelic smile of his that captures the heart of many fans. "It's part of the course."

Len

If a lucky fan had the chance to ride in a car alone with their favorite fan, what would they do? Shouldn't they be asking me questions and talk on and on about me? Don't they usually ask for autographs and beg me to sing a song or two? Shouldn't they be begging me to tell them hints or answers for my upcoming album? Aren't fans usually like that? These two "fans" aren't doing any of those stuff. They haven't uttered a single word since I volunteered to give them a ride.

"Turn left," the pink-haired girl instructed my manager.

I turned away from the window and stared at the two guests sitting next to me. We've been in the car for over ten minutes and nothing happened. Why aren't they showing happy emotions? Are they nervous or something?

"It's the little store next to the building on the left," the pink-haired girl concluded.

The van slowly decreased its speed before halting to a stop. Looking out the window, I was a little surprised to see a little pastry shop instead of a house. I opened my mouth to say goodbye but stopped when the male twin opened the door on his side and casually walked out in silence. It bothered me. It somehow annoyed me how they weren't acting how I thought they would.

"Len," a voice said.

I quickly dropped the scowl off my face and saw the girl looking at me from outside. "Yes?" I sweetly answered.

"I just wanted to say—"

"Luka!"

The sudden voice startled both of us. Surprised, the girl turned around and stepped away from the car when she saw someone running toward her. I moved closer to the door out of curiosity and by the time the owner of the voice came and hugged the girl, I noticed he seemed to be somewhere in his mid-forties, and somehow short for his age.

"Dad?" the girl questioned, sounding surprised.

"Did y-you have f-fun?" he asked, smiling. The way he spoke was interesting. His voice was a bit higher than I thought it would be.

"It's cold outside!" she scolded at him. "You should've worn a jacket!"

"Ah!" the man lightly hit the side of his head with his hand. "I forgot."

The girl turned to reveal me to the man. "Dad, this is Len Kagamine. Luki and I just came back after having dinner with him."

"Oh!" The short man smiled the biggest smile I have ever seen. He looked at me with a face looking so innocent, so pure, that it surprised me.

I took that as my cue to get out of the car and introduce myself. "Hello—"

"Pleased to meet you!" The man suddenly shouted, bowing a full ninety degrees right in front of me before standing straight again. I stood dumbfounded, wondering if I have to bow back to him or not for what it felt like eternity until I finally realized something. His innocent face and the way how he talks to others clearly makes him exposed when compared to others. This guy's different. He's...retarded.

The whole family is weird.

"Len," Kiyoteru warned from inside the car. "It's getting late. We should be going now." Lies. We have about an hour or two before midnight. This is Kiyoteru's way of telling everyone I have to go or else someone from outside might notice me, the big star.

"I guess this is my cue to leave," I tried my best to smile at the girl and her father. "I hope you have a good—"

The man quickly grabbed my arm before I could go. He looked at me pleadingly as if he was mentally telling me to wait a second before running back to the store, leaving me behind with his daughter who looking at him with a small smile. We watched him run around inside the store through the glass window before rushing back with a small fat bag. "This is for you!" he said, grinning like a little boy as he held the loaded bag in front of me. "I made the bread earlier. It's still fresh!"

I glanced at Kiyoteru who was still in the car. He motioned me to take it so I did. I bid them farewell and was about to close the car door until I heard someone tell me to stop.

"Len!" I turned around and saw the pink-haired girl holding the door with a pant.

"Yes?"

She smiled. "If you're ever nearby, you're always welcome to come visit us."

"Thank you," I managed to smiled.

"If you're feeling lonely, you know where to find us," she said again.

"Thanks for the offer."

I thought I heard the short man starting to say something but I quickly shut the door, blocking the sound of his voice. I felt guilty so I waved shyly as Kiyoteru pressed the gas petal.

"I think he likes you," said Kiyoteru, looking at the rear-view mirror.

"What?" I mumbled, untying my hair and opening the window to breath in some fresh air. I didn't want to do anything after going through the whole awkwardness just now.

"Look behind," he answered with a chuckle. "He's waving at you."

I turned around to see through the back mirror and saw the pastry shop looking smaller every second as we drove away. Even though the shop grew smaller, I saw the short man standing in the middle of the empty road waving at me even though I was almost out of his site. I didn't bother waving back.

In the beginning, Len was singing a song composed by Machigeriita-P called Sky blue!

I know there'll be many ups and downs but I hope you'll enjoy reading this fanfic. I'll try my best to entertain you with this story. I swear I will. See you next time!