TA DA! I'm back! Back with an another story! :D No LuKaito this time but I'm back with a MikixPiko fanfic! Whoot! I feel proud of myself! :) They actually make a good couple, no? ^^
My Girlfriend is a Cyborg, But I Don't Care
by - yiseunggi
Note: I don't own the Vocaloids. Not a single thing belongs to me. =_= Oh, but this story idea DOES belong to me. :3
Chapter 1
Princess Miku Hatsune, daughter of the royal Hatsune family sat on the short yet elegant and fancy victorian chair in the backyard of the Utatane family mansion. There she sat quietly sipping her tea while patiently waiting for her date to arrive. The teal princess drank her tea while viewing the garden filled with variety of different colors of orchids ranging from red to violet, similar to the rainbow. She quietly wondered why the garden was filled with orchids alone. There weren't any other types of flowers or trees. They were all just orchids.
"Have you been waiting long?" a lady-like voice asked.
Miku slowly turned her head to the direction where the voice came from and flashed one of her million dollar smile. "Oh, no-" but once she saw her 'date', her expression darkened and her mouth hung open from shock. In short, it was priceless. Standing a few feet away from her was a person about her age with semi-wavy brown hair down to her waist, wearing a black and red stripped dress.
"Hatsune Miku?" the person asked, smiling.
"U-u-t-tatane P-p-piko?" the teal princess sputtered, eyes wide from shock.
"Yes. Pleased to meet you." the girl held out her hand, still smiling.
"N-n-no t-the pleasure is a-all m-m-mine." Miku shook her hand and motioned for the other to sit on the empty chair across from her. "P-please sit."
Piko mouthed a little 'thank you' and sat down, enjoying the view while Miku rubbed her thumbs against each other with shyness and confusion.
"Is there something wrong?" Piko asked, slowly draining the cup of tea down her throat.
The princess tensed. "Y-yes?" Miku chirped. "U-um pardon me for my rudeness but I-I thought you w-were supposed t-to be a... y-you know, a b-b-boy." Her face flushed bright red when she said the word boy. Poor Miku's face looked like it resembled a tomato.
Piko slowly drank the last bit of his tea and smiled. "I am." he replied.
"Excuse me?"
Flashing a warm but dangerous smile, Piko pulled off his wig revealing a gush of silver hair down to his chin and a part of his hair on the top popped up making a little P sign."I am Piko Utatane, son of King Gakupo and Queen Luka. And I LOVE cross-dressing." Piko made sure he said the word 'love' a bit louder and firmer to make it stand out. He then smirked at the expression his 'date' had given him. Miku felt a mixture of shock, to dismay, to horror forming on her face. She felt like gagging. The teal princess slowly turned to disgust and immediately jumped up from her seat fuming madly.
"Yuuma!" she yelled to her servant. "Get the carriage ready! We're leaving now!"
Piko grinned even wider as he saw her leave. His plan had worked. Forcing himself to cross dress in order to get his date to leave. No matter how hard his father tried to make him marry, Piko turned them all down. Honestly, Piko doesn't like cross-dressing. He only did it because he has no other ways to fix this problem his father caused. No matter how hard he tried declining his fathers wishes, king Gakupo only grinned his usual goofy smile and says, "What nonsense! Love is love. You need it! Think of me and your mother!" In conclusion, it ended as Piko getting frustrated and deciding to reject his partner one after another. It all ended the same way every time. After every girl found out his little 'hobby', they all turned him down and left. It was very simple and Piko enjoyed it. His father didn't know anything about his 'hobby' and continued to 'help' his son look for the 'right one'. Piko thought it was all full of disgust and thought of it as a childish game. He didn't need anyone to be beside him. He was fine being alone. If someone found out something about the other person that turned them off, he or she would leave that person and go find someone else. It was all just a game. A game of life. Clinging onto one person until you get tired of the other and move on. Piko didn't need that. He was fine by himself.
"Master Piko," a butler appeared at his side with fresh clothes folded neatly into a little square. "your clothes."
"Thank you." he grabbed his clothes and walked to his room. "Ah, Tonio." Piko looked over his shoulder with a mischievous smirk. "Get the carriage ready. We're going to town." and with that, Piko left to change.
The master and servant went to town as the master wished. Tonio, who used his black hat to block the heated sun rays asked his master, "Master Piko, where to?" while guiding the track of horses to the town.
Piko, who earlier changed into a more 'manly' outfit, was sitting in his seat inside the carriage replied nonchalantly, "The usual."
"As you wish sir."
Piko grinned as he played with a little string that hung loosely from the wool covered wall like a cat he recently discovered. He flicked it side by side never letting it stay still as he kept thinking about the place he was headed. He couldn't afford to wait any longer. Just thinking about the place made his smile grin even wider in delight. Suddenly, the carriage halted to a stop.
"Master Piko, we are-" Tonio called out from the drivers seat. Piko wasted no time waiting for his servant to finish and practically slammed the door open in excitement. Tonio sighed as he jumped off the carriage and opened the door that led to a shop. The place Piko headed is called-
"Ah, sir Piko. It has been a while." came a cold voice. "Welcome to Eden."
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Eden, as other people would think, is similar to the word utopia. Definition of utopia is a imaginary place full of spotless amount of dirt. In other words, it is a "perfect" world. But the store, Eden, is the opposite of utopia. It was a dirt-like store people would mistake as a 'home' belonging to a homeless person. In fact, it was so messy and spoiled that other homeless people wouldn't even want to think of it as their own house. Everywhere you look, you could only see the walls around the store covered with shaggy cobwebs and dented walls. Even though this place looked like an ant farm, Piko loved this place from the bottom of his heart. All the history packed inside this tiny shop, it would be a waste if this place suddenly burned down or disappeared.
Piko grinned lazily as he entered the old antique shop. He shook hands with the blue haired owner and popped into an empty seat around the dent looking shop. "Kaito, it has been quite a while." the childlike voice said as he viewed around the shop. "How's business going?"
"Fairly well." the twenty year old blue hair replied, dusting one of his display with his blue scarf.
"Don't you mean fail?" Piko chuckled. Tonio grunted when his master replied; trying to get his master to be mindful of his manners. Piko just laughed.
Kaito's store is a place where people buy any object he has for display or they can even sell objects to him. No matter how big or small the object is, they can always count on Kaito to buy the object from them to sell to other people.
"Its fine." the blue hair whispered to the butler. The butler huffed in reply.
"So what brings the young master here? Another rejection?" Kaito said aloud.
"You got it." Tonio whispered when Piko didn't reply.
"Cross dress?" Kaito raised an eyebrow. Tonio nodded. Other than Tonio and some of Piko's selected maids, Kaito was the only one outside the mansion to know about Piko's little 'hobby'. Everyone else including his parents didn't know about Piko cross dressing. "Ah~ I see. " Kaito quietly chuckled to himself. "The young master thinks of me as his pet to entertain him after his failure. Oh my, I see things clearly now."
"Oh joy." Piko spat, clearly annoyed where this conversation was leading.
Kaito frowned as he sat on an chair with three wrinkled million year old looking books on top of it. "Well, I'm afraid to say nothing new has entered my shop. Unless you count all the other stuff the young master already seen in the past."
Piko frowned. This wasn't something he expected to hear from Kaito. Kaito always had something new to show him even if it was just a small toy he found abandoned on the street. He huffed with displeasure. "Nothing? Nothing at all? Even just a little chip? Or a simple USB?"
"Master, please-"
"Well," Kaito broke in cutting Tonio's words. "I guess I have something you might like to see." He cupped his chin with his hands wondering if he should continue.
Piko stood up from his seat. "Show me." He ordered.
"Well, I'm not-"
"Show. Me. Now." Piko spat as he frowned at the now sulking blue haired man. He was disappointed Kaito didn't tell him earlier about this. He considered Kaito one of his list of short numbered friends who would always tell him the truth and stick with him.
Kaito sighed and motioned the duo the follow him. "Follow me."
The three walked back into a unlit dark roomed office behind the shop. Creepy little spiders crawled away when Kaito flicked on the cracked little light bulb that hung from the ceiling. He pushed some unwanted stuff to the side gently so it wouldn't get damaged and pulled out a long green blanket that was folded, covering something whatever it was inside. "This," Kaito said as he placed the blanket on the ground. "a few days ago, someone came into my store with this in the middle of the night. He looked like he was in a hurry and gave it to me for free. I didn't even have to buy this thing from him at all. He didn't want a receipt."
"Go on." Piko mumbled, hungry to know what was inside. Tonio, who was standing beside him looked as if he was about to faint at any second.
"I don't know if this is legal so I didn't tell anyone about her."
"Her?" Piko put on a little smile, amused where this topic was getting at.
Kaito tugged on the blanket and revealed something that made Piko and Tonio gasp. Tonio went as far as to excuse himself from the scene he just saw which made Kaito laugh quietly. On the ground, laid a body. A sleeping beauty waiting to be kissed by her prince charming. Her appearance wasn't pretty, yet, she wasn't what you would call ugly either. She had red hair that bloomed down all the way a little below her waist. Like Piko, she had a part of her hair on the top of her head that popped up into a slanted mini 'C' shape. She wore tattered clothes and a tag pinned to their shirt with an ID number on it. Piko held the crippled tag like it was fragile glass and carefully read the number and letters. It read: SF-A2 miki.
"SF-A2... miki..." Piko muttered, carefully rereading the letters and numbers over and over until he easily memorized it. He shook her arm gingerly. He squeezed her fingertips, rubbed his thumbs up her forearm. Her skin felt real, soft and pliant. Even the rugid structures beneath felt like real bones. And yet there was something wrong. He felt hard bumps at regular intervals, and knots of what seemed like wiring at her joins. To Piko's alert, her eyes were closed and she didn't breath; yet, her expression was dull and almost looked as if she was in a bad dream.
Kaito quickly covered the ill body with the blanket and snatched the tag away from Piko. "I have no idea what she is but I'm somehow going to dump her somewhere far away." he looked as if he was pained telling this to Piko. "This, this thing cannot be here. It- I mean, she needs to go away." Piko said nothing back. He was too occupied looking at the 'dead' body covered behind the blanket. There was... there was something that made him feel uneasy about Kaito dumping her.
"Kaito." Piko muttered, not moving an inch.
"Come now, it's getting late. The young master should be going home." Kaito stood up and reached for the young masters arm. "You should-"
Piko spun around and shot a disbelieving look at him. "You're getting rid of her? You're dumping her without knowing anything about her? How could you? Why would you do that?"
"Piko?" Kaito asked surprised.
"A random person gave you this- I mean, her in the middle of the night and you just get rid of her like some stupid trash?" Piko said this like he spat a ball of fire for every word he said. He didn't even know why he was trying to defend this... this... this thing!
"I-"
"How much?"
"What?" Kaito's eyes turned wide. "What did you say?" He asked again in a disbelieved tone.
"Stupid Kaito, you heard what I said. How much is she?" Piko asked, reaching into his pocket for his wallet.