*A/N:

Hello everyone, I am going to write a cheesy romantic fanfiction about Vocaloids! It's about Len Kagamine wait no—excuse me the Kagamine twins, (I just had an idea!) and a new Vocaloid that does not/will not exist and even some Utaloids don't worry all of the Vocaloids will be include one way or another. (I'm going to write another story about the new Vocaloid. She'll meet different Utauloids, Vocaloids and have funny experiences too). You know what, I might make this an OliverXLen fanfiction too, it's whatever I feel like because I'm like the author, but I want a lover's quarrel or a triangle somewhere. It brings me to this point, I would love to be a Vocaloid. (Let me rephrase that. I would love to be a voice provider, I could give an authentic, English, Spanish, and Japanese voice bank. [I am a trilingual African-American fifteen-year-old girl, Yamaha/Crypton, Vocatone, Power FX, Zero G, somebody c'mon and find me include me in a family, man this would be something epic. Hit me up, we could be making yen/pesos/dollars something XD I'm broke]. I'm going to make this story kind of long, because I can't stand one shot stories (they make me want to toss computers and books across rooms then follow up with an All Caps Rage (if you want to know why PM me, or comment)) Alright, since we all know Japanese Vocaloids can't really speak very good English,*Eigo/Engrish, with the exception of Luka Megurine, all Vocaloids universally know every language however they might not be able to answer back in the same language, and some are more humans than other. They learn like humans or are loaded with info with an USB drive. They age differently too. Before I go, if the dialogue is normal, like how I have been typing, the character is speaking in Japanese. Bold dialogue means English, don't forget this k'? There might be Chinese, Korean, or Spanish dialogue later on. I feel like fangirls and fanboys are going to track me down for this. My A/N won't be this long after the first chapter.

Chapter 1: Hand and Hand We Shimmer Into Nothingness

Ashley's Ware POV

"Are we almost there?" I asked in English. Mama looked down at me smiling as I sat in her lap. We both were riding in a limo through Hokkaido, Japan. She ruffled my short curly black hair. I was only four years old at the time. I went with Mama to Japan because Oliver was visiting Britain again and Mama didn't want me to be lonely in Los Angeles, California.

"We will be there in a little while, honey" she said in a sweet mother's tone.

"We will be arriving, the Vocaloid Mansion soon" Mr. Yamaha Crypton said in Japanese. Mr. Crypton and Mama were childhood friends. Mama was from America and whenever she visited Japan she got with him. He lived in a mansion, along with others kids, and teens that spoke different languages that including Japanese. I didn't know Japanese yet, mama, Ann and Al was teaching me and my brother, Oliver, Japanese but both of us were having a hard time learning it.

"What did he say, mama?" I said, looking up at her.

"He said, we will be there in awhile"she said stroking my hair.

"She doesn't understand Japanese?" he asked her, that I did understand that.

"I understand a little" I explained, "I am not great at it though".

"Very good" Mr. Yamaha said petting my head. "Her accent is really good, Felix". My mama's full name is Felicia Xavier Power. She owns a huge company called Power FX. The car was parked in front of the huge mansion. I looked at the house with eyes full of wonder.

"Ashuri-chan, how do you say 'wow' in Japanese?" Mr. Yamaha asked. I searched my mind for the answer.

"Sugoi!" I yelled. "This house is really big, mama".

"That's right! You deserve a treat. You've been studying so hard. Yamaha-kun, do you have any candy?" Mama asked him.

"I have some strawberry candy in my apartment" he replied. He then opened the door for me and Mama, and helped both of us out.

"You are such a gentleman, Yamaha-kun" Mama said giving him a peck on the cheek. Mr. Yamaha started blushing, really hard.

"What about me Mama? I want a kiss too!" I protested, Mr. Yamaha and Mama giggled and laughed at my cute jealousy.

"Is that so, Ai-kun?" she started kissing me, and tickling me. My vision started becoming warped, and Mama and Mr. Yamaha began walking hand in hand towards the mansion. I ran towards them but the distance between us greaten.

"Mama! Yamaha-san please wait for me!" I said running as fast as I could. I stopped running to catch my breath. "Please wait, don't go!". They both turned around with blank faces and shimmered into nothingness. I began to realize that I had no one in this strange beautiful place. So I began to cry, because I was all alone.

"Come back!" I murmured sniffling.

I felt someone grab my hand; it was definitely another kid's hand. I touched the kid's hand it was really warm and soft.

"Please, don't cry" a soft voice told me. "Come with me, you'll be fine".

"Just leave him" another equally as soft voice said, I couldn't understand a word coming from this voice. "He's a foreigner and a stranger!"

I stop crying but I couldn't help sniffling. I tried to turn around to see the kid who was comforting me and holding my hand. Before I saw the person's face, I immediately sat up in my bed and woke up, and looked around my bedroom.

"I see. I was-... just dreaming?" I said as my heart pounded a bit. "My memories are starting to warp. I know some of that happened, but who told me to stop crying that day?" I started to scratch my head. I was four in that dream but now I am twelve, and had been a little bit less than ten years since that visit to Japan. I looked around at what was my room; it was kind of bare since most of my stuff was packed. I was going to move to Hokkaido, Japan with the rest of the Vocaloids, to make a living out there. My plane was going to leave this night. I got out of bed, and fixed my covers. I walked over to the bathroom in my room, and took a hot shower. I used my raspberry shampoo, which smelled so good, and I lucky didn't get any in my eyes. I got out of the shower, and dried off my body with a towel, and my hair that started to curl up from being wet. I put on my robe, and plugged up my hair straightener. While I waited for it to get hot, I began painting my nails and toenails. I used nail hardener, and nail polish that kept them healthy, I never used colored nail polish because I couldn't resist scratching the color off. When the polish dried, I sat on the bath counter and used the now hot straightener on my afro hair. I hummed the tune from Two-Faced Lovers from start to finish. When I finished, I unplugged the straightener, and I brushed my hair.

"Man, my hair is so soft" I thought to myself. "The smell of raspberry is so great". I put on some clothes to lounge in. I then put everything away. I walked out of the bathroom, and walked to into the hallway. I walked around the house and saw pictures of Mama, Oliver, Ann, Al, and me. The one all of us thought was really cute was a picture of me and Oliver when we were both three. I was wearing Oliver's hat, and we were hugging each other and grinning at the camera. Oliver was hovering over me in the picture, because I was so short. When I was little I loved Oliver's sailor hat. I loved them so much, I now add berets with my outfit. I stitched on different berries, that I knew about, on them. My favorite was my raspberry beret and my strawberry one. Our hallway is filled with memories, and a ton of photos, I'm going to miss that. I looked at the picture of me and Oliver again. I noted that I was hugging onto Oliver awkwardly, because I was so short. I chuckled at how I was still kind of short.

"Ahh...I'm a lot taller than I was before though" I murmured to myself in Japanese. I felt someone, stroke my long hair.

"Ai-kun, I can't believe you're going to leave me too" mama said. "My loli-shota is going to leave me". I started to get emotional, I'm really attached to Mama.

"But I really don't want to leave you, mama" I said with my voice breaking.

"It's okay, Ashley, you'll be with new friends, and with your sister and brothers"

"What if the other Vocaloids make fun of me?" I asked, pulling her into a hug.

"You are an adorable little girl, with long pretty hair, why would they make fun of you?". When I was five, Oliver used to point out how my short curly hair made me look like a boy like him. I was so upset, that my mommy told me she would help me. Every night, I would hold still and let her brush my hair a hundred times. She would clip my hair, telling me that it would help. It did my hair now is a little bit past my waist now. I still looked like a shota though so, it didn't help.

"Thanks for the compliment, but I have the body of a boy" I told her. "I'm a flat-chested, flat-butted twelve-year-old girl". She let me go, and looked at me intently. "And since I work out, I look even more like a boy".

"And? The Japanese like the shotas. All it means that you are adorable as a boy or girl" she said with her signature mother's tone. I smiled. "Now, I want you to promise me, that you'll do your best to make at least one best friend, alright?"

"I promise to try my hardest, mama" I held out my pinkie and we swore.

"You know, I'm going to visit you. And I'll even come to see your first concert"

"Really? I'll make you proud, mama"

"You already have" she smiled at me.

"I'll go make breakfast. Go on and relax until it's ready" I said walking towards the kitchen. She walked towards her room. I walked back to my room and put on my white frilly apron, that Sweet Ann bought me. The apron was apart of the maid outfit that Sweet Ann bought me a couple years back. Big Al also bought me butler's outfit that same day.

"The loli-shota needs both outfit" I remembered the teen Al say. "Me and Ann saw this when we visited Europe with Oliver and we just had to buy it for you".

"Really?" I asked fulled with happiness.

"Go put on the maid outfit, serve me and Al tea and cookies, Ai-kun" the teenaged Ann said sweetly after Al.

"Alright" I said scurrying to change. They loved to make me do things like that, they took care of me hand and foot when I got super sick so, doing shota or loli things like for them wasn't a problem.

I walked back in the kitchen, and began cooking. I began flipping pancakes, and chopping fruit. In the middle of cooking I got a long distance call from Japan. I answered the phone.

"Hello? This is Ashuri-chan here" I said talking into the phone.

"Ai-kun! It's me, Oliver" my brother said.

"Good morning, scone" I said still cooking.

"Morning, muffin" he said back to the scone comment. "How are you?"

"Fine" I said I heard a knock on the other side. "Who is that?"

"I don't know, let me answer it"

* A/N: I was going to put in Len Kagamine POV's (I write the fanfiction on my Google Drive, but then I edit it on LibreOffice, complicated right?) in this chapter but I feel like if I did I would be spoiling you guys. So, who do you think comforted Ashuri-chan at the beginning? Oh yeah, I had another fanfiction about Len that was like hundred pages. A lot of people liked it but I don't feel it's up to par. In one chapter, I might put an excerpt from it and you guys decide if you want it up. You won't have to wait long for the next chapter. It's already done guys...It might be uploaded in like a sec after this one or in a day. So if you want more, you'll get nothing. Just kidding, you'll have more chappies in store. Like five long ones. I apologize for any spelling mistakes. I would have posted this sooner like in August 12, my birthday, but I kept looking over my mistakes, and had to do summer homework. Thanks for reading :D A question for you all: Where did I get the title from? I want to see if anyone can explain the title.