Title: Purple and White

CH title: The beginning

Description: He always has loved purple and white together- and now he wants to see it happen. Watch as Gakupo and Piko go through crazy adventures at Vocaloid High; can their relationship withstand Haku's group of bullies? Will they be alright once Piko's mother finds out about them? Read on to find out!

A/N: ALWAYS READ THESE _ Important updated! _

So this is the first chapter… I'll get more up as soon as possible ^_^ I write as often as I can, between eating, sleeping, babysitting my 4 m/o sister twice a day and having somewhat of a social life. Also, I know Piko may seem a bit… Mary-sue, but he isn't like that all the time. It's complicated reasons, which you'll find out eventually, but he won't be like that for long. (But he is still super-sweet 3)

Disclaimers: I do not own these characters, only the storyline is mine. NOT AN ABUSE FIC, NOT A RAPE FIC. WARNING, YAOI AKA BOY ON BOY. RATED FOR A REASON, etc etc… This applies for all of my chapters, no more warning -_-

My eyes land on the small, pale boy. So small, but obviously smart. He pushes his black, rectangular eye-glasses up on his nose, flipping whatever book he's reading's page. His eyes, one green and one blue, are soft and gentle, and he looks as though he's never hurt a fly. His movements are slow and graceful, with an enchanting charm about it that draws me in. His lips part as he reads, moving them to the words even though he isn't speaking, and his lunch-tray is pushed aside on the red, rounded lunch-table where he sits alone.

I push away from my own table, taking my lunch tray- complete with eggplant-salad and chocolate milk with a side of sliced-apples- and go to his table. I set the tray down across from him, then sit, smiling as he looks up from the book. I hold my hand out to shake his hand, and he takes it, slightly startled by my sudden presence. His nails are painted white, and mine a light lavender. I've always loved those colors together, honestly. My own hair and eyes, being an identical purple (And kept in a long ponytail), and his being soft, straight and white, it looks very well together. I think so, anyway.

"Kamui Gakupo, but you can call me Gakupo-sempai, or whatever you'd like." I say to him. He smiles, closing the book and setting it on the table. I glance at the cover; The Evil Series- Book 2. That means he's read the first one, I guess.

"Utatane Piko, but my family calls me Piko-chan, and in middle-school they did too." He replies, taking the glasses from his face and folding them up, before laying them on the book.

"Nice to meet you. I've read that series, it's really good. You're a fan?"

"Yes. I've read them before, I just wanted to re-read them."

"I guess you read a lot then, to be ahead so many grades." I reply, smiling at him softly.

"It's only two grades, I'd be in 7th with my brother." He states, a light blush tinting his cheeks. His multi-colored eyes sparkle suddenly, and he looks at me as though he just realized something. "You're Yukari's older brother, aren't you? I take art with her."

"I am." I reply. "Are you friends with her?"

"I just transferred here from the middle-school three days ago. I'm not really friends with anyone here." He states a bit sadly. "I had to leave a lot of friends, but I still email them so it's alright."

"You can make a ton of friends here. Actually, do you want to sit with me at my usual table tomorrow? I'd suggest today, but I think if I get up again Kiyoteru-sensei will yell at me." I state.

"I- If you don't think anyone would mind… I don't want to trouble anyone."

"Of course not." This kid is so kind, the way he speaks, moves and even looks, it's impossible for anyone to not want him around. "I know for a fact Rin-chan and Teto-chan will love you."

A giggle escapes his lips. "That sounds great." He smiles, his eyes still sparkling. "What class do you have next?"

"Advanced Math." I state, rolling my eyes. "With Kiyoteru-sensei. And you?"

"Me too!" He exclaims, smiling happily. "Can we sit together?" He blushes, looking down at the table. "I mean, if you don't mind."

"I'd love to." I state. He seems to worry a lot, that he's imposing himself. Which is crazy, anyone in their right mind would love having him around. He's adorable for a 13 year old.

He looks relieved, smiling brightly at me, then starts on his lunch.

…

I've got to ask him, if I don't as now then someone else might. Kaito, maybe. The pervert; Piko wouldn't last five seconds against the blue boy's perversion, he already got to Len, the clueless little uke, and made him his own- in more than one way.

After wandering around, searching the classrooms, I finally find him in the library, sitting with his back against a bookshelf on the floor. He's reading the next book in the series already. When I find him, he looks up, he smiles, and I kneel down beside him.

"I was looking for you, I wanted to ask you something." We sat together during the next two classes, math and history, and talked until Kiyoteru-sensei caught us and threatened detention.

"S- Sure… What is it?" He asks, setting the book beside him on the floor. He's wearing his glasses again. I think they're cute on him.

"Do you like me?" I ask him softly. I need to remember that he's only 13, and that a 4-year difference, to him, is a big one. Not only that, but he probably hasn't dated anyone before, especially not another guy; I want to make it as easy as possible for him to say yes- because if he doesn't say yes, I'll have to change his mind.

"Sure, you're my first friend here." He says, looking slightly confused.

"No, I mean…" I sigh, reverting to elementary school for the moment. "Do you like-like me?"

His eyes grow wide, a hard blush covering his face. His lips part as if he's going to answer, but he doesn't say anything. I chuckle at the expression, resting a hand on top of his head. My purple nails against his white hair. It's as soft as it looks. "I- I don't know…"

"If I asked, would you go out with me?" I ask, and he lowers his eyes, smiling slightly.

"Well, I guess… Are… Are you asking me?" He stammers uncertainly, still smiling a bit.

I laugh. "You're totally clueless. Yes, I'm asking you out." More like innocent. He doesn't even get it yet, I had to tell him straight out.

He smiles suddenly, and we stand to our feet. He clutches the book to his chest. "Then yes, I'd love to go out with you."

"Do you need a ride home today?" I offer as we begin walking, out of the library and down the hall.

"I was just going to walk, I don't want to trouble you-"

"It's no trouble. I'm not going straight home anyway. Where do you live?"

"On Euesbee Road."

"That's on the way uptown, I can drop you off on the way."

"Thanks…" He says quietly, staring at the floor as we walk out the door. The air is chilly, the sky a light gray.

"Hey, Gaku-chan!" An irritatingly familiar voice calls, and I spin around to see Kaito running full-speed towards me. He jumps, throwing his arms around my neck in an attempt to tackle me to the ground, and the smaller, blue-eyed and blue-haired man only succeeds on hugging me.

"Call me 'Gaku-chan', or any other '-chan' again and I'll shove that ice-cream down your pants." I warn, shoving him off of me and motioning towards the blue salt-water ice cream in his hand. He holds it away defensively.

"Don't drag innocent ice-treats into this!" He feigns a pout, then snaps suddenly into serious-mode. "I actually wanted to ask you if you have plans this Christmas break." He says, and I shrug.

"I haven't made any yet, but tell me what's up and I'll see if I should make something up or not."

"How about you, and your little friend here," He potions to Piko, who looks up from the book in his hands, startled. He probably didn't even realize Kaito was here. "Come over to my house during break? I'm going all-out with a Christmas party, there's going to be a Secret Santa event, so everyone gets one gift for everyone going to be there, and wraps it in plain red paper, no bows, and puts it in a stocking with said person's name on it."

"That sounds like fun!" Piko breathes, hugging the now-closed book to his chest. "I've never been to a party like that." Has the kid ever been to any party before?

"Will Meiko-sempai be there?" I ask, crossing my arms. Meiko, no matter what kind of party, will always bring alcohol. I don't want anyone trying to pressure Piko into drinking- what the hell? Am I insane? I just met him. For all I know, he gets drunk on weekends. (Okay, I know he doesn't do that…)

"Probably. I'm inviting everyone. I can tell her to behave,"

"Who's Meiko-sempai?" Piko asks, touching my arm.

"She's a nice girl, but she drinks way too much." Kaito states bluntly, and Piko's eyes grow wide with surprise.

"She's only in high-school." He says, and Kaito laughs.

"You'd be surprised, what some of the people here are like." He kneels down, level with Piko. "What about you, do you have any fun?" He smirks. I kick him hard in the back of his head, sending him face-down on the pavement.

"Don't be a baka around my new boyfriend." I snap, taking Piko's hand in mine. Piko blushes hard, staring down at Kaito in surprise. Kaito doesn't move.

"What if you hurt him?" Piko asks, frowning.

"He's fine." I kick Kaito slightly in the side, and he jumps up quickly, pointing at me.

"I didn't know he was your boyfriend!" He exclaims, rubbing the back of his head. "That was un-called for!"

"See? He's okay." I tell Piko, smiling. Then, I turn to Kaito. "I'll be there, and if you want to go, Piko-chan, I'm sure I can take you."

"Sure, that would be great." Piko smiles, still however keeping his eyes uncertainly on Kaito, who's still grumbling about the kick to his head.

I tug his hand, and he follows me away from Kaito. "By the way, Kaito; Don't tell Yowane." I call behind me, and he grunts in understanding, still angry about the kick.

We reach my plain, lavender-colored car, and I open the passengers-side door for him. He smiles, climbing inside. I go around to the other side and start the car. "How long have you lived around here?" I ask, glancing at him as I pull out of the parking-lot.

"Since I was little. Since before my dad left." He says, staring absent-mindedly out the window. "Before that, we lived in Tokyo."

"I've never been there," I state, deciding not to ask about his dad. He didn't seem to be thinking about what he was saying. "But I've always wanted to go."

"Me and my mom go there once a year for a weekend, during summer. Maybe you could come." His voice is far away, he's not really here, not really listening, so I decide not to take him seriously.

"Sure." I reply, turning onto his road.

"This is my house," He states, and I stop the car. I dig out a pen and paper from somewhere in the car, and scrawl down my name.
"Here, call or message me any time, or send me an email. I've always got my phone on me." I state, handing him the paper. He takes it, smiling at me as he climbs out of the car.

"Thank you for the ride… I'll send you a message later." He states. Someone steps outside from his house, the same height as Piko, with the same hair, but light green and green eyes.

"Is it alright if I pick you up and take you to school tomorrow?" I ask, touching his arm to stop him as he turns to walk away.

"I'll have to ask my mom, I'll let you know." He says. "I- I hope so." He adds quickly. He turns around, shutting the door and walking up the driveway. "Hi, Ryuto. How was school?"

"It was fine." He replies, holding the door open for Piko. They go inside, and 'Ryuto' glances at me before shutting the door. They look so similar; they must be twins, or at least brothers, except for Ryuto's green hair.

I turn the radio up, and pull away from the curb.