A/N: Hi everyone! Just wanted to let you know a few things before you read this story. First, this is my first serious fan fiction story and I am not going to abandon it, so you have my sincere promise that I will finish it even if it takes years to do so (let's hope it doesn't!). Also I do not own any of the vocaloid characters or the song Cendrillon, only the writing is mine. Finally, just to clarify something; there are many ways to interpret the lyrics of some vocaloid songs and that includes this one. So this is one of my versions of the song Cendrillon, and if you see on my profile more than one story by the same name it is because I had multiple ideas for one song- there is the future possibility of more stories named Cendrillon by me in the future. So I guess that is it. Oh wait… Please, please, PLEASE r&r because I love to know what people think about my stories.

The sunlight streamed in through the windows in the servants quarters of the palace and Hatsune Miku opened her eyes to the glare. She shut them again quickly and covered her face with her arm. Getting out of bed, she went into the small storage room that served as a closet for her and the other servants. It was where they stored the pile of clean uniforms; light blue dresses that had an apron attached to the skirt in the front and white hems. She grabbed one and headed to the bathroom to change, and to put her hair into its signature pigtails. Staring into the mirror, she pretended that she was looking at a stranger. What she saw was a skinny, slightly short girl with light turquoise hair and eyes, an average face, and what technically is considered curves, but only by the slightest definition. She walked back into the servant quarters to see where she was to be assigned work in the palace for the next week. Along the way she passed her best friends in the world, Gumi and Luka. Pausing on her way she greeted them.

"Miku, thank goodness you're here! Gumi is having an emergency and you are a lot better with this stuff," Luka told her in a rushed tone. She looked at Gumi who was looking faint and she was almost positive that this 'emergency' had something to do with the Prince, his royal majesty Prince Kaito. Sighing, Miku turned to her green-haired friend.

"Gumi this better be pretty important because I have to get my assignment for this week. If I happen to get kitchen duty Cook will be serving me for dinner if I am late."

"This is the most important and amazing thing that has ever happened to me, EVER! So I was walking to the sleeping quarters last night right, and I hear the royal event coordinator talking to a strange assortment of our employers. So I peek around the corner and see Cook, the laundry woman, the head maid, that new guy they brought in last year from… well I can't remember but he is the head of cleaning, and all the other usual's. And I would have just turned around and headed back to my bunk but I heard them mention the prince," At this point Gumi blushed slightly and Miku rolled her eyes, but if Gumi noticed she kept quiet. "I decided to just, you know, sate my curiosity and hear what they were saying and they said that the prince's advisors are making all eligible young women go to this year's royal ball. And here I am going to skip forward a little bit because really, who needs all those silly little details, but basically the servants are required to come to the ball also as GUESTS! They want the prince to find a wife through this ball so all single ladies must come and celebrate at the royal ball the 234th year of peace on earth."

Miku must have looked puzzled because she was puzzled. Servants, come to the royal ball? The most prestigious and important event of the earthen year? Crazy. That was the only way she could describe it. But Gumi didn't embellish the truth, and she didn't try to fill in the gaps of things she didn't know so what she was saying must have actually been said. Someone must have specifically said that servants were to be present as guests. But the real question was why the prince, the world's most eligible bachelor, would be looking for a wife at the age of only 19.

"Why would the prince be looking for a wife? He is only 19 years old, and what is more is that most of the eligible women in this kingdom are teenagers. I mean really, you are going to tell me that Prince Kaito is going to go to the ball, take a look at a servant like for example Miku, who is only 16, and take her to be his bride? Come on, what are the chances the prince would even look at a servant girl as a real option for a wife? He will probably just end up getting one of those marriages which is just for show and politics and has no love whatsoever. No offense to anyone, I am just pointing out the overly obvious." Luka beat Miku to the punch, asking the exact question that was swirling around Miku's head. Why would he even consider looking at a servant girl? Luka found the most blunt and realistic way of asking the question on Miku's mind. That was one of the things that Miku loved about Luka. Despite being a servant, she had confidence in herself and was more than willing to offer you her opinion or the truth without you ever asking. Even the way she walked oozed with confidence, head up looking into the distance as if everything and everyone was beneath her, her pink hair being tossed over her shoulder. But she was still polite and kind despite her lack of sugar-coating.

Gumi was not even fazed by the harsh truth in Luka's words though. Her eyes bright, her short pixie-like hair framing her face, and the small grin that she often sported made Miku think that it would be hard for the prince not to mistake her for a noblewoman. Yes, Miku had no doubts about the prince finding her friends attractive and even worthy of his promise in matrimony, but Miku? Miku was nothing. Not pretty. Not noticeable. Not graceful, demure, confident. The only constant she could be counted on was her ability to seamlessly blend in, unnoticed and hidden from the prying eyes of the castle. So the words that Luka said really only applied to her. But Miku was not one to be bothered by this.

"Listen guys, I would love to discuss this amazing new development in Gumi's future relationship with His Majesty, but I really need to get my assignment," Miku said eyeing both of her friends with a look that clearly said if-you-make-me-late-to-whatever-my-job-is-I-will-make-you-regret-it. Luka and Gumi knew better than to hold her back, and so Miku was on her way. Along the way to the job listing board Miku couldn't help but think of the prince. He truly was handsome, with unruly blue hair and a face that made you content to just sit and stare at. He was the main spokesperson for the country's recently established 'Let's Get Fit' campaign, which was started out of the need to lower obesity rates, which caused him to have defined muscles and a six-pack, which Miku knew from when he went swimming once and she was a pool-side servant that week. What a great week that was, she thought to herself. She approached the board and scanned for her name. She should be getting one of the better jobs because people had started to notice how hard and good of a worker she was. Skimming the list she found her name.

Megurine Luka… Kitchen duty

Hatsune Miku… Personal servant to His Majesty, Crown Prince Kaito

Well speak of the devil.