What I Can't Say

by pyrexprodigy

Hatsune Miku is a lonely, hurt girl who struggles with events in her past. Kagamine Len is her complete opposite, but somehow the two must learn to work together to get what they need. For Miku, it's the return of her cell phone, which Len has stolen. But what could Len's intentions be? And are they changing as the two grow closer? Complete.

1. Chapter 1

Hello, people reading this story! Before you start, I have a few warnings. These include:

-mentioned/suggested yuri/shoujo ai

-mentioned/suggested yaoi/shonen ai

-pairings you may or may not like

-a certain cross-dressing Vocaloid male

-cursing

-a lazy author

And here are some of the pairings that may be suggested in future (whether they actually start dating or not):

-LenxMiku

-PikoxMiku

-RinxPiko

-ReixGumi

-KaitoxMiku

-TetoxEveryone

I also do not own Vocaloid or pretty much anything that has to do with Vocaloid.

Enjoy!

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"Love has a funny way of working ya into its grand scheme. Whether ya like it or not, it knows where to put ya. Don't go trying to change what isn't in your control"

These words of wisdom were delivered to a young Hatsune Miku by a drunken stranger well before she could ever understand what they meant. At the time, the woman who told her this seemed rather angelic, almost to the point seven-year-old Miku actually believed her to be one. An angel, that is. What with her long, silky hair the color of rich silver and her delicate frame, she was insanely pretty. However, the poor woman was actually drunk off her ass, something Miku came to realize as she gradually matured. Even after nine years, Miku was able to remember these words given to her by a woman with sake earrings (Miku should have realized the woman's love for alcohol earlier). They were an important part of her, much like the twin tails on her head and her love for leeks. When her first boyfriend broke up with her, she had to admit she was devastated. However, she remembered these words, and decided maybe it wasn't such a bad thing. After all, he was kind of an idiot. An idiot with an obsession weirder than leeks. Who cared if he was stunningly handsome and one of the most famous idols ever? She certainly didn't. In the end, the two of them became friends and were happy enough. Of course, a happily ever after don't happen on the first page of a story. What could possibly happen to make Hatsune Miku's weird life take a turn for the absolute, insane worst? It would have to be something monumental. And it was. Its name was Kagamine Len.

When Miku thought about it, she could straight up blame everything on a certain angry little pain-in-the-butt named Akita Neru. If the blonde hadn't dragged her shopping, maybe such an odd encountered would have never happened. Neru was about as irritating as it got, so Miku had no problem blaming her.

Akita Neru was one of the school's most famous girls. "Popular" was not the right word, since she was too much of a tomboy to be stereotyped as one of those popular girls. However, nearly everyone knew who she was, mainly because of her temper. Few people could deal with the temper that girl had. Whether she was born with such a hot head or it developed over time, no one knew. One thing was sure though; if Miku was faced with an angry bull or an angry Neru, she'd pick the bull. She'd hate to admit this to anyone, since the girl was at least three or so inches shorter than Miku's glorious height of five foot three, and even someone like Miku could take her down in a fair fight, but Neru didn't "fight" like normal people. Not only was she a troll (a good one), she could probably hack whatever she wanted. Despite the girl's bad (make that horrible) attitude, her daily death threats to numerous people and her antisocial tendencies, Neru was a girl everyone could find something to like about her. Maybe it was just Miku being narrow minded, but she honestly didn't understand the girl's appeal, or how her two best friends had managed to stick with her so long.

In general, Miku didn't like any of the three girls. She already explained why Neru was so annoying, but the other two were annoying in totally different ways. Kasane Teto, aka the Insane Glomping Stalker Maniac, had a tendency to cling to Miku like some sort of bothersome parasite, often declaring her eternal love to the easily annoyed (straight) Miku. When this happened, Miku either blushed insanely or shoved Teto away and hid behind a book, playing the "If I can't see you, you can't see me" game. The other girl, Megpoid Megumi, wasn't too bad, but her shyness was beyond anything Miku had ever encountered. She remembered, on the first day, the green-haired girl had been too terrified to introduce herself by coming up to the front of the room, and Teto had followed her up to help. The pigtailed girl could quote the drill-haired girl word for painful word.

"Hey, everyone! Since Goomi-oomi is too shy, the amazing Kasane Teto-sama will help her!" At this point, Gumi was blushing bright red and shaking like crazy. "This is my best friend in the entire world who I love more than life. Her name is Megpoid Megumi. Weird name, right? Anyway, she's super shy and smart and sometimes she sleeps with a carrot plushy since she loves carrots. She can also speak fluent English! She'd make a really good girlfriend, but she's mine, so stay away!" Which was when Teto glomped Gumi with the force of a train. Later, Miku learned she preferred being called "Gumi," hence the nickname "Goomi-oomi". Needless to say, her first day of high school was pretty weird.

Miku supposed she liked Gumi well enough, but in her opinion the girl was much too shy. She couldn't stand up for herself, let alone anyone else, and was often dragged through Neru's and Teto's schemes like a rag doll. However, Miku was always involved with said schemes much in the same way Gumi was and she never managed to stand up for herself. Pot calling the kettle black much?

At her current place in time, Miku could say they were involved with some sort of scheme, although whatever it was, Miku couldn't tell. All she knew was she was stuck in a large clothing store in a mall next to a silent Gumi. Neru and Teto were running around like maniacs, trying on clothes and tossing their finds at Miku, who had recently changed from a human to a pack mule. See, in their little group, Miku was kind of, well… the bitch. She couldn't exactly remember how she had become the bitch, but ever since her first interaction with Akita Neru, she had been placed in her circle of friends in order to do whatever Queen Neru didn't want to. It honestly wasn't that bad. The three people she was in charge of following and basically serving were good people at heart, even if they got on her nerves. Why she, a delinquent-turned-goody-two-shoes, put up with this, she didn't understand. But having partial friends was better than getting bullied, like she had in middle school.

"Yo, Hatsune-san," Neru greeted as she came up to the weighed-down girl, "Mind getting us some smoothies? I'm starting to crave some sugar."

Teto came bouncing up with another shirt or two. "Oh, good idea, Ru-chan!"

Neru rolled her eyes. "The last thing you need is sugar," Neru told the beaming lunatic, "Whatever. Here, Hatsune-san. Use this money to buy us some."

Miku nodded, and set the clothes she had been brought to carry next to Gumi. She didn't need them to tell her their orders. They did this to her enough she already knew what to get.

The girl arrived at the food court in a little under five minutes. She had gotten a little distracted by a sale on shoes, but it didn't keep her long. A waiting Neru was a dangerous Neru. Because of this, Miku did her best to hurry.

"An orange hazelnut smoothie, a strawberry peach smoothie and a cherry smoothie, please," Miku requested once the short line had moved her up to the counter. She slid the money across the countered and waited while the girl behind the counter prepared the drinks. Miku avoided looking at the sweets on the menu, knowing she would crave them if she did. Miku wasn't exactly good at controlling herself when it came to food.

"Thank you," Miku told the girl, and then swiftly turned around. This was a mistake on her part, as she promptly smashed into a slightly taller girl, spilling Gumi's cherry smoothie all down the front of her jacket.

"Oh-" Miku began, and cut herself off, "W-well, ah…" Even a girl like Miku would be embarrassed about this. Not only had she spilled a staining liquid onto a total stranger, said stranger's jacket was soaked. And it was snowing outside. God, Miku could really be a clumsy idiot at times.

The girl, a rather cute blonde with beautiful cerulean eyes, glanced first at her jacket, then to the half-empty cup of smoothie, and finally to Miku's pale face, which clearly read Please don't kill me. Her hair was held in two pigtails, like Miku's, but her blonde hair was much shorter, and created a very cute image.

"I'm very sorry!" Miku exclaimed, and bowed slightly, "I'm afraid I wasn't paying enough attention." Such a loud exclamation was bound to attract unwanted eyes their way, but Miku knew it was the best she could do. Apologies weren't exactly her forte.

A gentle hand was placed on her should, and Miku raised her green eyes to meet the girl's blue ones. Blue like a calm summer sky. Blue like the gentlest waves in the ocean. Blue like a certain famous idol who was now her ex…

Miku blushed at the thought of her ex-boyfriend, and the blonde girl smiled gently. "It's fine. No major harm done, right?"

Miku stood up straight again, feeling stupid for bowing. Her other drinks could have spilled, for God's sake!

"Are you sure? Y-you're jacket… It looks pretty soaked. Won't you be cold when you finally have to go outside?" Miku asked, staring at the red stain that lay across the light blue material.

"I can handle it."

"It's my fault. I'd feel guilty if you got too cold or something so… s-so, I can lend you my jacket," Miku offered straining the lid back on the remainder of Gumi's cherry smoothie.

The blonde examined her for a moment. Miku grew uncomfortable under her gaze, and avoided eye contact by any possible means. This meant staring about two feet to the blond girl's left, at an empty chair.

"Okay," the blonde agreed. Miku blinked, set her cups down, and slid off her jacket. Maybe she would share Teto's insanely large winter coat or something. The drill haired girl would be quite willing, even if Miku wasn't.

To Miku's surprise, her jacket was slightly too big for the girl, especially in the, ah… chest area. Actually, as far as Miku could tell, this girl was totally flat-chested. Not like she was trying to look or anything. It was just something she noticed.

"I'll return the jacket if I ever see you again," the girl told Miku, smiling brightly. Miku nodded, and as the girl left, she knew she would probably have to buy a new jacket.

The next day was a Thursday, and Miku found herself almost completely forgetting her encountered with the blonde at the mall. Her thoughts were mainly filled with Teto, since the girl was currently doing all she could to drive Miku batty.

"Hey, Hatsune-saaaan! Guess what?" Teto bounced happily, much like a puppy would. Or possibly a child with too much sugar in their system. Either way, the description worked.

"Yes, Kasane-san?" Miku asked. Great. Her free period, the only time she got to relax a bit, was being invaded by this lunatic. Gumi sat helplessly in the seat behind Miku, watching the two girls silently.

"I fell asleep in our last class! Lily-san had to throw a pencil at me," Teto happily explained, like falling asleep and being attacked by a pencil were good things. "I didn't understand the lesson at all. Math is the most boringest thing in the world."

"It's 'most boring', Teto-chan," Gumi informed the perky girl in her light, shy voice. Teto waved away the correction.

"Teto doesn't care!" the girl replied, as she often did when Gumi corrected her. "Oh, but Hatsune-san took excellent notes! Look at the neatness! No wonder you get good grades!" Teto had stolen Miku's teal notebook and, against the girl's wishes, began to skim through it. "Wow! You have super pretty handwriting, Hatsune-san! How'd you get all of this?

"Eh, Teto-chan! Stop flattering her and ask for the notes already!" a tall, blonde girl who sat behind Teto named Lily happened to be passing by, and commented quite loudly. Miku didn't know the girl very well, but she was a bit self-absorbed and was always messing with her long, blonde hair. She was pretty, and seemed smart, as she was twentieth in the class. Mind you, this was out the entire tenth grade, a grand total of 300 or so students, at least. Twentieth was pretty damn good.

"Lily-chan ruined the surprise!" Teto pouted.

"Oh, please. A deaf Chihuahua could've guessed," Lily's blue eyes met the ceiling as she rolled them at Teto's stupidity.

Teto ignored the girl's comment, and instead turned large red eyes on Miku. "So can I, Hatsune-san?"

Miku found it weird that Neru, Teto and Gumi still called her by her last name. Even though they weren't technically friends, what with Miku's status of "slave", they had all been going to the same high school for two or so years now. Miku vaguely remembered Gumi from her middle school days, and the two of them had even been in the same class at one point This always caused Miku some confusion, since the other three girls still acted like this was their first month of high school and they didn't know each other.

"Um," Miku started after being pulled into her own, private thoughts, "O-okay. Sure."

Teto clapped her hands together. A very childish sign of happiness. "Yay! Thank you so much, Hatsune-san!" Miku couldn't help a small smile staining her lips; Teto was a five-year-old in a sixteen-year-olds body.

"But why didn't you ask Megpoid-san? She gets better grades than me." It was true; Gumi was the first in the class, six spaces ahead of Miku and probably at least fifty ahead of Teto, who constantly fell asleep in class. The green-haired girl was amazingly intelligent, always taking on extra credit and in all advanced classes. Miku had to admit, Gumi was an impressive person.

Teto stopped bouncing around and a serious expression crossed her face. The drill-haired girl leaned in and whispered, in a tone of seriousness that didn't fit her at all, "Gumi-chan has horrible handwriting."

"Even worse than Neru-chan's," Gumi sadly agreed. The girl was surprised into a blush as Teto attacked her from behind and hugged her.

"But we still love Gumi-chan!" Teto happily reassured the girl. Was she bipolar or something?

"Excuse me, Hatsune-san," a tall girl tapped Miku on the shoulder, and Miku glanced up. She quickly stood as she realized the girl before her was Megurine Luka, an eleventh grader with a status close to that of an idol. Although she wasn't the smartest person, Megurine Luka had a commanding presence, probably from her years of acting. Miku had seen her in at least three school plays, and even in a commercial. She was a strong young woman with a passion for reading and cooking. These were all things people at Miku's school knew. Megurine Luka was even worshipped by certain students, giving her insane popularity. Even the twelfth-graders respected her.

"O-oh. Hello, Megurine-sempai," Miku greeted, quietly. Megurine Luka was very pretty up close. She smelled like… lilies. That was the smell.

"The office sent me. You have a guest waiting for you," Luka informed her, calmly playing with a strand of her long, pale pink hair, a habit many people found cute.

"Thank you, Sempai," Miku replied, standing up. She nearly fell over again as Teto tackled her.

"Noooo! Hatsune-saaan!" Teto complained, nuzzling into Miku's chest and making the annoyed girl blush. Luka eyed the younger girls, and muttered something along the lines of, "Yuri…"

"Enough, Kasane-san," Miku pulled the girl off her and kept her at arm's length, and a pout appeared on Teto's face.

"What Megurine-sempai must've thought," Gumi murmured as the older girl slipped away, not a second glance gracing the three of them. Teto's complaining had distracted Miku so much; she hadn't noticed the girl leaving.

"But I don't want Hatsune-san to go! We never see her enough!" Teto whined.

Miku suppressed a natural eye-roll. Some of her rude delinquent side was left in her, after all. "Kasane-san, don't be like that. I-I promise, I'll be right back."

This was when Miku decided to leave, shooting Gumi a smile that read Good luck. Gumi, all alone with Teto. Oh, the fun they would have. Miku grinned; just because she refrained from sarcasm and acted like a perfect little girl around other people didn't mean she had to in her thoughts as well.

Once she had reached the front office, Miku opened the door and glanced around the bright room. On one wall, five chairs sat in a row, facing the main desk. A boy with silver hair sat alone in a chair to the far right, a positively bored expression set across his features. Miku's heart leapt ever so slightly as his eyes met hers. This was Utatane Piko, a long-time friend of Miku's and the boy she had a small crush on. Miku saw him smile in greeting, but also noticed his bruised eye and the dried blood around his nose. No doubt the idiot had gotten into another fight. Nevertheless, Miku smiled happily back.

Miku crossed the room to the main desk, where a young brunette woman sat sorting papers. She had stern red eyes focused on Piko, who was most likely waiting for a punishment after his fight.

"E-excuse me. I-I'm Hatsune Miku. Was there a visitor for me?" she politely asked, keeping her (fake) stutter to a minimum.

The woman glanced up at Miku, her eyes softening, "You just missed her, Hatsune-san. She left you that jacket, though." The woman gestured to the mound of fabric in front of her, which lay in a heap on the desk.

"Oh. Thank you," Miku replied scooping up the jacket and folding it under her arm.

"This note, as well," the woman added as she held up a folded piece of paper. Miku took it and thanked her once again. On her way out, she stuck her tongue out at Piko, who in turn crossed his multi-colored eyes at her playfully.

Once in the hall, she unfolded the note carefully and stared down at the delicate, pretty writing. It read:

Dear Hatsune-san,

Honestly, who leaves their cell phone in a borrowed

jacket? You must be a really hopeless girl. But since

I'm a good person, I'll return it to you. How about you

meet me outside your school today when your classes

are over? Then I'll give the cell phone back to you. All

I ask is one little favor, which will be revealed at our meeting.

Bye-bye, Mi-chan!

Kagine Lin

Miku was pretty sure her face was bright red. With anger, not embarrassment. This girl, this Kagine Lin, had some nerve saying these things about her as if she knew Miku at all. It was just rude to pass judgment on people you didn't know. Although Miku had to admit, this girl had a point. She could be pretty hopeless when it came to losing things. Most teens would remember their cell phones, especially a certain girl named Akita Neru.

"God dammit," Miku let the words slip, and if she had been around anyone, her reputation might've been a bit damaged. A girl like Miku didn't use words like that. She could imagine steam pouring from her ears, like something out of a cartoon.

She didn't really have a choice. There was no way she could afford another phone. And getting a part time job was, well, just not an option. She doubted the school would approve, and her studies would certainly take a pounding if she took up a job.

When the final bell rang at the end of the day, Miku gathered her textbooks together quickly before Teto could attack her and Neru could give her a weird command, a favorite pastime of the blonde. She slipped between people, aided by her short stature and her slim figure. A few feet in front of the door, she broke into a sprint and bolted into the cold air outside. Her lungs stung as she inhaled it down into her core, and then breathed out in satisfaction. She tightened her coat around her, shoving her gloved hands into her pockets. She reached the gates at 2:35; five minutes after the bell had released her. A girl stood outside the gate, her eyes following Miku like an animal. The girl was familiar and a lot less attractive with a solid glare fixed to her features.

"Took you long enough," the girl commented, brushing her blonde bangs out of her eyes.

"I-I'm sorry," Miku murmured, trying to keep up her shy act as her blood slowly began to boil.

"Drop it, chick. I'm not stupid," the girl replied. Miku ignored her "advice" and continued to stare at her with wide eyes, like an innocent child. "Fine, whatever. I'll just introduce myself," the blonde smiled, but this was a cold smile. Miku didn't like the look of it in the least. "I'm Kagine Lin, a student at Sakura Academy."

Miku stayed silent, so Lin picked up her end of the conversation. "And you're Hatsune Miku, the hopeless girl who lost her phone."

This made Miku's features deepen into a scowl. "Shut up already. I'm here so tell me what the hell you want and give me my cell phone back, you pain."

Lin let out a light, airy laugh. "You're a pretty good actress, I'll give you that." Then she coughed lightly to clear her thought. Even that sounded elegant. "Okay, so here's what I want. Set me up on a date with Shion Kaito and you can have your phone back. But," she winked in a very irritating way, like an anime girl might, "If you don't, I'm not giving the phone back."

It was Miku's turn to laugh. Lin stared as she let loose and doubled over, giggles erupting from her like lava from an active volcano. "Geeze, that's more pathetic than anything I've ever encountered. You're just some common fangirl, huh? That's priceless!" Lin scowled, but Miku couldn't see through eyes swimming with tears of laughter. Eventually, Miku calmed down and looked Lin straight in the eye, a frown replacing her laughter.

"Sorry, but I can't help you," Miku firmly replied, "Shion Kaito isn't your type."

Lin glared, and snapped, "What do you mean, not my type?"

"Frankly, he doesn't really like girls. Or random strangers. Or fangirls, either. You seem to fit all categories," Miku informed the girl, coldly. To her surprise, and slight annoyance, a grin that read I win spread across Lin's delicate face. The sight made her skin crawl for various reasons. One; a person like this Kagine Lin character was not supposed to win. Two; Miku hated losing. She also hated being kept in the dark. Both of these things seemed to be happening. Three; anything involving Shion Kaito and a fangirl was going to come back and bite her in the rear.

"Oh, it's really too bad then. Even a boy like me doesn't stand a chance, then," Lin sighed dramatically. Now, Miku had never been the most attentive person, but the strange girl had just called herself a boy, right? Right?

"Oh, yes, Hatsune-san. You've heard me correctly," the 'girl' smiled. The smile was smug, arrogant, an expression Miku interpreted as 'in your face, bitch'.

Miku blinked in confusion, and proceeded to scowl deeply, angry green eyes piercing her acquaintance. Lin visibly shivered at the glare, something 'she' greatly regretted. Although, admittedly, Miku had one hell of a glare.

"Fanboys? You think I haven't dealt with your sort before?" she spat, placing her right hand on her hip and narrowing her eyes. The very picture of teenage irritation. "Alright, so the ones I've dealt with might not have gone quite so 'all out' with their obsessions, but honestly I'm sure I'll have you gone in a week, no problem."

Lin's smug grin remained. "Believe me, if anyone can win Shion Kaito's heart, it will be me."

"I'm not letting you anywhere near him. And if you know what's good for you, you'll stay away from him," Miku threatened.

Suddenly, her cellphone was right under her nose as Lin waved it about. The plastic case almost hit her in the mouth as she jumped back to avoid the cellphone-turned-hostage. In irritation, she dropped her bag, and went to grab the phone, but missed. She almost fell unceremoniously to the concrete of the sidewalk below, but managed to catch her balance just enough to hop to a standstill. It didn't look very respectable, but at least she saved herself from scraped knees.

"I seem to have the upper hand," Lin stated as he held the phone above his head. Although he was short, the cross dressing irritation was a good three inches taller than Miku, which she had failed to notice before.

"I hate you already," Miku spat, her eyes deadly and sharp. She adjusted her bag, letting it hand from her elbow as she crossed her arms. Lin laughed at the shorter female, smoothing down a strand of misplaced blonde hair that the wind had sent flying.

"Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer," was the reply Miku was offered. Her scowled deepened into a sneer and she turned her back on Lin.

"Shut up and follow me. If we're going to talk, we're not doing it in this hellish cold," the girl snapped, buttoning her coat up a bit further. The mildly surprised Lin watched, blinking, as Miku walked about ten feet away, and then turned back around sharply.

"Are you an ice sculpture or just slow?" Miku demanded in irritation.