A/N: Alright, so I'm starting a new personal project. This "story" will be a collection of 100 one-shots, each focusing on a different Vocaloid pairing, and each either loosely or closely based off a song. This story will be updated daily (hopefully) until all 100 one-shots are complete. Now, the pairings I picked were absolutely random, so you'll see some very bizarre pair-ups. If you have any questions (either about what the heck this is or about the stories themselves), don't hesitate to ask! Oh also, before each chapter I'll note what pairing is in this chapter and the song and artist the chapter is based upon. Thanks if you read all this and I hope you enjoy!

Song: Ich bin Musik - Patrick Stanke

Couple: GakupoxNeru

"In conclusion, it can be said that cellphones have not only revolutionized the way we communicate, but they've also revolutionized the way in which we live. Thank you."

She gave a hasty nod of her head and tried her best to pull off a slight smile. She could tell already that it looked more like a scowl. Both her attempt at friendliness and her speech were met with soft, but most definitely not enthusiastic, applause.

"Thank you very much Neru," The professor said as she stood from her seat at her desk. Wasting no time, Neru scampered away from the lectern she was standing at and back to her seat in the back of the classroom.

"Well," The professor said as her eyes wandered to the clock hanging on the wall, "I thought we would have time to get through the rest of our speeches, but it looks like we'll have to finish them up next time. Class is dismissed."

As soon as those words were out of the professor's mouth, Neru scooped up her bag, yanked her cellphone from her pocket and practically bolted for the door. She always hated the stupid speech class she was required to take; why did she need to learn to speak well if she lived in the age of contact via technology?

"Stupid," She mumbled to herself as she flipped through the messages on her phone. She found nothing out of the ordinary: Haku was asking her where she had hidden her secret stash of alcohol, Gumi was being as obnoxious and bubbly as ever and Miku was telling her all about this outfit she saw in the mall that was just too adorable not to buy.

With a skillfully quick hand, she typed a reply to each before she shoved the phone back into her pocket. Her steps, which were already at a break-neck pace, sped up even further. Public speaking always put her in a bad mood.

At least she was heading to her secret haven to get away for a while.

As she continued to speed on her way, the tall, gray buildings of the college campus gave way to the green of trees and bushes. It only took her a few more minutes before she was surrounded completely by trees, but still she kept on her way.

It wasn't until she reached a clearing with a large stump in the middle that she stopped.

As she looked at the silent, undisturbed stump, she couldn't help but give the smallest, completely unstrained, smile. It was her haven to get away from it all.

Just to make sure, she pulled out her phone. Good, there was no connection; no one would be able to contact her until she wanted them to.

She quickly moved to the stump and sat down with a slight plop. Out of her bag, she produced a pad filled with blank sheet music and a stub of a pencil that was covered with teeth marks. She flipped through the first few pages which were filled with a combination of quickly scribbled notes and half-finished expression markings.

When she reached the first blank page, she closed her eyes for a moment and listened to the sound of the world around her. As she absorbed all the sounds of the world, she couldn't help but imagine what her friends would say if they knew of this little ritual of hers. She was known as the "technology junkie" of the group; the one that never went anywhere without her cellphone.

But the moments when Neru felt the most like herself was when she came to the forest, turned all the technology off and wrote the music she heard in the world. She wasn't required to wear a mask, she wasn't required to be a student or a friend or a responsible adult; she could just be Neru. She could be a girl that loved music more than anything in the world.

Of course, when she went back to the world of technology, reality set back in. She was a college student who had bills to pay and, as such, was on the career path to work in information technology. She knew that truly she wanted to be a musician, to be able to make music every day, but that wasn't nearly "logical" enough. Music didn't put food on the table, money did.

Neru shook her head violently to clear away the dark thoughts of reality. She had come to write music, not brood about reality. She opened her eyes and put her pencil to the paper.

Like always, she wrote with complete abandon. Every note was quickly followed by another as she hummed the tune she was writing under her breath. Occasionally she would scoff, scribble out what she had written, and restart the process once more. She became completely absorbed in the world of music playing out in her head.

"It would make more sense for you to make that note the fifth. It plays with your audience's expectations."

Neru jumped back in shock at the hand that had just jabbed into her paper and the voice that had rang in her ear. She felt the back of her head collide with the front of her attacker's face causing the person to swear loudly in surprise and pain. With a grim sense of satisfaction and a dull, throbbing pain in the back of her head, she jumped off the stump and turned to face her attacker.

She felt her eyes go wide in surprise at the young man that currently stood in front of her, cradling his nose and continuing to swear to himself.

"God dammit! Your head is like a ten pound weight!" He complained loudly as he gingerly touched his nose.

"It's your fault for sneaking up on me," She replied flatly as she narrowed her eyes.

"I didn't expect you to attack me like a banshee woman!"

"I just jerked back out of reflex! It was your fault for being so close!"

"Fine," The young man finally succeeded, "It's my fault. Do you forgive me?"

"No," She said as her frown deepened. There was no way she was going to forgive him. The young man standing in front of her was Gakupo and he was what she called one of the "pampered princes" of the music department. Everyone was just so in love with his talent and his charms that he could do no wrong. Every time Neru saw his face, it ticked her off. If she was honest with herself, she might have admitted that part of that hate sprang from the fact that he was chasing a dream she would never have the opportunity to chase.

Of course she would never be honest with herself.

"We've just met and you can't even forgive me? What kind of courtesy is that?" He asked as he crossed his arms across his chest.

"The kind you deserve."

"You don't even know me!"

"Gakupo Kamui, junior, double majoring in music and musical theater. You're in the top choir along with fronting a band known as Black Daydream. You're currently twenty-one years old, your favorite food is eggplant, after college you-"

"Alright, alright! So you know a lot about me. Does that mean you're a fan or something?"

"No, I'm just good with the internet. Now I'm leaving."

She moved quickly to grab a bag and was just about to sling it on her shoulder when she felt a hand grip her wrist. She spun around to find Gakupo looking at her with a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Now just hold on a minute," He said as his eyes glittered playfully, "You know all that stuff about me, I don't find it very fair that I know nothing about you."

"Then look it up on the internet," She replied, "That's what a 'normal' person would do."

"Yeah, but you see, I was never much good with the internet. I always liked talking better."

"Then too bad 'cause I'm not talking."

"Then I suppose you don't care what I do with this notebook of sheet music, right?" He asked as he held up the notebook in question with a wide grin on his face. Neru felt her blood boil as she realized for the first time that when she had stood up earlier, she had dropped the notebook on the stump.

"…Bastard," She said as she gave in and sat on the stump. She used all the body language she could to display just how pissed off she was.

"There, was that so hard?" He said as he took a seat next to her on the stump. Neru kept her mouth shut and kept glaring. She thought for a brief moment of snatching the notebook and running as fast as her legs could carry her, but Gakupo was careful to keep it far from her reach. This only made her anger simmer more.

"You know if you don't start talking you'll never get this back."

"You only said that you wanted to know stuff about me. I don't have to answer to your other idiotic whims."

"Oh, nice loophole, you'd make a good lawyer. Well I guess we should start with the basics then. Name, major, age, grade in school; all that good stuff."

"Neru Akita, information technology, twenty, sophomore," She answered through gritted teeth.

"I see, then how about bust, hip and waist size?"

Neru immediately stood up. She couldn't stand another minute with this idiot lecher. She didn't care anymore what happened to the notebook; he could publish it for the whole world to see.

"Hey I was just joking! Don't you have a sense of humor?" She heard him call from behind her. She ignored his words and continued storming out of the forest. Her day of tranquil music writing had been sorely ruined.

A note; a singular note rang out clear and strong in the forest glen.

She wanted to keep walking; she willed her feet to keep walking. But when it concerned music, her heart was in control, not her head.

The voice moved to another note and another. The strong, male voice carried the tune throughout the forest and, to Neru's ears, the song seemed to weave in and out of the trees, meshing perfectly with the nature that surrounded them.

The song only went on for a few seconds more before the voice cut off. It wasn't like there was any sort of resolution to the song; it just sort of ended.

Of course, that was because Neru hadn't written the ending to the song yet.

What Gakupo had been singing was the song she was writing.

"…You're right," She said, trying her best to keep her voice as hard as iron, "I should change that note to the fifth."

"See? I told you it would work better."

"Then give it back to me," She said as she spun around, her arm outstretched towards the older boy. Surprise showed on his face before it melted into a smile.

"You must think I'm really stupid. The minute I hand this back to you, you'll go running off and I'll never see you again."

"If you really want to find me, you could always use the internet."

"Ah, but the internet is so difficult to understand and use properly. I think I would need a good teacher to be able to find you."

"Good luck with that."

"Although…" He said with a sly grin.

Faster than Neru could calculate, the boy closed that gap between the two of them. When he spoke, his breath was as soft as a feather on her ear.

"You found so much information about me you must be amazing at it. Won't you be my teacher…Miss. Neru…"

In one swift movement, Neru grabbed the notebook from Gakupo's hands and back stepped several inches away from him. She gave a deep frown as she hugged the newly retrieved notebook to her chest.

"You smell like eggplants; that's disgusting."

With her message delivered, she spun on her heel and ran out of the forest as quickly as possible. A walk that took minutes earlier that day seemed to fly by in seconds. She only allowed her feet to slow when she reached the pavement of the real world once more. Still hugging her notebook tightly to her chest, she headed in the direction of her dorm.

But try as she might to shake Gakupo's voice loose from her head, it kept playing over and over. His voice just seemed to fit perfectly with the music she had made.

As her sneakers continued to slap against the pavement, she felt a hot blush begin to spread unbidden on her face. It wasn't until that very moment that she realized that the whole time she had been writing the song, she had been envisioning Gakupo's singing it.

She had been writing music for him.

In the place where she threw all the masks of the world away, when she allowed herself to be immersed in what she truly loved, she had been thinking of him. She had been composing for him.

"Stupid eggplant smelling pampered prince," She muttered darkly to herself as she continued to clutch her music notebook to her chest. But no matter how many times her head scolded her heart, she couldn't get her heart to stop fluttering in her chest and her cheeks to stop glowing red.

Tomorrow she would have to find a new spot to write music; that spot in the forest wasn't safe anymore. She would still be in the forest, she wouldn't give Gakupo the satisfaction of making her leave, but this time it would be somewhere far back and hidden, a place where no one could find her.

But as she began to climb the steps that lead to her dorm, she couldn't help but wonder how many times Gakupo had been in those woods and how well he knew them. A small part of her heart was whispering that maybe the place she picked shouldn't be too well hidden or too far back. Of course, that voice was quickly squashed by the reasonable voice in her mind.

"Stupid…" She muttered one more time for good measure before she shoved her music notebook in her backpack and headed back into reality where the mind spoke louder than the heart.

But she knew that tomorrow, she would head back to the forest; the place where her heart was the only thing she answered to; the place where she had been composing music for Gakupo.