That's right, I started a new story (because I am una perdedora que nunca termina nada, namely the two fanfics I have running). It's mostly Gakupo-centric, and I actually have no idea where this is going, since I went back and rewrote the chapter, changing the plot completely. Whoop-de-do. Title subject to change.

Summary: The famous Kamui Gakupo has just broken up with star Sakine Meiko, and after meeting a friend of hers whose name he does not yet know, he realizes how much he wants her back. He knows that this friend - Megurine Luka - is his ticket back to Meiko, but in order to convince Meiko he was wrong, he must find and befriend the mysterious pinkette. In the process, things change for everyone. Will Gakupo complete his two challenges?

From where I'm looking, it starts out as Gakupo x Meiko and will probably end up as Gakupo x Luka, and involves some Kiyoteru x Luka and possible some Kaito x Meiko. And Lily's here too! With no notable role as of yet.

Disclaimer: I don't own Vocaloid.

Three Obstacles, Two Challenges, and One Mind Game

Chapter One: A First Meeting

Kamui Gakupo could get any girl he damn well wanted.

He was wealthy, famous, handsome, charming, clever, polite – all of the two-syllable adjectives reserved for those of utmost importance. As clichéd as it was, the concept was simple: women wanted him, and men wanted to be him. With his stunning good looks and a voice with the ability to melt any listener (usually female), charming unsuspecting women was his greatest skill, his pleasure. He knew there existed women who managed to resist his charms (and that always perplexed him; he was perfect!), but he had made a game out of it – slowly and surely charming them – and he always won. And, contrary to popular belief, he was actually a pretty good boyfriend once he managed to capture a woman in his web.

Kamui Gakupo could get any girl he damn well wanted, and hell if he wasn't going to try.

It had been twenty-eight hours since he had broken up with fellow star Sakine Meiko.

She hadn't taken it very well. Or, at least, he thought so.

Instead of coming at him in a fit of blind rage or sobbing in a weak attempt to change his mind, she'd been eerily calm. He recognized that as the calm before the storm. And now, twenty-eight hours later, he was somewhat scared. And thirsty. And he had a headache.

Naturally, he headed into a bar.

As he realized upon entering, this was a bad idea for two reasons: it was Meiko's preferred bar and she would have had plenty of time to have gotten here and yelled at him upon recognition, and he had no idea where he was, having only been here once with Meiko, and having been fairly tipsy.

After scanning the premises, he took a seat at the bar, absentmindedly sitting next to someone with pink hair up in a bun. "That's unusual," he muttered – having long purple hair himself, he was being fairly hypocritical.

"What is?" an airy, calm yet slightly fluctuating voice asked. He quickly realized it was coming from Ms. Pinkette next to him and managed to dignify a response.

"Nothing." Clever, Gakupo, he thought.

"Oh." He watched her take a sip of the drink that had been placed in front of her, then saw her make a face. "Oh boy, this is strong."

He consequently took a drink of the mug that had been placed in front of him, that he did not remember ordering. "Hm. Not strong enough."

She eyed his drink, then shrugged. "Trade?" They traded drinks, satisfied with the result. Upon tasting the drink, he realized from its distinctive taste that it was Meiko's favorite.

"I guess she's not showing up," the pinkette muttered to herself, sighing. "She said to meet her here. And I wonder where the heck Lily is…"

"Were you expecting to meet someone here?" Gakupo asked. Lily? That sounds familiar. I wonder…

She nodded. "A friend. She just broke up with her boyfriend, some big shot. Then again, so is she…" Gakupo winced at the thought of the event that had taken place twenty-eight-and-a-half hours ago as she cleared her throat. "It's weird. I'd expect this place to be the first place she'd go, it being her preferred location—and why am I telling this to a stranger?" She rested her forehead in her hand, propped up on the bar, and smiled slightly, shaking her head.

He raised an eyebrow, thinking of how familiar this all sounded to him. "Actually, you seem familiar to me, for some reason," she added. "I don't think we've met before…?" she stated, her statement taking the shape of a question.

He chuckled. "I think I'd remember pink hair on a person." Actually, he did remember pink hair. On a person. In pictures. With Meiko, and another blonde woman.

Her eyes darted to his. "I wouldn't be talking there, eggplant-head," she replied, taking a sip of her drink. "You going to tell me your name?"

"I would have figured you'd know it." Huh. Meiko called me that when we first met.

"What would make you think that?"

He shook his head, clearing his previous suspicions. "It's Kamui Gakupo."

At the sound of his name, her sea blue eyes turned icy and cold. "You're Kamui Gakupo!" she blurted, both a revelation and a question. Ignoring the pairs of eyes that turned to look, she continued in a smooth monotone, "I'm sorry, I have somewhere to be."

"Wait-!" he called as she stood up and left after slapping down sufficient payment. Yeah, this girl is a friend of Meiko's. "At least tell me your name!" If I can find out who this girl is, he thought, maybe Meiko will talk to me again.

"That's not important," she replied, back turned. "What is important is that I have a friend with whom I need to be right now." With that, she walked out, leaving him sitting there and gaping, thinking about – there was no use denying it; he was thinking about Meiko, for the twelfth time in thirty minutes.

He needed her. He needed to get her back, one of his biggest challenges ever; he was notorious for never returning to a woman after ending it, and she was notorious for being one touch, spiteful cookie. He realized his ticket back to Meiko was through her mysterious pink-haired friend. He was going to find her and befriend her, no matter what – another challenge. And he didn't back down from a challenge – ever.

Like hell if he was going to give up.

I just hope that this will go somewhere. R&R, people.