Hi this is Frederic Marile! I decided to make yet another story, because there is something I have to say.

I AM OBSESSED WITH VOCALOID.

It's awesome!

So awesome, in fact, that I have to make a story out of it.

That's how awesome it is.

Now, one thing I have to say. There will only be seven of the actually Vocaloids in the story. Plus this story is how I think they would act if they didn't have careers as singers. This is my interpretation of them living normal lives. And for some reason they live in the same building. Figure that out. If you want to know which ones I'll be using, look at my profile at which singers are my favorites. You'll find it eventually…or you could just read the story.

I'm also estimating on how old I think they are.

And remember I don't own Vocaloid, although it would be incredibly cool if I did.

And without any further ado, let's get this party started!

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Miku trudged down the stairs from her bedroom to get some breakfast, her light blue hair waving in her peripheral vision and giving her a migraine. She didn't even want to know what time it was, because that would give her another reason to be angry with herself.

She had somehow fallen out of her full bed. She didn't know why or how, but she had landed with her forehead on the leg of her bedside table and her legs scraping the side of the bedstead. So now she had a bruised noggin, scratched legs, and an all around body ache for waking up so early.

And it was only because she woke so early that she didn't remember to run through the doorway to the kitchen instead of walking. Rin jumped out at her and gripped her waist. Len jumped out after and sprayed her face with pepper spray.

Len and Rin Kagamine were 14-year-old twins that would have been identical, except Len was a boy and Rin was a girl. They were otherwise almost exactly alike. They thought the same things, dressed the same (with masculine and feminine adjustments), and, much to Miku's chagrin, played the same pranks together. They were so immature for 14. They had taken to tricking Miku in the mornings when they knew she was tired so she couldn't do much to stop them.

The twins then shoved her to the carpet, giggling raucously. Miku made an effort to stand up but fell back down when Rin stepped on her foot. "We got you! We got you!" the twins laughed in the same high voice. Miku glared daggers at them.

"Why do you have to do this everyday?" she demanded, trying to stand up and succeeding this time.

"Because it's funny," Len answered, sneering at her. "You have no idea how funny it is when you come in all oblivious and we catch you like that…that's just great."

"You know what else is great?" Miku asked with a mocking smile.

"What?" the twins chimed.

"This," Miku said, hopping up and putting her hands around their necks, which were oddly skinny enough to put two hands around both of them. The twins struggled and cried out in fear.

"You know not to bother me when I'm in a bad mood!" Miku shouted. "You guys are-"

"What's going on?" another voice asked tiredly. Miku released her grip and let the twins fall to the ground. Rising from the couch was another girl wearing a signature orange nightgown; it was Meiko.

Meiko Sakine was a young woman who was practically the definition of neat. She was very obsessive about where everything went and how everything was planned. She was also something of a motherly figure to the twins, even though she was only sixteen years old. She often cared for and tended to them when they needed anything, which was one of the only reasons Miku tolerated her neatness-it kept them out of her hair most of the time.

But this wasn't one of those times. She walked gingerly over to the three and looked expectantly at them. Miku immediately pointed at the twins, but realized too late that the current situation made it look like she was torturing them. Meiko glared at her. "What are you doing to them?" she demanded.

"But they were-and he-and then she-"

"Whatever," the red-haired girl interrupted her. "Now, Len, Rin, are you hurt?"

The twins exchanged a devious glance.

"A little," Rin answered in a voice that bubbled with ache, but Meiko didn't seem to notice that it was completely fake. "Just my arm."

"And my head," Len added. "But we're okay. We played a tiny prank on Miku, so we might be the ones who should apologize."

Meiko looked back at Miku with a look that plainly said that she was ashamed of Miku. Miku bit her lip to refrain from saying anything, because anything she said would probably infuriate Meiko more. Those cretins…she'd have to get back at them sometime.

But that time couldn't be now, as Meiko, without even checking to see whether Rin's arm or Len's head were really hurt, was already ushering the twins into the restroom to "fix them up".

Miku listened to her mutter something about the anti-bacterial paste being in the wrong place before deciding to go back to the kitchen and get her breakfast she'd originally gone to get. Inside she saw the only person who could happily be awake at this hour, Kaito.

Kaito was particularly clueless. He was by no means old or stupid, but he often had a dazed look in his eyes, like he was thinking about something and couldn't see anything around him-he fell into ditches and curbs a lot. He was also a big morning person. He would often wake before everyone else and sometimes, when someone had to go somewhere in the morning, he would make everyone breakfast. Clearly he didn't feel like it today. But he could be funny sometimes-he could tell a great joke off the spur of the moment, and Miku respected him for that.

There he was, sitting at the table, downing a bowl of cereal. Miku hated breakfast cereal. It was too sugary for her, and it usually just didn't taste any good. So apparently she'd have to find something to make for herself that didn't require a lot of effort, and that tasted good with pepper spray because it was now falling off her face. Maybe she could have spicy rice.

It was only as she opened the cabinet to take out a bowl that Kaito noticed her. "Oh, Miku, there you are," he greeted her.

"What do you mean, here I am?" she asked. "You haven't seen me before this morning."

"Well, good morning, then, Mrs. Technicality," Kaito grumbled, earning a death glare from her. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bad today."

"Actually, no, someone fell out of the wrong side of the bed today," Miku snapped.

"Well then sit down, have some breakfast," Kaito advised. "You'll feel much better."

"Don't be so sure," Miku answered, taking out a bowl to put her rice in. Kaito smiled understandingly at her.

"The twins get you?" he asked. Miku nodded.

"Haven't you learned to just shrug them off?" Kaito asked. "If you don't act like they bug you, they'll stop."

"Easy for you to say," Miku replied, walking to the fridge and taking the box of rice of the top. "When you were my age, they were twelve and their pranks were stupid."

Kaito opened his mouth to argue, but then nodded. "That's true. Still, you shouldn't let them bring you down. It's bad for you."

"What, and suddenly you're this great philosopher who knows how people should act?" she asked, frustrated.

"Sorry Miku, but I can't give you more than that," Katio said sadly.

"That's okay," Miku assured him. "I just needed someone to vent my anger on, and I guess I just chose you. I'm sorry too."

"Don't worry about that." Kaito smiled.

Just as he finished his sentence, there was a knock on the door. "I'm home!" called a female voice from outside, the owner of which then opened the door and stepped inside.

"It's Luka!" Miku heard Len cry.

Luka Megurine was a 18-year-old girl who shared Miku's room. She was a bit annoying sometimes, especially when sometimes she read aloud, or listened to music at a really high volume…but Miku was okay living with her most of the time. She was very sweet, always willing to do any favors and listen to whatever anybody had to say. Up until now, she had been on a business trip. She worked for a music company that made CD players and headphones and all that jazz. Len also liked her a lot; in fact, looking out the kitchen door, Miku could see the boy running across the hall to the foyer to see her. She also heard Rin stifling a laugh.

"Hello, Len!" she greeted him, bending over and hugging him around the shoulders. "How is everyone?" she then addressed the rest of the house.

"Well, except for Gakupo, okay-ish," Kaito replied.

"What's wrong with Gakupo?" Luka asked.

"Nothing, he's just asleep."

"Not anymore, I'm not," another voice called.

Gakupo was the one of the group who couldn't be well described. He was proud yet mysterious; quiet yet outspoken; caring yet stern; and pretty much a mass of other contradictions. He could change moods within seconds, and he was generally rather strange. The only thing that Miku really couldn't stand sometimes was his purple ponytail hanging diagonally off one side of his hair. Gakupo was almost always indignant about this when she mentioned it, saying it was a Japanese tradition, but it only bugged her sometimes anyway.

Right now he was walking slowly over to the kitchen. "Thanks, Luka," he whined sarcastically. "I didn't exactly plan to be awake at 7:40 on a Saturday, you know."

"Neither did I," Miku snapped at him. "But you don't see me complaining."

"Actually, you were," Kaito reminded her. Miku shot him a look telling him to shut up.

"Okay Rin, I think your arm should be okay now," Gakupo said, leading the girl out of the bathroom. Rin had a quite oversized bandage over her shoulder where she had supposedly been hurt.

Because Miku always had to be the bad guy.

Sometimes on mornings like these, she wished she could die, just for one day, but then she would remember there were some who would miss her. That was a nice thought.

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And that's all for today. I know it's short, but that's just...yeah.

Anyway, since I don't really have anything else to say...

See ya!