A/N : So, I'm back from vacation, and though I really have no idea what to do with my multi-chapter stories, I heard this song from Blink 182, and it got me thinking of one-shot ideas... Also, this could be considered an AU?
Disclaimer : I own neither Vocaloid nor the song.
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What's My Age Again?:
The smell of cologne tainted the air of Kamui Gakupo's small apartment as he prepared for his date. While the man didn't really understand why he had to do all this prep-work—getting dressed, looking damn good in his button down shirt and dark slacks—he's been after this girl for what seemed like forever, and she finally agreed to go out with him. Therefore, he had to make this particular Friday night special.
Except, he just hoped that he would be home in time for 11:00 P.M., because there was a program on he really wanted to see.
He shrugged the thought off before grabbing his car keys, ready to go pick up his date.
Gakupo grinned at the thought, letting his mind wander to when he met the girl for the first time.
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"Hey, Gakupo," his best friend Mergurine Luka started one day when he had visited her at her home. The two were sitting at her kitchen table, eating tuna, which Gakupo didn't necessarily like, but put up with because it was her favorite food. "Do you want to hang out with me and Miku today?"
Immediately, his characteristically perverted grin had all but split his face in two. "Does this mean I'll be getting a free show?" he answered suggestively.
The pink-haired woman that he knew for years had glared at him, launching out her foot to give him a swift kick under the table to his shin. It throbbed, but he knew he deserved it. After all, Luka was still sensitive with her new relationship with the teal-haired girl. Nevertheless, Gakupo was happy for her. In all the years he had known her, he'd never seen her so happy with someone. He liked to think of himself as their biggest supporter.
"You're an idiot," she sighed. "I don't know why I hang out with you."
He put a hand to his heart and pouted at her. "Breaking my heart over here, Luka," he replied melodramatically.
She threatened, "Don't make me kick you again," and he shut up, because he was curious about being invited to an outing with his friend's lover that he had only met once. "As I was saying," she continued begrudgingly, "Miku's friend moved to town recently, and she wants to introduce her to people and show her around a little bit. The more the merrier, right?"
Gakupo thought on this for a moment. "This isn't a blind date, is it?" he asked slowly. His last blind date had gone horribly, horribly wrong. Since when did his sister, Gumi, figure he liked guys, anyway?
Luka spoke, breaking him out of his revere. "Sort of. It was Miku's idea, anyway. But you'll love her friend, really. Miku thinks you'll be great together."
Before Gakupo could find a way to politely decline without being beaten again, the doorbell rang and Luka stood up. "Thanks for agreeing," she said, walking towards the entryway.
"Hey!" the purple-haired man called after her, "I didn't agree to anything!"
When she didn't respond, he figured he was being ignored, and dashed after her down the hall, only stopping when he noticed the three females in the doorway.
Luka was there, of course, along with a girl an inch or two shorter than her with long, teal hair that was kept in two twin-tails. That was her girlfriend, Hatsune Miku, he knew. She had her hands placed on the shoulders of an really, really tiny girl with short blonde hair and big blue eyes. She wore a large, somewhat childish bow atop her head, a band T-shirt covered her skinny frame, and Jesus, could her skirt get any shorter? He just may have developed a new love for long legs. The small girl smiled at Luka as they shook hands.
Was that his blind date? I owe you one, Miku.
He put on the most charming smile he could muster, smoothed his hair back with his right hand and straightened his back. He was suave and cool and the epitome of manliness. No way will this girl resist him—
"Aw, c'mon, Miku, really? Did you seriously try and set me up again?"
All previous confidence Gakupo had previously built up went flying out the window as the voice like wind-chimes reached his ears.
He heard Miku give an embarrassed laugh. "W-Well, Rin..."
The blonde who's name was apparently Rin sniffed haughtily in his direction. "Geez, could you have picked anyone more flamboyant? He looks more girly than I do."
G-Girly? Flamboyant?
He vaguely wondered which god he pissed off to deserve this.
Either way, on that day forward, he was determined to have this little pixie. He would show this Rin that he was a damn awesome bastard, and he wouldn't take no for an answer!
Feeling irritation boil up in his blood, he crossed his arms, glaring at her. "Yeah, well," he began lamely, "I-I don't do jail-bait, anyway. What're you, like, thirteen? Fourteen?"
She scowled right back before breaking out of Miku's grasp and ignoring the tealette's protests, marching right up to him, gripping the front of his shirt and pulling him down to her level, causing him to have to bend at the waist. They were nose to nose, and, for a moment, he forgot that they had insulted one another and thought she'd kiss him. Instead, she growled, "I'm eighteen, ass-hat." Then, she did kiss him, roughly and precisely. So, distracted as he was by this tiny girl who happened to know how to do amazing things with that mouth of hers, he didn't notice when she shifted her lower body.
And then proceeded to knee him. Between the legs. Hard.
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In his car, Gakupo sighed as the memory gradually faded away. Miku didn't bother to tell him that Rin had complexity issues with being reminded how "young and adorable!" she looked until many bruises and days after
However, Gakupo had already become strangely infatuated with her confusing character, and even more determined to make her his. After that, it had taken a month, but after much persistence and coaxing on his part, the feisty Kagamine Rin had enthusiastically agreed to give him a shot three days ago.
Okay, maybe it wasn't so much enthusiasm. She'd said, "God dammit. If I just say yes, will you leave me alone?" But, whatever. Gakupo would take what he could get.
...Why did she have to be so damn difficult, anyway? No one that small and that attractive should be able to be that irritating and stubborn. It went against the laws of nature.
Gradually, Gakupo pulled up to the tiny house that Rin apparently shared with her twin brother. He hadn't met the boy, yet, but Rin said they looked exactly alike, except she was the "more awesome" one of the two.
Like the gentleman only he thought he was, he parked the car in the empty space by her house and journeyed up the walkway, knocking on the door once he got there. A boy answered the door who looked exactly like Rin—feminine, child-like, skinny, blonde with blue eyes. Gakupo assumed this was her brother.
The Rin-look-alike looked him up and down. What was with the Kagamine's and making people feel immediately uncomfortable. "Can I help you?" he asked. Even his voice sounded like his sister's, except the slightest bit deeper.
But the moment after, Gakupo's ineligible to speak because Rin appeared next to her brother and, for once, she's not wearing that stupid, kiddish ribbon and her hair is all wavy and soft and he really wants to touch it. She has make-up on, and while she'd damn attractive without it, it makes her seem even more surreal. Also, she's wearing a short, dark orange dress with white, high heels and all of it's enough to make him drool.
"Move it, Len," she says to the boy in the doorway, elbowing him for good measure.
In response, Len frowns. "This is the loser you're going out with?"
Gakupo almost expects her to defend him, which is stupid. Why would she ever do that? "Yeah, this is the loser," she says on a faux breathy sigh. "Aren't you proud, dearest brother?"
When he mumbled something about being more proud if she didn't look like such a hooker, she punched him upside the head while Gakupo stood awkwardly on the doorstep.
"Well?" she asked sweetly. "Let's go."
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He's almost sure she isn't going to knee him where it really hurts this time.
Rin and Gakupo stumbled into his dark apartment, and he's glad it's dark, because he didn't have the time to clean recently. Not that he actually thought their date would end here, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Because right now Rin is pushing on his—bare? She must have somehow gotten his shirt off without him noticing—chest as their mouths connect in fiery passion, all teeth and tongue. He groans when the backs of his knees hit the edge of his couch, and he tumbles backwards, not even having time to register what was happening, she appeared in his lap, straddling him.
She removes her mouth from his and started sending little butterfly kisses up and down his neck as one of her hands strategically rests on his belt when he notices the time.
He cursed under his breath, hand blindly groping for the TV remote.
Rin, unfortunately, notices. "What are you doing?" she asks, slightly out of breath. Her cheeks are flushed and her hair's mussed, and Gakupo idly wonders if the program is enough to miss this.
After deciding there would be other times, he told her, "There's something on that I want to watch."
All he received was a deadpanned look before she punched him in his already swollen mouth.
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"And that's about the time she walked away from me," Gakupo said, finishing his heartbreaking story as he vented to his dear friend Luka. They were at the local park, sitting on a bench and eating ice cream. Miku sat next to the pinkette, and gave a forced laugh.
Luka slapped the back of his head, causing him to almost lose his ice cream. "Idiot! I can't believe you did that. No wonder she's avoiding you! Nobody likes you when you're twenty-three and act like you're still in high school. I mean, really, getting distracted by the television? Act your age once in a while."
"W-Well," Gakupo defended himself, "Did you see that program?"
The pink-haired woman sighed. "Gakupo, do you have ADD or something?"
He scoffed. "Of course not!"
"She hasn't returned your calls in three days," Miku sighed. "I think that means it's over." She gave a like to the ice cream cone in her hands. "Don't worry though, Kamui. There's plenty of time to grow up and find someone else."
Luka stood and turned to face the purple-haired man, pushing her ice cream into her girlfriend's hand so that she could rest her own on her hips. She could sort of be really scary when she wanted to. "No, Gakupo. You need to grow up now. And start with apologizing to Rin."
Said man just grumbled, content with eating his ice cream.
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The next day at noon, he found himself standing outside of Rin's house. Why was he here?
He didn't really need to grow up, right? He had his whole life ahead of him for that, but...
He did really like Rin...
Squaring his shoulders, he marched up the walkway. He could still be prideful like this, of course. He just had to act apologetic, and then they can pick up right where they left off.
He knocked on the door, and no one answered. So he turned to the doorbell, and rung it. Still, no answer. Determined, he began to bang on the door while simultaneously ringing the bell.
Finally, Rin answered, staring up at him with a promise of death in her sleepy eyes. She held a large blanket around her small frame. "What?" she asked, clearly annoyed.
"Were you still sleeping?" he asked. It was lunchtime, why was she sleeping?
She just scowled at him.
Clearing his throat awkwardly, he began brilliantly, "Uh."
Rin rose a brow, pulling the sheet tighter around herself and leaning on the door frame. "I'm so glad you come to me with these brilliant proclamations," she said sarcastically.
He narrowed his eyes at her. "Look," he tried again, "I'm sorry if I offended you the other night. But, really, you shouldn't be so serious about everything. I mean, we could always try again."
"Do you really think I'd go out with you a second time? I didn't even wanna go to the first!" she exclaimed, both brows now raising in surprise.
A suggestive smile graced his features. "You seemed pretty eager to—oof!"
The little brat had somehow kicked him in the stomach. "Shut up."
Rubbing his abused belly, he said, "That sure is an immature way to vent your anger, little girl."
Her answering glare all but murdered him on the spot. "I'm immature?"
"Yup!" He smiled, if only to get a rise out of her.
She rose a clenched fist, and he wondered idly if she was going to punch him in his still recovering mouth. Instead, she dropped the threatening limb with a sigh.
"You know what, Gakupo? I will go out with you again. Only to prove that I'm mature and can forgive easily and talk things out. N-Not because I... like you. Or anything." Her blue eyes looked toward her dainty feet by the end of her statement. It was uncharacteristic, so feminine, and he wondered vaguely if she were blushing.
"Really?" he asked dumbly.
Her (blush-free) face shot back up to him. "Would I have said it if I didn't mean it?"
He grinned in what he believed was a suave manner. "I guess not," he answered. On whim, he leaned down and pecked her lightly on her soft, parted lips. "I'll call you."
Gakupo was proud to realize it took Rin a few, dumb-struck moments to shout to his retreating back, "D-Don't bother!"
No one should take themselves so seriously.
With many years ahead to fall in love.
Why would you wish down on me?
I never want to act my age.
What's my age again?
What's my age again?
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A/N : I had way too much fun with this ^^
This could stay as a one-shot... Or you lovely people out there could review and I could make it a series. I was thinking little one-shots based off of songs that actually aren't Vocaloid related.
So, if you wanna see it happen, R&R!