A/N: I decided to make another Gakupo x Piko Fanfiction because there aren't many of them and I still have to update ''Hello, How Are You?". Ugh.

So school was canceled and I'm actually glad because I don't want to spend almost an hour being the only female in my Cyber Security class with a bunch of males.

/Sobs

Sorry Kaito! I had to do it!

Note: The reason why I am not updating so much is because I'm making my own book and putting everything in order. It'll be full of yaoi and the two characters that claim to hate each other are actually madly in love with each other (they look a lot like Kanda and Allen which was purposely done by me).

Grammatical Errors?: Just do it.

Disclaimer: vocaloidz r mien

''Love is the flower you've got to let grow.'' ―John Lennon.

XXX

Love at first sight, hm? That was totally true on his side, but on the other person's side, not so much. He was only going for looks alone―his main goal was to find a partner for the night who would agree to sleep with him, tricking that person into thinking he cared about them, then leaving. There was a catch though...he knew that person all too well and knew that if something were to happen he'd call the person who he gave his heart to with open hands, rip it out of them, to only chuck it at the concrete ground in front of the the public―for the entire world to see as the whitette's heart beat wildly within his chest, watching as his world literally crumbled down before him―he continued to watch as the heart he had―the heart that once glowed with such a sincere, bright, illuminating light was thrown against the sandy colored concrete ground in front of him. In his mind, he watched as the glass―once made of strong material―heart slammed against the ground, pieces shattering and quickly scattering across the ground as if they were in such a hurry to get away from their owner, they didn't have time to think about the consequences. All they could think about was running and never looking back, for they knew the look on the person's face was terrible―saddening even. It wouldn't satisfy the heart that was beating so fast, so loudly, he was sure that whoever was within earshot would be able to hear the loud thing. His ears burned with embarrassment. His heart pounded loudly like a drum within his ears as the only question, before the others appeared quickly afterwards, repeated itself like a broken record:

This isn't for real, right?

Why me?

What am I supposed to do now?

Repeat.

The younger male took in a deep, shaky breath, knowing he 'loved' the man standing in front of him, but his intuition kept telling him that it was only lust―a mere infatuation with his looks. People supposedly shipped them―it's something that happened when you're hanging around a bunch of other pop stars that all live in Japan and move around from country to country, displaying their uniqueness, separating themselves from the others, showing how they're different and why―why they think they deserve to be musically better than others their age. He happened to be shipped with the person standing right in front of him―even most of his friends who were also popstars shipped him with the older male who was still somehow standing before him. So why did he feel that his entire world was already crashing down on him at such a young age? Well to be exact, he happened to be sixteen while the other male was at least―what? Eighteen? His ears throbbed violently―more violent than ever. He could even feel the tears welling up in his multi-colored eyes. They felt like they were stabbing at the sides of his eyes, making the pain more unbearable―the pain that made his heart throb with every second that went by. What should he do now? Walk away and pretend that they never had any type of connection whatsoever? He thought this man was different than everyone else―he believed his friends! They probably thought the two of them would be a 'perfect' match, then again, nothing was perfect so what was the point in using such an idealized word?

He wanted to focus mostly on his labored breathing alongside his heart rate that decided to spike within the few minutes of them both standing there. He had to tell him or it'd be all over. Searching for words seemed like something he'd do―he'd probably take forever just to find them since the possibility of them coming out wrong was as high as ninety percent. What did the older male expect him to say? He didn't know how to tell him about the secret he wanted to bury deep down, but knew within a few months that it'd resurface and people would question him about it. He wanted to face it and get it over and done with. Ever since he was a child, thanks to his 'shota' looks, he was always bullied for being 'girly'. It wasn't his fault! He was just born that way. Multi-colored eyes flashed with guilt, confusion, and a hint of anger lingering behind those two strong emotions that settled in before it. It was both their faults. He was stupid enough to say ''yes'' to him. He stared down at the black rain boots he was wearing with such determination he felt that if he were to continue staring down at them, he was sure they'd burst into flames―without a doubt.

The sounds of alarming bells went off in the whitette's head as he finally looked up from those black rain boots he decided to wear that day. Underneath the dark colored sweatshirt he wore was a shirt that resembled IA's along with a camisole underneath since all the girls replaced all his clothes with girly things―at least he still had his boxers instead of panties―they happened to be very close to switching them out. If that happened, he'd probably die. Shaking his head, he gave his attention to the heart that continued to pound loudly within his chest as he finally opened his mouth to speak. It felt like the first time he'd spoken―as if they met just that day and didn't know one another up until now. Oh how he wished it was true. He wished he only met the person standing in front of him at that moment rather than earlier, because he felt like complete shit. He felt like emptying the contents of his stomach right then and there. A large wave of nausea washed over him, but luckily left as soon as it had come. He knew he had to tell the male in front of him what happened―to him―physically and mentally. For all he knew, he was scared as Hell and wanted some real answers, thinking that everything around him was just as fake as him ever since that night they both shared. He partially regretted it, then again, he didn't. Why didn't he? Well, he was―still is―in love with the idiotic person in front of him―wait, or was it lust? What in the Hell did lust feel like―what did love feel like? It wasn't like he had been reincarnated―not that he knew of. How would he be able to tell the two apart? They were alike, right? The words slipped from his mouth, dancing around in the cold, now rainy, breeze that swept past the two of them. The rain started out light, but within seconds it was pouring down hard. He didn't care if he was going to get soaked. He just wanted to say his share, and see the other's reaction―most likely something similar to his own when he first found out. He was currently scared and confused―mostly scared because he didn't now how to deal with any of the things he was now going to have to face. After saying what he wanted to say, he pulled something―it looked like a liquid highliter, blue and taunting the both of them as it was revealed―out and flashed it at the other's face.

''I'm pregnant," were the only words he managed to say, his voice cracked a bit as he did so.

''That's a load of bullshit. You're male. You do know that it could be cancer, right? I'm pretty sure you're doing this to gain more attention from your fans. I swear you truly are an amature when it comes to your job. Are you going to tell me you're some type of female now―or are you going to tell me you're―''

''I'm not joking around. I even went and had both a blood test and pissed in a cup for people. Why would I joke around about something like this? I've always been serious about things, so what in the Hell gave you the right to think that I would prank you?'' The whitette rose his voice, gripping the pregnancy test with such force he was sure it'd snap if he didn't calm down. When was the time they were intimate? A month ago? Two―it had to have been almost two because they'd been ignoring each other for so long, and it took the young teenager a while to understand that what he had wasn't some type of bug that had decided to attack just him. He didn't know if it was possible for him nor did he think this would be the answer―something he'd never expected happened. He continued, his voice went immediately went down to a whisper, ''and to think that I thought I had loved you. I'm such an idiot―and you're nothing but a fake―you're an asshole. I trusted you, but now I'm being thrown away like garbage.''

''I didn't have feelings for you whatsoever. You're just a naive idiot who gave me your innocence. It was your choice, not mine, Piko.''

''I guess you're right, Kaito,'' Piko looked up at the older male, tears threatening to spill from his eyes, but he was somehow able to keep them from spilling over. He flashed the older male his brightest―most fake smile ever before shoving the pregnancy test he'd took into his gray colored bag, slinging the strap over his head so he wouldn't have to bother with it when walking other than the times it slammed into his legs, causing him to lose a bit of his balance. He knew that the bluenette only had eyes for a certain yellow haired boy. He thought that he would be able to change the older male's mind. In the end, he obviously couldn't. All his efforts of getting the bluenette to notice him had failed miserably. The rain was the last of his worries. He pulled out his phone to stare at the white digits that appeared in front of him. Just by looking at the time he knew that he wouldn't get any rest until he confronted all his problems. He was already delaying a certain purplenette's confession towards him for quite some time now. He hadn't given Gakupo an answer since then―that happened to be at least a week or two ago―a week at the least. He was headed in the 'samurai' 's direction, already seeing people giving him weird looks. Luckily, he had bought some sunglasses not too long ago to prevent the ''All eyes on me!'' effect whenever he went out for something that no one else would get for him without trying to snap a picture or get an autograph. A long sigh slid from the whitette's lips.

The only thing he knew for sure was that Gakupo would've been his second choice. But if he truly did 'love' Kaito he wouldn't have fallen for someone else, right? His lust had been for Kaito and his love had been for Gakupo. He now felt extremely stupid for pushing the purplenette off and ignoring him for quite some time. He hadn't replied to anything the older male sent his way until now.

To: That Idiot I Possibly Love.

From: Piko Utatane.

Tuesday, 12:30 PM

Status: Sent.

I'm coming over to your place, okay?

The young male let out a long sigh once again―was it possible that being a pregnant male with so much shit on his shoulders that the only thing he could do was sigh? He pocketed the large phone in the pouch of his shirt. He wore a gray sweatshirt that zipped up, which he didn't feel like doing at the time, and black sweats. His shirt consisted of dark colors that would allow him to blend in with the crowd. He didn't even feel like putting his hood up. He just let the cool water soak into his clothing without a care in the world. Piko slid his thumbs into the holes he had made at the ends of the sweatshirt's sleeves, with a pair of fire truck-red scissors, nervously as he continued his journey to the samurai's house―if he was even there. He never stayed in one place thanks to his work. He was almost always on the move. One eye emerald while the other took on a sky-blue color both flashed when he felt the phone in his pocket vibrate violently. The young singer―who mostly loved being on the piano―whipped his phone out, smiling lightly at the message he received from the other male.

His heart was thrown out a window not even twenty minutes ago, and here he was, smiling like a complete idiot―he wasn't smiling at anything silly the other had sent―he was smiling because he knew he that his feelings for the older male would possibly grow into something more―something other than the lust he had for Kaito―the mistaken love he had for the stupid idiot he thought would be able to change his mind if he worked hard enough to get the asshole to just notice him once. In English he had been forced to tell the class what he possibly wanted to be. He simply smiled and replied with: ''If I could be anything, I'd be a piece of paper because people use me then throw me away when they're done.'' flashing the entire class a bright, fake smile that had been forced―he had trained himself to give people fake smiles, tricking them into thinking he was whatever they even classified as 'perfect' anymore. People always thought he was okay―especially when he told them he was totally fine, but deep down, he wasn't. He was a complete wreck like he is now. He wanted to stand on the highest thing within the world, take in a deep breath, then scream at the top of his lungs to tell the world that he most definitely was not okay. Being a Vocaloid was hard work. There were song requests, new songs pouring in by the second, and he happened to be as girly as Len could get. He hated being 'shota'―he wanted to curse the person who thought it'd be funny to make him look, sing, and dance like a damn girl! Now he was a hermaphrodite! He partially hated it when people hacked into the system just to put cat ears and a tail on him. Seriously―couldn't people do better―or could they not do that? The young male glanced down at the message he received.

To: Chibi.

From: That Idiot I Possibly Love.

Tuesday, 12:33 PM

Status: Sent.

Something happen? I'll call you right now.

Before Piko could process anything, the purplenette's ID appeared before him, making him more nervous than before―if possible. He debated on whether he should answer it or not, but answered the phone anyway, swiftly tapping the green button on the screen. He pressed the phone against his ear, a dark blush coating his cheeks. After hearing the other's soothing voice, all he wanted to do was end the call, curl up in a corner in his room with blankets surrounding him―the most he wanted to do right now was sleep away this nightmare. The whitette took in a shaky breath, gripping the phone hard, but not as hard as he liked to or he'd possibly end the call by accidentally pressing one of the many buttons on his phone.

''Are you okay?" Was the only thing that came from the sky-blue eyed male on the other end. He could tell he was truly worried about him―the thing was could he tell him about what had happened? How he told Kaito he was a complete asshole―how he was stupid enough to 'fall' for him and sleep with the idiot―could he tell the person, who was his second chance, that he was pregnant with Kaito's child? Honestly, he already felt tainted for having 'loved' Kaito in the first place. What was right and what was wrong now? For now, he'd have to seek out the rights and wrongs because he was sick of being naive. It was something he happened to be all along. It was like it had been encrypted into his blood―his DNA.

Licking his lips, Piko ran a hand through his snowy bangs. His breathing that he managed to calm was once again full of effort―he wanted to vomit. Badly. He didn't care he was in a public place. The teenager covered his free ear with the hand he had used to touch his hair with just seconds ago, squeezing the now warm flesh. When he finally replied, his bangs covered his face and his eyes stung with tears, ''N-no…''

''Can you tell me where you are? If you're not that far I'll probably walk.''

''The coffee shop not far from your house,'' he quickly responded, shocking himself and the male on the other end of the line.

''I'll see you in a few minutes, okay?"

'''Kay,'' he heard the other hurriedly press the button that severed both their lines. He knew he'd be there in less than five minutes though, so why spend it crying? The whitette sat at a table away from other people―still outside―he plopped himself into a chair. Luckily the umbrellas the shop had were large enough to keep him from getting wet as he jerked his chair forwards. That was when the wait began, although he could already see the frantic male not far away from him―possibly a few blocks down―two to be exact. A long yawn passed from his mouth, but even though his eyes were only watering, he could already feel the fresh, warm wave of tears streaming down his face. He honestly didn't know what he wanted anymore―he was completely broken, as the other male could see as he approached the shaking form of the whitette in front of him.

Neither of them spoke as Gakupo moved a chair over to the whitette who finally decided to open his eyes, but refused to look at him. He noticed that the older male also happened to be wearing sunglasses.

''Chibi, look at me, please,'' the purplenette pressed on, sky-blue eyes that were clouded over a bit, making his eyes look like the sky that was beautiful not even half an hour ago. Once he was able to get Piko to turn his head to him, he offered a light smile to the boy. ''What exactly happened?''

He swallowed thickly, sliding his hand into the bag that he had been carrying that laid on the glass table in front of them both. He gripped the test in his right hand before glancing at the other with a terrified look on his face. ''Are you sure you'd want to deal with this? I mean, I've already caused you so much trouble by dragging you away from whatever you were doing―''

''You aren't troubling me. I'm doing this because I love you, Chibi. I can handle anything, trust me. So stop acting like you're burdening everyone―let your friends who want to help help you in carrying your burdens. You're still young.''

''So what you're saying is that an old man is in love with me, and in return, I'm in love with an old man?''

''I'm not old, idiot.''

''Is that so?" A teasing smirk appeared on the whitette's face.

''Stop changing the subject.''

A pout formed in place of the playful smirk that had once been there, ''fine,'' he took the pregnancy test in one hand while pointing at it with his other hand's index finger, watching the other's reaction which didn't happen to be much. ''But I'd rather discuss this somewhere else.''

''Is that a pregnancy test?''

''No, Sherlock, you're obviously British, right?"

''Japanese.''

''Don't get smart,'' the whitette said while shoving the test back into his bag. The two of them headed back to Gakupo's place, seeing as they didn't want to draw attention.

XXX

Once at the purplenette's place, they both removed their sunglasses, sighing happily as they were now able to do whatever they pleased without being mobbed by fans and interviewers. Piko dropped his bag onto the coffee table that sat in the living room before curling up on the couch, already exhausted from the day that he still had to get past. It was like running up a large hill, to only fall down and roll the rest of the way, but not choosing to give up on surpassing the hill. A groan slid from the whitette's lips as he watched the other male remove the pants he had been wearing, to reveal a pair of basketball shorts that were underneath (A/N: Don't ask me how this worked. I typed this at one in the morning). Other than that he had a gray shirt on, but nothing interesting was printed on the said shirt anymore. The younger boy who was drenched had been given clothes before he jumped onto the couch. The whitette was also wearing shorts but they were too big for him and barely clung to his female-like hips. He wore a black blue longsleeved shirt that exposed his right shoulder while his left was covered by the rest of the shirt. He was happy the older male had thumb holes for him to slip his thumbs through.

Seeing as Piko didn't plan on covering his shoulder, Gakupo mentally rolled his eyes and remembered to make the younger male from now on wear things that were too large for him. The purplenette crawled on top of the whitette, using his knees to force apart Piko's legs which allowed him to slip the rest of himself through the younger male who wrapped his leg around the older male's hips, smiling even though he looked like a complete idiot at the moment.

''How far along are you now?" Gakupo asked, running his hand against the small bulge that Piko's stomach gave. Even though it wasn't his child, he was still full of excitement. He leaned down to affectionately nuzzle the whitette's exposed neck―the said boy reluctantly turned his head to the side to allow the other to do what he pleased.

He felt the older male's tongue make contact with his pale flesh, sending shivers down his spine while doing so. His thinking was already getting fuzzy thanks to the other male. ''About two or three months―I'm not very sure because I thought the pregnancy test I first took was fooling around with me―nya!''

There. Gakupo grinned against the younger boy's flesh, sucking, biting and nipping at the same spot that made the said whitette moan from underneath him.

''Since when did you love me, Chibi?"

''Shortly after 'falling in love' with Kaito, but I was sure it had been another small crush that would soon fade into nothing. After thinking about it, I realized that what I had for Kaito was lust, not what I have for you.''

''What do you have for me?" He purred out.

Piko swallowed as Gakupo removed his face from the boy's neck to look directly into his mismatched eyes with raw emotions swimming in each other's' eyes. It was like they were each looking deeply into a mirror and seeing nothing but their reflection―this was something neither of them had shared with other people.

''Sincere love.''

''Look, I love you too, and I'm sorry I didn't notice how much of an asshole Kaito could―would be. None of us knew until he decided to show his true colors,'' the male with violet hair watched as the boy beneath him brought both hands to his face, pulling him down for a small kiss before whispering out:

''It's fine. I'm here, you're here and that's all that matters at the moment.''

''Mmmh,'' Gakupo smiled, pressing back into the kiss before removing himself from the younger male, ''let's get you into bed. I'm pretty sure you're exhausted after all this happening in one day, right?"

The purplenette only received a sleepy nod from the whitette that was yawning and rubbing his eyes so innocently with his small hands. The both of them quickly headed to the purplenette's bedroom and didn't care about anything other than getting the pregnant male into bed. They laid facing each other, Piko's left leg wrapped around Gakupo while the said male had his arms wrapped protectively around the younger male whose other leg was tangled up with his. The violet haired male planted a kiss on to the pianist's forehead, earning a soft, sincere smile from the said boy before they both slowly drifted off to sleep with multiple blankets on the extremely large bed that the other pop star had.

Maybe he could continue on with Gakupo now that he was able to get over Kaito. He was sick of being fake and wanted badly to express his emotions in ways other than singing and playing the piano. He knew he was madly in love with Gakupo.

XXX

A/N: Because these two need more mpreg. I'm totally not sorry for typing this. It was meant to turn out exactly like this so if you don't like how I set this up, get out because I'm pretty sure this is the best mpreg of Gakupo x Piko you'll be reading for now―until people possibly find out more on this ship. It's adorable so I don't understand why people don't ship them. Honestly, they're literally inside the lookalike gang.

Review if you like it so far!