This has actually started from a simple hobby of mine. Whenever I watched nice animes, or read fanfics, I'd spend my time imagining. Pretty soon, I would create and add my own characters. Then I'd spend my spare time enjoying stories in my head, writing, deleting, re-writing and enjoying the scenes as they rushed through. A personal hobby of mine I've never told anyone for I never felt the need to.

This had started similarly with the work of Seishun Vibration's. Yet sometime later on... I realized that I wanted my own story, with my own characters, pasts, plots and storylines. And so I've decided to write my own; my wish now... is to be only to be me.

Here is the first piece of my writing. I sincerely wish I can present you the end.

Chapter 1: Flower For You and Song For Me

So THIS is the Vocaloid mansion… the girl thought as she stared blankly at the giant white mansion in front of them. The sheer size of the giant household, an unintentional display of its residents' wealth, was threatening to overwhelm her. She had never seen such a beautiful house before in real-life, and even those she saw on movies were nothing compared to this. A forest opened behind the mansion, joining with the mountains a few kilometers behind. The double door was large and ornamental, made with some heavy, dark wood.

"Shira-nee…" She felt the smaller girl hold onto her upper arm, clutching for support they both knew she could provide.

"Daijobu," She said, ruffling her sister's hair with her other hand, planting a kiss on her forehead, making the smaller girl relax significantly.

"Let's go in, Yura-chan."

Go.

Don't go.

Grunts. Moans.

Sleep.

Don't sleep.

Inside a room, dark as night at the time of ten thirty in the morning, a girl was at war.

Opponent: herself.

Kill her.

Bless her.

The maddening scent of freshly made pancakes has been seriously messing with her sleep since an hour ago, leaving her in a torturous half-asleep, half-awaked state of mind. She knew the culprit behind this, of course. Only Miku, her best friend was capable of creating such destructive aromas. For some reason her bedroom door was slightly open, though she was sure she had closed and locked it last night before going to sleep. The smell wafted in through the crack and penetrated her brain, disturbing her dreams and thoughts. She cursed the day Miku somehow got her hands on a spare key to her room.

She turned around and pulled the covers around her, trying to escape the appetizing scent. Damn it, she was a late sleeper. Miku knew that better than anyone else in the mansion.

Well, she was not gonna give to Miku's trick, especially something as ridiculous as this; she swore on her name of Megpoid Gumi.

Luka yawned at the breakfast table, rubbing at her eyes to drive away sleep. She had managed to get one only halfway open, and she wondered why she was so sleepy right now, something her sleep-numbed mind couldn't quite remember. As a general rule Luka tended to go to bed early, no matter the fact that she was an adult.

"Good morning, Luka-senpai~" a very cheerful voice greeted her, coming from the direction of the kitchen.

"Good... good mooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiing ," Luka replied, a yawn tying itself with her words to make it just understandable. She rubbed at her eyes, and finally managed to get them fully open, though it still felt like sand was grating under her eyelids. They flew open right after as Luka saw who the greeting had came from.

"I just need to finish this, so wait a bit, 'kay?" Miku said, going back into the kitchen to finish her work. Luka nodded just a bit too late, after Miku had turned her back. She began to silently fiddle with her clothes, trying not to look at Miku as she worked, and whenever she did she would quickly lower her face back again before peeking out again. Miku caught her eyes just once, and gave her a sunny smile, making the pinkette jump,before she turning back and went to cooking again, this time singing to a tune. The tune sounded familiar to Luka, but she couldn't quite place it in her mind.

"W-What is that song?" Luka asked, trying to keep the tremor away from her voice. She felt heat on her face, and hoped Miku wouldn't turn back anytime soon.

"Don't look back, this is still just the middle of the road— you don't remember, senpai?" Miku looked curiously. "It's the one we've been filming last night."

"...Oh." Now she remembered why she was so sleepy. The two of them had to sing the same song until it was perfect.

Pretty soon Miku set down a plate of pancakes in front of her, and Luka only managed to mumble 'thank you' before Miku went back to finishing her work, cutting off any more conversation. She ate slowly, enjoying the sweet, fragrant flavor, and her eyes still going up to Miku's figure every once in a while.

"Ah, Miku-chan. That was a nice breakfast." Luka said once she was done, wishing she could have more, had she not had to keep her proportions in check.

"Thanks, Luka-senpai." Miku giggled at the pinkette. "I guess you enjoyed your meal then?"

"I did. Really, how do you make such pancakes? I can't figure out what's so different from what you and the rest of us do..."

Miku leaned into Luka's ear without warning. Luka suddenly froze, her breathing becoming irregular as color crept up her cheeks. She's so close to me… She thought disjointedly.

"It's a secret, senpai." Miku whispered directly into Luka's ear, her lips almost brushing the skin.

What? What did she say? I can feel her breathing on my ear. Miku's just right next to me— no! Keep your head out of the clouds! Stop imagining things, Luka. Just take a deep breath—

"So, what are you gonna wear for the two girls coming today?"

Wha— that's my neck. It tickles… but it feels nic— stop! You're not supposed to feel like this! Keep the fantasies away from your life. And miku's your actual kouhai, what are you going to do? There's no way she would— but her breathing is so warm… I'm—

"Miku-nee-san, can I have my breakfast?"

"Sure, Miki-chan, I'll get some more. And I think it's about time Gumi-chan came down too…" Miku unthinkingly fingered a key in her pocket. Miki had dressed herself casual outfit, but she managed to be stylish enough for anything social.

Miku's presence vanished from Luka as the tealette went to the kitchen for more pancakes. Luka let out a shuddering breath, one she didn't realize she had been holding; her body relaxed as tension left .

"I-I'll go get ready!" Luka yelled behind as she sprinted to her room, forgetting to put away the dirty dish unlike she always did.

Hmm? Luka-nee's acting a bit weird… Miki thought.

"Morning~ Gumi-chan~!" Miku called out cheerfully as Gumi stumbled her way to the breakfast table with her eyes closed, not to mention that her hair was seriously messed up as well: Gumi's normal state right after bed.

"Don't call me by that name anymore…" Gumi grouched, slamming her head on the table as she fully collapsed. She wordlessly grabbed her share of pancakes set by Miku, poured some syrup, and started shoving them in her mouth with her head still glued to the table.

Damn Miku, it was good.

"Eh? But it's a pretty name, Gumi-nee!" Miki protested, sitting on the table as Miku served her breakfast.

"Huh? Oh… thanks…"

"I-It's nothing, Gumi-nee!"

Gumi eyed the red girl through a crack of her eyes; she still couldn't force them completely open. An emerald eyebrow was raised in question.

"Say, Miki… what's up?"

"H-huh? What do you mean, Gumi-nee?"Miki stammered.

"It's ten-fifty and you're dressed up like you're going somewhere. Not the studio, it's too late for that," Gumi shoved another forkful of pancakes into her mouth. "nor is it unlikely you're coming back from it. You prefer to work all day long and rest for the next few. Are you meeting someone or something?"

Miki giggled, "Oh, Gumi-nee! Didn't you know? Today—"

"Miki-chan! Gumi-chan! How do I look?" Miku stormed in the room she had somehow left moments ago without Gumi's knowing. She had dressed up in skinny teal jeans, untucked white button up blouse layered over with pink sweaters. She came to a standstill in front of the two, doing a complete three-hundred degree spin for them to appreciate the look fully.

"It looks great on you Miku-nee!" Miki squealed.

"Thanks, Miki-chan!" Miku took an exaggerated bow. "What does Gumi-chan think?"

"Nice outfit…" Gumi dragged her head back to air. Her eyelids were still too heavy for her to open.

Miku groaned, loudly. "Megpoid Gumi… can't you show some more spirit? Come on! 'Nice outfit'?" Miku looked pointedly at the greenette, "was that the best you could do?" Miku puffed her cheeks.

"Whatever… why the hell are you dressed up anyway?"

Miku looked horrified. "She doesn't know?" She whispered to Miki in shock.

Miki nodded slowly, "I'm afraid so…" She mumbled with her red ahoge bobbing.

"Know what?" Gumi snapped.

"The two new vocaloids!" They answered in unison. "Honestly Gumi-chan." Miku shook her head in exasperation, "How could you have forgotten? The date's been set since a week ago! They're arriving"—Miku checked her iPhone—"five minutes from now! We've got to make good first impression! Don't tell me you don't know that!"

Gumi sat up straight. Five minutes?

Sure, they've seen her before, probably numerous times, but this was to be the first time they saw her as Megpoid Gumi, not the idol. And oh yeah, she could remember it now. The only problem was that it was too late.

"I— shit!" Gumi realized a) she was still in her sleepwear b) hasn't taken a shower yet, c) she had maple syrup running trickling down her cheek, in rapid succension.

"Come on, Miki-chan!" Miku shouted, "Get me something Gumi-chan would usually wear from her room!" She passed Miki her the spare key.

Miki snagged it in mid-air. "Yes, Miku-nee!" Miki ran off in a hurry. Gumi made a mental note to take that key back when Miki came back.

Miku grabbed a comb someone left from the table and began brushing Gumi's emerald green locks mercilessly. "Wipe your face, Gumi-chan." She instructed, straightening her messy hair. Gumi wordlessly obliged, something both girls thought would never happen in life. She worked meticulously, yet she took care not to hurt the green girl by tugging on her hair. Gumi waited impatiently for Miki to come back, and yet she couldn't help relaxing a bit as Miku brushed her hair over and over again. It was actually quite pleasant.

At last, Miki stormed down the stairs. "Here Gumi-nee— Aaaaaah!" Miki missed one step due to the fact her vision was severely limited by the clothes she picked for Gumi: white panda hoodies, orange sneakers, yellow-green slacks, a silver bracelet and her orange goggles for accessories. Luckily, she was at the last step.

Unluckily, the floor was hard marble and Miki's hands were both full of Gumi's clothes.

Gumi jumped, shoving away her chair and Miku without thinking, her body parallel to the ground. Her reaction was instaneous, catching Miki in her arms just before impact, and probably provided Miki from suffering serious damage.

"Oof!" Gumi groaned as Miki crashed fully on her figure. Miki wasn't heavy, but neither was Gumi muscled and tall. She was athletic, yes, but that didn't help much in situations when other girls crashed on top of her.

"I-I'm sorry, Gumi-nee! I—" Miki realized suddenly that she was in Gumi's arms, lying on the ground above Gumi's body. Her face turned into an alarming shade of red that was pretty close to her hair. She felt her breathing accelerate.

"We don't have time!" Miku threw Miki an apologetic glance as she pulled the both of them to their feet. Gumi put a hand to her forehead as a slight wave of pain crashed on her. "Put these on, Gumi-chan!"

"Wait, here?" Gumi scowled. "You've got to be out of your freaking mind if you think I—"

The doorbell rang. Exactly on time.

Multiple voices sounded from the living room, some excited, some curious. Nevertheless, most showed interest to the first girls joining their strange group of singers after Miki. Gumi threw glances to either direction, checking that the dining room was indeed empty except for the three of them.

"Come on! Everybody's out in the living room! No one's gonna see you!"

"…Turn around."

Miku gasped as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

Gumi glowered. Miku decided that it would be a very good idea to turn around.

Gumi changed in to clothes Miki brought for her, checking every now and then to see if Miku wasn't stealing glances. She didn't worry about Miki, the redhead was keeping her hands firmly over her eyes. "I'm opening the door!" "Onee-san! I'm opening the door!" They heard the Kagamine twins shout as they raced to open the door for the new residents.

Gumi managed to put on the last piece of clothing just before she heard the doorknob turn. Miku grabbed Gumi's wrist as soon as she was done. "Quickly, Gumi-chan!"

"Wait— Baka!" Gumi was dragged out to the hall so fast she left a cloud of dust in her wake. Miki followed behind, not wanting to be late either.

Gumi saw the two of them as the door opened. One of the twins, impossible to tell apart in her state—being flown across the entrance hallway by Miku and still five meters away from the door—opened the door for them. The other twin stood pouting just behind. Streams of bright sunlight streamed through the widening crack.

"G-Good morning," The girl on their right started to introduce herself first. "I-I'm Yukira." Her voice was a sweet and high soprano. She was trembling a bit, but they could tell she was delighted. She was wearing an innocent smile as pure as any children's, maybe even more pure then some. The eyes were large and just as innocent, going perfectly with her smile. They were the deep yellow of topaz. Her hair was kept in a jaw-length bob cut and trimmed close so that the strands would lie close to her face; making her look even younger than she really was.

And it was white. It was as purely white as clouds high in the heavens, catching the morning sun and reflecting them gloriously, throwing them around her face to form a kind of a halo. A perfect angel for sure, even her petite form was adding up to the image. Her clothing seemed to be on same level with Miki's: casual, yet not informal; with lots of consideration from her other clothes, Luka estimated. She didn't think she would have thrown on first thing she saw if she was in her place.

She looked pure. Untouched and yet unbeknownst to the world. Luka could hear more than a few hearts melting. Wow... she could unlock anything with that smile to help her… but she didn't really think this girl would. She just couldn't picture her putting on a fake smile for any reason.

"I'm Hanane Shiraki... pleased to be here." The other girl spoke. Eyes were slightly turned left to take in the older sister's figure. The voice was slightly deeper than Gumi, but lighter than either Luka or Lily. She would have her own place in voice range, which would be quite a nice factor for her fame. It would be hard to compete with the other vocaloids as it is.

Miku suddenly stopped short when she reached her destinated stop, however, it was completely unexpected for Gumi; she lost her grip on the teal girl's hand and was sent flying straight forward.

Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Gumi screamed loudly as she ever did, but later, when she had time to think about the event that transpired in rational light(as much as she could anyway), she would realize it was only in her head. Nobody else reacted it. They didn't even look away. Not even Gakupo, her brother.

Shiraki was not quite a head taller than Yukira, the smaller girl's hair coming only up to her jaw. She was shapelier than her younger sister, with long, slender arms and legs, giving her an hourglass figure. She was wearing skinny jeans the same color as her sister's skirt. Black leather belt with metallic buckle held it in place and adorned her waist at the same time. She had hid her amazing upper body under a silver polo shirt.

On the fourth finger of her left hand rested an elegant thin-banded ring of silver with a pale blue aquamarine set in place. They all knew both aquamarine and silver wasn't cheap, though not terribly expensive, but looking at harmony with her pale fingers it seemed to be as precious any diamond. If she got it as a present whoever he/she was must have been saving up for some time. Lily vaguely thought in the back of her mind that it would look good on her. It would have, but not as good as it was now. It looked like it was created for the sole purpose of decorating that hand, a perfect match with her eyes and hair.

Her hair was the shame shade as her sisters: pure white. But there was a subtle difference to their tone. Yukira's white reminded people of clouds, her sister's white reminded people of snow and ice. It came all the way down to her ankles, and would have reached to ground if she threw her head back. A single strand blew toward Rin who made a grab for it. It stayed in her grasp for less than a second, darting away at the last possible chance. Thick and lusturous, it was something she had every right to be proud of.

Icy would have been a good word to describe the eyes, hers were the palest color carrying the name blue. Not even Lily's blue was paler and clearer than the shade in the new vocaloid's. They were sharp and defined, but carried warmth and gentleness contrary to their color.

Gumi took all of this in two seconds it took her to cross the distance between her and Hanane Shiraki.

"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhh!" She screamed, this time with her gifted voice, then a set of steady arms caught her in a warm embrace, holding her to place. She held on without thinking, relief washing over her as she realized she was not about to crash headfirst on the stone floor. She buried her head on her savior's chest, trying to hold back tears of relief and only succeeding halfway. A broken, miserable sob escaped her throat despite her efforts. Not a normal reaction, but neither was she expecting it to happen. She was caught under her guard with the rushed events, and emotion forced itself out through the crack, more fiercer then expected or normal.

"Well… I didn't expect my welcome present to be Megpoid Gumi-chan."

Gumi looked up to meet Shiraki's icy pale eyes. Sudden heat crept up her cheeks as she realized the situation she was in.

Correction: the situation Miku had put her in.

"Gumi-chan! I'm so sorry! I didn't—"

"SHUT UP!" She roared at everyone in immediate area, tears of embarrassment flowed freely down her cheeks, only fueling her embarrassment furthermore. She cried when she was embarrassed, a trait of hers she hated the most. Right now she hated everything, the most hated factor was how Shiraki could easily stare down on her with her diffrence of height.

Gakupo cleared his throat. "Gumi, I don't think—"

"JUST SHUT UP!" Gumi wailed at her own blood-brother. She turned, and stormed to her room in less time it took her to be thrown to Shiraki by Miku.

Silence at the entrance.

"Well," the girl who was soon to be known as Shira around the mansion and the world opened her mouth, breaking the awkward silence, "where will our rooms be?"

Gumi ran into her room and hid herself under her green covers. She groaned out loud as the scene replayed itself in her mind. Tears still kept flowing out from the corner of her eyes, tears she knew she couldn't stop, only cry out fully. She ran a hand over her face, trying to wipe them away, even though she knew they would be replaced by fresh tears just as quickly.

Oh, great first impression, all right.

Well, I admit this is a short chapter after a long A/N, but I promise my other chapters will be longer! XD
I actually re-wrote the first chapter comletely... but I like this one a lot more than what I first had.

Have a nice day, everyone! :D

-Iluvian Melody