This, my dears, is why I do not write in first person.
Alas, this is my theory about the not-so-recent (It's been quite a while, hasn't it! I remember when they were first released.) Vocaloids, Kaai Yuki and Kiyoteru Hiyama. It's based on an entry on the WMG page for Vocaloid on TVTropes. (I'm a Troper; same handle as here, without the hyphen.) Also, will have more than one chapter. I hate writing multi-chaptered fics because I'm never sure if they'll get done, but I'll try. If you're curious as to what my theory is, read on. It's somewhat obvious, given Meiko's monologues and the information I've given here.
I'm not sure how this story will work out, or if I'll ever finish. I write by the seat of my pants. I just wanted to attempt this, seeing as no one here has yet. -dances-

The title may seem very non sequitur, but it comes from a phrase in the story, which comes into play around. . . chapter 3? Also, I suck at titles. Bear with me here. The title was the thing stopping me from uploading this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Vocaloid.

Just Forget I Exist

Chapter 1: An Unsettling Revelation

"H-hi," I said. Smooth, Meiko. Really smooth. No, seriously. You are a master swordsman with words.

The person whom I was addressing slightly tilted his head, but said nothing of it. The light shining in his eyes seemed familiar, for some reason.

I was standing in front of a man with dark hair and eyes to match. To be fair, so were the other thirteen of us. With fourteen people lined up in front of him, obviously he might have been more than a bit intimidated. So why was I the shy one all of a sudden? This was so out-of-character for me.

Well, for starters, he looked like someone I hadn't seen for, oh, about nine years. Surely that was a coincidence. I didn't know his name yet, and I held my breath. Kaito, next to me, seemed to notice.

"Mei-chan, what's wrong?" he whispered to me after he introduced himself. I visibly flinched. "You never told him your name!" Oh, yeah. I realized I'd forgotten about that. I looked forward at the new guy, but he was focused on Luka, who was politely introducing herself.

"Sorry," I muttered. "Wasn't paying attention."

He frowned. "Well, don't do this again tomorrow! The last new member is coming, and he or she might feel unwelcome!" That was true. I hadn't considered that; later, I'd have to go back and properly introduce myself. Geez, I must've had a little too much to drink at the party last night.

I glanced at my wrist; it had been almost thirty minutes since we'd gathered here to meet the new guy, and yet we still weren't done. He seemed to be about halfway down the line, so I figured it wouldn't be too long until we finally learned his name. I let my thoughts drift off elsewhere for a bit; it was getting close to that time of year, and no, I wasn't referring to Christmas. Geez, ten years. . .

Thanks to my perfectly tuned ability to block out certain things, I refused to let it bother me until this time of year, which, while convenient to those around me during the rest of the year, made me a real downer in December. This ability, it seemed, applied to conversation as well, as I hadn't noticed I had tuned the outer world out until Kaito shook my shoulder, tilting his head forward in order to get me to pay attention to the newest member, who was now talking.

". . . Anyway, it's great to be here," he finished, smiling. Well, shoot, I'd missed his name! Whatever, I'd find out later. Eventually. Why was I nervous all of a sudden? This never happened, and I'd gone through the traditional greeting process, oh, about ten times. Before I knew it, the rest of the group had dithered apart, each approaching a different area of the room. I was left standing in place like some sort of incompetent moron. Boy, did I feel smart. I pretended to look preoccupied with something on the far wall, but to no avail.

The new one approached me. Well, shoot. I guess there was no avoiding this. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name," he said. At that moment, my brain forgot how to work.

"H-Himeko!" I stuttered. Holy crap, I just forgot my own name. Well, I'd look like an idiot if I tried to correct myself now. "Kisaki Himeko," I finished. Wait, but I'd look stupider if he found out my name and realized I was lying. It was a lose-lose situation. He was saying something; I assumed it was his name, but when I tried to listen, he had finished. Shit, not the damn habit again. I'd have to ask Kaito later. "It's nice to meet you," I said unsurely, hoping he hadn't realized that I hadn't been paying attention.

"Likewise," he replied, smiling genuinely. Well, at least he hadn't caught on. I gave a short goodbye and walked off to find Kaito.

I found him talking to Miriam, and briefly considered waiting until later, but I decided I couldn't put it off this long. "Excuse me," I said so as not to interrupt their conversation. "Kaito," I whispered, "what was the new guy's name? I, er, wasn't paying attention."

"Oh," he smiled, making no attempt to be discreet, "his name is Kiyoteru Hiyama!" I froze, turning pale. Holy shit. My fears were confirmed, and there was no way I was getting out of this.

"Thanks," I muttered, feeling sick, and scurried off, paying no mind to his confused expression. You may be wondering what was up with my frantic fleeing from the room. I'll let you find that out later, but as you may or may not have gathered, the new guy was in fact someone I knew quite well from about ten years ago. Those grey eyes were ones I knew I'd never forget, for sure.

The chapters are short and end abruptly, I think. I apologize.
Meiko's age, in this story, is about 26 or so as of 10/4/2009. Kiyoteru's is probably 26 or 27. For this story, I'm giving him the random birthday of April 19th; Meiko's remains November 5th. You can figure out their ages in the past, I s'pose. This, obviously, takes place starting on December 5th. (SF-A2miki had arrived the previous day in this story, though this is not true for their actual release. And I like the name SF-A2miki.)
I don't know if this is enough to get people interested. This pairing literally has no fandom.
I hate random second-person in first- or third-person stories. I apologize for the end.