Herro! Happy Valentine's Day everybody! Again, this is for my buddy Rex, and I'm writing a few chapters. This chapter alone is pass 2,000 words on Microsoft, so I'm gonna start the next chapter. This is also for my readers out there, for I'm probably never going to update the Twincest Lovelife story, so I'll make it up to you guys with a new Vocaloid story. I don't know how much I'll be updating, but this time I shall force myself to update. Also, this idea comes from a RP. I changed a few things from the original RP since the first version is a little bit weird unless you've seen the whole RP (and because I sortkindadon'…). I might make a Slightly Damned story, but I don't know. Maybe when I know more stuff in the story. Okay, I'm annoying you with all my jabbering, so I'll just stop. Please review and happily read! BTW, I don't own Vocaloid or anything. It's just a penname.

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Another concert was nearby, and Yami was bound to go. The Kagamines were having a concert and thousands were coming. Posters of the idols raided every town nearby the actual concert, even though it was already sold out. 'More fame, I guess…' Yami thought. With that on her mind, everything seemed difficult to do. Yami, was a 5'3" Japanese-American young women with black hair that reached her knees and olive green color eyes and overall pale white skin. She wore boot-cut jeans and a green turtle neck sweater that matched her eyes.

She was at a Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf shop and had a cup of Black tea watered down with vanilla cream and a MacBook Air on her table. On the screen was the site for the concert and another program opened for her job. Yami was a writer for the New York Times, and she enjoyed her job. The best part was that she gets paid for something she loves to do.

Taking another gulp, she wrote one more paragraph before her boss would chew her out for being 3 minutes late and quickly sending it to her. 'What a bitch she can be sometimes…' Yami thought with a sigh before she heard high heels run walking in her direction. "Sorry I'm late! My alarm didn't wake me up and I lost my keys and phone and then my-", "It's alright." Yami sighed, cutting off Berth.

Berth was an American-Australian woman who was a few years older than Yami, though it may not seem like it even with her 5'6" height. She has auburn hair and a light tan with orange eyes. She had on an orange knee-high skirt that perfectly matched her eyes and a white t-shirt covered with a black see-through blouse. Her hair was shoulder length and was in a thick pony-tail.

"Anyway, I'll hold your ticket. You'll probably forget it, so I'll make your job easier." Yami told Berth, closing the lid for her Mac. "Thanks, Yami! You're the best! Since you're such a fan, you'd never forget anything for this concert." Berth replied happily, getting ready to order some whiskey. "They don't sell alcohol here." Yami reminded her. "Oh, right! I'll just have some green tea." The waitress hurried off to make the tea, giving Berth a 'you thought there was alcohol in a coffee shop?'.

"So, whatcha called me here for again?" Berth said after the waitress came back with steaming tea. "I wanted you to know that I got front row seats, and a VIP backstage preview, so come extra early. If you come late tonight, I'm never talking to you again. I'll also make your life a living hell." Yami replied, which cracked up Berth. "I'm serious. Don't be late tonight." She finalized. "Okay, okay. Gotcha. I promise, I won't be late tonight." Yami nodded, grabbed her Mac and coffee, and got up and left.

Yami was counting down the hours, minutes and seconds until she went to the concert. Apparently, she had 10 hours, 37 minutes and 36, 35, 34, 33, 32… seconds. Today was her day she took off, and she knew exactly what she was going to do. First, she would wake up, get ready like any other day, finish a little bit of her article, and take her Mac to the coffee shop. Order a half and half and finish the rest of her article. She would have Berth 42 minutes late and walk off on her after she told her about the VIP tickets. And here she was, following her list she made 4 months ago.

Next was a trip to the spa to get her hair, nails and massage done for the night. Since she didn't want to seem insane, she set up her appointment only 5 days ago, and she wouldn't be a second late or early. She got there just in time (obviously) and right before the front desk called her name. "I'm here." Yami said confidently and followed the lady to a private room where she could change into a robe and store all her stuff in her rented room. A masculine man came in when she was done, he had no shirt on and white pants that were thin, but showed nothing sexual whatsoever. She smiled and lied down on the soft table, and felt his warm hands on her back. The time flied by, and she was getting her manicure and pedicure. She chose a bright red that some people would think they were laughing at her pale eyes. Since she was going to a night concert, she might as well look like it. After both toes and hands, she started her hair. She decided to have her hair curling at the ends, but the same red was on the tips of her hair. Her outfit was going to be perfect, and only 7 more hours.

Next, she walked a mile to her favorite restaurant; La Luscious. She ordered a simple ravioli pasta with salad on the side that she slowly ate for half an hour. After paying the bill, she started to stroll back home.

Until she noticed someone irregular in this crowd. He had orange hair that stood up in different directions and black eyes. He held no emotion, whatsoever. He had purple headphones and a black t-shirt with a matching purple scarf. He had white shorts on, but they were thick unlike the spa man. To finish off, he had on black boots with a purple stripe going down the middle.

She didn't know who he was, yet he stood out from everyone else. She stared at him for a while until his eyes caught hers. She tried to quickly look away, but she was sure he knew she was looking at her. She slightly panicked and slowly tried to walk pass him.

He then grabbed her arm, and she instantly froze. He stared at her (eyes which she tried very hard to look away from) for a heavy long minute before letting her go. She stood still for another minute before she realized he was gone. 'Who is that guy? He's pretty strange, I thought he would lead me somewhere… I can't think about that! I still have the concert! I gotta get home!' Yami thought to herself before her feet began to move again. Since she was off schedule, she was walk running home, trying to forget the male she just encountered.

She luckily got home in time to flip to her favorite show and start to get ready. Yami changed out of her day clothes and changed into her kimono, which were a few inches above her knees. It was a ghost white with the obi black, but unusually the bow was in the front, not the back. She also had a red belt that was held together with a black rectangle-like buckle. Only her right arm had a kimono sleeve while the left arm was left bare, even the shoulder. A red layer was under the ghost white kimono, but you couldn't really see it. Her legs were covered with knee high stockings that were covered with red shoes with yet more matching red headphones. She put her clothes on carefully so she wouldn't ruin her hair, so in half an hour, she was fully clothed. She had 3 hours and 30 minutes until the VIP tour. She smiled and went to check off that she had everything before she walked out the door. She knew it'd take her 3 hours to get to the concert hall on foot, so she took her time.

She got there 15 minutes early, and she surprisingly saw Berth walking towards her.

"You're surprisingly early." Yami noted.

"You're welcome." Berth replied with a smirk.

"Yeah, thanks." Yami sighed before seeing a woman walk up to them.

"You two are the VIP, right?" she asked.

"Yup." Yami replied.

"Tickets."

"Here." Yami handed her the tickets.

"Follow." The two girls obeyed and the young woman led them backstage.

"You probably don't know me, but I'm the manager if you wanna say that. Rin and Len are in the changing room, so they'll take a while." The manager explained.

"Do we just call you manager then?"

"It's better than lady. Anyway, we don't have that much staff. Just a band and a couple security guards. I work all the technician stuff from my computer."

"Lovely." Berth decided to join in the conversation.

"Oh, hey, there's the twin."

Yami's heart slowly skipped a beat. She was finally going to meet the Kagamines up close.

"So these are the lucky two?"

"Yup. Don't ask me for names."

"I'm Yami, and this is Berth." Yami replied to Rin, and then almost froze… again. She saw the same orange haired male back from the streets.

Berth caught her friend's eye, so she asked "Who's that?"

"Him? That's Amaterasu, but he goes by Ama." Len replied.

"Did you see Ama before? He likes to go out a lot, but I don't know where." Rin added.

"… Yeah, a few hours ago." Yami admitted.

Ama looked their way, and both Kagamines waved at him in sync. He waved back with a light smile before walking over to them.

"Ama, this is Yami and Berth. I guess you and Yami already met, though." Len explained.

Ama nodded. "We did. Nice to meet you, Yami. Sorry for being so strange back there. I don't do too well with strangers. I guess we're no longer strangers."

Yami's heart was almost exploding. "Y-yeah. What a coincidence." She awkwardly replied. A deafening silence passed by them before Yami broke it.

"So what are you doing here, Ama? Not being mean, just curious."

"Well, I'm also a Vocaloid, but I was recently created so I'm not that very known. I'm in the next concert, though. I'm sorta here to observe I guess."

"Huh, is that so? I'll be sure to come to the next concert then." Yami smiled lightly, just to be friendly. Her heart was still set on Len, even though he was already with Rin. A few more minutes past and everyone had to go their separate ways, expect Len and Yami.

"Hey."

"Y-yes?"

"… Here. You can have this. Just don't tell anyone." Len said as he handed her a single rose, but he only did it for a simple fangirl. He didn't like her in that way or anything. Yami knew that.

"Th-thanks."

"Don't mention it." Len replied with a light smile before he had to go to Rin and Yami had to get to her seat along with Berth.

The concert was amazing to Yami, and she could notice that Ama was peeking through the curtains from backstage. She giggled at that thought, so she had a blast of a time. She was sorrowful that the concert had to end so soon, though. Luckily, the manager let the two fans stay during clean up, as long as they helped.

"So how'd you get your job?"

"My grandparent made the Vocaloids."

"Grandparent?"

"They never told me anything about …it. They're dead now, but I still don't know if it's a male or female."

"Wow…" Yami stood in shock.

"C'mon. Don't just stand there all day." Berth told Yami while sweeping away rubbish. Yami sighed and went back to working. After some of the work got done, Ama was nice enough to help. He only helped out a little bit before he went out, but most of the work was done.

"You guys can go. I can handle the rest. Thanks for the help." Manager told the girls before they left, getting free tickets to the concert, of course.

Berth and Yami lived separate directions, so Yami said bye to Berth before walking in the direction to her apartment. That's when she heard singing. It was defiantly male, but it had a robotic sort of voice.

It was a Vocaloid.

Just so you guys know, I'm not telling you who these characters are based off of. It's a secret. Don't bother to ask me about the characters, RP, etc. etc. Maybe if I get enough reviews, I'll tell you guys more about the origin of this story.

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