A/N hi this is Karui and this is my first fanfic I'd love reviews and I'll try to get the first few chapters out ASAP so you won't have just one chapter to read AND PLEASE REVIEW! oh pff and enjoy it if you can

Hi, my name is Keri and I am an nobody girl without any freinds who likes to sing. Oh, and don't ever call me Chan. Ever.

My main problem is the vocaloids. They go to my school and everybody loves them. Heck they even performed at the fall festival. Compared to them I'm nobody. All I ever do is sing at the local karyoke joint, but they always go all out with these huge concerts and complicated dance numbers.

Of course everybody loves them. Especially that annoying Kagamine Len and his twin Rin. And don't even get me started on miss perfect Miku-chan, queen of the school. Shion Kaito wasn't that bad, because when he isn't singing he tends to be really... normal. Hatsune Mikou, too.

But it wasn't until they started recruiting members that they really started to bug me.

. . .

"Come on, Gakupo-san! We need you." Miku pleaded.

"You already have plenty of members, Hatsune-chan. No." Gakaupo said for the hundredth time. I smiled to myself, glad that someone was rejecting Miku's pleading. So far she had already gotten Megurine Luka, Akita Neru and Megpoid Gumi to join her group. And it had only been a couple days. Miku may be an annoying princessy brat, but she sure could find talent fast. So far only Gakupo and some kid named Piko had refused her.

I had wanted to talk to that Piko character, but he had run to class to quickly. The only thing I know about him is that he's really weird, he twitches a lot, like he has a bunch of pent up energy. And now that it was lunch period I had hoped to find him.

I spotted a rush of white and saw a taut figure walking with a blue lunch box. It was him! I rushed over to meet him.

"Um, Hi. Are you Utatane Piko-san?" I asked, my face feeling hot. He nodded and made a quiet mhmm sound. "I'm Keri."

"I know. I've seen you in class." Piko responded quietly. Honestly, I was shocked at how sweet and melodic his voice was.

"Well, I saw you reject Hatsune Miku-chan when she asked you to join vocaloid." I said. This conversation was getting really awkward.

"I don't really sing in front of people much... It's really just a hobby." he smiled and I breathed a sigh of releif. He was warming up to conversation.

"Oh, that's cool. I really like singing. Actually if you wanted I could show you this really fun karyoke joint after school sometime."

"That sounds fun. I'd love to." His shoulder twitched.

"Great! Tomorrow after school? Meet in front of school?"

"Sure."

"See you 'round." I said turning to the girl's lunch table.

"Oh, and Keri-chan?" Piko asked.

"Keri. Just call me Keri." I said, trying not to let my annoyance show.

"Keri." he laughed, quietly. "Watch out for those vocaloids." He ran off, before I could respond. And not in the direction of his table.

"I wonder where he's going..." I muttered to myself as I sat at my table. Maybe I finally had a chance at making a friend. I had never been a social person, because I understand machine's better more than people. I had always been the one to go to for a broken computer, or to get the best game mods. And, truth be told, I have a really quick temper. The only people I had grown up around were stuck up girly girls and guys that I attacked on sight.

Maybe this would be good for me.

. . .

I stood in front of the school building, dressed in my street clothes- a long t-shirt and black jeans. I had my usual jewelry on, which was two long silver necklaces, a steel bracelet fitted around my left forearm and a mood ring that always had cool color schemes.

I saw Piko walk out of the school and waved. He ran over, shoes smacking the pavement, evenly.

He was wearing a long white sleeveless shirt thing with a bunch of buttons, black pants, complicated boots and weird arm warmers that reminded me of the vocaloids. His clear blue eyes were shining with excitement and his white hair was blowing in the wind.

"Hello, Keri." He said.

"Hi, Piko. You ready to go?" I responded. He nodded. "Follow me, 'kay?"

I started walking down the side walk and he matched my pace.

"So you like to sing?" He asked as we walked off school grounds.

"Yeah, to me it's like getting absorbed into another world. Ya know? It just makes me feel so free." I said, hoping I didn't, sound too crazy. "So how come you like singing?"

"It takes my mind off... stuff." I don't know why, but this immediatley made me think what's his home environment like? I remember him not coming to school on occasion and always coming back with scratches on his arms.

We were both quiet for a bit, then I said "We're almost there. Just around this corner."

"I didn't know there was a karyoke place this close to school." Piko responded with a hint of curiousity.

"You bet there is. Utatane Piko, I welcome you to Mira's Karyoke cafe!" We turned the corner and there it was. The picture hanging over the little cafe's name showed a coffee mug with a music note rising out of it like steam.

A/N CHAPTER END: How was it? bad? Horrible? DOWNRIGHT BORING? Yeah well this was just an explain kinda chapter I think, and that is EXACTLY what I imagine Piko as-just exactly... PLEASE REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW