I wish I could own Vocaloid, but I'm neither rich nor famous enough to do so. Sad day.

Criticism or feedback is very much appreciated. :D

I nibbled my bottom lip as I looked at the silky black fabric in my hands, mentally cursing Master for dragging me into this stupid plan of his.

"You almost done in there?!"

I may have screamed like a girl at my crush's sudden booming voice.

"U-Uh...almost! But, can you go get Master for me? I need to ask her about...somethin...important." I was never good at coming up with things on-the-spot, and I never will be.

"Sure, Len. But you better hurry up! The studio crew is starting to get ticked!"

I huffed out the sigh I had been holding in after Kaito's retreating footsteps faded (maybe I should give him some pointers on how to not stomp around like an elephant), and grabbed the black dress that I had dropped onto the ground. I will admit that the dress is very pretty and rather...arousing, but there was no way I was wearing this out there! It had to be some kind of mistake!

I jumped at the rapid knocking coming from outside my door. "Len! You wanted me?!"

I tossed the outfit over the back of a nearby chair and opened the door- revealing a very smug looking master. I closed the door after she had bounced in and pointed to the item on the chair.

"Do you mind explaining why that dress is in my dressing room?"

Her brown orbs gleamed with mirth. "Why, that's what you're wearing for the music video!"

"WHAT?" I think my heart just fell out of my butt. Wait...never mind. I forgot that Vocaloids don't have hearts. We just run on overwhelming emotions. Heh...joy.

Master grabbed one of her long, lilac tresses and twirled it around a delicate finger. "Well, after you confessed to me about who your little crush was, I decided to help you out a bit. You should be thanking me right about now."

"Thanking you for what?! I'll die of embarrassment if I have to stand in front of him in that! And I never confessed to you. You threatened to torch all of my bananas if I didn't tell you!" I knew that threat was for real. I've seen her play with a blow torch before.

The smirk on her coral painted lips fell into a slight frown. "Alright, fine. But can you really blame a girl for wanting to play with a blow torch? Those things are heavenly!"

"Is it too late to transfer over to another master?" I knew that I wouldn't be able to see Kaito everyday if I got transferred, but my robotic life is my main priority right now.

Master slapped my shoulder with an underlying force. "Don't go saying such silly things, Len! You're contract states that you're with me til the day I die." The eerie smile on her face gave me shivers. "Besides, you really don't have an opinion on whether or not you want to wear the dress. The producers and composers demanded it. I'm just hoping its a "kill two birds with one stone" kind of thing- what with your crush on Kaito and all."

I ran my hand over my heated face in defeat. There was no going against the producers. Composers, maybe. But definitely not the producers. "Fine. But can you help me with the outfit? I've never worn a dress before."

She giggled while cracking her knuckles. "Oh, I can do so much more than that. I'll make you work that dress! NOW STRIP AND LET ME SEE WHAT CRYPTON GAVE YA!"

It was quiet. Way too quiet. Its been way too quiet for minutes now, and I'm pretty sure my face could rival Meiko's red themed wardrobe right now. I've never wanted to cry and die in a hole this badly before. Yup, that's right, you heard me. I take back what I said about me being concerned for my life!

"L-Len...is that really you?" Kaito's deep voice broke the thick atmosphere.

My words came out in a growl as I turned my gaze from the tiled floor to Kaito's shocked expression. "Yeah, it really is. Can we start the music video now?"

I hitched up my dress, showing off my black, loli-gothic heels, and strode off towards the set; soon picking up the pace when I heard Master say , "I don't think making him wear the thong was a great idea after all."

Forget the stone, I'm killing those birds with my bare hands. Better yet, how about I switch it to a blow torch?