"...thank you my friend. I know everyone will be ecstatic to see her smiling face in person. Yes. Yes, very soon. Sayonara." He placed the phone on the receiver, and turned back to his tea. "Everything is in place for her 'return'." He was Japanese, with attentive stature and crafty fingers. He spoke in fluent Greek to his companion, a sleepy Grecian with a cat elegantly draped over one shoulder. "...Is...that so?" The Greek spoke slowly, as if he were on the verge of passing out altogether. He then smiled. "Mitsuki...would be pleased." Glancing first at the other and then the photo on the table, the Japanese man smiled wistfully. "She would."

Halfway across the world, a very different conversation was happening.

"What do you mean I'm not going to school? I don't have a virus! Meiko and Rin are waiting for me!" I, Miku Hatsune, placed both hands on the table and affixed my fiery gaze upon my older brother. Said older brother, Kimihiro Watanuki chortled as he set his mug on the table. "Why it's quite simple," he spoke playfully, adjusting his kimono. "You're going on a trip!" "Going on a trip! Going on a trip! Miku-nee is going on a trip!" Maru and Moro playfully responded. "I'm not even on tour!" I complained as I made my breakfast. I glanced outside the window, noting the unusual darkness for early September. "Nii-chan, what time is it?" "Why, it's four-thirty in the morning!" he responded cheerfully. I shot him an exasperated look and muttered between chews of bagel, "No wonder that last charge went so quickly."

I continued my morning in a similar fashion of my early morning school routine, only that it was much earlier, and I was told to change. Upon entering my room, I found that most of my belongings were gone, save for the bed and pieces of furniture, and an outfit of a cami, green top, gray sweatshirt, light blue skirt, and a pair of black leggings. Laying on top of the pile was my beloved union jack guitar pick necklace. It was the first pick I had ever used, and was given to me by a special person whom I could not remember. I always assumed him to be from the UK, due to the Union Jack, but I was never too sure.

Upon re-entering the main quarters, I found Doumeki, an old friend of my brothers, waiting for me. Said brother, Maru, and Moro, stood by the door with him, holding my shoes, and white messenger bag. "Your flight's at 6:00, bound for Beijing; I've packed everything you need. When you land in Beijing, call me and I'll explain where you're headed!" he shoved me out the door and waved as we drove off. "What the..." I was really confused. I wasn't too surprised though. I reminisced as rain began to fall on the dawning Tokyo.

Watanuki, Maru, Moro, and Yuko were the only family I ever remembered having. I knew I wasn't really related to them and that I had been taken in as a 2 year old from my dying mother. Yuko sprang random jobs on Watanuki, and spontaneous trips to the museum or other fantastic places, that became obviously and meticulously planned to keep me happy. Nii-chan's either keeping that tradition, or getting back at me for the random trips and abuse, I mused.Later on in my life, I found my "siblings"; other Vocaloids just like me. That same year, I found out about my real father, and was taken to meet him. Kiku Honda was a genuine Japanese man, but had a warm sparkle to him. He explained in great detail as to why I was created and then given away carefully, and described his late fiancé, Mitsuki Yagami, my mother. I loved him dearly, but just couldn't cope with being away from my foster family, and continued to live in the hidden shop. It was on this trip that I was tutored in the guitar and music from my mystery teacher.

A few years later, Yuko disappeared, and Watanuki inherited the shop. Ever since, he'd been urging me to move on to my father's home, but I stayed, fearing the loneliness would eat him. I was then jolted out of her thoughts by the sudden roar of a plane. I glanced outside and saw a large Korean Air jet fly past. "We're here." Doumeki put the car into park and walked her to the door. "I don't have any other baggage?" He shook his head. "We shipped the boxes last week while you were on your volunteer trip. Got your tickets and your frequent flier card?" I checked my bag and they were all there, along with a bunch of other in-flight amenities I always brought with me. I gave Doumeki a quick hug a jogged through the doors.

I quickly found my terminal, and checked over my ticket carefully. First Class on a commercial flight for once, grinning at my ticket. I had some time, so I wandered aimlessly to a newsstand that was actually open and scanned the titles. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught my favorite manga magazine and quickly snatched it. It was shelved in the wrong place so there was another magazine underneath. It was some cheap gossip mag, nothing too interesting, but the subject...was rather familiar. A few moments later I found myself buying the two magazines, and a candy bar. Returning to the gate, the called the first class passengers up, and I stepped onto the plane hoping that this wasn't a big joke.

LOL ANOTHER FIRST PERSON FIC FTW.

I'm hoping this is much better than my last.

R&R!