Disclaimer: I don't own Vocaloid. I just own the plot. I just started writing this because I was bored and listening to songs that put me in the mood to write fantasy, and so I did. The Music Project is being continued, I'm just a person who needs a few things to do at once.

Hatsune Miku ran home from school, tears threatening to spill from the corners of teal eyes. She held her books tight to her chest, stumbling up unfamiliar porch steps and into her new house.

She hated school, hated that she couldn't seem to make friends with the kids there, hated that she'd had to move. Slamming her things down on the table, she ran up to her bedroom and flopped on her bed. She hadn't spoken to a single student, and not a single student had spoken to her. Teachers forgot her name. She never felt alone at home, her real home. There she had friends, people who understood her. She buried her face in the pillow, crying. Why did people always tell you that everything would be fine, and then it never was?

She wished she could leave this stupid place. What had she done? It wasn't fair that her father had gotten this new job in a town where nobody found her to be worth speaking to. She had always been shy unless it was with people she knew well. With her friends she was enthusiastic, confident, and caring. Here she was alone, with nothing worth saying and no one to say anything to.

She needed friends. She'd do anything for someone to be able to rely on. She hated lying around feeling sorry for herself, but it was all that was left for her to do.

The long day of schoolwork and being alone suddenly caught up with her, and she found herself slowly dozing off on the tear stained pillow. Sighing, she closed her tired eyes and fell asleep.

When Miku's eyes opened she found herself in an unfamiliar place-more unfamiliar than her so-called home. She lay on her side, curled up slightly. Her head rested on her arm, which was splayed out on some sort of soft moss. A glistening white dress was pooled around her legs.

She pressed her weight on her arm, pushing herself into a sitting position. She remembered crying and instinctively wiped her eyes with her other hand, but found them dry, the skin on her cheeks not at all puffy.

Blinking in the sunlight, Miku looked around. She sat in a patch of sunlight streaming through many tall trees. Soft moss was beneath her. She assumed she was in some kind of forest. Brightly colored flowers and mushrooms adorned the bright ground, and her unfamiliar dress sparkled with the colors of the rainbow when she moved.

Still disoriented, she rose. What was this place? How had she gotten here? She spun in a circle, looking for something she recognized.

Some strange instinct led her to a pond nearby. She looked in. The pond was as reflective as a mirror; she could see herself clearly. Leaves and flowers were twisted into a loose teal braid that fell over her shoulder, gentle curls framing her face. She never wore her hair like this. Her feet were bare, but some sort of grass was wound around her legs and tied in a bow at her knees.

"Are you going to stand there admiring yourself all day?"

Miku jumped at the sound of a squeaky female voice very close to her right ear. She spun in a circle, but nobody was there. She suspiciously looked around at the forest around her.

"You're not going to get anywhere by turning in circles," said another high voice, though this one was slightly more male. This time it was in her left ear.

"Definitely not," agreed the female voice from her right.

"Wh-who is that?" she stuttered.

Giggles came from both sides.

"Maybe you should try just turning your head," said the male voice. For lack of a better option, she obeyed, slowly looking toward her left shoulder and keeping the rest of her body still. Her eyes widened at what she saw.

"That's better," he said.

She was staring at a tiny boy with messy blond hair, delicately pointed ears, and thin fluttering wings. He was about three to four inches tall, and rested just the tips of his toes on her shoulder, so lightly that she must have mistaken it for only her braided hair falling on her bare skin.

"What are you?" she murmured, staring into his miniscule blue eyes.

The sound of somebody clearing their throat had her whipping her head around to look at the tiny girl on her right shoulder. She had similar features-blond hair cut in a bob, bangs pinned back, blue eyes, and thin yellow-green tinted wings. Grinning mischievously, she fluttered off Miku's shoulder and stopped in front of her face, wings holding her up. The boy joined her.

"Pixies. What else would we be?" the girl frowned. "The real question is what you are."

"H-Hatsune Miku. Human."

"Ooh, a human!" the girl gasped.

"We haven't seen one of those since that guy Queen Meiko accidentally poisoned!" the boy exclaimed. Miku gulped. Poisoned?

"Well, we're Kagamine Rin and Len, pleased to make your acquaintance!" the girl, Rin, squeaked.

"Even if you are something as uninteresting as a human," Len added, tiny nose wrinkled.

Miku tried not to be offended. "I suppose it's nice to meet you too. Do you think you could find a way to let me go home?"

"Home? The human world?" Rin looked confused. "Why would you ever want to go there?"

"Humans aren't right in the head," Len explained in a whisper, still loud enough for Miku to hear. Miku opened her mouth to protest, but the male pixie continued. "But we do know of someone who could help you, if it's what you really want." he said to her.

"Ooh, are we taking her to Luka-sama?" Rin asked

"To Luka-sama!" her brother confirmed. With that, they fluttered off, and all a rather confused Miku could do was follow.

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