A/N : Yo. It's me, Luvandia here. :D And I'm here to bring you another one of my awesome drabbles/one-shots/wtf-length short stories to tell you guys I'm not dead. It's just really hard to update when your computer is spoiled. D:

I don't own the Vocaloids. I'd be helluva rich if I did.

"It'll be sooooo fun!" Miku was far beyond elated & excited as she grabbed onto her boyfriend's arm, hugging it tightly to her body, keeping it warm.

The tealette and the blonde boy were at the Mall, wandering around. They had originally planned to see a movie, but once they heard from their friends the contents of it, they decided to spend their date walking around the mall. Quite frequently, an interesting shop would pop up and Miku would drag poor Len into each one, forcing him to endure the torture known as shopping.

The mall itself was mostly whitish, probably since it would take forever and a year to paint the whole place. Other than the shops, people and escalators, it was pretty much dull and colorless.

"You're kind of cutting off my blood circulation; my arm could fall off," Len stared at his arm, reddened from the elbow to who-knows-where as the rest of him was hidden under his loose, ocean-blue T-shirt that had the words 'Pedobear, Run Kids Run!' printed in bold on it, with a pale, yellow singlet underneath, peeking out from the V-neck of the T-shirt. His jeans were in a shade of blue, the extremely dark kind you would see when you look at the sky at night, held on by a belt of yellow and orange triangles in a simple pattern.

"Sorry!" Miku instantly let go of the arm, watching it dangle limply by her boyfriend's side, turning from a pale white back to a healthy beige, hoping it wouldn't fall off. She didn't need that kind of guilt on her shoulders for the rest of her life.

"Joking," Len chuckled at how easy it was to trick her. Miku was so naïve, but she never enjoyed having her denseness taken advantage of, so she punched the very arm she was hugging with love a while ago, lightly. Her cheeks puffed out cutely in anger, only leading to Len laughing even harder.

Suddenly, whispers filled the air. They were in hushed tones, but loud enough for someone to make out what was said with ease. Noise only emitted from the floors below and above, but none on the floor they were on. The murmurs grew louder, trying to beat each other in volume.

"How embarrassing."

"That girl doesn't even notice!"

"So pathetic…"

"This is going on Youtube."

It was at that specific, convenient time that Miku felt a small trickle down her legs.

Hesitant, her eyeballs slowly lowered down, her line of vision following…

To find that her white cotton socks had been stained, a splash of deep crimson on one side, from a trail of blood coming from in between her legs. Her head whipped around, face almost as red as the blood and tears in her eyed, only to be rewarded by the loud whooping, chattering and shameless pointing and laughing at her embarrassing accident.

Was this really happening? Why only to her? Why were they laughing, couldn't those stupid people help out?

Questions like these were swirling in her head, in one big mess, like dirty clothes on Laundry Day. It not only made her dizzy, but gave her a terrible headache. Her legs fell asleep and she let herself fall to her knees, trying to recover from the world spinning around her.

Pathetic. She was pathetic. Didn't even bother to check the date, didn't even bother to confirm the arrival of her... time of the month, didn't even-

"Look, you heartless creatures, it's not funny," Len's eyes were narrowed as he scanned through the crowd, making sure they all caught his death glare. He stepped in front of Miku, blocking her from majority of the people's line of view, in an attempt to shield his now sobbing girlfriend from nosy, prying eyes. He whispered to her, "Go and clean up."

Luckily from them, their current position in the mall was only a few feet away from the familiar entrance to the washrooms. Miku clambered up, her teal-hair swaying as she forced her legs to wake up and start running, while the crowd that had gathered around them looked away in shame of laughing at her, especially with Len throwing a large amount of guilt at them – guilt they deserved.

After a while, the crowd slowly dispersed and Miku rushed out soon after in the same outfit she was wearing when she entered – only, without her socks on. That meant a creamy yellow, unbuttoned jacket, with a pink shirt underneath, a blue skirt the same shade as Kaito's scarf and white sneakers with neon shoelaces. (A/N : LOL FANFIC REFERENCE. Go read it. It's genius. It's called 'Neon Shoelaces'. I hear the angels singing 'genius' in a dramatic fashion in my head. Go. As soon as you finish reading this. Come on, a 12 year old kid is giving a recommendation! You better read it.)

"When we return to the Vocaloid household, nothing happened," Miku stared at Len with a very serious expression, not wanting anyone to hear of this incident.

"Sure, Miku," Len had his arms behind his head as he walked on. Miku grabbed the arm closest to her – his left arm, and forced it down before pulling him close to her and giving him a kiss on the cheek, short and sweet.

Ending note : Review. It won't kill you. Review, then look up the story Neon Shoelaces by NagamiKai and read it. Free advertising 8D