AN: Thank you, Ninja! Here is Go Google It and Dancing Samurai! Just funny ones. There's two, because, well, they're short. Oh, I also wanted to mention that I'm not going to do Spice! That's kinda along the lines of Duke Venomania…I may do Fire Flower though, even though I don't like Rin very much.

7. Go Google It

I met him online, a few years ago. Then I realized we already live in the same house, the Vocaloid Mansion. We were good friends, but Gakupo was trying to be more than that.

"Please don't ask me anything else," I say one morning as he tries his normal technique—be annoying.

"You want to know more about me, I think, and I want to know more about you." Gakupo says with a smirk as he follows me into the kitchen.

"I already know you pretty well, Gakupo. We live in the same house." I say with a growl. Kaito, sitting on the kitchen counter with a pint of ice cream and a spoon, says softly, "Oh, trust me, you know nothing. Did you know that on weekends Gakupo likes to watch—" Gakupo darts over and shoves a towel in Kaito's mouth.

Kaito muffles a sigh through the towel and stalked out of the room, ice cream still in hand.

"So, do you like eggplant?" Gakupo takes Kaito's place on the counter, smiling stupidly.

"Go google it."

"Google? What, you want me to search 'Does Luka like eggplant?'" Gakupo laughs, thinking I'm kidding. "Fine then. Do you like purple?"

I take a second to stare at his purple ponytail. "Go google it and find out."

Gakupo's eyebrows furrow together and he looks utterly confused. "Um…well…how about…do you like samurais?"

"Samurais?" I am amazed at his moronic questions. "Go google it."

"You love me, don't you?" I blush furiously as he asks so suddenly. "Your face is red," He adds.

"It's from all the stupid tuna!" I growl, removing a fork from the silverware drawer and setting it on the counter.

"Sure, you believe that, Luka." He steps to the ground, pulling up the long, loose sleeves that are part of his samurai uniform. He steps toward me and I instinctively grasp the fork. He comes up behind me and hugs me, and I pause.

"Hey, guys, we have any bananas-OH MY HEADPHONES!" I hear Len's girly voice ring out from behind us and tense. "GUYS! LUKA'S GONNA MURDER GAKUPO!"

Dang. There goes the moment. As the other vocaloid residents gather to watch me kill Gakupo, I know what is expected of me. As much as I want to stay here, and never leave his arms, not hurting him somehow would let him know that.

So I stab his hand with the fork.

8: Dancing Samurai

The samurai code is as follows- if you are stripped of your honor, you kill yourself. I take a slightly different outlook on that.

I'm on the dance floor on a Friday night, giving it all I've got. I can see that a couple of people are definitely impressed with my style. That's when I spot…them. The blue-haired one, pitifully attempting to do the worm, being cheered on by the yellow-ponytailed one. Where'd these two jokers come from? The blue one is still spastically flailing when I walk over. My tall, muscled, menacing figure apparently frightens the little yellow one, because he darts away to hide behind a girl who looks a lot like him.

"Grab the road roller Rin, he's gonna kill me!" Ohhh. It's Len.

I roll my eyes, then glare down at the blue fool. If that was Len, this must be Kaito. How different he looks when decked out in glittery spandex.

"Kaito." I kick him hard in the side and he stops seizing, just laying on the floor and looking up at me.

"Oh, hai!" He says, and I can see the remnants of his ice cream lunch all over his face. What a moron!

"Kaito, you know you can't dance, right?" I growl.

He looks sad. "Really? I thought I was really good…Meiko seemed impressed!"

I glance over at Meiko, who's singing Girls Just Wanna Have Fun with a hardcore slur. "Meiko is drunk." I say, and Kaito deflates.

"You know I'm a samurai, right?" I say slowly.

"Yeah, that's why you're decked out in those comfy looking jammies." At the mention of my clothes looking like jammies I kick him again. "Ow!"

"These aren't jammies! And—urgh. Anyway, my samurai code is, if you can't dance…die."

"Isn't that a little harsh?" Kaito says, cocking his head to one side. "And I'm no samurai."

"Yes, I know." I say, rolling my eyes. "I just wanted you to feel bad about yourself."

"Aww, I love you too, buddy." Kaito grins sarcastically and Len creeps back out from behind Rin.

At that moment, Meiko comes rushing over, holding a bottle that's splashing out all over me. "Whoo! Wooooo! This is so much fun, we have to do this again, and Kaito, you should wear that everyday—woo!" She tips over onto the ground and I hold my palm to my forehead.

Why in the world do I hang out with these people?

AN: Yeah, I know, not the best. If you want something better, you have to suggest songs for me to do! I'm running out of ideas, which is sad because I know so many of these songs, but that's not the point. Suggest songs, and keep on reviewing!