'I'm sorry, Lily" said Piko.

"…That's a no, right?" Lily hung her head down. She knew she had no chance with Piko. Ever since his first day at the mansion, she barely talked to him. That blonde boy was always there, he always had been. "Do you like Len, Piko?"

"Of course I like him. He's my friend" said Piko truthfully.

"Do you like him more than a friend?" asked Lily again. Piko was startled by her question.

"Do I like Len more than a friend?" In his mind, he repeated her question again. The blonde boy was like a close friend to Piko… and nothing more, right? "I-I think he's just my friend" said Piko.

"You are unsure, aren't you?" Lily noticed how Piko would look at Len. He smiled more when he was with him. Also, Piko had a light blush on his cheeks when she asked him if he was sure. "Piko, I still won't give up on you. But Len is… not the type of a guy you could just fell for. He is the worst of the worst. I can understand if you liked someone else, but…" Lily trailed off, unsure what to say next.

"He changed"

"No he is not! He's just playing tricks on you!"

"He's not! People can change, Lily. I know Len was a prankster, but he's different now"

"But…"

"He changed, Lily"

On the morning of the Vocaloid concert, the Vocaloids were all busy preparing for it. Some Vocaloids helped each other carrying stuff; the rest went on checking the equipment. Luka, who was standing in the middle of the crowd, walked to the blonde boy sitting on the couch while eating a banana.

"Where's Piko?" said Luka with an attendance check sheet on her hand.

"He's sick" answered Len.

"Sick? He looked fine yesterday"

"Yeah, then we began to talk about the upcoming concert, Piko got scared and started stress eating ended up with him sleeping peacefully on his bed" explained Len.

"Oh…. Maybe it's best to leave him alone in the mansion" said Luka while checking the attendance sheet.

"Wait, wait, wait, what?! Cutey is sick?!" asked Yuuma suddenly.

"Yeah, I'd go check on him, but I'm afraid he might puke"

"Ouch… he needs to be reminded to not eat too much" said Yuuma.

"I'll go tell him later after the concert. It's almost time to go" said Luka while looking at her watch.

"I'll tell him, but can I borrow that umbrella and possibly a plastic bag first?" With an umbrella and a plastic bag on his hand, he ran up t stairs with a slight smirk on his face.

"That was easy" thought Len. After knocking on Piko's door, the silver haired boy opened the door a little and peeked through the door.

"Len?" said Piko.

"Mission successful. Those guys really think you're sick" Len laughed as he entered Piko's room.

"That's good. And the plastic bag and the umbrella?"

"Those are to make my performance realistic. By the way, you can puke in this right?" said Len as he handed the plastic bag to the silver haired boy.

"Puke? No" said Piko disgustedly.

"Well, I can just say that you are fast asleep and I left a note for you"

"What note?"

"A note to say that you need to stop stress eating"

"What? Len!" said Piko angrily. "I don't stress eat"

"Yeah, you do now" said Len with a chuckle.

"Len?" asked Piko.

"Yeah?" answered Len.

"Take care, okay?"

"… You sounded like you're my wife"

"Len!" said Piko with a huge blush on his cheeks. "I'm really worried about you. And Master as well. What will he do when you confront him? I really want you to be safe"

"Are you really that afraid of him?"

"I don't know. But some part of me does, although I'm not sure why…"

"I know Master won't just bow down if we ask him to, but I'm sure I'll be fine. So don't worry much about it" said Len assuredly.

"Alright, but I warned you" said Piko with a smile.

"Len, are you coming or not?" screamed Rin from the first floor.

"Coming"

"Bye, Len" said the silver haired boy.

"See you later" replied the blonde boy before running to down the hall. He arrived at the tour bus just in time for Luka to scold him for taking too long. Len took a seat next to his sister in the front row. After just a few seconds since leaving the mansion, the atmosphere inside the bus began to change. Screams, sobs, and laughs can be heard around the blonde boy. It's almost like their solidarity never happened in the mansion. Without looking around, Len realized everyone was fighting amongst themselves; just like how it's used to. His hand had unconsciously grabbed a water balloon he had stashed underneath his seat.

"If it had been like how it's used to, shouldn't I be throwing this to someone already?" muttered the blonde boy. The time passed slowly but when they finally arrived at their destination, Len breathed a sigh of relieve. He put back the water balloon and walked of the bus with the rest of the Vocaloids; who were still squabbling with each other. Master, who had been waiting for them, cleared his throat to calm the Vocaloids down.

"Everyone go to the backstage for your preparations" Although Master's words were meant for them, his eyes were searching for a certain silver haired Vocaloid. "Where is he?" thought Master while gritting his teeth. His gaze eventually fell upon a certain blonde boy who was also staring at him. The rest of the Vocaloids began walking away, but Len still kept his eyes on Master.

"Master" said Len.

"Len is something the matter?" said Master.

"You're using Piko to control them, right Master?"

"… Come with me, Len" Master led Len to his limousine parked near the tour bus. Once they were inside, Master continued their conversation. "Do you mind repeating your question, Len my boy?"

"Don't play dumb with me! The Vocaloids sudden change of personality, it's all because of you, right?" asked Len angrily.

"I don't understand what you are saying, my boy" said Master calmly, but Len had read through Master's poker face.

"Master, I know everything. You had Piko to change the Vocaloids' personality. You are turning them into puppets!" screamed Len.

"Puppets, you say? None of you are the puppets here"

"What?"

"I gave you a choice and you all wanted a change of personality. I'm just doing what you Vocaloids want"

"You are kidding me, right? You are controlling us! And you never gave us an option to decline it!"

"Yes I did. In fact, how do you manage to control your own personality now?"Master's question had left Len speechless. After the incident last week at Piko's room Len had regained control of his personality. But how exactly did he free himself from it?

"You barely know anything, my boy. If you have further questions feel free to ask. But I won't answer unless its concert related" said Master before leaving the blonde boy alone in his thoughts.