A/N: Hisashiburi ^^" *(Long time no see.) I've been so busy I haven't even been reading MLIA, much less writing Vocaloid fanfictions based off of it. (Okay, so maybe I had all break, but SHUSH. I was uninspired.) Anyways, I have a couple I wanna write now, so hopefully the next one will be up soon ^^

Disclaimer: As much as I love them, I don't own Vocaloid or MLIA.


It was a quiet day in Mr. Kamui's History class. The students filled out worksheets on World War I while their purple-haired teacher (indeed, it was strange, but the students were used to their teachers' unique hair colors,) quietly graded papers at his desk.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and the pink-haired English teacher, Ms. Megurine, entered the classroom. She strode to the front of the room to lean dramatically over Mr. Kamui's desk. He looked up at her from his papers, raising his eyebrows.

"Can I borrow your gun?" she asked quickly.

Mr. Kamui smiled. "The water gun or the real gun?"

"The real one," she clarified, smirking.

The purple-haired teacher reached under his desk and pulled out a large nerf gun, which he handed to Ms. Megurine. "Use it wisely."

She gave a short nod and walked quickly out of the room, her heels going click-click-click on the linoleum. A minute later, the bewildered class heard the dying screams of the juniors in the English class next door as they were pelted with darts.

Mr. Kamui just chuckled and went back to grading.


A/N: If you don't know who those people are... shame on you.

*Goes to do homework I've been neglecting*