MASTER's Folder

Disclaimer & Author's Note: I do not own Vocaloid or any and all official/fan-made characters, except my own fan-mades. This is just a collection of one-shots that don't fit anywhere else, or have no space within the ever-complex workings that is my mind. As you can tell already, this folder contains miscellaneous Vocaloid stories that I test-run or just create on a whim that may or may not have a back-story plotline, or are challenges made by others which I answer. One story has minor crossover with Hetelia, requested by Kitty from Vocaloid Otaku, and the other... :3

Aching Hearts

"Len..."

Len didn't respond.

"Len, please... say something?"

"Why?"

"..." Mikuo didn't know what to say, hearing the hate in the younger teen's voice.

"You knew that I loved you, and yet you still went with Dell of all people!"

Mikuo swallowed the dry lump in his throat.

"Len, I'm so sorry that I hurt you..."

"Hurt me?" he spat out, "hurt me? Ha! You did more than that; you BROKE ME!"

"Please... it was a mistake... a horrible mistake."

Len gripped the railing tightly. He was so angry, and yet he was heartbroken too. He wanted nothing more than to punch Mikuo for toying with his heart and his emotions... but... he also couldn't harm the teal-haired teenager.

"Just leave me alone..."

"Len..."

"I said leave me alone," he shouts, and ran off leaving Mikuo alone in the park that overlooked the city. The site made for a beautiful sunset, as its colors painted a beautiful scene with the city. Above him, the light post by the park bench turned on, bathing him with its fluorescent lighting.

Len... I'm so sorry, he thought with a sad gaze at the teen's retreating form.

Why was his heart hurting so much...?

The Meat Dress

"Oh my... Rin!"

She ran to her brother's distressed call. "What?"

"It's a Meat Dress!" Len yells, pointing to the displayed "dress" in the clothing shop they passed by. The dress was made out of flattened sixteen ounce sirloin steaks, extra large strips of bacon, and hotdog links sewn together using twine threading.

"What? A Meat Dress? And just who in their right mind would buy a Meat Dress?" Rin asks Len.

Inside the store, "Yes, can I purchase that dress up on display. It's for my friend Meiko." Kaito was ordering a Meat Dress...

My Love for Germany

Gumi sighs prettily.

"Gumi, dinner's been ready for five minutes now," Gakupo said, as he politely knocked on the open door.

"Oh, sorry Gakupo. I was just looking at Germany again. He's so damn handsome."

Gakupo's eyes overshadowed.

"If only I could marry him... and keep him away from the other girls."

"Well... you should come down for dinner, Gumi-chan," he said with a fake smile she didn't see, since she was looking at his poster on her wall. He quickly left the house.

Len looked out the window, and saw the purple-haired samurai run off on that giant eggplant for legs. How it's alive was anybody's guest.

"Where's he going?"

"Who cares," Luka said absentmindedly.

Gumi sighed, before she moved the mouse, disabling the screen saver that popped up on her computer. "A girl can dream," she whispers, before she saves her work, and then watched the Miku Miku Dance video of herself performing a ballroom dance with Germany.

Len's Shirt

Kaito was walking past the room, when he stopped, and peers inside. Len had just stripped naked, and was now just taking off his tie, and his shirt. He grabs his yellow towel and walks into the adjoined bathroom, and closes the door. Like a ninja, Kaito sneaks in as soon as he heard the shower running, and grabs the shirt. He runs quietly back to his room, closes the door...

And then like some sort of sex-pervert, takes a big whiff of Len's scent on the shirt, and releases an orgasmic sigh of relief.

"Ahh... giggity."

Oh my god! I updated! O_O The world's come to an end! But it won't unless I get some long-required reviews for being so damn LATE!