A/N : Hurricane warnings up where I live this weekend. I'm kind of excited... :3

This next song is by Nickelback and isn't AU.

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Next Contestant:

"If you value my sanity at all, you won't wear that tonight."

Gakupo noticed the small girl in the mirror roll her eyes at his his request, but pointedly thought to ignore it. She pulled her corset in place, then turned to face him. "Get over it, Gakupo. It's a costume, and it was requested for me to wear," Rin stated, settling down on her bed next to him to start putting on her boots.

The purple-haired man sighed loudly, if only to make her feel a little guilty about this. Rin was doing a video with a few other Vocaloids tonight, and her costume was just... ridiculous. Did a corset even count as a shirt? Her shorts barely left anything to the imagination! And he highly doubted the blonde could walk in those high, thin heels. While Rin didn't seem too perplexed about her attire, it was slowly driving him crazy. Why should other people get to see her dressed like... that?

After all, she was his girlfriend, not all of the world's.

She finished with her shoes and returned to the mirror to put on her make-up. "Can't you just reject the song? I'm sure someone else can take your place," he pleaded.

Rin glared at him. "Seriously? It's only a video. I'm a professional—and so are you. You have to wear weird things all the time, and I never complain about it, do I?"

"What about when I was filming Imitation Black?"

"That," she stated, "was just plain strange. Tell me you didn't feel awkward groping my brother with Kaito."

When he realized he couldn't really answer that without screwing himself over either way, he flopped backwards onto the mattress to stare at the ceiling. Why was she so damn stubborn?

Suddenly tired, he closed his eyes. It was her fault he was like this, anyway. He had never been the jealous type, not until recently. So, obviously, it was all her fault. So she should take the necessary steps to fix it. Obviously.

After a few moments of quiet pondering, there was a weight on his stomach. Opening his eyes, Gakupo looked up to see his blonde girlfriend looming over him. She looked stunning, sure, and if she had done this just for him he would have been happy about it. But, no, she was doing it for work. He narrowed his eyes at her when she kissed the tip of his nose. Why did she have to be all cute now, when he was trying to be angry with her?

"That's it," he said on yet another sigh. "I'm coming with you tonight."

Rin sat up, now situated on his lap with her knees on either side of him. "You are so not. Last time, you kept picking a fight with Len the whole shoot. He already felt awkward enough filming Spice!, he didn't need your commentary about keeping his hands to himself," she said, a scowl marring her pretty features.

"Hey." Gakupo sat up on his elbows, returning the younger girl's glare. "His grabby little fingers were all over you."

"Gakkun. He was supposed to be some sort of nymphomaniac. That's what he was told to do."

"You guys were supposed to be doing a music video, not a porno! And what about your Romeo & Cinderella one? You two were all over each other!"

She punched him in the shoulder. "Should I remind you of all the songs you did with Luka where you had to molest her? Think I liked watching that? But I didn't say anything or make a fuss about it." He really, really hated her logic sometimes. She smiled when he didn't retort, and continued, "If it's Len you're worried about, he already knows not to do anything."

Gakupo sat up further, causing Rin to have to brace her arms around his shoulders or risk tumbling onto her hardwood floor. "But it's not only Len. You do stuff like this with lots of other people! Boys and girls alike!" It was true. Not only did he have to fend off the male population with his sword, but also the female. To him, it seemed like everyone was potential competition for his girl. Said girl was still glaring at him. Trying to appease her, he said, "You're mine. Nobody else should be able to—"

Crack. That had been his cheek bone under her fist.

"Don't treat me like a belonging!" she practically shouted, arms raised as if to hit him again.

Holding his wounded face with one hand and bracing the other around her tiny waist so she wouldn't fall, he retorted, "I never treated you like some sort of object, but you are mine now, so that means no one else should have you."

She grabbed a fistful of his long hair and pulled. Ignoring his cries of protest, she sweetly stated, "If anything, you belong to me, not the other way around."

The sad part was that he so believed her.

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After some time of persuasion (Rin called in whining, but whatever), she finally relented in him coming to her shoot with her. The whole ride there, she made him swear that he wasn't going to do anything embarrassing and would let her do what she needed to do. He had agreed, out of fear she'd literally throw him out of the moving vehicle, but wasn't sure how he was going to react in the situation. She'd told him what the song was about, and apparently, it was a romantic piece with Len, of course.

He resisted a sarcastic, "As usual," and followed her into the building, feeling a little happy when she grabbed his hand.

"Remember what we talked about," she murmured when they boarded an elevator. "Or else I'm making you leave."

He nodded at her, silently promising to behave.

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"You are terrible."

Gakupo winced guilty, knowing he deserved it as Rin stormed into her room, him trailing behing her carefully. "Sorry," he said for the umpteenth time that evening.

Turns out, the song had been all kinds of risque, involving many unapproved scenes between Rin and her mirror image, with Gakupo did not appreciate. And he had shown how much he hated it, thoroughly.

"I cannot believe you threw a microphone set at Len, and then argued with the director."

All of which were deserved and true. "Sorry."

"I told you not to come. You'd only get aggravated the whole time. I wonder who's stupider, me for letting you tag along anyway, or you for actually doing all that stuff?"

Another wince as Rin sat herself at her desk, swiveling the chair around to her vanity so that she could begin to remove all her make-up. Evidently, she wasn't looking at him. He'd bet that, if she didn't want to chew him out so much, she wouldn't talk to him, either.

They had both had to leave the shoot early, meaning Rin had to go back tomorrow night, and he highly doubted he's be allowed to go with her this time along. "Sorry," he said on a sigh, awkwardly leaning against her now closed bedroom door.

"Do you really not trust me that much?" she asked, not looking up. "I mean, it's not like I'm gonna' run off in the sunset with Len or anybody just because we sang a song together and kissed a few times."

He was about to tell her that what she did tonight overshot the boundaries of kissing by a long way, but decided not to make her anymore irritated than she already was. "Of course I trust you," he said. "It's other people I don't trust."

"That's lame," she stated. Sighing, she stood up and walked in front of him, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't get you. I know you've dated before, and you've never acted like this with anyone else. What's up with you now?"

"It's not me," he argued. "It's you." Her eyes widened before narrowing, and she scowled at him. He held out his hands in front of him in a calming gesture. "Wait! That's not what I meant." Rin tapped her foot, waiting with her glare firmly set in place. Gakupo groaned, running a hand through his hair. "What I meant was that, it's because I don't want to lose you. So I get jealous when others have the chance to go and steal you away."

"Nobody's stealing me unless I want to be stolen."

The ends of his lips curled up wryly. Only Kagamine Rin could ever say something like that with such assurance. "I know that," he said. "But you are going out with me of all people. You're setting your standards really low."

Her eyes softened and she dropped her arms, staring up at him. "Is that what this is about? That you're not good enough or something?" she asked gently.

When Rin was gentle, chances were that he was being a wimp. "N-No, that's not what I'm saying," he answered, looking away and flushing a deep red, because that's exactly what this was about. She was too good for him.

A pair of small arms wrapped around his waist in a comforting manner. He looked down to see Rin's face buried in his chest, nuzzling him. She could be pretty adorable when she tried. "You know," she said quietly, and he could tell she was embarrassed. "I want you. Not anyone else. I'm not one for being super-cheesy or anything—I'll leave that for you—but being with Gakupo makes me happy. I don't care if other people are smarter or better looking or better for me." He opened his mouth to object (he was smart and handsome, dammit!), but she continued, "I like you, so I'm keeping you, okay?" She peaked up at his through blonde lashed, a blush spread across her cheeks. He didn't say anything, though, because he most likely matched.

Instead, he wrapped his arms around her back, mumbling a quiet, "Okay," before she pulled him down to give him a lingering kiss.

"Now then!" she chirped, pulling away from him and smoothing out her shirt. "Since you still did exactly what I told you not to do today, I'm punishing you. No hooking up or sleeping over for a week."

His happy demeanor immediately crumbled as he stared at the girl flouncing away. He should have seen something like this coming. She was so unfair.

Is that your hand on my girlfriend?
Is that your hand?
I wish you'd do it again
I'll watch you leave here limping
I wish you'd do it again
I'll watch you leave here limping
There goes the next contestant

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A/N: Oh, Gakkun... Sorry, that moment was just getting a little to mushy for Rin's taste.

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