Sup, people? Happy July 4th! :)

DISCLAIMER: Ugh, I don't wanna...

Len: You have to.

Me: Nooooo...

Miku: You must.

Me: Noooo...

Mikuo: Seriously.

Me: Noooo...

Rin: Rikasa doesn't own Vocaloid. She doesn't own us. We're freeee!

Me: NOOOOO!


"Good afternoon, your Highness. Thank you for inviting me to tea today," the blonde girl curtsied politely, trying to keep her posture perfect and ladylike. She was determined to befriend the king's daughter; it was an once-in-a-lifetime honor.

"Oh, no need to be so formal! Please call me Michaela," the young princess replied, a smile spreading across her porcelain face. Her long, luscious teal hair was twisted into an elegant knot on the top of her head, complementing her slim figure which was wrapped in a flowing, intricately-patterned gown made from the finest silk in the kingdom. Extending a delicate, gloved arm, she gently shook hands with the girl. "And what, may I ask, shall I call you?"

"Rillianna," the girl replied, returning the smile eagerly. That day, she felt like the luckiest girl in the whole world; she was going to become acquainted-most likely friends- with the princess, and possibly-just possibly-it would increase her chances of becoming the prince's bride and the future queen. After all, her father was one of the wealthiest, most influential noblemen in the kingdom. She couldn't wait to share the good news with Allen!


Chapter 2:

Seat Change

Len's POV:

Breathing in the refreshing morning air, I smiled slightly as I walked to school. Although I knew it would get warmer later in the day, I purposefully wore a long-sleeved shirt, to hide the horrid gash on my arm. Other than that, everything was going well.

"Good morning, Len-kun," a voice said breathlessly from behind me. I turned around and grinned at Miku, one of my two best friends-the other was Mikuo; I was quite close with him, despite his stupidity and annoyingness.

"Onii -chan told me that you were cursed by Animare-san," the teal-haired girl stated bluntly.

"…"

"…"

"Damn you, Mikuo!" I suddenly shouted at nothing in particular, startling Miku. Turning around to look at her, I said, "Don't believe him. He's stupid."

"But…don't you have a wound on your right elbow? That's why you're wearing that shirt on such a hot day, right?"

"…Ah! How nice! We're here already! Let's hurry up and go inside, shall we?" I asked in an overdramatically cheery tone. Miku narrowed her eyes but decided not to push the subject, for the time being at least. Unlike her elder twin brother, she had common sense.

Twenty minutes after the bell had rung, Mr. Big Al stomped up to the front of the room. Pouting sullenly, he glared at everyone in the room through his beady eyes.

"LISTEN UP, BRATS! WE'RE DOING A SEAT CHANGE! NO WHINING! I'M CHOOSING THE SEATS! ME! SO NO TRADING! OR ELSE!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, resulting in many students wincing. Next to me, Miku jumped so hard that she hit her knees on the bottom of the desk.

"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!? GET UUUUUUPPPPPP!" He screeched. Immediately,everyone stood up and made for the back of the room, waiting for him to announce the seats.

"Ka-genie Ray! Ultra-teepee Peeko! Shakine Make-oh! Camel Cackle-poe!" Kagene Rei, Utatane Piko, Sakine Meiko, and Kamui Gackupo trudged to their new seats, too terrified of the wrath of Big Al to correct his severe and slightly comical mispronunciation of their names.

"La-paz Owl-key! Megpod Goony! Casino Potato! You-zookeep Yucky-hairy! He-llama Kyoterri…" Some students beside me started snickering at the absurd mispronunciations. Others were seething with fury, no doubt plotting cockroach-like pranks to disturb Big Al again.

"…Ah-cheeta Neerue! Sue-goyle-knee Tay! Hachune Milu!" Miku gulped and slowly shuffled to her seat.

"Hurry up! HACHUNE! Go and sit next to…Sukone!" Every single student in the classroom gasped in shock. It was the first time that year that Mr. Al had said a student's name correctly. Even Animare looked up from the thick novel that she usually had her nose buried in.

"Second to last row, starting at the left window! Kamigene Ren!" I had the exact same seat as last time. "Annie-marley…whatever her name is!" Animare…I was sitting next to Animare. I was sitting next to Animare?!

Ignoring the pitying stares from other students, I sat at my not-so-new seat. Animare took the seat that had previously been Miku's. The difference between the two girls was so contrasting, it was almost amusing.

Looking at her from the corners of my eyes, I suddenly felt a throb on my arm, where the wound was. Strange…it had stopped hurting already…

Animare had finally put her book away, something that she rarely did, and was gazing passively in Miku's direction. Like always, her choppy blonde hair covered her face. I wondered why she was staring in that direction.

"Um…hi. I'm Len. I know we never really talk to each other, but it's, uh, nice to meet you." I introduced myself awkwardly, speaking to her turned back.

"…"

"…"

"…Yeah. Sorry. It's fine if you don't want to talk." I said, and then cringed at my own cheesiness. Of course she wouldn't want to talk; there was a reason why she never socialized with anyone!

Then, something shocking happened. Animare slowly turned her head towards me, tucking her blonde hair behind her ears. A harsh ray of sunlight from the window hit her face, so bright that I couldn't see her eyes.

"…You…remind me of someone…that I used to know…" in a whispered voice. Then, she turned around again and didn't speak to me for the rest of class.


Miku's POV:

(A few hours ago)

"Shoot, I'm going to be late!" I shifted my heavy bag over my shoulder and ran toward the school.

"Calm down, we still have fifteen minutes left." Mikuo drawled lazily before I lost sight of him.

Nearing the school gates, I finally slowed down, trying to catch my breath. A quick look at my watch told me that I had five minutes left. I paced to my homeroom.

SMACK! Someone suddenly hurtled into me, and I sprawled onto the ground. How rude! That person, who had blue hair and was too busy flirting with the girls beside him didn't even apologize! Getting up quickly-three minutes left!-I saw a boy with a blonde ponytail a few feet ahead and ran to catch up with him. "Good morning, Len-kun," I gasped for air, clutching the cramp in my left side.

Scratch, scratch. My pencil scribbled all over the page in my old notebook as I doodled aimlessly. I had already taken notes on the lesson and finished all of today's homework last night, so I had nothing to do. Even if I tried to read a book or do the next night's homework, I wouldn't have been able to concentrate thanks to the kind and thoughtful girls next to me.

"OMG, this is the best day ever! Kaito-sama just texted me!" Akita whispered to Sukone, who was, unfortunately, sitting next to me.

"OMG, he's so hot! You should totally, like, make out with him!" Sukone replied, and flipped her silver hair in my face. I gagged and tried to fix the misshapen proportions of the hideous person I was attempting to sketch.

"OMG! I can't believe this! One of the three hottest boys in our grade is interested in me!" Akita squealed. I winced, realizing that my person's head was too big. Just like the two chattering girls.

"The three hottest boys in our grade," by the way, was Shion Kaito (Class D-what a dunce!), my brother (gross!), and Len (no comment). Shion was popular because he was flirtatious and annoying and rude, my brother was because he was loud and attention-seeking, and Len was because he was too stupid to realize it. Of course, I didn't really care about popularity and ranking and things like that-Len didn't either, but I wasn't so sure about Mikuo-but every single day, crowds of mindless, squealing fan girls would gossip about them. What a pain! Of course, Sukone was the most popular girl; boys were attracted to her like flies to rotten fruit. It was almost like magic.

Again, I was smacked in the face by another immense hair flip. Sukone giggled, "So if you're with Kaito-sama, who should I get? Hatsune or Kagamine?" Finally satisfied with the proportions of my subject, I proceeded to draw the clothes. And then, I realized that the feet were mismatched.

"Well, I guess Kagamine looks better. Even his ponytail looks good on him, when it would look awful on anyone else. But isn't there already a girl who…?" Suddenly, the two girls' eyes were on me. I blushed and furiously erased my person's right leg.

It was true that I had a crush on Len, although I tried to hide it. Ever since elementary school, when I had first met him, I had been too shy to talk to him. Gradually, I became friendlier with him, getting better at hiding my feelings. It was true that he was good-looking-what with his golden hair, twinkling sky-blue eyes, and gentle smile-but I also liked him because of his intelligent demeanor and kind but sarcastic personality. Without him, Mikuo and I would never have been able to make it through the pains of having no mother, a father slowly dying of cancer, and no money. So nobody could compare me to idiotic girls like Akita and Sukone!

Someday, I would confess to him, straight out from my heart!

"…"

"She's ignoring us."

"Sometimes, I think she's almost as quiet as that witch." So now, their meaningless conversation had turned to Animare. Personally, I had nothing against her; I just thought that she was…odd. And yes, I did think she was unlucky. Of course, calling her a witch would be going too far, but still…It would be safer to avoid her-after all, as the saying goes: better safe than sorry! Although, in my opinion, Sukone was a thousand times creepier than Animare. Just looking at her sent chills down my spine; for some reason, I always felt that she was watching me with malevolent intentions.

RING! Finally!


Len's POV:

"Calm down, Miku. Those rumors are false." I said while casually munching on a banana after class. Miku was standing at my right shoulder, taking care not to touch Animare's chair, because she didn't want to "be like Len and become cursed and wounded." People these days…

"She gave you a gash on your arm!"

"Impossible."

"She never socializes with anyone!"

"Whatever."

"Nobody has ever looked directly into her eyes!"

"Meh."

"She has the same name as that knight we learned about in history!"

"Coincidence."

"She doesn't talk!"

"She just did."

Miku's eyes widened in a mixture of shock and horror. "S-She did?!"

"Yup," I replied, nonchalantly tossing my banana peel into a nearby trash can. Getting out of my seat, I hoisted my book bag over my shoulder and walked away. Miku scampered to walk with me, so she could do a Mikuo and further annoy me with Animare-is-a-witch-and-you-are-in-danger nonsense.

"What did she say? What did her voice sound like? Did you look directly into her eyes? Can I bring flowers to your funeral?" I rolled my eyes at her last question.

"Fine, be that way! Ignore me! If you aren't cursed by Animare first, then Mikuo will kill you!" Miku sniffed, crossing her arms.

I stopped abruptly. "You wouldn't."

"I would."

"You wouldn't."

"Watch me." With that, the teal haired girl whirled around and sprinted away from me. Naturally, I chased after her. I couldn't risk letting her tell Mikuo; he would kill me by boring me to death with his ranting of useless gossip.

I saw Miku disappear around a corner of the school building. When I followed her, I saw two teal-haired teenagers holding an extremely serious conversation. Panting, I went up to them and grimaced when I saw Mikuo smile coldly at me.

"Good afternoon, Len."

"Um…hi?"

All at once, Mikuo towered over me like an angry lion, as Miku put her hands on her hips and smirked. "LEN! Is it really true?! Do you mean to tell me that you're sitting next to her?! What did I tell you?! Do you want to die?!" he roared.


Next up: Chapter 3: Lucky Charm (Len, Miku, Mikuo POV)

"You stupid, ice cream-addicted PERVERT! I hate you!"

"...Animare was right behind him. Staring at him. Muttering something under her breath, like an incantation. What if that girl cursed him?!"

"Someone special gave it to me, a long time ago...His name was Allen."


It's okay, Miku. There's more to life than being good at drawing. Definitely...

So...Miku likes Len. Tei maybe likes Len. Boys and people are attracted to Tei like magic. *ahem*

Now...REVIEW IF YOU READ THIS CHAPTER AND YOU LIKE IT. OR IF YOU DON'T WANT MIKU X LEN. OR IF YOU THINK BIG AL IS DUMB. OR IF YOU MANAGED TO RECOGNIZE EVERY VOCALOID'S NAME THAT HE SAID WRONG. OR IF YOU WANT RIN TO APPEAR MORE. OR IF YOU HAVE EVEN BEEN HIT IN THE FACE BY SOMEONE FLIPPING THEIR HAIR. REVIEW!

Please review, everyone, and stay tuned for Chapter 3! Thank you!

~Rikasa