This time the rules were:

-a fanmade and original vocaloid being paired together

- a short scene, but beautifully described in rich, non-cheesy detail C:

Personally, I think vocaloidofos added the "non-cheesy detail" part after I submitted mine. That being said, hope you like cheese and lots of it. =3

To clear some stuff up, Alpha is a fanmade I saw on google (and dA too, I think) and I liked his character, so I nabbed him. So yeah, I'll be using him and Katsuo in future stories.

And maybe I should have mentioned this before, but I usually miss words rather than misspell, so yeah. If something sounds awkward, it's probably because I skipped a word and can't find it. x3

When do friends stop wanting be friends? When do they want to end a relationship just to start a different one? When does it become about love rather than friendship? Perhaps it is when they stop being a part of your day, and become the day. When they are no longer the comfort by your side, but the smile on your face.

The same had happen to Luki Megurine, in truth. He didn't know when exactly the little twitter in his heart could be labeled "love," but he knew it was there. He knew that he loved only one person and they happen to work right down the street. Every day. From nine o'clock in the morning to four o'clock in the afternoon. Every day. And every day, they were beautiful.

And blind.

He was reminded just how blind his love was on days like this, where he was left to stand in front of the window at the convenience store and watch. Just watch. Watch every movement that made his chest wrench in a delightful, but unbearable pain.

Alright, so he felt a bit like a stalker, but it wasn't like he didn't know. "He" as in his unrequited love. Luki knew that the other man knew he was there because the blue-haired clerk would turn every now and then, meet his aquamarine eyes, and then turn away. It was small things like that which encouraged Luki to return to his place in front of the window. He never stayed for long, though. Just enough to capture the clerk's image in his mind for the rest of the day. It was all it took to ensure the smile across Luki's face remained.

However, it was becoming more and more difficult to hold that smile throughout the entire day. Twenty-four hours was a long time and one image could not last so long. Maybe this time he should wait until the clerk was done with work? But he had to go to school. God forbid he missed his Music Theory class. His sister would kill him!

No, waiting wasn't an option. There weren't many people in the store, so perhaps he should just walk in and have a conversation right there?

No, no, he couldn't. It would be so awkward. Luki focused back into reality to catch the man drinking a bottle of water. It was a simple movement. But it was the way his throat moved, the way his eyelids were delicately shut, the way the water was slowly being drai-

He felt like a stalker again. Maybe that was just what love did to people though. Make them into nervous stalkers, unable to come up with a simple way to say "hello" and then continue from there.

The blue-haired man noticed Luki watching again. His lips were suddenly pressed into a line and he walked up to the window. Was this it? Would he finally get his chance? The clerk leaned down, picked up a sign, and then taped it onto the window. He put it exactly where Luki was looking in too.

If there was ever a time where he felt shot down, it would be at that exact moment. Completely and utterly rejected. What's worse, the sign was for live bait. There was even a cartoon of a seductive worm too. Sure, why not add embarrassment to the situation? It wasn't like he could just gouge his heart out and be done with it.

Maybe he should just go in and talk to him...? Maybe he should stop asking these questions and actually do something. If he recalled correctly, Alpha was working too, so he could just talk to him if confronting his love would prove to be too much.

With a heavy sigh, the semi-stalker Luki turned and walked to glass door of the store. A small bell tinged as he opened it, his brain almost doing the exact same. Ringing, that is. His thoughts rang so loudly and all at once that it as was if he couldn't hear anything else. It was all a jumble of questions, comments, and intentions. He was almost glad he couldn't hear some of them because of what they said. He didn't really need a nosebleed, so it was best if his thoughts remained indistinguishable.

Before he knew it, Luki stood at the register. The blue scarf wearing man was before him, an incredulous look scrawled across his face. Luki opened his mouth to say something, closed it, and opened it again. He went through this cycle one more time before the clerk raised an eyebrow at him.

"What is it, Luki?" the blue-haired man asked. His tone wasn't irritated or upset or even confused. It was just blank. As if he was expecting this. As if he was expecting the pink teen to make a fool of himself. Luki's face was painted with a light pink, similar to his hair, at the thought.

"Where'sAlpha?" Luki asked in one breath, almost one syllable. Again, it felt like he was expecting it. The clerk smiled lightly, clearly noticing something that Luki didn't.

"Here," a monotone voice answered. Luki jumped, surprised to find Alpha beside him.

The pink boy panicked. "Ineedtotalktoyou," he sputtered out before grabbing Alpha's gray sleeve. He quickly dragged the employee to the back of the small convenience store.

When there, Luki faced the monotone man and then just about stopped thinking. Alpha's appearance in general was something that made people take second glances, but that he came work looking like that too was just too much. His slate-gray hair was pointing in every direction except for it being flat on his right side. He obviously slept on his right and didn't bother to brush his hair at all, but that was ignorable. What really took the cake was his choice in clothing: a long, gray coat similar to the clerks, but different designs in neon blue, a black shirt that ended mid-thigh with more neon blue highlights, and tight blue jeans (that happen to be borderline spandex) with rips everywhere that -- together with his knee high biker boots -- made him look like a male prostitute. Or a model. They were practically both the same anyway.

"What?" Alpha asked in plain voice. He really only change his voice when talking to make a good impression, discussing music, or singing (which was only techno or rock). Otherwise, he was a rather monotone sort of person.

Luki shook his head, deciding to harass the gray-clad man later. And then the panic/nervous/cliché-fluff-spazzing was back. "Ican'tconfessandIneedyourhelp," he blurted out in one hushed string of sounds. They couldn't really be counted as words since it resembled a collage of unintelligent words similar to Meiko's drunk rambling more than words.

The other man stared at him for a brief moment before looking confused. "Was that s'posed to be a question or a pick-up line 'cause both suck," he said, his brows furrowing above his silver eyes. There were times when his speech often fell into a state of lazy slang, but still with the same unchanging tone.

Perhaps Luki really was a fool. His left hand gripped one of the two loose belts around his waist as he tried to slow down his heart and mind. If he could, maybe slowing them down to a stop would be best? Then again, miracles are silly.

"I need you to help confess to someone," he muttered, his looking down so his hair could shadow his eyes.

Alpha grinned, but eyes remained the same. It was about time Luki found a girl. He was always too busy playing around with multiple girls to settle for one. The gray teen didn't understand it, but maybe he wasn't supposed to. Luki was his elder by two years, after all. Alpha was just working for some extra money. You always need to pay extra for the pants with holes already in them, you know.

"Ya just gotta be straigh' forward," Alpha offered. "If ya wanna go out with 'er, then tell 'er so. If ya wanna to talk to 'er, then do it. If ya wanna hold 'er hand, then-"

"Hold 'er hand?" Luki asked, finishing the sentence in the other's manner of speech.

"Yeah. Noth'n to it."

"Yeah. Noth'n-" he stopped himself from sounding like Alpha again. It would be for his love, his previous friend, so it would be worth it. Of course it would. Then he nodded to himself, building his confidence, and turned towards the blue-scarf man behind the counter. He was casually going through an old catalogue with boredom scrawled across his face. His uniquely blue hair falling softly over his forehead, creating a veil over his dazzling eyes. Each line of his face, each simple movement, even nothing from the man was enough to hold his attention. Luki didn't understand how they had managed to say just friends all this time. He couldn't handle being 'friends' anymore. Even the man's name was enough to flush his face. But he should at least be able to do that first, right?

Nothing to it.

"Kaito," Luki mouthed, a pleasant churning echoing in his stomach even though he used no voice.

Nothing to it.

He walked up to the counter, each step threatened by his knees giving out underneath him.

Be straight forward.

Their eyes met.

If you want to do it-

Luki grabbed the Kaito's sky blue scarf in his fist.

-then do it.

In an instant he pulled the blue-haired clerk to himself and into what he wished would have been a gentle kiss, but to be honest, gentle wasn't forcing yourself on another.

After about four seconds of standing there in the moment and living each as much he could, Luki broke off and turned to Alpha with a wide grin across his face.

"Like that, right?" he asked, excited and happy.

Kaito punched him in the jaw. Luki fell over.

"No, not really," Alpha said, not really surprised.