Yesh, I'm back. Last chapter I said something about 'if I was late'. That's 'cuz I start to type the next chapter as soon as I submit the previous. I did't know how long it'd take me to finish, so I kept thinking,'Aw shizz no I'm gonna be late everyone's gonna kill me' before I realized probably nobody was reading this. By now a whoever MIGHT be reading this has skipped down to the firt POV and is ignoring eeeeeverthing I'm typing. BTW, the chapters might be coming slower since it's no longer the weekend and a whooolle new problem is acting up(school)...

I might change the title soon... I mean, I have no plot planned out so far but 'Vocaloid' is a rather boring title...

CAPLOCK= Emphasis only. The bold and italic setting on Notepad is screwed up and messes up the whole friggin' page whenever I try. So CAPSLOCK is my best option.

Whenever I type '-' or '-' on Notepad(to seperate POVs and such), it disappears after I submit it, so sorry if it's hard to transition.

Dell and Meiko are gonna swear in this, and I'm too lazy to censor, so be prepared. T . T I don't cuss, and I don't know about you, but I can't see Dell without profanity. Seriously. It's like a battery-run clock without, like... batteries. Meiko... Well, I expect an alcoholic to swear, so... It's not a lot, anyways. OK, maybe it IS a lot... But Mikuo only says 1 bad word.

And da 'romance' part of the story begins here. I didn't add it to the genre just for fun, ya know.

I dun own Vocaloid, bro.

Dell POV

Ow... My back fucking hurts...

Everyone's hiding in their designated rooms ready to scare the shit out of this new kid. I got assigned the kitchen, which means a hell with hard walls, marble countertops, and no fucking carpet. God, I hit my head on the island in the middle of the room. Do they even know how much this hurts? I'm dying here! Jesus...

Mikuo POV

Left turn... left turn... right turn... Hm? There's an ice cream splotch on the paper. I try to rub at it, but it's all dried up and won't come off. Meh.

The guy with the dark blue hair, Kaito, gave me this sheet of paper with directions on a sloppy map drawn in crayon, a name tag sticker, and the building's blueprints(dunno why I need blueprints, though). The guy's wierd. He kept staring at my hair like it was food or something. I reach up and tugged on some of it. Hm. Doesn't seem like anything's wrong with it...

I continue to follow the crudely made map and, after 6 failed attempts, reach the house. It's frickin' huge, like the airport. It looks more like a skyscraper than a house, but every Vocaloid member get's their own room and they keep recruiting members.

I sigh, wondering if I can ever adjust to their level in society. All in all, I'll never be as famous, not that I'd want to. I'm just a backup singer. 'Backup. The help needed when things go wrong, the background for the main show. The unappreciated shoulder to cry on when things don't work out. But who's there for the backup...? Nobody. The backup is silent until needed, a servant to the big one. The background...'

I jolted a little when I realized there was somebody talking. I should have figured; there was no way I could be THAT poetic. But there's noboby there...

'Of course... The backup is independent...' There it is again. 'Screw it.' I think, and walk up to the ridiculously large double doors. Tch. What a waste. I twist the handle... and it gets stuck.

"Crappit!" I yell. It's locked. I don't have a key and it's locked. Juuuust great. Maybe there's another way in...

Meiko POV

"Thaaaaat was a great nap..." I mutter, stretching. I walk into the kitchen to see if I can find some sake and I stiffen as I see a grey blur pop up in front of me screaming Bloody Mary. I immediately retaliate and I punch it.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Whoops. That was Dell. And I just punched his gut. I grin widely, realizing I, Sakine Meiko, just made Honne Dell talk. FUCK YEAH.

"YOU OWE ME 20 BUCKS, KA-mmmmmphhhmm," Dell's got his arms wrapped around my face, covering my mouth. I blush and try to pry him off with my superhuman strength, but he suprisingly manages to hold on, tightening his grip. Which equals choking me half to death.

"You can't make a fucking sound when I let you go." he whispers quickly, noticing me gagging. "If you do, I'll give your stash to Haku." My stash? FUCK NO. I nod and he releases me. AIR! FRESH, SWEET AIR! I gasp and hyperventilate a little. I glare at Dell but he goes back to his shitty non-talking state. I sit next to him; RIGHT next to him. He shifts to the side a bit, trying to avoid me.

"Why the hell can't I make a soun-mmmmm?" Dammit, he's got his hand over my mouth again, but this time he's careful not to strangle me.

"What the fuck did I say about keeping quiet?" he hissed. "If I- no, if YOU make a sound and alert party kid, Miku'll get Rin to slaughter me with her huge ass steam roller!"

I rip his fingers away from my face and say,"Part kid?"

"The new guy, dumbass." I flinch back from his bluntness.

"Mikuo?"

"No, not M- Wait, Miku'O'? Mikuo?" he frowns. "Who the hell is that? New guy?" I give hima thumbs up.

"Now tell me what the fuck is going on."

Mikuo POV

Holy crap, that Rin girl has a steamroller? Awesome... I'm drooling as I daydeam about me in a gigantic cyan steamroller, mowing people down and flattening them without mercy...

OK, snapping out of it. A suprise party, huh? And for yours truly. Big mistake. I listen in for more details. What the hell? There are people in the freaking BATHROOM. Jeezum.

Time Skip~~~~~~ -
I'm climbing in through the 9th floor window. Touchdown. The reason I chose the 9th floor is because I heard Meiko and the dude with white hair say that the people were spread out from floors 1 through 7. The 8th floor's windows were all locked so I went 9th.

The room is pink, red, and white on one side and black, brown, and white on the other. There are cat plushies everywhere. I mean it. EVERYWHERE. There are actually 2 live cats rubbing against my legs right now. Another is curled up on the white bed staring at me. Kinda reminds me of that Kaito guy.

I creep out of the room using my awesome ninja skills and pad down the hallway. There are name tag things hanging on the doors with names on them[Duh, Mikuo, they're NAME TAGS. What are you supposed to write on them?]. The one I stepped out of says 'SeeU' and 'Iroha Nekomura'. Neko? Cat? Eh...

I sneak further down the hallway and find a teal door. It has my name on it, too, but in curly lettering. I don't like it, nut I don't really care right now. One thing runs through my head briefly before I practically kick down the door and charge in: HECK YEAH MY ROOM! I look around and go into HolyShizz Mode. This looks like a freaking GIRL'S room. The bed is neatly made with fluffy throw pillows in a precise arrangement. The carpet is clean as hell without a single speck of dust on it. On the wall is a large bulletin board with random pictures tacked on it. And there's a tiny puppy in the corner of the room staring at me. Geez, why do people keep staring at me? Do I look wierd or something? If they say yes, I'm going to be seriously hurt.

I stare back at the puppy and we have a showdown. Mikuo vs Random Puppy: Who will blink first? . . . Mikuo! And the Random Puppy wins! OK, now I sound like one of those annoying news reporters that smile NO MATTER WHAT.

'Hello Jim!'

'Hello Charlotte! What's today's news?'

'Well, Jim, a humonguos meteor is speeding throught space and will most likely hit Earth with it's trajectory, therefore wipiing us all out!'

'Amazing!'

*Jim and Charlotte both laugh happily*

Those people are creepy. Whoa, way off topic.

I don't like my room very much, but it's OK, I guess. I can probably... mess it... up... later... Dang it I'm... so... darn sleepy... *yawns like cat* M... maybe... I'll... sleep a little...

Len POV

I can't believe we're having a party for that... that THING. He has no manners whatsoever and his hair is a mess[ha, I made Len a priss up]. I won't let him get anywhere NEAR Rin.
[Len sooooo protective. But Rin can still beat him up. Just sayin~]

Rin POV

I wish Len would shut up... He's been muttering stuff about Mikuo for half an hour and it's driving me crazy...

"... doesn't deserve... and... stupid and... Rin... the..." I couldn't take it anymore.

"SHUT THE FUGNUGGETS UP LEN." I said it in a normal voice, but I scared him pretty good.

We're in the living room, hiding under the table. When we first got here, we discovered a crapload stash of alcohol. It's either Meiko or Haku's... I think it's Meiko's, since she seems more addicted. But Len's all,'No, it's OBVIOUSLY Haku. She's so quiet you HAVE to be suspicious of her. I mean, who knows what she's hiding?' Psh.

"You have to be as quiet as possible." I told him. "If you don't, I will flatten you." With my pwecious wittle woad-wolla~.

"Y-yes, Rin-sama..." Len's staring at me with genuine fear in his eyes. Ah.

That's the paranoid brother I know and love to annoy. -
Miku POV

Owchies... My knee hurts from kneeling on the floor. I'm on the 1st floor, waiting to pop out at the new backup singer. Of course, I'M the first person to scare him. I'm the lead singer, and it will probably boost their self-esteem.

BUT I'M SICK AND TIRED AND MY KNEES HAVE THOSE WIERD CARPET MARKS ON THEM~~~![Ya know, when you kneel/lean on the carpet and it gets imprinted on your skin. It really does hurt.] I take out my iPhone and text Luka. She's the only person I can remember on the 'Tired and Need Backup' team Luki asked for.

'i hrt. gonna rest a lil. covr? XP'

'sur. down n 5'

I sigh and l squint at the clock in the corner of the screen.

11:42...

11:42...

11:42...

YES! 11:43! I start dancing around.

"Ahem..." I look up. Luka. She leans against the door frame and deftly raises an eyebrow at me.

"Ahahahahahah..." I laugh awkwardly, blushing in embarrassment. She smiles a little and jerks her head toward the elevator. "Thanks, Luka." "No problem."

I walk into the elevator and press the button for the 9th floor. I need to go to my room and take a nap... Glancing around, I catch my reflection in the mirrors.

I loved the mirrors. They were Neru's idea when we remodeled this place from some old car company. Mercedes, I think. The mirrors were placed in an abtract, yet orderly manner: Large shards scattered around aimlessly with smaller pieces filing in the space between them, like a mosaic.

'Ding'

Elevator's here. I step out, the sounds of my bare feet muffled against the clean white carpet. I walk down the hallway lethargically, almost failing to acknowledge that Iroha and SeeU's room door is slightly ajar and a that soft grey kitten is wandering around in front of the entrance. I smile a little, picking up the cat and placing it in the cat-lovers' room.

I keep my paces steady, returning to my first mission. I quietly open the door and crouch down,calling out gently. "Liiku~[Leek]."

A small black Maltese races out of the corner of the room and licks my fingers. I pick it up. So cute. And obviously not tired. I release it out my door, knowing the cats will be safe from Liiku.

Yawning, I turn to the bed, frowning as I realize to pillows I worked so hard to arrange are misplaced. Liiku usually sleeps in the little puppy bed I bought for him. Maybe he got bored.

A sigh escapes my lips as I reach for a pillow, straightening it into proper allignment... and notice the cyan mop of hair buried in the soft cushions.

I leapt back, suprised. Did someone cut my hair again? I frantically run my fingers through my silky locks, searching for a missing chunk of hair. Phew. Safe.

I scowl. Someone played a trick on me. Must've bought one of those cosplay wigs and thrown it on my bed. I feel like screaming. Do they KNOW how hard it will be to clean? And no, I refuse to hire a maid to screw up my room. I let out yet another sigh.

Sigh.

Sigh.

Sigh.

Mm... Sighing not gonna get me anywhere... Might as well try to get it off. I grasp a big clump of it and turn around, attempting to put it in the trashcan. I hear a sharp yelp and pivot around to see a boy with a striking resemblance to me asleep on my bed with a pained expression.

I recover from my shock and let go of the hair, bending over him to get a better look. He was cute... I blushed, staring at him.

...Darn it, if I keep staring at him, I'll never get my rest. But I can't just barge into someone else's room... Or push... I read the boy's nametag: Mikuo. I can't push Mikuo off the bed... I'll just... stay waaaaay on the other side of the bed, yeah!

I crawl under the covers, flushing.

Kai:I brought some new characters in~.
Ages:
Iroha-14 SeeU-15 They're honorary(not blood related) cat sisters.

Miku:*blushing* WHY DID YOU MAKE ME GET IN BED WITH MIKUO? I'M NOT THAT DIRTY!

Kai:Well, it was getting kinda long and I didn't know how to give it a good ending, so I decided to leave it like that.

Miku:B-b-but...

Meiko:FUCK YEAH I GOT A POV IN!

Kai:Meiko, no swearing in the credits.

Meiko:B-b-but...