"Fuck them... Fuck them... Fuck them..." She murmured under her breath as the orange sky slowly darkens.

The owner of the oden stand was smart enough to not talk about what's bothering Meiko. She didn't want to talk about it. Just let her eat oden and drink sake, and nobody gets hurt.

All those years WASTED! She thought, fighting back tears. Just because Miku's the most popular one in the group doesn't mean that she's the leader. I just wanted to help them out. Having SeeU invite Miku to her concert with Nyaa-chan will certainly bring the Vocaloids back into the limelight.

"Did they really need to kick me out? It wasn't like I'm crossing the line here." Meiko sighed, stuffing her mouth with a boiled egg.

"Oh, you're in the same situation as me?" She nearly jumped at a guy's voice next to her.

"Fuck me..." She sighed.

With a simple glance to the side, Meiko saw a smiling man in red.

"My brothers just kicked me out too. Don't know why though." The man started, sitting right next to her. Rather closely too.

"Osomatsu, you idjit, get out of here! I have an actual customer here." The owner complained, waving around a ladle.

"Hey, we... occasionally pay for our meals."

That's a complete lie. Somehow Meiko could just tell.

"So, what are you in for?" Osomatsu asked as Meiko could feel eyes over her body. It was a feeling she was used to due to how she usually dress, especially at her job, but she was almost impressed how bold he's staring.

"...You know, the usual; Do something good and they label you as the bad guy."

"I know, right?"

Meiko eyed him. "You...?"

"I mean, I just wanted to hang out with my brothers, and you know what they did? Ignore me! Can you believe that?"

The way the owner stares at him tells her that Osomatsu must have done this before and that there was something more to that as well.

She wasn't too sure how to think about that, but decided to humor him for now.

"Any reason for that?" Meiko asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know! We've always been close for years since we were kids, but... we've became so different."

And you didn't notice? Meiko thought at first, but decided to keep that to herself. She was certain that she was the last person in the world to say such a thing, even if this guy seems so sleazy.

With memories of the past in her head, her eyes glanced around until they land on the owner.

"Give me another cup." She said as her eyes darted towards Osomatsu for a second.

The man stared at her, gapping at the implication, but he gave her the sake cup anyway.

Huh, good will must be rare here.

Pushing the cup towards Osomatsu, she added, "A toast?"

There was confusion in his eyes, which turned into dumbfound. He eagerly grabbed the cup, and they raise them together.

"A toast to the shitty people in our lives." Meiko softly smiled.

"To the shitty people in our lives!"

The two laughed as the owner stared at them in disbelief.

Osomatsu was a lot more fun than she thought as the time passes with the more bottles they drank. Sure, he's sleazy as all hell as he kept trying to feel her up, but god, Meiko thought they kind of have a kinship.

"Did he seriously...?" Meiko didn't finish her words though her drunken state.

"There's a reason why we call him Chorofappymatsu."

The two of them laughed, shaking their plates of leftover oden while the owner still have the same expression for the past hour.

Meiko take another swig of sake as if it was just a shot of whiskey, staring at the man in red next to her. His hand neared her skirt, which she was still able to comprehended to swat away.

"Come ooooooon..." Osomatsu drunkenly whined.

She shook her head at first, slowly ignoring his ramblings, but then she heard quick footsteps from behind in the distance.

No, it's just my imagination.

But then there were more. A lot more footsteps coming their way.

"Meiko, I know you'll come back and apologize to me."

Her mind was brought back that unwanted memory. It's just some other people... It could be anyone else there...

But the fact that there were many footsteps told her otherwise. Did they want me back?

"Meiko, I know you'll come back and apologize to me."

A sour taste formed on her tongue. You know what. Fuck them! I'm not apologizing! I don't need them.

"Hey, are you list- Mmph!"

In her drunken mind, it somehow made sense that kissing a stranger would tell her friends that she was doing fine. How? I don't know. Neither does Meiko, even as she held onto the collar of his red hoodie.

Then without removing her lips from Osomatsu's, Meiko was able to take a look at the group of five.

...It wasn't the Vocaloids for sure.

Instead, there were five guys who looked exactly like Osomatsu, and all of them were white with shock. So was the owner, but we're focusing on these other guys now.

Before Osomatsu could stick his hands under her crop top, he was suddenly whisked away, being carried away by his lookalikes as they chanted, "Punishment. Punishment. Punishment."

Meiko and the owner stared at them in disbelief until the owner said, "Wait, were you two going to have sex a few seconds ago? Right in front of me?"

"No! No. No..." Meiko lightly laughed, waving it off.

The owner raised an eyebrow in suspicion, but for now, he decided to not push it further.

Meiko sighed, wondering if she drunk a little too much than she thought.

"Were they trying to kill me?" Osomatsu asked himself, ignoring the strangers' stares as he held an ice bag to his face.

His voice became a low grumble as he walked down the street, but then he froze in place when he noticed someone dressed in red by the vegetable stand.

"Goddamn, I have to buy my own stuff now?"

"Hey-" Wait, I never got her name. "Hey, you!"

The brunette raised her head away from the carrots and onions, and noticed Osomatsu. At first, she squinted her eyes in confusion, but then her eyes widen with realization.

"Hey... Osomatsu, right?"

He ran up to her. "Yup. You actually remembered my name."

She stared at his black eye. "...What happened between you and those guys?"

"My brothers? Yeah, they were just jealous we were about to fuck."

She stared at him just in general, and Osomatsu expected her to make a disgusted look, but instead, she laughed strong enough to slap her knee.

"You wish!" A smile spread across her face.

"Says the one who kissed me first."

"Says the one who kept groping me." A smirk replaced the smile. "Geez, what do you want from me? This?" She waved a hand in front of her body as Osomatsu stared.

"Yeah."

"Huh, bold." She looks at him up and down.

Oh my god, is she-

"Look, you're not going to fuck me." Fuck. "Probably never, but we can hang out, I guess."

"It's better than nothing."

On that day forward, Osomatsu hoped to get lucky.

AN: So... This is a little more dramatic compared to the first story. Still jokingly ship the sextuplets with the Vocaloids though (aged up by the way).