Editing Spoiled. Again. Because I found more mistakes, mainly grammar, but also very noticeable plot holes too. I will be fixing them the best I can.

Enjoy~

Disclaimer- I do not own Vocaloid

Rin POV

Okay, so mornings aren't that bad. The sun's shining, there's dew on the grass and the birds are chirping...What a lovely Friday day.

Not.

Glaring at my calendar, I stared at the big fat 'MONDAY' that I had circled in red. I made a face at it, before turning away pointedly, searching for my clothes in the mass that should have been clean. Changing quickly into my school uniform, I took some time finding my bow, since I had tossed it somewhere the previous night. Finally getting my hands on it- it was under the nightstand- I went to the restroom and fixed my bed hair.

Finishing cleaning my appearance, I briskly swept back into my room and kissed my family photo as I passed, giggling at the bright, lopsided grins of my parents. I grabbed an orange from the dining table and shouldered my book bag from the couch, jamming my shoes all in one movement. I did one last look-over on my body, checked my face in the mirror and held my breath.

Now, one last thing to accomplish...

"One-two and..." I whispered expectantly, a slight grin on my face and pushed my front door open, throwing my arms wide open, prepared for the flying red comet that smashed into my body.

"RRIINNNNNEEHHHHHH!" Miki shrieked as she cannon-balled into my stomach, spinning me around as if I was nothing more than cotton.

"Morning!" I gasped, the air rushing from my lungs, and pushed her off. Being my best friend since Kindergarten, Miki, her mom and working dad were my second family. I loved her. Sort of. You know, when she's not trying to squeeze me like a lemon.

"Okay, so guess what?"

"Piko?" I asked without stopping a beat, and on cue, she huffed in embarrassment.

Piko is Miki's soul mate. No arguments. He's like her big ray of sunshine after rainy days. Her moon on lonely nights. Her twinkle in the stars. All that stuff. Plus, I swear the last time we saw him he was looking at Miki with those eyes, but she thinks I'm lying, which I'm not. They were meant to be, it says so in their similar cowlicks. Of course, I didn't need to tease her about it all the time, but her reaction was just so cute.

"W-what do you mean?!" she squeaked-which was super cute-and crossed her arms indignantly, "Not everything is about him, you know!" I laughed a bit, and she looked at me with fierce eyes that completely vanished with a small hesitant giggle. Miki is the definition of cute, if you can get past her... other side. We continued our jabbering until school was visible, mostly about Piko and sometimes about that strange new slipper her dad bought her from his last trip.

We arrived just in time to see the cross-country team finish their morning laps, and Miki could only sigh as she saw her silver-haired crush hanging out with his teammates, drinking deeply from his water bottle.

"Ain't he dreamy?" I teased, prodding her. "Ain't he just killer? My, my, you're getting starry-eyed!"

"Am not!" she argued, but kept her gaze on the boy.

"Please, you're practically drooling," I nudged her with a wink, to which she elbowed me for.

"Shut up, Rin. It's Piko," she sighed.

"I know," I patted her head, "you love sick lady."

"Such a refined feeling I have for Piko is not sick."

"Uh-huh. Sure."

The bell ran over us and she dragged me to class, grumbling as I continued to laugh at her on the way to class.

"See you!" I called to her once she dropped me off. "Don't stare at Piko too much, okay?"

"Shut up, Rin!" Miki shrieked, the people around her cringing at her high voice. I chuckled and got out my stuff, facing the front where Ms. Megurine was already starting.

"Class!" there was a lot of shuffling around as the sharp voice of the teacher rang out. As a tall and proud woman with flowing pink hair, Ms. Megurine looked particularly stiff that morning. Mr. Kamui must have talked to her earlier. "I'm taking roll, and if I hear anymore dawdling, I'll have you after school."

"Yes ma'am!"

"Okay, let's start- Hey! You! Talking already?- No, I don't want to hear it! You know the drill, see me at three today."

You know, I like Ms. Megurine a lot. No nonsense teachers keep the world balanced, I believe.

By lunchtime, the sun was rather high in the sky for an autumn day.

"They're having barbecue!"

Miki and I jumped aside as a horde of boys shoved people away like tackling targets, each one of them arguing about who got to the lunch line first.

Well. They're pretty savage.

"To class?" I asked her. She nodded in agreement.

"To class."

We both walked away from the line and scooted into our next period room. We both waited until everyone was done rushing out before choosing our seats in the middle of the room. Sitting inside was better than outside, in my opinion, especially now that it was autumn. I unpacked my messy, slapped together sandwich while Miki set out her neat, delicious, and overflowing lunch box. Her mom is a master cook.

"Want some?" she offered, looking at my craving eyes. I turned away pointedly, biting into my sandwich.

"Of course I do, but I'm not going to take it," I licked my lips, savoring my own lunch. Well, it's not great, but you know, food is food and I can't really complain.

"You sure?" she opened the box revealing rice, slices of chicken, bits of fish. I shrugged nonchalantly and took another bite, swallowing it dryly. She chuckled at me, and began to eat slowly, and deliberately. She's taunting me. Hurting me. Rubbing salt in my bleeding wound. What kind of best friend was she? How dare she feed me?

"I hate you," I growled, taking the bit of meat she offered me.

"The feeling is mutual," she laughed as she moved the box closer to me. I crammed the rest of my small sandwich into my mouth and began devouring the delicacy that Miki offered me.

"It's so good!" I swooned, my mouth practically dying with all the flavor.

"If I ask, my mom could start making you lunch too, you know."

I shook my head, licking my lips. "No need. I can cook myself, you know? What ever will I do if I start becoming entirely dependent on your mother's delicious food?"

"Then ask her to teach you."

"That, my good friend, I may actually do!"

School was done in a matter of…hours. Very long, drawn out hours indeed. Yes, the curse of a high school student, pity me plenty.

But, hey, now I was at home, just lounging on my couch and reading a very well written novel. Technically speaking, I never had time like this to myself, but since it was my off day of work and since Miki's relatives are over her place, I'm here in my humble house drinking from a glass of orange juice, and munching on a bag of chips, could this get anymore relaxing?

With a chip half way to my mouth, I froze when someone knocked at my door.

If I hadn't elaborated this yet, my parents aren't here anymore. I live alone. I am fifteen years old and I should not be having visitors.

I tossed my bag of chips onto the floor and tiptoed to the door, peeking through my window to see who was there.

Two big guys in suits, with sunglasses and holding very official looking folders. Oh goody.

I gaped, stumbling back from my window, cold sweat breaking from my forehead.

Did they found out I was living alone? I thought my boss covered all of that though? Who were they? Child Protection Services? Oh boy...

Knock knock

I tensed my back muscles, and straightened myself. I opened the door a peep. Okay Rin, calm down, it's all good! Yeah, they can't do anything to you!

Not calming down.

"H-hello?" I squeaked, "c-can I help you with s-something?" They stared me down and I shrunk considerably, they looked a little bigger than they did through the window.

"Ms. Shion?" one asked in a really deep voice that sent chills down my back.

"Yes, Sir..."

"May we talk to you inside?" it felt more like a demand than a question. I hesitated at the thought of letting two large, and suspicious men into my living room.

"W-what will we discuss?" I dared myself to ask, they remained stark and stiff.

"We have come from a offer from Kagamine Enterprise," he showed me some of his papers and I recognized the uncanny design of a bass clef with a large 'K' next to it. Along with the signature of the…the p-president of the company, Leon Kagamine.

Oh my. Oh my. Oh my.

Well. Um. Okay. So there were agents of the biggest manufacturing company outside my doorstep. Sure, why not?

Seriously, everything was made from Kagamine. If you randomly pick up an object in any store and looked at the maker, 95% of the time it will be from them. Their products ranged from toothbrushes to toys and all in between, including cosmetics, electronics, house appliances and even snacks! These aren't breakable or cheap by the way, they are really good quality and come at an amazing price. But, in truth, they specialize in music, if you want to get music instruments, instrumental repair, supplies, or anything dealing with music you have to get a Kagamine product, they're world renown for their quality. So obviously, this company is nothing small, and yet there are people from there at my house.

"P-please come in," I ducked my head, and opened the door for them. An offer they say, did I win something? I didn't enter any contests, I'm sure.

"Thank you," they both nodded and stepped inside my house. Walking around, they stood in my living room-not taking off their shoes, mind you- where they continued to watch me. Fun.

"I-is there something you would like to drink?" I tried.

"No, we must get into business," one replied as his partner gave me a piece of paper. I took it, but continued to watch them. He continued, "First, you must understand that this is not an offer to be taken lightly."

"I see," so I didn't win a brand new car. Now what? He gave me a good long stare.

"Have you heard of the CEO's son?" he asked, and I nodded, of course I did. After all, Len Kagamine was a singer, pretty popular, with a big fanclub at my school. Everyone knew him and everyone loved him, but what's he to do with me? Did I win tickets to his concert?

How much do his tickets sell for again?

"Yes, of course."

"This directly relates to him," the man stepped closer, no scaring me at all, and motioned the paper. I narrowed my eyes and looked down slowly.

From the CEO of Kagamine Enterprise,

In order to broaden the experiences of Mr. Len Kagamine, I hereby offer Ms. Rin Shion financial relief of all home taxes on the condition that she takes the my son, aforementioned Len Kagamine, into her house and agrees to provide care and knowledge for him. This document states the-

Holy Citrus Lords. You've got to be kidding me.

~End Chapter 1~

Major editing currently going on. I'm working as fast as I can, bear with me.

Mush Luvve

~asianchibi