I'm writing one of those stories. About the Vocaloids, and their crazy lives. I promised myself I wouldn't do it, but whenever I feel as if there isn't enough of a shipping I like, it annoys me, for some reason. So in a way, this is another project where I can just put my favorite pairing hints into writing, and just publish like crazy, because I don't do that.

It'll be small drabbles, but it all forms a major story in the end. I read a fic like this before in a different category, and I really wanted to try it.

Enjoy, and I owe nothing.

"Miku! Get your boyfriend out of the freezer!"

"Len! Give me back my cell phone!"

"Has anyone seen my sword?"

"Tako Luka? Where are you? Sweetie, come to mommy!"

An amused Kiyoteru watched all of this from the kitchen doorway, hiding a smile while the 'kids', as he liked to think of them, ran around trying to get ready for home-school.

What? You thought they would go to public school? Think again! When there's a lot of famous people/androids, students tend to not pay attention. Five schools politely asked for them to never come back before they just decided to make Hiyama-sensei teach.

Running a hand through his brown hair, he pulled off his glasses and ducked with perfect timing, avoiding the sake bottle thrown (and missed) by his girlfriend every morning.

"ALL OF YOU! SHUT THE HELLISH YARD UP!" She roared, a demonic presence in her 'teacher outfit'. Pr, at least, that was what she called it. To him, she looked more like a lawyer, but she disagreed.

The 'kids' made an 'eep' sort of sound, and settled down in record timing.

Just another day.

Thank you, suggestions are welcome, although I don't think I'll take pairings. Who knows?

~T.F~