After all these months, I finally made this blasted story! Well, I made chapter one. Expect near all vocaloids mentioned, even Engloids! It's GakuPiko focused, but not the ONLY pairing, as there are traces of Kaito/Len and Gakupo/Len. Maybe others as the story develops. Please enjoy!

*Meteors*

Gakupo Kamui was more than grateful to be home. It had been a long day and he wanted nothing more than to just relax and sleep. Even though he was still young, Gakupo was talented in various areas, landing him his job as one of top music companies in the world, Vocal Crypt.

Not to say he didn't like his job, in fact he loved it very much, but it was so tiring. He was the best talent scout available and signed on plenty of renowned artists from various regions like Hatsune Miku or even Big Al. Still, it got rather dreary continuously telling people that they had no talent and to stop bothering him or that they have amazing chances only for it to not work out.

Gakupo untied his long iris-tinted hair from his ponytail and crashed on the couch as soon as he saw it. The day proved to be one of those times he was grateful he spent more money and went with modern comfort rather than classic samurai for his home. Not to say there weren't samurai decorations like his prized sword over the bed or classic armor, but nothing beat being closer to modern times with technology and comfort.

Or so he thought before a persistent ring came from his phone right as sleep was within reach. Knowing almost immediately who would call him at 9:40 at night, Gakupo saved himself the annoyance and picked up.

"What is it now, Kaito? I just got home." He answered lowly.

"Aw, come on! If you're tired, all the more reason to say yes to me! Let's go out for ice cream! It's been forever! I know a great new place! It's like an ice cream bar and a normal bar! It's great! So we can relax and eat and drink the night away~! How about it?" Kaito offered radiating eagerness Gakupo knew he would give into eventually.

"I say I don't know how you aren't fat with an ice cream gut. Besides, you know you can't hold liquor, and you get brain freezes easily."

"No way! That was one time because it was against Meiko! You know how she drinks, but I couldn't just back down! And I know how to pace myself with ice cream! I savor it, thank you!"

"Kaito, I'm tired." finally Gakupo heard a sigh on the other line.

"Look, Gakupo... Please come out with me? Ever since... that thing we don't even try act like friends anymore. I know you're tired, but it'll be fun! Please?" Kaito pleaded making good note of the guilt and hurt in his voice he's used many times before.

"I... Fine. Where's the place?" he knew he couldn't win.

"Eeee! Thank you! It'll be great! Thanks, Gaku-chan! It's the new one around the corner from work, Vana-Ice! It won't take but five minutes to get there! See ya soon!" Kaito explained eagerly before hanging up.

Gakupo vaguely remembered where exactly the place was and decided it was fairly close. It wouldn't be more than a ten minute drive, so he could make Kaito wait some while he freshened up.

He got up and neatly brushed his hair back into a now low ponytail and washed his face with water. Something in his gut made him know something was going to make this an eventful night, and he needed to be as refreshed as possible.

Gakupo changed into more formal clothes with only a tight navy blue shirt, a white with purple trim jacket and matching pants before heading out. Gakupo really did love driving at night sometimes. The city's bright lights appeared on places that one wouldn't even suspect in the daytime. People still bursted with life and filled the streets besides the late hour and Gakupo always marveled at the way the world changed from natural daylight to neon skies.

Gakupo arrived quickly and saw Kaito waiting eagerly outside the door looking like the giddy fool he always did, which made finding the place much easier for Gakupo. He parked his car near the front of the bar and met up with his blunette friend.

"Gaku-chaaaaan! You took so long! Come in, the place is unusually clear tonight!" Kaito hollered no longer playing with the ends of his blue scarf that complimented his blue trimmed coat.

"I needed to get ready. Just calm down; I need something to drink," Gakupo replied going inside before his friend with a small smile.

"Well just take a seat, and we'll drink the night away! And have ice cream! They even have eggplant ice cream~"

At those key words Gakupo loosened up much more. The elder male drank and ate the odd ice cream until he could feel the slight buzz hit him. "Hey... Kaito... How're y'and Len doin' nowadays?"

"Him...? Oh, h-he's finishing up his la-last year of high school s-so he's super busy. I miss him s'muuuuuch~! He has the mo-most adorable coming face~! It's the cutest thing~!" Kaito drunkenly answered, face red from the alcohol.

"Oh... Is he doin' well in school?" Gakupo asked trying to ignore the slight pain from Kaito's statement.

"Huh? Oh! Yeah! L'ke all top sc'res and ever'thing! Da only thing he complains 'bout really is dat he mi-misses you. A l't, Gaku-chan~! You need t'see him. Been years," Kaito tried to scold past the stutters.

Gakupo didn't really feel like replying. He really should go see the little blond but he couldn't even after all the time that passed. What, two years? Three? It still made him hurt. Or maybe that was his incoming headache. "Mm... Damn... I've only had like... four beers. I dun even like beer that much... Y'okay Kaito?" Gakupo asked with only the minor slur. His tolerance was pretty good, but he also had a bit of some brain-freeze that irritated his head.

"Weee~!" Kaito exclaimed spinning around on the barstool before falling hard onto the ground.

"Hey, I think I'm going to stop your friend there for tonight. On the beer and the ice cream..." a young woman with silvery long hair tied in a low bow stated. Kaito probably wiped away the rest of her ice cream supplies in one sitting. "How are you feeling, sir?"

"Probably not fit t' drive, but I can walk 'kay," Gakupo answered trying to get his friend from the floor. "I'll set him up wid a cab." he told the woman giving her the order money and tip. "See ya later, miss," Gakupo called out behind trying to support Kaito out the door.

"Thanks. Get home safely. Come back soon; your friend is a great spender!" she said waving them off with genuine sweetness.

"Neee~! Gaku-Chan! I feel whoozy! Catch meh if I fall?" Kaito laughed out tripping constantly.

Gakupo sighed and rubbed his temples. Drunken Kaito was even worse than regular Kaito. Still, the violet haired man was able to call a cab for his friend and paid for the drive. "Stop struggling or I'm letting y' fall right on your face. Now get in da taxi 'nd try to sleep off yer hangover." he ordered shutting the door of the taxi and waving bye to his friend. All that was left was to go to his car and drive home. Not a great idea to do but he was only buzzed slightly, honest!

His car... Surely his car wasn't the one with the hood popped open and a mysterious hooded figure plugging something to the battery, right?

"What the? HEY! You there!" Gakupo screamed running as best he could to the now surprised figure.

The hooded person looked around and saw the livid Gakupo after him. What was assumed to be a male grabbed at a cord connected to the battery in panic and tried to run. Somehow the wire got in his way and he tripped enabling Gakupo to catch up.

"H-hey! What are you doing? Wh-who do you think you are?" Gakupo panted holding onto what he could tell was definitely a boy's body tightly. All his past tipsiness replaced by hard, sober logic.

The boy looked up from the ground and willingly went up when Gakupo forced him back on his feet. "I-I'm sorry, sir! I just! Um! I-I! -Please don't hold me so tightly! It hu-hurts!" the boy cried tearing up what looked like in sincerity. Gakupo felt bad now. The boy looked so young. 17, maybe? His eyes were huge with two beautifully breathtaking colors. One was a shade of sea green and one cerulean Gakupo had never seen before. The dirty hood was falling off and showed his immaculate snow-white hair with a (begrudgingly) adorable "P" cowlick. Gakupo couldn't imagine the innocent looking boy even bringing himself to take a cookie from the cookie jar, let alone messing with someone else's car.

"I... I'm sorry?" Gakupo gasped out, not knowing if one should really be apologizing to a potential hi-jacker.

"Oh! Nononono! I'm the sorry one! I didn't even ask! I-I just got so scared and desperate! I swear if I knew who this car belonged to I'd have asked! Thanks for not already trying to turn me in! A-and the charge was great!" the boy stuttered out trying not to make eye-contact. "Are you mad, sir?"

"I... um... I'm Gakupo, not 'sir'. Who are you? What were you doing to my car, exactly?" Gakupo asked gently, fearing that if his voice was too loud the boy would suddenly shatter.

"Oh! I am so s-sorry, sir! Does this mean you are upset with me? Please forgive me, Mister Gakupo! I, well, I guess you can call me Piko? I'm Utatane Piko... I guess... I mean! I am! It's just I didn't really go by name before and-! Oh! I was charging-with your battery- I mean!" Piko tried to explain but spoke faster than Gakupo could keep up with. Gakupo noticed how Piko's voice broke record highness when he talked fast. The voice Gakupo heard before was effeminate, but still held a male charm to it. Piko was clearly a boy, but the way his voice squeaked to such girlish tones would have made Gakupo chuckle and second guess, but his mind was on other matters.

"What? What do you mean?" it was all so strange. What was the boy, Piko, even going on about. Gakupo finally decided to examine Piko's features more closely.

Piko's hood looked torn and faded. His black pants were shreded and low, one pant side completely tore off at the knee. Both the hood and pants were also painfully obvious to see several sizes too big. Gakupo would have assumed Piko would also be wearing too large of sneakers, but was going around barefoot. Small cuts and bruises riddled the young boy's feet and exposed leg too much for Gakupo to overlook and sighed. A few moments later Gakupo saw the cord that had made Piko trip. It unexpectedly resembled a lot like a USB jack at the end that made Gakupo's still somewhat buzzed mind livid with curiosity.

"Y-you're staring!" Piko exclaimed with a blush all over his cheeks. "Can you let me leave now! I won't do anything bad! I didn't mean to do something bad this time! Sw-swear!"

"Sorry? I can't just let you leave, though," Gakupo explained in a daze. He couldn't help himself anymore; he wanted to pull on that big unusual wire.

With one swift pull Gakupo yanked on the wire only to watch Piko slip to the floor with a high yell.

"Ah! Y-y-you big jerk! Wh-why did you do that!" Piko looked like he was about to cry, and Gakupo felt like the biggest asshole in the world. The wire was connected to Piko somehow? "I didn't mean to make you mad! Tr-tripping isn't nice!"

Gakupo kneeled down and wiped away some of the near tears. "Shh, shh. I didn't mean to. I didn't know you'd fall if I tried to examine the wire. Will you be okay?" he words were soft and sweet to Piko.

Never had the younger been talked to with such real concern, and he felt like melting into Gakupo's oh-so-soft touch. "Mr... Gakupo?" Piko asked staring longingly at the man hovered over him, "Will you mind if I come with you?" Piko asked, tears and pain long forgotten. Sure, it was spontaneous, but Piko would rather chance himself with the seemingly nice stranger than "rough it" on the streets again.

"What?" was all that was asked from the surprised male.

"You. I want to stay with you! I'll be good! I can do anything from mowing the grass to doing laundry! I'll be a silent ghost; you won't even know I'm there! Unless you see me helping out!"

"I can't just take you in! I just met you! Wouldn't your parents worry?"

Piko frowned and looked away. "No. I was not created with parents. Sure, 'they' would worry over me, but I can't go back! Please do not let those people take me!" Piko cried out desperately holding onto Gakupo's jacket.

Gakupo figured that Piko was some new-age orphan trying to get away from some crappy previous life. The purple haired male did not even know any orphanages around, but he couldn't imagine the boy from some juvenile center or the like. With eyes as longing and clouded as Piko's, Gakupo did not want the younger to go on alone. By his clothes, it was impressive he made it for so long in a dangerous such a dangerous city.

A reluctant sigh escaped Gakupo's lips and then a smile. "You need to let go of me. I can't exactly take you home with me when you won't let me up," he said lightheartedly. The giant grin that plastered itself on Piko's scuffed face beamed straight to Gakupo's heart. Gakupo truly did not mind saying yes to the other if it meant he saw that glorious smile.

"Re-really? Yay! Mr. Gakupo is the best!" Piko chirped hugging Gakupo tighter until the older until he was gasping "O-oh! Sorry! I'll get off," the white-haired boy said with a deep blush on his face.

Gakupo shrugged and got the two back up. Piko continued to stare at him like he was a saint and, truthfully, unnerved Gakupo. Piko was the definition a random encounter, and he still had plenty of questions, but Gakupo knew he would have to get those answers at a later time because now he needed to get the boy off the unforgiving street life.

"Don't think I don't expect you to explain yourself, Piko. I'm taking you to my place so you can shower and rest for the night, but tomorrow, if I don't like what I hear, I'm kicking you out," Gakupo meant it, too. His buzzed mind needed a break from any pestering thoughts, but he knew he still needed to observe the stranger he put in the passenger side of his car carefully.

"Yes, Mr. Gakupo. Thank you for even this much..."

*Meteor*

Gakupo got out of his car still warily and locked it up when Piko hopped out, as well. His eyes grew shockingly larger at the sight of just the outside of Gakupo's apartment complex. When Gakupo led him inside, Piko could swear he heard the dirt on him hit the shiny ground with a squeak. Every step made Piko self-conscious and awkward when he did receive a few dirty glances from the obviously high-class people around him.

"I-I shouldn't be here! You shouldn't have someone like me around! You must be a trillionare to afford this! I can't believe I asked you to let me stay! You must have people after you all the time!" Piko gushed out in the elevator they had managed to get for themselves until they got to Gakupo's floor. "I-I'm not a ho-hooker, you know! If you only let me come for sex I can promise you I wouldn't be very good! I'm just a virgin, and I'm easily wounded! You wouldn't want me to have se-"

"Stop. You're going to clean yourself up and relax. That's all you're here for. I can afford the extra person pretty well, so you're no trouble, and I'm not some predator." Gakupo cut in explaining his intentions for bringing Piko inside again.

The doors to the elevator opened and Gakupo led Piko into his flat. Gakupo smirked inwardly as the smaller's jaw dropped like he never saw anything so nice. Though that idea might have been true, Gakupo did not entertain guests often so liked thinking they were impressed with his home.

"You... live here? Mr. Gakupo must live in heaven and work for the devil to have a place like this!" the snowy haired boy noted with stars almost visible in his eyes. The comment made Gakupo wonder the exact origin of such a phrase was and what the boy must have been through to say it, but decided to ask later.

"The shower is down the hall. There are clean towels inside the closet in there. Hot water is the knob on the right. Go on, then. I'll make you something to eat," Gakupo didn't know what the younger would like to eat, but he doubt he'd get any complaints.

Piko couldn't bring his legs to move from his spot. His cryptic eyes still hid answers to questions Gakupo wouldn't even think of asking. His mouth hanged dry, ready to speak, but no words came out. Piko never even felt his legs finally jump from the ground and onto Gakupo. He wrapped his shorter arms around Gakupo's waist and clung tightly. Gakupo thought it was an attack before the surprisingly soft white hair nuzzled into his neck affectionately.

"You are so nice, Mr. Gakupo! I want to live here forever! Please never let those evil people take me! I love it here!" Piko flushed out the request, hugging Gakupo to near death.

"Pi...ko. Let go... Choking...!"

"Oh! I'm so sorry! I really am! Don't be mad! I'll take you to the sofa to rest! I'll even make dinner! Please don't send me away!" Piko cried out apologetically.

Gakupo shook his head no, but too late as he was already being carried off my Piko's abnormal strength. Piko picked him off from the ground in one swift motion and carried him bridal style like Gakupo's larger and heavier body was nothing more than a large pillow.

"Piko, I could have moved around myself," Gakupo scolded half-heartedly as Piko plopped him on the sofa. "I'm perfectly able to walk, so don't try so hard. Besides," Gakupo said in a more teasing voice, "You really do need a shower. You got dirt all over me, and I smelled you a bit too much when you carried me."

"Eep! I'll fix that right away, Mr. Gakupo! Sorry!" that was all Piko called out when he rushed to the bathroom in literally a blink of an eye. Gakupo figured Piko must be used to running to get to such a speed, so shrugged it off. The violette was more shocked Piko didn't break anything on the way.

Gakupo really was half serious about the dirt thing, though. Piko really needed to clean up and wipe away the muck that tainted his innocent body. His once spotless white coat had dirt and unspeakable grime in various areas Piko had touched him. There was a trail of dirt made by the footprints Piko left from the door to sofa to bathroom.

Gakupo decided he needed to clean up after Piko's unintentional mess before cooking. The younger would probably have to take a long shower, so he'd have time to clean. He started with the front door. It was an easy sweep, but it was long as Gakupo actually had a large apartment area. After he had the floor practically sparkling to the sofa, Gakupo went to rid the marks to he bathroom, but slowed once he heard a voice from the other side of the bathroom door.

Gakupo chuckled at first. Piko sang the intro of whatever song smoothly and sweetly, but it still held a lot of youthfulness in it. Gakupo's smile faded once a very brief pause was made in the song and Piko's voice deepened drastically. He sounded much older and breathtaking. Where the previous part was cute and moving, this new part lured Gakupo in and swept him up into uncharted places by just sound.

The ending was in that same suave voice, but with simple "la"s for lyrics. Gakupo heard a finishing note that went a bit higher and feminine, but still stood in awe. Only when Piko started a different, more upbeat tune did Gakupo snap out of his daze and remembered to finish sweeping.

Memorized the entire time by Piko's singing, Gakupo brought himself to prepare a simple dinner of noodles and eggs with some vegetables. The violette was hungry, so making a small meal was in his best interest, as well. Plus, it seemed nutritious and safe enough for his new houseguest.

Gakupo set the meal on the table with plates and waited for Piko to come out. The white-haired boy still kept singing, but the song was familiar and a version of Melt, something the younger probably picked up around the streets with its catchy tunes everywhere. The shower seemed to turn off and Gakupo heard shifting in the bathroom signifying Piko finished.

"Mr. Gakupo? A-are you there?" his voice called out from just outside the bathroom.

Gakupo went over to see what his guest needed and paused in front of the door, remembering something important.

Piko poked his snowy head out with a red flush covering his body. Slowly the younger stepped out in only a towel around his waist and his plug in his hand, shifting it around uncomfortably.

"I need clothes, Mr. Gakupo. I-I'm uneasy just leaving on a towel," Piko's flush almost seemed to get brighter as he felt Gakupo's gaze lock onto his near bare form.

The filth was now finally removed to reveal smooth porcelain skin and muscles. Piko was far from ripped, but his lithe body was properly defined in an easily masculine way that suited his young, but mature age. The cuts and bruises seemed less extensive now that the skin around them looked less grungy and near infection. Gakupo was finally starting to really understand just how attractive the younger male was. The pink flush only made the already awkward image verging on erotic for the elder male.

"I-I see! I'll get you some!" Gakupo said in a rush heading to his room, fighting the tingling reaction his body had over the recent encounter.

Piko followed Gakupo instinctively, not questioning the fact going in another male's, practically a stranger, room practically nude was wrong at all.

Gakupo did not even notice his close follower until he turned around to shut his door, surprised to say the least a how the very close to naked and very wet boy got to him. Gakupo was torn between pushing the other out and pulling him closer, but ultimately turned back around and tossed Piko a shirt and boxer. The shirt matched the boxers with a light blue strip that ran down the sleeves the same shade as the boxers, which had white trimming like the main color of the long-sleeved shirt.

"Just wear that for now. It'll be big on you, but it's from when I was younger and smaller," he explained not looking at Piko directly, but saw the boy have no qualms letting the towel drop to the floor as he slid on the underpants easily with the shirt.

"H-hey! I thought you said you felt uncomfortable in just a towel around me! Why strip right here?"

Piko blinked twice and tilted his head slightly, as if speaking words of confusion just with the expression on his face. "But that was then. I didn't like the feeling of the moist towel around me to slip off with you around. You weren't really looking at me then, and you gave me clean clothes. I haven't worn something clean and dry in so long, I-I thought I'd be alright! I'm sorry, Mr. Gakupo! Plus, why would you give me clothes if you'd get rid of them later? Mr. Gakupo is a smart man and wouldn't do something so counter productive, right?"

Gakupo sighed and nodded. The violette should not have expected any less an answer from his odd guest. "I understand. Let's just... eat dinner. I have something to ask you when we're done."

Piko's eyes went a bit wider win worry. "B-but Mr. Gakupo! You said you'd at least let me stay the night before you asked weird questions!"

"I know, but this is a new one that doesn't have to do so much about your backstory. So come eat."

Gakupo led them to the food, and both parties remained silent. Piko ate slower than Gakupo, to the cook's distress with a pestering question buzzing in his head, and ate more. Gakupo figured Piko never ate such a meal in at least a long while, and so understood why Piko took long with the meal. The whitette savored every cheap-meal bite like it was made from a gourmet chef-god. The sight made Gakupo satisfied for some reason and he laughed when Piko finally announced his fullness and inability to have any more with noodles over his mouth.

"Wh-why does Mr. Gakupo laugh at me?"

"Heh, you missed some," he said pointing a graceful finger between his cheek and mouth as a hint.

"O-oh!" Piko got the hint and wiped away the noodles with a flush forming in its spot. "Oh... Um... And about your question, Mr. Gakupo?" he asked with his glossy two-toned orbs.

"Ah, that," Gakupo started out slowly, "Piko, you wanted to know what I do for a living, right?" Gakupo saw the expected nod, "I'm a collector of great people. And it might be early, but you're very special, Piko. You're... different from most people that walk down busy roads that stick out no more than the person beside them."

"D-does this have a point, M-Mr. Gakupo?"

"Yes, it does," he said suavely, getting closer to Piko so he can hear every sound more clearly from the angel-faced boy. "Sing for me."

*Meteors*

So if anyone is wondering why the first chapter sucked so bad, it's because I ALWAYS suck at first chapters. They do get MUCH, MUCH better, but I never liked starting a story as much as finishing one. I do really recommend you stick around. You'll learn Gakupo and Len's backstory as well as Piko's tail! Various things happen, but I'm not ENTIRELY sure on the ending, but I definitely have one or two considerations for the more distant future chapters and possible conclusions.

Titles also escape me. I based this on what I think is Piko's first original song/PV Meteor Words. The song Gakupo heard him singing is called [Utatane Piko] Falling, The Star Light [From Atelier Rorona: The Alchemist of Arland]. It's easily one of my favorite Piko songs. The song I personally think of after he sang that was [Piko Utatane] Toosenbo (Off Limits), both on Youtube and DEFINITELY recommended listens.

Scarletmaid better be happy (person who inspired me to really make this on dA). Well, I hope she is. She's apparently been waiting for months, so... .

COMMENTS LOVED AND REQUESTED! Dx There's not enough GakuPiko fans in the world, I've noticed! Prove me wrong and please leave comments!