Chapter One

Inky: Heyo! This is my first fanfiction-published Vocaloid fanfiction, so please bear with me! :D I'm pretty new to the Vocaloid archive. I don't think Vocaloids can be OOC, can they?

Gakupo: I don't think so…

Kaito: Nah. Unless you make me a pathetic loser—

Meiko: Which you are.

Inky: *ahem* Good! So… um… enjoy!

Luka: Inksewn does not own Vocaloid. Vocaloid is owned by Crypton.

The green-haired girl stood in front of the building's entrance, holding only an orange suitcase in her right hand. With a light breeze brushing against her face, she entered the building labeled 'VOCALOID STUDIOS'. A slight chill ran down her spine as she saw the modern and professional lobby that she was presented with. Quietly, she walked over to the counter. A hand was brought up to ring the bell.

Ting!

"HI!" A random little girl popped up from behind the counter.

"AAH!"

She tumbled over as there were flashed of yellow and white; a short, blonde girl who looked like she was in her early teens had sprung out from nowhere, bearing a near sadistic grin. She started to speak rapidly, without taking a single breath.

"You must be Gumi Megupo, I'm Rin Kagamine. Nice shirt. Everybody's been talking about you. Have you seen my bacon? How about some tea? Look a fly—"

"Rin! Didn't I say that you couldn't scare our guest?" A shrill voice rang throughout the lobby just as Gumi started to sink down to the floor. The elevator doors closed shut as a brunette lady wearing a red miniskirt and a matching jacket entered the room with a stern look on her face.

"No, you said that I could never, never, never, never scare our guest, and since that cancels out the word never altogether, it means that I could scare our guest—"

"Just go upstairs," she groaned, bringing her hand up to her face. Rin happily trotted up to the elevator, strolled into its opening doors, and waved goodbye to Gumi, who was still confused.

"Sorry," the lady said, "She's really hyper, she takes a large pack of orange candy every morning… I don't know where she keeps it though, so I can't take it from her. I've asked Len to, but he says he won't help me steal, no matter how hyper and crazy Rin is." Gumi raised an eyebrow. "Oh, that was rude of me, I haven't introduced myself yet," she said, "I'm Meiko Sakine, one of the Vocaloids. You're Gumi Megupo, right?" Gumi nodded quietly. "Good," Meiko said cheerily, "Now we have to show you to your room."

Meiko picked up Gumi's luggage and led her towards the elevator, from which Rin seemed to have already exited. She pushed the 'up' button and allowed Gumi to enter first, refusing to let her carry her own luggage. Though Meiko was being thoughtful and helpful, Gumi preferred to be independent.

The elevator slid up until it reached floor two, where it stopped to open its doors. Gumi expected to go out, but Meiko waited.

"Morning." A blue-haired man wearing a blue muffler and a white coat entered the elevator carrying a large tub of Haagen Daaz ice cream. He looked up to see Gumi, and then gave off a goofy grin. "You must be Gumi. Gumi Megupo, right? You have nice hair…"

"Ignore him," muttered Meiko, as Gumi started to panic, "He's like that to everyone." Meiko slapped the muffler man on the cheek. "Listen, Kaito, this girl, and every other girl that works for Vocaloid, does not appreciate your idiotic flirting, so I suggest you stop it. Now."

"I dunno, Miku likes it," the muffler man, who was apparently named Kaito, shrugged, "She finds it cute."

"Baka," muttered Meiko. She whispered in Gumi's ear. "That's Kaito Shion. He's one of the first Vocaloids, like me, but he can be really stupid sometimes. Why are you holding the door?" The last sentence was said aloud.

"Gakupo's coming in with some eggplants, he said he needs them for a new dish he's making," replied Kaito calmly.

"Then tell Gakupo to hurry up," Meiko snapped.

"Gakupo!" Kaito called, "The evil landlady wants you in the elevator right now!" Kaito got another slap to the cheek as a man with long, purple hair and a samurai sword hastily entered the elevator, his arms full with eggplants of different sizes.

"Oh, hello," said the man quietly, gesturing to Gumi, "I'm Gakupo Kamui, and you're the new Vocaloid… Gumi?" Gumi nodded silently. "I see. Welcome to Vocaloid, then." They shook hands, Gumi rather nervous at this newfound formality.

"What's Floor Two for?" asked Gumi curiously.

"It's for meals, but these two morons use it just in case there's a zombie apocalypse," replied Meiko.

"This is for a new culinary revolution!" exclaimed Gakupo indignantly, "A soup made purely of milk, herbs, and eggplants. It'll be better than pumpkin soup, I tell you…"

"So what, just because we can eat without getting fat doesn't mean that you have to get jealous—"

Kaito exited the elevator at the third floor with a reddened cheek and teary eyes. Gakupo ran out of the elevator quickly, hoping not to be dealt with by Meiko.

"This is Floor Three, the apartments. You're in room number… nine." She referred to the orange door with a golden number nine engraved into it, next to the purple number eight and opposite the blue number two. "Don't worry, Gakupo isn't that noisy, but this idiot—" she pointed to number two "—plays too many videogames, so just block the noise out with some pillows."

"'Kay 'kay," Gumi replied.

"Oh yeah, here's the key. And sorry about the different food shapes, it's all about our 'item promotion'. Or at least that's what the boss says." Meiko handed her a key with a carrot keychain. Gumi found it cute, so she thanked Meiko, took her luggage, and entered her new room.

The room looked quite simple, yet nice. There was a king-sized bed in the middle of the room, several orange bean bags in front of a Samsung television, a white door labeled 'Bathroom', a mini-fridge, a walk-in closet, a microwave, and a cupboard with liquid seasoning, two plates, two bowls, and two sets of cutlery. Also, the bedside table had a cute, brown lamp and a drawer with a key. Gumi, feeling contented, sat down on a bean bag, closing the door, but not locking it.

"Surprise!"

Gumi stood up suddenly as the door opened, revealing a girl with her teal hair in long pigtails, Rin, a blond boy that resembled Rin, a pink-haired lady, a little, pigtailed girl with short, black hair, and a brown-haired man with rectangular glasses.

"We're here to welcome you!" said the teal-haired girl, "You're Gumi Megupo, right?" Gumi, having answered this question several times for the past hour, nodded exasperatedly.

"This is Rin—" Rin waved excitedly "—Len—" the boy that resembled Rin gave a faint smile "—Luka—" the pink-haired lady waved without smiling "—Yuki—" the little girl with black hair smiled "—and Kiyoteru—" the glasses guy shook hands with her. "And I'm Miku," she introduced herself with pride.

"Rin and Len are twins, as you might've guessed, and me, them and Luka are Vocaloids. Kiyoteru-sensei and Yuki-sensei are our teachers, just so we can keep up with our education." Gumi glanced at Yuki, wide-eyed. The little girl, probably only seven years old, a teacher?

"She's a prodigy," explained Miku, "She graduated from college at five, then came to teach here after a year of being a college professor. Kiyoteru's her father, and he used to be a college professor too."

"Wow," Gumi muttered.

"So, anyways, we made you a cake!" Miku brought in a delicious-looking carrot cake, with a few frosting-made leeks sticking out in the middle. "I added my own special touches, of course."

"I-I can't finish this," Gumi said, staring at the enormous cake, "Can you guys—"

"Sure!" exclaimed Rin. She took a large slice of cake and started to gobble it up, Miku looking slightly disgusted.

Gumi took a small slice, tasting the cake. It was pretty good, so Gumi continued eating until she was finished. The crowd of six had entered her room, Rin and Len next to each other on bean bags, Luka reading a book named 'One Hundred Facts About Fish' in the corner, Kiyoteru and Yuki talking animatedly by the brown lamp, and Miku having a mini-concert while Gumi fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat.

"Well, the cake's finished, so I think we should leave Gumi to her room," Kiyoteru suggested.

"Wait!" exclaimed Miku just as everybody was about to leave, "We haven't heard Gumi sing yet!"

Gumi started sweating. Singing? She was hired into Vocaloid for her singing talent, but this crowd of six was already a lot of people for her.

"Sure…" she muttered, and then started to think of a song to sing.

"Don't stop believing," she sang, being the first song that came to her mind, "Hold on to that feeling…" Now that Gumi thought about it, her voice seemed as pure as a Disney singer, only real and not microphone amplified. She glanced at Miku. She looked surprised, but in a nervous way. At the end of the song, the crowd of six all clapped.

"Well done, though you went a little flat later on and your voice didn't hit the note so well. This is how you do it—" Miku opened her mouth to sing.

"Well, we should leave now," said Kiyoteru hastily, "Off you trot…" Kiyoteru hung back for a while to speak to Gumi. "Miku's always like that; don't let her get on your nerves. It's just her star mentality. Okay?" Gumi nodded. Kiyoteru followed the rest of them out.

Gumi collapsed onto the bed. After a two-hour flight starting at midnight, a three-hour drive and a one-hour boat ride, Gumi needed some rest.

And slowly, yet silently, Gumi fell asleep.

Miku: Remember to read and review! Because I'm awesome.

Kiyoteru: That's not a valid reason. ._.

Miku: It is too! :U

Meiko: *facepalm* Just remember:

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