Again. She fell asleep on me again.

I groaned, looking over my shoulder and softly nudging the redhead awake, trying not to shove her face into the ground. I hated her already, and I just met her a few hours ago. Stupid, obnoxious girl...

Miki opened her eyes, most likely as slowly and seductively as she could and blinked, fanning her eyelashes a little.

"Oh, did I fall asleep again, Piko ~?" she asked, nuzzling her head into my neck. "I hope you don't mind; you're so warm and comfy~ Piko~" she clung onto my arm. Oh, how I despise this girl. I smiled and pat her head. Best not to make enemies, for I had to be on my best behavior today. Today was the day we are presented to Master. He will decide which group we will tour with, only if we sing well enough to him not to be scrapped.

All I've heard for the past few days I've been conscious was how I had to impress Master. This one song I sing will be the difference between being sent to be taken apart or put on a tour bus to go sing for millions. This had to go well.

Miki, the annoying girly redhead next to me, was created at least a year before I was, though we were all "woken up" at the same time. Our creators figured it was logical to give Master more options. Psh.

In the bus with me, sat a pink haired girl with a little bit of a cat obsession, a green haired girl who looked uncomfortable in her attire, two preschoolers (...), and a...teacher? All a bunch of freaks. I hated all of them. There was no competition in my opinion. They were a bunch of losers, and I was practically made to attract fans. My hair was silver white and cut into a cute bob. I'm not very tall; about 5'2". And, I wore a dress. Yes, a dress. A dress with a USB chord sticking out of the back. I was definitely made for public service.

The bus came to a halt and my "breath" caught in my throat for a moment. Miki sat up and yawned, stretching.

"Piko~ I'm so worried. What if I don't make it? I hope we are able to go on tour together! Wouldn't that be great? Right Piko?"

I nodded, trying to look as sweet and enthusiastic as I could. We were led inside to a concert room with a microphone on the impressive stage and a table on the other side. A man sat at the table, surrounded by some brightly colored teenagers. Oh. These are the "idols" we have heard so much about.

Next to Master sat a tall, thin girl with teal pigtails that brushed against her knees. Hatsune Miku. She was who we were all supposed to be like. She was the most popular, most adored, and most perfect out of all the Vocaloids. Next to Master on the other side sat twins. The Kagamine Twins. The cute, perfect, platinum blond twins with matching uniforms. The boy, Len, was writing on a sheet of paper while his twin, Rin, was giggling, texting Miku, who obviously was sitting three feet from her. Pointless and annoying.

A few seats away sat a woman with extraordinarily long pink hair, perfectly styled. She seemed to be writing something; I couldn't tell. I forgot what her name was. Apparently, she also speaks English. A blue haired man sat next to her. I think he's an older model.

"Gumi, start us off with a song of your choice," Master said calmly, leaning forward and resting his arms on the table. The green haired girl walked up, pulled at her skirt, then began a soft toned song. Her voice was smooth and soft; actually, it impressed me. About a minute in, Master held up his hand and told her she had done an excellent job. When she noticed his satisfied expression, she gave a small bow and nearly skipped off the stage.

"Piko, come up now." My breath hitched and I walked up as slowly as I could, completely blanking on whatever song I had in mind. Damn, what was it? The Vocaloids' eyes bore into me like laser beams and I honestly wanted this to be over.

I sang Melt. Best to please the most popular and well known out of the group, right? I hated that song.

And boy did they look pleased.

I gave them a sweet, plastered on smile and walked offstage. The rest of the auditions went...oddly. The pink haired cat girl, Iroha, actually had a strong and powerful voice, despite her younger design. One of the small ones, Yuki, had a sweet voice, but they didn't look as pleased as they did for the other auditions. Miki sang as badly as I suspected. Then came Gachapoid. Needless to say, that was a train wreck. I've never heard a more annoying, robotic noise than what came from his mouth. They smiled enthusiastically, but I could tell there was a very good chance he will be scrapped tomorrow. The teacher, Kiyoteru, was alright, I guess. I felt confident I was one of the best. I stared at the group, who were talking amongst themselves.

"Piko~ Iroha~ Gumi~ Miki~" Miku called out. God, was her voice annoying. It was high and squeaky. It hurt my ears. How is she the most popular?

"Anyway, you all will come home with us for the week and we will decide ourselves which group is right to tour with~ the rest of you, please follow Master. He has already decided which groups you will be with~" she chimed as she clasped her hands. "Come on~"

We arrived. The whole ride in the bus that thing was petting my hair, pinching my cheeks and wouldn't shut up about my girly features. I am aware I look like a girl, Rin, stop pointing it out in every place on my body possible. Not to mention Miki sticking to my arm like glue. Did I mention that I hate this girl?

Len, on the other hand, didn't speak to me. He barely acknowledged me, or anyone else for that matter. When we came inside the main Vocaloid mansion (mansion doesn't even describe the enormity of this thing), he simply stalked to his room and shut the door. Rin giggled, muttering something before insisting that she tour us all around, as we'll be here for a while. Honestly, I wanted to follow in Len's footsteps and be alone, but if I would keep up this sweet adorable lovable boy image I would need to do whatever they say. Damn you people.

About an hour and one thousand pointless rooms later, Rin finally left us to relax in our guest rooms. Separate guest rooms. Miki seemed to not realize this...

"Pikooo~" She chimed and she grabbed onto my arm. "Want to hang out together tonight? This house is big! Kind of scary too~" She moved her face close to mine and held onto me. I forced a smile and nodded.

"Sure...let me change," I mumbled as I walked out quickly, wanting to get out of this stupid dress. Though it was replaced with leggings and a long shirt. Oh well, I was cute, and maybe I liked it. As I walked back to my guest room, I heard someone knocking on the wall in the room I saw the Kagamine boy go into when we arrived. It sounded like he was talking to himself. Or someone else; I couldn't tell.

I walked back; the smile on my face beginning to become easier and easier to master without me looking like I was in pain.

The next morning, making absolutely sure not to wake Miki who had fallen asleep after hours of girl talk and fake laughs, I made my way down the stairs (all six flights of them) and spent a good ten minutes trying to find the kitchen. Weird; I'm an android that needs food. I suppose that's their way of making us seem more normal.

Finally, I found the kitchen, and that Kagamine twin, Len, was sitting at the table, poking nonchalantly at a bowl of cereal. He looked at me for a moment, eyeing me head to toe. God, I hate when people do that. After an awkward ten seconds, he spoke.

"So, you're Utatane?" he asked in a calm tone.

Who else would I be, idiot? I simply smiled and nodded, bowing my head a little and clutched the bottom of my long shirt.

"You may call me Piko~ If that's alright with you," I smiled wider and sat across from him. He studied my face then shrugged and went back to poking at his cereal.

That older model, Kaito, walked in. Immediately, Len sat up a bit more and set his spoon down. He sat down next to Len and mumbled to him, too quietly for me to hear. I'm sitting right here. If you wanted to exclude me you could have just left the room. After a moment, Kaito looked at me and smiled.

"Utatane-san" he began, "Master has requested that the new additions watch our concert in Kyoto that will be held tomorrow. He would like you to observe how one is usually held and how our performances generally sequence." A professional looking smile was plastered on his face, looking completely natural unlike the forced smile and nod I gave him in return. Kaito nodded and began to eat Len's un-touched cereal.

Len. His eyes bore into me, making me shift in a bit of discomfort.

I hate when people stare at me.

The next day, at the concert, we were all escorted to the most prestigious, expensive seats in the venue. I sat in between Miki, the most annoying and talkative girl out of everyone, and Gumi, the green haired girl whom I haven't gotten to know yet. She'll probably prove to be just as annoying as the others, anyway.

The opening song was, of course, preformed by Miku. It was Melt, the same song I had sung for my auditions. I still hated that song.

I looked over at Miki after the song, who was cheering and clapping. I didn't bother getting up; I hated that song and her voice gave me a headache. I noticed Gumi didn't stand up either.

"Ugh, It's finally over!" She threw her arms up to add drama. "I thought my ears were going to bleed! I mean, what was that note anyway? That can't be natural. Ah! An alien invaded her system and made it three pitches more annoying! Hatsune Miku is an annoying alien~ That was ridiculous!" She doubled over laughing and the sides of my lips curved upwards slightly.

The next song started after the cheering died down. It was a song my internal song data recognized as "Just be Friends," and it was sung by Luka. Her dance moves were very well choreographed and her voice was much less annoying than the previous.

The third performance was "Trick and Treat" by the twins. I stares at Len's face closely. He was running around the stage with a huge smile on his face that was mirrored by his twin. They both danced wildly and like children,but somehow it fit the song. Weird, I think this was the first time I have ever seen Kagamine Len smile. The song ended, and they both pulled a bow, holding each other and stumbling as they did so. He looked up and met my eyes, and again they bore into me, as if he was staring at someone behind my head. He turned to walk offstage, and as he did so his smile faded completely into the emotionless expression he usually held. I chenched my fists.

Is he just like me?

It's probably pretty short OTL Chapters after this will be much longer probably. It's gonna be PikoxLen at one point. c: