Summary: This is truly a dream come true! I get to spend my vacation with the Vocaloids! If this is a dream, I don't want to wake up! Let me go through all of summer vacation before waking up! Please don't let them be scared of me...or should I be scared of them?

A/N: Summer vacation is already half-way done, but let's pretend it isn't. Let's start from the beginning.

Disclaimer: I don't own Vocaloids.

One second has passed. Two seconds have passed. Three seconds have passed. I was twitching in my seat, my feet kicking the floor in anxiety. The airport was boring. My IPod ran out of battery. I have waited for at least thirty minutes since the freaking plane landed. I slapped my face to see if this was a dream, but I wasn't pulled to reality. This was reality.

Then why the freak was I waiting here for thirty minutes?

I calmed down. This was too serious for it to be a prank. I mean, why would someone want to do a prank about meeting the Vocaloids? And actually living under the same roof as the Vocaloids for all of this boring summer? Every Vocaloid fan wouldn't miss that opportunity. Someone truly had to be a devil to do a prank about this.

Yet, despite the reassurances I gave myself, I still doubted this whole "Vacation with the Vocaloids" thing. No one had come. No one had told me what time they would actually be here. Heck, my parents don't even care that I'm here. Lucky me. I'm serious. They allowed me to go on this once in a lifetime opportunity, just because the person who invited me was going to cover everything. Food, games, clothes, whatever. Still, they insisted that I take my own clothes and cell phone with me.

I also brought my forbidden suitcase. No one except me was allowed to see what was inside. If they did, they would no doubt label me a real otaku. Or freak. A freaky otaku. And the Vocaloids would be creeped out by me. I only brought it in case I needed something to help me feel safe or something.

Just as I was about to storm outside, a suspicious person wearing a trench coat walked through the airport doors at that moment. I arched an eyebrow, but proceeded to drag my bags outside, when the trench coat person walked up to me, studying my face. The person was wearing sunglasses. This person was creeping me out.

When I was about to yell, the person pulled away from me.

"We found her," he called outside. In that instant, another trench coat person walked in. They exchanged a look with this person. This trench coat took my suitcase away from me, while the first trench coat heaved me up on his shoulders. For that second, I started screaming and flailing my arms.

Trench coat dude was caught by surprise, but he kept a firm grip on my waist. The second trench coat was giggling though. It was a girl?

"Give me back my suitcase!" I demanded. "And put me down!" I pulled on his hood, only for it to reveal white hair...and some hair sticking up? The 'eff?

"Great!" he yelled, now running. The other trench coat hurried to keep up with white haired boy, and if I looked closely, I could see...pink hair from the girl trench coat? "Hurry up!"

"But these are heavy!" she whined, struggling to drag the two suitcases I had brought. I was dumbstruck, which made me at a loss for words. Frowning, I reached out and flipped the hood off of the girl trench coat's face.

I gaped at her, and she squeaked when air hit her head.

"A...Miki cosplayer?" I exclaimed. "I didn't think I would see a cosplay at an airport," I commented in amusement. The Miki cosplayer was still running behind white haired boy, but she looked unsure.

"I'm...not a cosplayer though..."

"You got everything like the original Miki!" I rambled on. "You even have that copter shaped ahoge and everything."

Then it hit me that the dude that abducted me had an ahoge too. I had forgotten for a moment that I had been kidnapped.

"Help!" I yelled as loud as I could, but the boy shoved me into the back seat of a limo, getting inside with the other girl, carelessly throwing my suitcases on the floor. The limo took off faster than I could get up, so I just fell backwards again. I blinked. I was in a limo! With people that abducted me!

"Ah!" I yelled scrambling towards the door and tried to open it. The boy and girl pulled me away from the door and put restraints on my feet. I just sat there now.

"Was this necessary?" the Miki cosplayer whispered to the boy. Now that I mentioned it, the boy looked like a girl. He grunted.

"Listen," he started, glaring at me. "You better be grateful that we bothered to pick you up. I can't believe that they thought of this stupid idea..." he trailed off. I was scared. Was I going to get killed by cosplayers?

"Now you've scared her, Piko-tan!" the Miki cosplayer scolded, slapping the back of his head. She looked at me apologetically. "Nice to meet you. I'm Miki."

I stared at her blankly. She smiled in understanding, before pulling off her trench coat, revealing the same outfit that the Vocaloid Miki wore.

"This is Piko," she introduced the white haired boy. They nearly had similar outfit when he took off his trench coat.

I still stared blankly. Was this a joke?

"You guys are really into your cosplaying," I finally said. Piko cosplayer frowned(which also reminded me, who was Piko? I never heard of him before).

"We're not cosplaying," he said plainly. "We're the real deal. And we're taking you to meet the Vocaloids, just like it said in the letter we sent to you. Or did you not even read it?"

"Sure..." I muttered.

"You've heard of me, right?" the Miki cosplayer asked.

"I haven't heard of you. If you're referring to the actual Miki, I've heard some of her songs, like Miki Miki Romantic Night," I replied. Miki cosplayer smiled.

"Okay then. Piko, start the music," she ordered. Piko cosplayer muttered something, before pulling a recorder out, playing the same tune as the song I mentioned earlier. Then the cosplayer started to sing the first verse of Miki Miki Romantic Night.

My jaw dropped. She sounded like...that meant she was...

"Oh..." I said quietly, making Miki, the actual Miki, stop at the second chorus. "Uh...hi Miki..."

I felt really stupid. Piko scoffed, and I sent him a glare.

"Who are you anyways? I've never heard of you," I snapped, as a way to get rid of the feeling of being stupid inside me. Piko sent back the glare.

"Utatane Piko," he snapped back. "You obviously live under a rock. If you know Miki, then how come you didn't know me?"

I was about to report, but Miki stepped in between us, looking nervous.

"I don't want a fight," she said. She looked at Piko. "Just because she knows me doesn't mean she knows everyone, so let me explain, before you blow."

Piko scowled in return.

"Piko was created to be a shota, just like Len-sama," Miki turned to me.

"That would explain on why he looks like a girl."

"Shut it runt."

"I think that's all I need to hear," I grunted. "Now can you untie me?"

"Alright," Miki said, doing so. "When we get back to the Vocaloid home, I want you to stay with me and Piko. It is...kind of vast, so we don't want you to get lost." Piko snorted at that.

So, I was here, stuck in a limo with Vocaloids. My suitcases lay on the ground, and I waited for the car to stop. On my first day in Japan, I ran into Miki and Piko. They could speak English, but there was some of their accent in there. I was glad. That meant that I didn't need to speak Japanese much...well, I barely knew how to speak. I only knew some key words, but that was it.

"We're here," Miki announced, quickly opening the door and dragged out my suitcases. I hurried after her and took one, while Piko took the other. We both glared at each other. Miki turned to me.

"Welcome to Vocaloid Mansion!" she introduced, bringing her arms up in the air for effect. My eyes squinted as a huge shadow overfell me. My eyes widened, and my legs started to shake in fear. This was called a mansion?

"You have got to be kidding me! This is a freaking palace!" I yelled in protest. Miki giggled, while Piko cracked a small smirk.

"Let's go inside and show you your room. You must be tired," Miki advised. "We'll take you to meet the Vocaloids tomorrow."

"What about the UTAUloids, Voyakiloids..." I trailed off.

"They live in a different area of the mansion," Miki hesitated. "But if you want, we can call everyone together in the lounging room."

"Can you?" I exclaimed in excitement.

"Yes, she can," Piko stated bluntly. I ignored him. They led me inside, with Miki holding my arm so I wouldn't wander off. Piko silently followed us. As we walked through the endless hallways and up some neverending stairs, I noticed that the walls were decorated with various paintings of the Vocaloids, some good, some bad. Laying around were some tables with photo frames of the Vocaloids hanging around together. I thought I spotted some...food on the ground, but Miki and Piko didn't comment on it, so I didn't.

My heart was pounding in excitement, so I no longer paid attention towards my surroundings. My attention was in my own head, listing out every Vocaloid, UTAU, and Voyakiloid I knew. The only sound in this hallway was the sound of my suitcase being dragged on wheels, the breathing of all three of us, but if I listened carefully...I thought I heard the sound of a cell phone and someone texting.

"That's Neru," I guessed silently. I remembered that only the floor below us, I heard "World is Mine" being sung by a Vocaloid, so I guessed that it was the recording room or something.

"Here we are," Miki said in excitement. She turned the knob, and I was met with blank walls and...a triple king size bed.

"Is that...for me..." I said in monotone shock. That bed...would fit nearly all the Vocaloids on it...

"Yup! We need our guest to be comfortable. Here are the shelves for your clothes, there's the bathroom, and there's the room for the shower. There's not much, but you might have some stuff to fill it up."

Piko plopped my suitcase on the side, and I followed suite. The first thing I did was run full speed at the bed, jumping on it and sighed happily as my sore back met with fluffy...and soft...

"Someone will bring dinner to you, if you ring that bell," Miki pointed at the golden bell at the front of the bed. "We'll see you in the morning..."

She trailed off, and we both realized that I hadn't told her my name.

"Just call me by my nickname, Koko," I told her. She nodded.

"Have a good rest of the evening Koko-chan."

Both her and Piko shut the door, footsteps echoing in the hallway. I sighed, flopping onto my back, staring at the vast ceiling. This room was big. The freaking bed was big. The whole mansion was big. I then flipped onto my side, absently reaching for a pillow. I didn't feel hungry, just tired. Just one more time, I slapped my face.

"This isn't a dream..."

Hehehe...it's kind of like a self-insert...but I do seem more mature here. o.O

Don't kill me! I haven't heard of Piko until I heard his song, "Remember". I know the Nico Singer...but I only heard his version of Magnet. So I decided to research Piko U., and I saw that he was based off of the Nico Singer. Stupid moment there.

So...you want me to add any pairings in here? Cuz I do like the MikixPiko...even though I just knew about Piko...I may or may not add the pairing you want, so don't send hate letters to me.

Another thing...should I include any of my UTAU OCs here? If you guys only want canon, that's fine with me.