Well, it has been quite a while since I've updates this little gem of a story xD regardless, please forgive my lack of updating! The end of your senior year really starts getting to you around now... anyhoo here is the final chapter of Teal is our Color!

Disclaimer: Since it's the end of the fic, let's have everyone give the disclaimer!

Neru: Fuck off, I'm busy.

Rocketman182: Aaaallllrighty then. Everyone BUT Neru, go ahead!

All Vocaloids involved in the story: The author is a pathetic loser who will never own any Vocaloids or their parent companies ever!

Rocketman182: Wow... thanks guys... uh, well, enjoy the final chapter! I'm gonna go sulk...

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TIOC Ch. 9

The live-in doctor examined Miku's ankle soon after she was brought into the house. Apparently she had slightly sprained it when she tripped.

"Damn, how long am I gonna be off my foot?" Miku asked the doctor.

"Oh, it's a minor sprain so only a week or so. Although, I wouldn't try to push yourself any earlier than that; it'll hurt like hell." The doctor was being his usual blunt self. He wasn't this way when he first arrived at the mansion, Miku remembered. It was probably the daily visits from Len and Kaito's myriad of strange injuries inflicted by two certain females...

Mikuo was in the small "clinic" (as most of the Vocaloids had dubbed the doctor's small office) with Miku the whole time.

"You know it's not a life threatening injury, right?" Miku told him. "You can go if you want."

"True; now you tell me who's gonna carry you up the stairs?" Mikuo said back to her.

"I... I don't need someone to carry me!" She protested.

"Right; and it'll take you an hour to get up the stairs, you kind of suck with crutches, even with two working legs."

"That's so not true!"

Mikuo laughed. "I remember, about a week ago, you tried to walk around on Dell's old crutches. You didn't make it five feet before you fell flat on your face, and that was with two fully functional legs."

If he were anyone else, Miku would have kicked him. The doctor gave Miku two aspirin for the pain and had Mikuo help her up to her room.

Miku sat down on her bed, and to her surprise (outwardly at least) Mikuo sat down next to her. He wasn't quite looking at her; more off in the distance. Despite this, he put his hand in hers. She blushed a deep pink from the unexpected contact.

"Did you mean it?" He suddenly asked.

She looked at him, silent for a moment. "Yes." she said quietly. However many times she repeated the past few months in her head, she always reached the same conclusion; she loved him.

Miku leaned her head on Mikuo's shoulder as she sat next to him on her bed. She closed her eyes and began to sing.

Mikuo was almost shocked to see this side of Miku. She would always sing, of course, but there was an almost intimate feel to it this time, a depth Mikuo had never heard from her before. It was one of her much softer songs, but Mikuo knew it well. He began to sing along with her. Due to their genderbent nature, their voices blended perfectly together.

"I really did mean it. I'm sorry it took me so long to-" her words were interrupted by his lips against hers. By that point, it really didn't matter what she was going to say anyway. Sometimes your instincts give better advice than your conscience ever could.

Miku momentarily broke the kiss. "I'm sorry, for everything I put you through. I just... I don't know, maybe I was scared or just stupid or-"

Mikuo cut her off. "Listen, I understand. Yes, it hurt to watch you and know you didn't feel the same way towards me. But I saw you trying, fighting yourself. I wanted to help, but I knew that wasn't my place." He paused for a moment. "I love you, Miku."

Something welled up deep in Miku suddenly awakened with how Mikuo said those words. It was full of passion and something like... power. It called to her on a deeper level; one could almost call it primal.

They stayed in that room for the rest of the night.

The next morning they both came down to breakfast looking a bit... worn out.

Gumi, who still had bits of purple in her hair, noticed the two come downstairs at the same time.

"Well well, look who's finally awake!" Gumi shouted out.

She walked over towards Miku and whispered in her ear, "You should get your bed fixed; the springs were squeaking all night..."

The two froze in their tracks. Neither thought that someone would catch on so fast! Then again, Miku nor Mikuo really cared about much last night other than... Well you know.

It didn't seem to count for much, those odd faces they received throughout the day. So long as they had each other, nothing could shake them apart.

5 Years Later

Mikuo paced back and forth a million times in the rather cramped dressing room. The big moment was only 10 minutes away. The band had already started playing, and the guests were getting seated. The media had already set up equipment in the main room and had begun checking over it all one last time.

He turned toward his two friends, Luki and Gumo. Len was in the bathroom at the moment. "Guys, I don't know if I can do this! I mean what if I mess up!"

Luki just stared at him blankly. "Did you write them yourself?"

"Well, yeah. But what if-"

Gumo slapped a hand on his friend's back. "Relax! This is a happy day. Now man up, straighten that bow tie, and get moving soldier!"

Luki sighed. "There's still 8 minutes left, you baka..."

"Oh, right, sorry."

In a separate room on the other side of the building, Miku seemed to be having a similar crisis.

"Ok, someone get me a glass of cold water, I'm freaking the hell out over here!" Miku waved her arms frantically.

"Here, now keep it down you spaz!" Gumi tried to help Miku get herself under control, but she only wound up knocking off one of her meticulously placed hair-ties.

After a minute of almost surgical precision and tension on a similar level, it was back in place.

Miku looked in the mirror one more time. "God DAMN, I'm fat as hell!"

"Not this again..." Luka muttered.

"I guarantee you did this on your big day too, Luka."

Her silence confirmed Miku's accusations. Just three minutes to go now...

Mikuo was still pacing, but now at an almost feverish pace.

Len walked into the room to see Mikuo almost wearing a hole in the floor. "Dude, relax. Yeah, it's a big day, but we all get to wear tuxedos!"

The other three men in the room just stared at Len and the platonic stupidity he seemed to wear with pride.

Luki looked at his watch. "Alright, time to go."

Mikuo took a deep breath. "As much as you guys annoy the hell out me, I'm you guys agreed to be my best men."

Gumo gave him a thumbs-up. "C'mon now, what kind of friends would we be if we just left your sorry ass alone on your wedding day?"

Back on Miku's end, the panic had subsided. The scientist who led her creation team, the closest thing she had to a father, was waiting to give her away at the end of the hallway.

Miku's dress got caught on the doorstop to her dressing room as she started to walk out. After a few seconds of fiddling with the train by her bridesmaids the situation was resolved.

As the moment of truth came, time seemed to slow down for the two people whose lives were soon to become one. The paparazzi were flashing pictures nonstop, and the swoons of cheering fans had died down to a whisper. "Why on earth did we open this to the public...?" Mikuo thought. Not that it mattered, of course. His focus was on the woman he was about to marry.

Mikuo took one look at his beloved fiancé at the end of that isle as she turned the corner, and realized immediately that he was, without a shadow of a doubt, looking at the woman he knew he could, and would, spend the rest of his life with.

-THE END-

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And there you have it! My second full-size fic is complete! For all of my readers who stuck through with me up to this point, thank you all so much! More fics are on the way, including the long awaited sequel to Vocaloid Chronicles! Please review, it makes me happy :3