I'm back, babies~! Sorry, I haven't been on in a WHILE! Highschool is a butt-hole. Science is a Butt-hole. Honor roles are a pain in the butt-hole. GWAH! and I am back with the new chapter! I might slow down on Secret After School and start catching up on Oliver's story and Cherries and Chaocolate Crisps. I'm definitely going to focus on finishing this one. Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter (I personally liked writing it)~! :D

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN VOCALOID!

That crazy, hot-headed flameball...

Flash Back

I followed Miki into her room. When I walked in, she closed the door, as if she was planning to trap me in here. Creepy as it seemed, I never stopped myself to sit at the edge of her cherry imprinted bed. Her room was a little dull, there was nothing vibrant except for the bed sheet. But they looked really old, so that was a little dull. The room was also a little dusty, as if no one had this room at all. Miki's room is a dark scary place.

She approached me, swaying her hips, in a rythem. I must admit, it would be cute if it was Miku doing it. Miki ruined the moment. I thought everything would be better if I just envisioned Miku in her place, but then she spoke.

"I've been waiting to do this for a while now." she admitted quite shallowly, coming closer to me "I know I shouldn't, but it feels so right."

I'll hit her if she lays a finger on me, I have goals you know. She stops right in front and stays for a bit. I raise my brow as she looks down at me from at top, shadowed eyes whiplashed that michevious glare. I gulped from the intention. What could she possibly want with me. I watched her anxiously, she pulled something from behind her back. I was eager but afraid to find out. A tooth brush. A tooth brush was pulled out from behind her. What is she going to do with a tooth brush?

"What am I gonna do with that?" I questionned her, quite skeptical. I don't see how anyone could get creative with a tooth brush... Alas, her grin widened as she pointed at the bucket of soapy water beside her door.

She sat beside me, at a safe distance.

"Do you get it?" she questionned me as if I'm stupid. "I want you to clean this place up, in return of what you did to me. If done well, I might bring you something in return."

And like that, she left the room, and I started.

I've been cleaning for a good while now. It's been... 15 minutes. I'm tired of scrubbing the one shelf. Sometimes, I just wish I could pull off some sort of magical cleaning spell, because I have been cleaning this one shelf FOR FIFTEEN MINUTES!

Being bored of cleaning, I wandered around this dusty room, looking for something else to clean. I mixed the tooth brush within the steamy warm, suddy water and washed her night table, then part of her desk. One thing leads to another and I get a sponge from the closet and use that instead. Then I scrubbed her desk, to the tile on her floor, I washed every crease in those. Then I moved on to bringing her mat to the laundromat outside. I gathered that dusty mat, folding it over my arms. I don't know why, but I'm finding cleaning a little more enjoyable now. I never really did it before, but now I think I can do it! I've been spending an hour and ten minutes cleaning this dusty rag of a place up, and I could say that it was worth it. No more itches and tears in my eyes, I should do this more often. Not only that, but I found I was at more peace, it was calming me.

On my way out to the laundromat, Miki stood by the door, atsonsished; looking at what used to be a filthy ragged home to a chrome dome!

"I didn't think you were going to clean it." she began, eyes wide open, gazing at me "I thought you were just going to walk off, as if nothing ever happened."

"Why would I do that?" I questionned her, somewhat curious of what she meant.

"Nevermind, Kaito. Needless to say, I'm really impressed!" she smiled wholefully, just as she did the sunsets glare seethed through the window, brightening the room "Keep at it, and I'll bring you something."

She turned to walk away, and I'm standing there speechless. Did she just smile? It looked awfully nice coming from her. Alas, she's a crazy woman, and I'm Miku's. So I have no interest in Miki.

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I continued my way to the laundromat, just to see someone who I've never met before. His hair was pink, eyes were blue... Hair was pink (seriously, I thought Gakupo's was bad). He smirked at me, sarcarstically.

"I saw what you did to Miki, you should be embarrassed. Vomitting on a defenseless girl." he sadistically hissed. It was kind of uncomfotable because, well, I'VE NEVER SEEN HIM IN MY LIFE!

"Who are you?" I asked, which made him seem unimpressed, given by the expression of his glare.

"VY2 Yuuma. I personally don't blame you for not knowing who I am, but if you weren't so absorbed in yourselves all the time, then you would know we exist."

"Huh?"

"I was at the beach too, Shion. I was playing volleyball with Leon and Big-Al." he said as he walked away "Open your eyes, Shion Boy."

Shion Boy? Well now that he's gone and can't hear me:

"YOU CRAZY INVISIBLE PEOPLE!" I hollard.

"We aren't invisible, you're just arrogant!" he exclaimed from the other room.

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I cleaned the floor, book shelf, night table, desk, lamp, everything that's the exterior part.

Just the interior parts now, like drawers and the closet.

I approach the closet, and open it. Blinded by color, she kept all sorts of paintings in this tiny place. Beautiful portraits of vast lands, flowers, single friut trees, topless Ted Kasane...

Ted Kasane?...

I bury past more of the canvas. She has a Ted Kasane collection! There's one of him eating a bagel at a local cafe, and one of him getting out of the steamy shower with a towel around his waist. Ted is one sexy individual, apparently...

This one has him sitting on a desk with his shirt half open, but the majority of pictures with him is with herself; holding eachother in the snow, embracing in the rain, kissing under a missletoe, cuddling in bed. Everything.

I don't see what Miki sees in Ted... He`s a pervert... By the looks of it... She`s the pervert... But most of all, HE'S AN UTAU!

Suddenly, I hear footsteps that are head towards Miki`s room. I heard muffled voices. Miku... and Miki... They`re going to the room! I quickly shove those sexy Ted pictures back in and slam the closet door, I get back to the sponge and start scurbbing the floor again. I could hear their conversation right outside my door;

"I personally like pink on you, Miku." Miki exclaimed

"You think so? I thought blue would be nicer." Miku admitted.

My nerves were shot when she opened the door. I saw the girl of my dreams standing in the door way, just as surprised as Miki.

"Kaito, what are you doing?" Miki asked, surprised. What surprises her of something she already knows?

"I'm cleaning your room, re-"

"Oh Kaito, that's so sweet. Considering of what you did at the beach, this is the sweetest thing so far," she interupted me, cooing "wouldn't you agree Miku?"

"Most defintely, Miki!" Miku squealed, "It makes me so happy when guys can be so generous! It's.. perfect." she exhaled, looking quite dazzled. I still don't know what's going on, but that didn't stop me from cleaning the place up.

"Great work Kaito, you're such a charm!" Miku smiled giddly "You've made Miki and I both happy! Thank you for such generosity!" she clapped as she walked out. Miki stayed behind for a split second to signal me a thumbs up... I see what she's doing now. She's forgeing me a halo, so that Miku would fall for me easier.

Miki:

You. Are. A. Mastermind.

Now that she started something, I'm going to finish it with a big boom. Miku will be so proud of my consideration~!

I'm going to re-paint her room.

Before she left, I grasped onto her sleeve, giving me her attention.

"Miki-" I began, but she tugged her arm, slipping away from my hold.

"Geez Kaito, don't get that touchy. What do you need?"

"What is your favorite color?"

"... Navy blue... and white."

"Okay, thanks!"

We then went our separate ways.

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I recieved the paints from the storage room, lucky we keep paint for all these new Vocaloid coming in, so that they can paint their rooms. What I'm planning to do with Miki's room is to have the walls painted Navy Blue, but first I need to get rid of the furniture... I started on her bed. And can I tell you! Lifting furniture is not a one man job. I probably moved it an metre or two. But not anything past that. I tried to continue, but was stopped.

"Kaito, you idiot! What are you doing?" Miki gasped, holding an iced tea near the door way. That was sweet of her, but she didn't have to.

"I'm painting your room, what does it look-" -

WHACK!

Miki slapped at the back of the head.

"Kaito, this is a guest room!" she told. A guest room? I thought this was her room.

"That's why I can't paint it?" I questionned.

"Yes, who knows, the guest might not like the color!"

"I thought this was your room..."

"For now it is. Master promised that he would build me a bigger and better room, because he gave my last one to Akikoroid-Chan." she explained "But when I move out, it's going to be just a guest room again."

"... When did he promise this?.."

"A year ago..."

... Her life must suck...

"Now, BaKaito. Get on with it. Move the furniture back." she demanded. Me being exaughsted from moving the furniture in the first place, I got... Defensive...

"Sorry Miki, I was fooled to think this was your room, though the closet is filled with those sexy Ted Kasane paintings." I admitted, which I shouldn't have. I could see the heat rise up to her cheeks

"Kaito. You. IDIOT!" she growled vicsiously, tears flooded her eyes, "YOU RUIN EVERYTHING!" she cried, running out of the room. I can't let Miku (or Iroha) see her like this.

I chased after her. We ran through the emptier mansion, to the courtyard, through the garden and that is where I tackled her down to the ground. Covering her mouth, muffling her screams and cries. That is until she bit me, but I didn't let her go.

"Miki, shut it!" I shouted, gripping onto her kicking legs, "Calm down!". Miki refused and continued bawling like a mad woman. I tried coming up with things at the top of my head to say, just to calm her down.

Ted at the local cafe, Miki's bed sheets:

"Miki, let's go get a cherry cheesecake at the local cafe." I suggested with exaustion in my voice, "I'll pay!"

Suddenly, everything stopped. She slowed down to a zero.

"Cherry. Cheesecake?" she asked sniffling, "That you're paying for?"

"Yes," I responded "so long as you keep it down. You're trying to help me win Miku, remember?"

She nodded her head in response "Fine. But I'm still not forgiving you for looking at my Ted."

What a weird girl.

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We sat in the cafe for an hour and a bit, talking about Ted. Well, she was the talking one, I was the one listening. Believe it or not, I was listening.

On the way there, she was explaining that she is not a pervert but Ted is the perfect structure for her latest works (I can tell), and how that was not her in the pictures with him more than just a freaky Ted fangirl that cosplays as herself regualarilly. Then she went on about how she doesn't blame the fangirl for liking Ted because he's a handsome fellow, the she went on about him being incredibly sexy, then to how she wants him to cradle her in his 'big arms'.

Now she's going on about how she wants to be the girl in the picture.

She's contradicting herself.

I however was thinking more about her room. Master promised her a new room a year past now. I've never heard anything about construction of a new room. Though I'm not crazy about Miki myself, I can't help but feel a little bad for her.

Now she's just talking about how they were meant for eachother, barely taking a bite of her cheesecake.

It makes me second-guess if it was worth buying that tiny 5 dollar cheesecake.

"Are you going to finish that?" I ask apathetically, interuppting her going on about how much she wants to plant a kiss on his 'perfect' lips. She stopped so suddenly.

"Sorry." she mumbled as she took a couple of bites.

After that everything was silent between us, and you know how much I hate silence.

"Miki." I began, "Now that we've calmed down a bit, I've been meaning to talk about the 'guest room'."

"What about it?" she asked.

"I think that's the room that Master wanted to give you."

"I doubt it, it certainly isn't bigger than my last one."

"Miki, I doubt they would build a random room just anywhere."

"You do make a good point..."

"I do. So how about I paint your room this weekend."

She went quiet. Her quietness bothers me.

"Well?" I ask, a little impatient.

"Can I help you do that?" Miki asked.

"Sure why not?" I smiled "You're helping me win Miku's heart, and now you're helping me paint your room. What can I do for you, Miki."

"Well, now that you mention it." She began with a sly smile.

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~ Rocky :D