Olikase Oneshots

Omae Wa Mou (Another Crackfic...?)

Credits to v3xman for giving me the inspiration for this drabble. His Vocaloid covers never fail to entertain me. Keep up the great work!

I start enjoying writing crackfics...that's not a good thing. I'm sorry, everyone. (Also, this one is written trashier compared to my other crackfic. Am I slowly improving in this genre..?)

Once upon a dreary monotonous day, there was the British Vocaloid Oliver who had been surprised with a notification in his postbox. After months, he finally had a job inquiry again. Not that he had to make ends meet - we're talking about Vocaloid here, after all - but he was bored out of his wits. While all the other Vocaloid were either busy or on stand-by mode, he had to be alert to all times. Was he that desperate to wait for a job? Not really, but it was his oh-so-lovely partner Fukase who was constantly keeping up the blond from whatever he was trying to do. Two bored voice synthesizers - particularly if one has questionable hyperactivity issues - just are not a good combination. 

But now that there was something to do for the blond again, this cursed vicious cycle was about to come to an end. However, Oliver made sure to hide from Fukase. Once he read the title of the song, he knew it was no good to have the internet-addicted NEET of a boyfriend around. Oliver was actually desperate for a job and wanted to complete this one just as professionally as he has done with all his previous requests. 

Even so, as much as Oliver tried to go out of Fukase's way that day, the redhead somehow just always managed to catch up to him. Trying to pretend that Oliver was not purposely avoiding him, he never asked about it. Too bad he did not think of disabling the "find my iphone" function on his phone. That might have explained a lot. 

"Why are you running away from me today?" Fukase asked eventually, pouting hard. He reached for Oliver's arm but grabbed the air as the blond quickly scooted to the other side of the table. Oliver was visibly annoyed at this point, but solely death-stared down his counterpart. 

"I need my space at some point as well." Oliver saw Fukase widening his eyes in shock over this sudden confession and sighed. "Yes, even in a relationship people need something like 'me-time'."

Fukase frowned and looked away, occupied with his own thoughts for a split second before he turned back to Oliver and quickly snatched the papers out of Oliver's hand. He instantly received loud complaints as a response but he just laughed it off. While Oliver  stormed towards him, he quickly freed Point from the void of his hat and sent him off to the next top shelf to hide there with the papers. 

"Hmm, a meme song. Interesting," Fukase hummed and tried to dodge every single one of Oliver's arm swings. He didn't need even more bruises. Instead, he grabbed Oliver's wrists once the blond set out for another hit. Staring into the eyes right in front of him, Fukase couldn't help but smile. 

"Can I pinch your cheeks?"

"No."

"Can I stub your nose then?"

"Fuka, stop."

"But you're so cuuuute." Fukase chuckled and pecked Oliver's lips. Shortly after, he told Point to come back down and give Oliver his song text back. Not too amused by this temporizer move, the blond merely grunted and returned to the corner of the room, hoping to have satisfied Fukase's need for attention for at least a few minutes. 

"I hate my job," Oliver sighed to himself and looked back down on the papers in his hands, ready to tear them apart. He then suppressed the urge and instead casted another glare at Fukase "Don't you have to do some off-beat cover anyway?"

Fukase chuckled and eventually pinched Oliver's cheeks without his consent (not that he could be reported for harrassement anyway). "Now, don't be so mean~"

Fukase did not receive an answer. Oliver merely frowned and focused on the text in front of him. That was almost too much silence for the redhead, however, which is why he lay down on the table and slid over to the blond. He tried to catch another glimpse on the papers but Oliver shielded them successfully. Fukase groaned.

"What's the song called again anyways? I forgot again." Fukase barely managed to suppress a mischievous grin. Much to his luck, Oliver did not notice it and, in fact, turned back to page one to read the title out.

"Omae wa mou," Oliver noticed there to be scribbled something else to the title, but he couldn't remember whether that was done before, "shinderu..?"

"NANI?!"

Fukase bursted out in laughter. Processing who added the extra word on the title, Oliver internally facepalmed himself for his stupidity. Ready to leave the room, he didn't even bother turning back to his lover at this point.  "Bloody hell, I hate you so much."

"That's not what you said when I [age-restricted] you last night."

Just to twist the knife in the wound even more, suddenly every familiar Vocaloid just had to connect with both Oliver's and Fukase's headphones. Oliver froze in shock for a second, forgetting that this has happened several times before already. As expected, it did not take long for the other Vocaloid to quickly disconnect and instead email them their notification. Oliver sighed, clearly annoyed from all the hassle because of this new job. He stared down Fukase, who was just responding with an equal stare - though it was much more timid. 

"Do you have any shame at all?"

Fukase shrugged his shoulders and jumped off, clearly happy to have aggravated his boyfriend for a while. Oliver wanted to scream but kept it together just now. Instead, he really now focused on the song text before there would be another disruption waiting for him. There was not much time left; Fukase's need for attention was increasing again.