Blue haired duo's breakdown
Before the story starts, here's an introduction of an unfamiliar character (unless you read my other fanfic).
Kyle Marlon. Now, if you know Evilious chronicle, or at least Daughter of Evil, he's the blue guy in the song. He came to the world of vocaloids through… please read my other fanfic for more info. How he arrived is not that dramatic, anyway. At this point, he's still the only Evilious character, but more is expected to come.
Kyle sank into the sofa in the middle room, facing the television and scanned the room and listened carefully, to confirm that him and Kaito who sat on his right were the only ones in the room. The other residents of the mansion seem to be in their respective rooms for karaoke. He released his tension in the muscle and held up the small cup of Haagen Dazs in his right hand, which he received from Kaiko, to the eye level.
It was raining heavily outside. The sound of raindrops pelting the roof was as noisy as a waterfall. He was not really bothered, as the fact that there were no vocaloids to mess with him was a bliss.
After half a minute of silence, he found it strange that Kaito had not uttered a single word. He lowered the right hand to let it rest in the sofa and glanced at the vocaloid. Kaito had buried his hands into his face, leaning forward.
"Kaito?" Kyle was muted when the vocaloid stiffened and turned around to face him, pale, deathly and hungry. The dark face did nothing to improve the atmosphere. They stared at each other for a while until Kyle thawed from his surprise. He did not even need to ask what happened, and wordlessly offered him the ice cream. It was too painful to see someone who has identical face put on an expression like that, so he did not mind it when the zombie-faced Kaito opened the cup without saying 'thank you'.
Spotting a figure walking toward them from the corner of his sight, Kyle turned his gaze to find Santa with a notebook and a pen. The Christmas Kaito module sat on Kaito's right, exclaiming, "My god, Kaito, you look horrible!" He added, "Which twins drew on you? Wait, you were probably sleeping when they did that, so you won't know. Is it permanent marker?"
Kaito rubbed his face with his sleeve and managed a smile. "Better? And it's not marker."
"Then is it makeup? I thought Halloween passed weeks ago!"
Kaito continued smiling stiffly.
"Yup, better, though you still look grim. Anyway, I need advice on Christmas presents," said Santa, who had dark rings around his eyes, which were also drooping. "Very urgently."
"Actually, Santa, you don't really look any better than me, too," pointed out Kaito, whose smile turned bitter. Remembering the ice cream in his grasp, he observed the green colour of ice cream. "Green tea."
"Macha," argued Santa, flipping the book open to a section with a side full of mind mapping and a blank page on the other side.
"Mint." Kaito licked his lips.
"Honeydew." Santa stared at the ice cream mournfully, though he did not looked as gluttonious as Kaito.
"Kiwi." Kaito drooled. Santa gulped.
"Honeydew."
"Honeydew," said Kaito. It seemed to Kyle that an unknown agreement had just passed between them. The vocaloid turned to Kyle, which sent a chill down his spine. The thunder rolling did not helped him calm down. "Kyle."
"Do you think we have honeydew in our kitchen?" asked Kaito wistfully. Santa also looked at him expectantly. He could not help focusing on the dark rings around the two pair of eyes on the identical faces, which he kept on reminding to himself, that those face also belonged to him. "Honeydew."
"Honeydew."
"Honeydew."
"Honey." They looked at each other. Kaito nodded.
"Maple syrup. Caramel. Jam. Sugar," droned Kaito, rubbing his face with his sleeve. He smirked.
"Good idea," said Santa, smiling creepily. "Kyle?"
"I absolutely believe that there is a honeydew," answered Kyle speedily. "Or, two honeydews." They bore their eyes through him. "In. The. Kitchen." He pointed to the direction. "The size of, erm." Sweating, he desperately held their zombie gaze. "The size of three brains?"
He did not know how that came out. Slowly walking backwards toward the direction of kitchen, he lured them in, not keeping his eyes off them. Kaito is generally peaceful, but the lack of ice cream must have really gotten into him. As for Santa, he did not know what happened.
Few minutes later, he arrived into the kitchen, ran here and there for honey, maple syrup, caramel and sugar to set the mentioned sweeteners on the table. The duo sat on the seat next to each other, took out a personal spoon from their pocket and greedily savoured a spoon of honey. Kaito put the cup of ice cream, untouched ever since it was opened, on the table, without himself knowing it.
"No," said Master, staring in horror at the remains on the dining table in kitchen. "Nooooooooooo! That was manuka honey! And one container of it can cost up to 4500 yen!"
I have been planning to write this ever since two months ago when I learned of this 'Kaito's day' on pixiv, a Japanese website which is alike to deviantART. I frequently check on pixiv on this particular day for any new Kaito fanfictions.
