What About Now?: chapter 1
So. First posted fanfiction in the history of me. I hope you guys like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Vocaloid. Vocaloid is property of Crypton, I just use them to fulfill my twisted ideas XD
This will eventually involve much trappiness. Not yet though :P
Enjoy~
Len yawned. He really needed a banana. But the bed was so warm... And Piko would undoubtedly be downstairs, which means Len would have to help Piko drag Dell from his work-induced coma and force something down his throat so he wouldn't starve. And then maybe Mikuo would be there, giggling all the time... What time was it anyway..?
9:42.
"Holy crap, I'm gonna be late!" Len cried. He forced on a new shirt and shorts before jumping off the top of the stairs and landing on an unfortunate Piko who happened to be walking past.
"Hah!" Len sprinted off to the kitchen to grab a piece of toast and a banana before running out the door to catch the bus to work. Piko watched the blonde shota run off to catch his bus before mourning the remains of his breakfast, which was now covering the floor and his shirt. Piko sighed, then cleaned up the mess and fetched a slice of toast, spread some butter on it, ate it, made another, then walked up to Dell's room and knocked on the solid white door.
"Dell, you alive?"
A loud snore answered his question.
Piko groaned and pushed the door open. The room was dark, stank of cigarette smoke and had a sleeping Dell in the far corner. An open laptop with Piko emptied the overflowing ashtray, turned on the air filter, and threw open the curtains, which served to bring back a certain workaholic smoker back from the dead.
"Mikuo! Shut the light off!" yelled Dell, covering his eyes.
Piko raised his eyebrows, then shrugged and stuffed the toast in his hand into Dell's screaming mouth. Dell munched like a good boy and Piko left.
He was bored. Piko's eyes lost focus as he stared passively at the ceiling, watching the fan go around and around and around and around. Why do you have to work on a Sunday, Len? He wondered. It's boring without you. The phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hi, is this Piko?" Shoot, if this was another fangirl...
"Speaking."
"Oh, hey Piko! It's Miku! There's a free spot on the cafe staff, do you want it?"
"Really?"
"Well, I wouldn't call you if there wasn't! So yes or no? If you don't want it, there's always someone that's a bit more desperate..."
Piko cringed. Okay. So he was just a teenybit desperate for a job. Come on, who would hire a little boy who looked like he was 14 and had a USB for a tail?
"Fine, I'll take it. Just don't destroy my clothes like last time."
Miku squealed. "Yaaaaay~! See you tomorrow then~" she hung up.
Piko sighed and leaned against the wall, his breakfast-stained shirt crumpling around his tummy.
Sure, he needed a job. But this was Miku.
Piko groaned once more and changed his shirt, then went to wake up Mikuo.
You see, Piko was piggybacking off Len, Dell and Mikuo until he could find a job. At least that was the original plan. Now Piko had generally accepted that he was going to have to live here for a while and settled himself in, becoming more or less the housemaid while everyone else worked. Now that he had a job, did that mean he had to move out?
"You can stay, Piko. Don't worry, it's the least we can do after you cleaning up after everyone around here."
Piko whirled around, looking into the chest of Mikuo, the brother of his aforementioned crazy leek-loving friend and one of Piko's best friends, who was smiling kindly and proceeded to pick Piko up, hoist him up to his shoulders and start walking.
"Always taking care of our kids..." whispered Mikuo, causing Piko to blush crimson. At 16, Piko was hardly a kid. But compared to Mikuo (21) and Dell (22), he was pretty much the child of the family, with Len as his brother.
Piko smiled widely. "I got a job Mikuo! Now I don't have to play housemaid anymore!"
Mikuo poked him. "But you looked so cute in that outfit..."
Piko blushed. "Do I look good as a maid?"
Mikuo smiled. "Yes, you do. Now get ready, we're meeting up with Miki and Haku later today, remember?"
"Is Dell coming?"
"I think so."
Piko sighed and went to his room, turned on the computer and plugged himself in.
Len walked through the door, which responded with a jingle. "Luka-san," he called, "I'm here."
"Len-chan, hurry up and get changed!"
"I love you too Luka-san."
Len headed to the back, and picked up the outfit for the day. Len sighed. He never should have taken this job, but apparently he was the "best suited" for this, so he took it. Nobody told him it meant being a turning into a girl!
"Len-chan, hurry up! The customers are going to be waiting! And you know how mad Luka-san gets when we're late."
"Wah!" Len cried and stripped off his regular clothes so he could replace them with his work clothes, which today comprised of a sailor fuku with a cherry red skirt and kerchief. Thigh-high white stockings and twin ribbons in his hair completed the transformation. Len gave a twirl for the mirror, and paused. "Stupid bra..." he muttered, fiddling with the straps before he was satisfied, and sauntered out to the main cafe to serve his guests.
Luka knew she should reprimand Len on is near-lateness, but she could let it slide this time. At least he isn't an hour late like last time. She chuckled. Now, Friday... What should I do...
Miku was happy. She filled out the open spot on staff (with a cute boy, no less) and on top of that, he would be legal in a few months! As she bounced from table to table serving the regulars, she noticed Luka in her office, most likely pondering on some boring grown-up matter. But just to make sure...
"Luka-san-"
"Just Luka, Miku."
Miku pouted. "But just calling you Luka would imply us being really close, and I don't want anybody getting the wrong idea."
Luka smiled slyly. "Okay then, Miku-chan. What's bothering you?"
"What are you thinking about?" Miku blurted out. She covered her mouth, embarrassed that she had the mind to use such a rough manner of speaking with her sempai.
Luka gave the tealette the same sly grin. She brought her hand up to stroke Miku's cheek. "Whatever happens on Friday nights, Miku-chan..."
Miku's face turned a strawberry red as she felt Luka's fingertips stroke her face. Oh, how she wished for closing time already...
"Miku-san, your customers are waiting! And Luka-san, I'm leaving now~"
Both women shot a glance at the door, only catching the end of a bouncing ahoge leaving towards the main room. Luka sighed, and gave Miku a quick kiss on the forehead. "Back to work, Miku-chan. See you tonight~" she winked.
Miku pouted, and then stomped back to the cafe.
Piko squealed as he fell to the ground, landing with a thump on the soft grass. "Piko-tan, I laaaav you~"
"I love you too Miki. Now can I get up..?"
"Okaay~"
It was a really nice day at the park; sunny, with a warm breeze going through the sakura trees and enough people without the overcrowded feeling. It also happened to be near a series of small shops that always emanated the scents of fresh pastries and chopped herbs. In short, it was almost because Mikuo got a call from his boss and had to go and work, so he couldn't come.
Miki laid down on Piko's lap, ignoring the slight blush forming on the snowy-haired boy's face. "Piko-tan~ she lazily drawled, "Can I have a kiss?"
Piko's blush deepened. "But Miki-chan... We're in public... Can you wait?"
Miki pouted, then rose up and captured her boyfriend's lips for a good five seconds.
Piko died.
At least his brain did. His face was as red as his girlfriend's hair.
"Piko-tan? Wakey wakey..."
Piko yelped as he was jolted out of his broken trance by the feeling of a crushing force around his torso. "M-miki-chan..?"
"Yay, he woke up~" Miki sang. After Piko sat up, he noticed Haku and Dell were behind her. The former had a horrified expression while the latter looked like he could barely keep from laughing.
"What's so funny?" Piko already knew though, as far as the heat on his cheeks could tell him.
Dell started to laugh.
Haku turned red and buried her face into her boyfriend's arm.
Miki sprang up, tackling Piko again. "You fell asleep! Want to continue where we left off?" she winked at him.
Piko turned red again, desperately signaling Dell for something, anythingto help his from his predicament.
Dell shrugged.
Piko felt a streak of betrayal before he blacked out again.
Len sighed and stretched his arms wide, feeling his muscles relax after holding a tray against his chest for the last four hours. Break was probably the best part of the day for him; no customers to serve, no plates to balance, no need to look out for perverts trying to look up his skirt. Just him, the couch, and acting like a cute girl. At least until Friday...his runaway mind thought. He shivered a little from excitement, anticipation and nervousness.
"Lenny-chan, your break is over!" His train of thought was broken by Luka's voice calling to him, invading is little bubble of thought. He pouted and stood up off the couch, his shoulder-length hair floating behind him as he marched to Luka's office.
"Luka-san, what is going on Friday?" asked Len as he poked his head through the doorway.
Luka looked up from the copious amounts of paper that littered her desk. In actuality, very little of it was real paperwork; they were mostly ideas and designs for costumes and outfits for every single theme or occasion that might happen across her mind.
Luka grinned. "It's a fancy- dress love theme, Len. You're going to have a darker motif, since your hair can contrast well. It also has lots of ruffles and stitched so that it contours perfectly-"
"Luka-san, you're getting too technical again." Len interrupted.
Luka froze, then cleared her throat. "As I was saying, it's going to be beautiful. Make sure you show 'em what you can do, Lenny-chan~" she winked.
Len stuck his tongue out in a very shota-like manner. "Sure, Luka-san. Can you show me what I'll wear after I'm done my shift?"
"Of course, Lenny-chan."
Len smiled, then proceeded to finish the rest of his shift.
Meanwhile...
"Really, Dell. You had to go ahead and eat allof the food I packed, didn't you?" Piko said in an exasperated tone and he stared disbelievingly at his friend, empty basket at his arm. Miki had his other arm in a death grip, the first sign of her madness coming through when she didn't get her share of cherries. Luckily, there were a few cafes that sold fruit pastries that were close to the park that they were at, so Piko's arm wouldn't have to be amputated en route back to his house. Or would be, if the stupid traffic light would turn green…
"That one." Miki muttered under her breath, pointing to a small, cheery cafe. "Go to that one. They have cherry something."
Piko decided it was probably better to follow his girlfriend's fruit-tracking instincts at this point, and (with the light conveniently green) quickly walked towards the shop and pushed the door open.
At that moment, Len happened to be bidding farewell to a couple of regular customers when he saw his housemates and their girlfriends pushing their way through the front door.
"Oh, crap."
Firstly, Piko. And Dell. Oh kami, how did they find this place?
Second, Miki looked like she was about to go super saiyan on the first thing that touched her (excluding Piko).
Len quickly analyzed the threat, and dealt with it quickly.
He ducked behind the counter and dashed out with a cherry danish in his hand, which he promptly stuffed into Miki's mouth. "Eat." he commanded, his voice an octave and a half higher. Kami help me, I sound like Rin..he mentally facepalmed.
Piko was at a loss. On one hand, he wanted to hit this waitress for doing something so rough and imprudent to his girlfriend.
On the other hand, she saved his arm from a gristly, bloody doom.
Both boy's mental conflicts were suddenly interrupted by Miki breaking into a huge grin and glomping her boyfriend.
"Yay Piko! Now can we stay? I'm hungry..."
I feel like I've failed somehow with this story T.T but I hope you guys liked it. Ch.2 in the works! :3