~3NOTE TO READERS: Some things are going to be changed within my story, but the characters will remain original. They will be writing songs though which are presently written and produced at this time. J It just makes it a better story, okay? Thank you for reading…S H O U N E N - A I / Y A O I WARNING!3 ~
'Damn it…here comes the rain again…,' Gakupo thought to himself, staring intently with a glare at the grey-cloud-laden sky. Since he had long purple hair, it always became extremely frizzy when it rained. Not only that, but the rain made him gloomy and depressed. Some of the best songs he wrote were because of the rain-the depressing and beautiful ones anyways. Maybe the rain wasn't so bad after all…the blue rain…
Gakupo hurried home to the manor in which the other original Vocaloids lived. Each Vocaloid had their own room, but they all lived within the same space. Sometimes it became a nuisance to him, but he didn't mind as long as they knew where to draw the line and just leave him alone. It wasn't often though that Gakupo needed to ask to be alone because the other Vocaloids were usually busy with recording and shopping, or just having fun without asking him. They thought that since Gakupo was the "loner" of the household, that he wouldn't enjoy their activities as much as they did. Oh how they were wrong…sometimes, Gakupo's feelings even got hurt, but he never would say anything to them about it.
As he entered the door, he got a sudden aroma of spaghetti and breaded eggplant…like the kind he often had at Olive Garden…but the home-made version that the Vocaloids so kindly made him was ten times better than any restaurant's version of it. A smile spread across his lips and he shut his eyes, taking his boots off quickly to hurry to the kitchen and see who was making it. The quality and taste of the dish depended on who was making it. If it was one of the Kagamine twins, then it was bound to be disgusting because they could never agree on anything, like how much garlic to put, parmesan cheese or no parmesan cheese, or even the brand of spaghetti sauce. But if it was one of the girls making it, it was bound to make him happy. Naturally, the women of the Vocaloid manor absolutely could cook fantastically.
He entered the kitchen quickly and skidded to an almost halt, shocked. "Kaito? I thought…you didn't know how to cook…!" What a shocker! Gakupo had surely thought it was little Miss Miku making the dish because of the scent-in which whoever made it had individual, yet different scents, oddly.
Kaito looked back at Gakupo, a white apron around his waist. "Of course I do…the girls taught me a while back, and…I wanted to try it out, so…I'm attempting your favorite dish…is…that okay Gakupo-sama?" He smiled only slightly, his eyes intently staring into Gakupo's.
"O-…of course…I mean, yes…and you don't have to use such formals with me…I'm not at any higher rank than anyone else in the household Kaito-kun. Okay?" Just to make sure, Gakupo got a fork out of the drawer by the sink and poked at a breaded eggplant and got some pasta and sauce, then brought it to his lips and tried it. He thoroughly tasted it in his mouth and paused. It was…the best yet that any of the other Vocaloids had attempted to make.
Happy with the results, Gakupo got a plate and attempted to scoop some out of the pan, ravenous from his trip that day, but Kaito smacked his hand and laughed. "No! It has five more minutes, plus I have to put more parmesan in it. Eat a garlic breadstick, okay?," Kaito smiled, shutting his eyes. Such a great smile…such perfect, white teeth… "Alright…but…serve me first please, okay? I am so ravenous." Gakupo looked sadly at the floor and went into the dining room where the other Vocaloids were sitting and chatting quietly, snacking on breadsticks and wine. Though most of the Vocaloids were still teenagers, and even kids, Gakupo let them have wine when they had pasta, pizza, and really fancy dinners. Tonight just happened to be a wine night, so everyone had a glass of wine, except Kaito. Why?
The purple-haired samurai Vocaloid sat in one of the two empty seats next to one another and put his napkin in his lap like a lady, though he surely was not, and awaited Kaito to serve them. Miku smiled and hugged Gakupo. "Gakupo-aniki, can we have a duet soon? I usually duet with Kaito, but…I'm so tired of it! He complains that only I duet with him, and he suggest we try other Vocaloids in duets, so…will you? Please? We can do one of your songs! And…and I'll be good! I promise…" Poor Miku…she was annoyingly cute, so Gakupo couldn't deny her. He smiled slightly and nodded. "Yes…I will get to writing a song very soon, okay? You do know my style of singing, do you not? Very serious…and beautiful, or as Kaito has told me…" He remembered perfectly the first day he had sang in the studio for his first single…and Kaito had said that his voice was like the spring wind with butterflies beautifully littering the sky…purple butterflies…and now Gakupo imagined one blue butterfly amongst the many purple ones. What could it mean?
Soon, Kaito came out and scooped everyone a good serving of the breaded eggplant and spaghetti onto everyone's plates, but gave himself quite a bit less. Why was that? Only being curious, Gakupo tapped Kaito's plate and looked at him as he sat down. "Why do you have less than us?" Kaito smiled to himself, though it seemed sad. "I'm on a diet…people…have been saying in my photos and PV's, I look…fat…."
'But you look amazingly skinny…and just…amazing…'Gakupo thought, staring blankly at the sad expression in Kaito's eyes. He shook himself out of the trance and looked at his plate. "Eat up everyone…enjoy the dinner I have prepared!" Kaito smiled at everyone and bowed his head to each of the members, then began to eat. Gakupo slowly ate, but quickly began to quicken his pace as soon as he noticed exactly how good the dinner was and how hungry he really was. Maybe Kaito wasn't so bad after all…