Chapter One
Miku sighs, and looks out her bedroom window. It is early morning, and no one is up yet. The only thing she sees outside is a single hummingbird, flitting to and fro. She smiles as she realizes that the little creature is almost the exact same color as her pigtails! Closing her eyes and breathing deeply, she starts singing. In her voice is the sweet sound of true love and Miku opens her teal-colored eyes, grabs onto her windowsill, and sings for the world.
On the other side of the enormous Vocaloid Mansion, Luka is covering her head with a pillow and closing her eyes tightly. This is an attempt to block out Miku's loud singing. To Luka's dismay, it isn't working very well. She can still hear her voice through the thick pink fabric. Exasperated, she rolls her eyes, stalks to her door, opens it and yells,
"MIKU, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT TIME IT IS?" Out of breath, Luka puts her hands on her hips, her rose-colored hair hanging around her face and waits for Miku to answer her. Breathing heavily, she rolls her eyes again, and holds her head. Suddenly, she spots Miku's head looking down from the top of the staircase. She's clothed in a light turquoise nightdress and the same colored slippers. As the girl makes her way down the stairs, Luka waits at the bottom, tapping her foot impatiently.
"Seriously, Miku! Since the day you came here, it has always been the same with you. Every morning, you start singing and wake up the whole house! Can't you just quiet down for once?" Feeling a bit guilty, Luka sees the ashamed look on Miku's face, and as Miku looks her in the eyes, she can't help but smile at her innocence.
"Oh Miku," sighing, Luka envelops the pigtailed girl in a warm, friendly hug, and kisses the top of her head. Miku hugs Luka tight and offers her the smallest of smiles.
"So, what time is it, really?" Miku breaks away and sits on the marble staircase. Sitting beside her, Luka answers.
"I don't know. Well, you probably woke up the whole house anyway!" Luka winks and points upstairs. "You'd better get dressed, Miku-chan. No worries, I'm on breakfast duty today." Luka heads for the kitchen after seeing Miku off. She figured she still had a bit of time to get something ready for the other Vocaloids before she had to get changed. Yawning, she enters the modern kitchen.
The Vocaloid Kitchen was probably the most high-tech kitchen for miles around. The counters were white, pink and grey granite, giving a pastel-like feel to the place. There was a small island in the middle, and the fridge and freezer to the left. The pantry was to the right of the main door while the stove and twin ovens made up the rest. Truly, it was quite a place. For Luka, it was also her haven, a spot where she could cook undisturbed. On top of that, there was also a window that lit up the whole place. Luka opened the window to let some fresh air into the stuffy kitchen. Breathing in deeply, she prepared herself for another busy day at the Vocaloid Mansion.
First, she got out the Belgian Waffle maker. Opening the pantry, there was a nail on the inside part of the door, and from there hung twelve colored aprons, judging from (usually) the color of the Vocaloid's hair. Spotting the salmon-colored one on the top, she plucked it from the nail and slammed the pantry door. Surprisingly, it closed with a muted click. Now, she thought, time to make the batter. Stretching her long fingers, Luka yawned and closed her eyes. After a moment, she snapped her eyes open and began making the batter. Before long, the aroma of freshly made waffles filled the house, from west to east side. Sniffing deeply, Luka let out a satisfied sigh. Perfect.