"Hands of time"
Multi-Chapter
Vocaloid
Author's note: Hey guys! I finally made a return to fanfiction, bahaha. This should be interesting.
Kaito watched the sun rise that morning as always. His apartment was filled with people he knew, so he practically dreaded getting up in the early hours of the day (which was funny because he was often the loudest and most rambunctious). As he ruffled his blue hair and carelessly let out a loud yawn, he found himself standing in front of his mirror. What bothered him was in fact not his appearance - it was the empty container of strawberry ice cream sitting by the foot of his night stand behind him.
While he had been watching TV that night (K-dramas, but he doesn't like to say that), he finished the last carton of ice cream he had won in a bet against Len. Strange how quickly 10 gallons of that delectable desert can disappear in less than a day.
"I should get more while everyone is out." Kaito muttered under his breath, silently putting on a pair of jeans and his t-shirt of the week.
Since Meiko had forced him into a diet, no one in the complex allowed him anywhere near an ice cream vendor, freezer, or Len, who just so happened to have purchased another 10 gallons to rub it in.
Kaito muttered a colorful slew of words about his blonde companion before closing the door behind him and walking down the stairs, two by two. The sound of a vending machine plunking out sodas echoed through the 1st floor hallways, and Kaito began his trek down the sidewalk.
He hummed along, stopping to greet his neighbors and walking faster near the creepier ones. In his haste, he had forgotten his keys, but decided that was a problem to be dealt with later.
There was one place none of his friends had ever even heard of: it was the park a few blocks down that was claimed to be haunted. Naturally, everyone he knew didn't particularly want to travel the road there, so detours were often made. But one night when Kaito had ventured there by accident, he discovered his newest best friend: the ice cream vendor Rico, who sold some of the best ice cream in the city. He chose the location because he wanted to see what brave souls would venture there, and that only those people deserved to taste his legendary delicacies (Kaito didn't disagree with this, of course).
He would only come monthly to prevent Meiko from noticing, and today was his day. Nothing could stop him from reaching his cup of strawberry swirl sorbet.
It was pure luck that nothing did. Kaito reached the park safely, making the swift climb up the brick wall and jumping safely on to the grass on the other side. It was a beautiful and sunny day, with birds singing in the trees. He had never bothered asking why the place was thought to be haunted, but then again didn't want to know.
Rico waved him over, scooping up the traditional strawberry swirl that Kaito so greatly revered.
Kaito smiled as Rico handed him the cup and stuck a spoon in it. But just as he was about to take a bite, Rico stopped him.
"What is it?" Kaito questioned, looking up and smashing the top of the perfect swirl idly.
"I have something to give you. But don't tell anyone, alright?" Rico said quietly, reaching into a compartment on the side of his stand.
It was a perfectly preserved, crystalline stopwatch.
If Kaito had only known what would happen, he would have declined Rico's offer...