It was a cold night. No, it was a hot, humid summer.
Len Kagamine was walking by, peeling his banana abnormally quickly.
Of course, this was Len Kagamine. He could peel bananas like a monkey.
Unfortunately, he had the reflexes of a monkey. Not that he was a monkey.
He couldn't have seen the big red ball heading his way. This was his excuse for later: "I was peeling my banana!"
He turned his head.
It hit him in the face.
Len fancied thinking that he had been blown into the Pacific Ocean. Luckily, this was not the case.
His head was buried in a bucket full of sake bottles, ice and tuna. Why anybody would put sake bottles, ice and tuna in one same bucket escaped him.
He stood up, caught the bottles, stuffed them back in the bucket, and, as the tuna rained down, caught every one. Nothing could be done about the ice.
He hastily shook his short blonde hair.
Enter Hatsune Miku.
"Morning, Len!"
"Morning, Miku-chan."
"It's really hot out today, don't you think?"
"Hai."
. . .
"Well?"
"Well, what, Len?"
"Onee-chan, you're supposed to apologize."
"Why?"
"It's not nice to hit me with a ball and just walk off, one-chan."
. . .
"Hm."
"Say go."
"Go."
"Men."
"Men."
"Gomen."
"Gomen."
"See, one-chan? That was an apology!"
"I think this is a better apology."
And in that second, Len finally realized how close Miku's face was to his.
He closed his eyes and leaned forward.
That day, Miku hit him with a ball, kissed him, and walked off.
Not very rude.