"Wait... what?" Len sat at his computer screen and stared in disbelief at the search results. Ever since he had come home to Master's house, every now and again he would google his name and see what popped up. At first it was curiousity. Then it became a kind of uncommon hobby. The search results that had suprised and offended him the first time had become a sort of compliment over the years.

"Master's friends are all perverts," He remembered whispering in outrage to himself the first time he came across a photoshopped image of himself, spreading his legs wide open and holding a banana in front of his crotch suggestively. Every month it seemed like there were a thousand more of these types of pictures that would pop up. Sometimes it would just be suggestive, like the banana picture. Sometimes he'd be photoshopped in with one of the other Vocaloids doing... more adult things.

Eventually he had to shake his head and laugh. "I guess this just means I'm popular," He would say to himself to explain things. Every month the number of search results returned would increase. He had even started checking out the results for the other Vocaloids in the house. "I'm not a pervert. I just want to know where I stand," He argued out loud to himself the first time he typed "Hatsune Miku" into the search engine box.

But this time the search engine results for his name were an unpleasant surprise. "What's going on? There's only a few more hits here than the last time..." His eyes widened in panic. Could it be that Vocaloids popularity was waning? What if Master grew tired of them?

In a rush, Len typed in the other Vocaloids' names into the search engine one after another, in rapid succession.

"Huh? Miku's numbers went up a lot... Rin's, too... What is going on here?" Len typed "Shion Kaito" into the box and hit search, but chuckled lightly to himself as he did so. That guy had hardly any hits. He wasn't even popular at all. Why Master brought him home in the first place was a myster-

Wait, what?

Len blinked at the number of search results. Looked again. Clicked search again.

HOLY CRAP! Why were there so many?! Len's jaw dropped and he slowly scrolled through the results. Kaito. Kaito. More Kaito. His eyes refocused on the results number again.

"There's no mistake." Len whispered in shock. Somehow, in the short time since he had searched last, Kaito was now almost tying him in popularity. "No... it's impossible. I mean, those search results are from years of people posting things about me. How can *Kaito* possibly..? In just a month?" Len sat back in his chair hard, slumped.

Slowly his hand raised up to the mouse again. 'It's not that I want to see pervy pictures of him,' Len thought to himself as he clicked the first link. 'I just want to know what's suddenly so good about him. That's all.'

...

Len was sulking at the kitchen table and surruptitiously glaring at Kaito. The blue-haired Vocaloid was oblivious to the quiet wrath directed towards him and to the dark cloud that was storming over his blonde-haired younger brother's head. Kaito had a bright, contageous smile on his face as he was enjoying a light blue ice pop.

"Kaito, is that ice cream good?" Master smiled down at Kaito and patted his head gently.

"Yes, Master, it's good," Kaito beamed back, pleased at the attention. Master glanced around at the rest of the Vocaloids seated at the table and rested his gaze on Len. "Len, I also purchased some bananas for you. You like that fruit, don't you?"

"Aa. Thank you, Master," Len replied, wrenching his dark gaze away from his older brother for a moment. Master smiled at him and Len found himself smiling back unintentionally.

"Everyone behave yourselves well today. I have an appointment. I won't be back until late, okay?" Master addressed everyone at the table. The rest of the Vocaloids nodded or murmured their agreement.

"Where are you going, Master? Is it a good appointment?" Luka asked softly.

"Ah, it's nothing for you to worry about. I am just going to meet some old friends of mine. I haven't seen them for a while." Master answered kindly, then smiled again. "Maybe I will even get some new song ideas for you while I am out."

"Oh! That would be wonderful!" Luka beamed up at Master.

"Yes, haha... well then, I'm off. Be good, all of you!" Master turned and exited to a chorus of "Bye, Master!" "Have fun with your friends!"

Len watched Master leave. When the door closed firmly behind him, his attention returned to its former occupant. Kaito. His mind almost spat out the word as he glared and watched his brother finish the ice pop with obvious enjoyment. The other Vocaloids slowly got up and left the table as they finished their own respective snacks.

"Ahh, I love ice cream! Ice, ice!" Kaito sang softly under his breath to his now-finished popsicle stick. "Vanilla, chocolate, I love them all... Ice cream is the best!"

"Bananas are better than ice cream," Len said, an edge to his voice. Annoyed by the happy-go-lucky attitude. "Anyways, how old are you? Singing about ice cream."

"Hehehe," Kaito grinned shamelessly across the table at his little brother. "How about banana ice cream? Even you would like that."

"Eh!? As if I would like something like that!" Len crossed his arms and scowled. "What's so good about ice cream, anyways? It doesn't even make sense how much you like it."

In his mind, Len was thinking slightly different words. It doesn't even make sense how much people suddenly like YOU, Kaito!

"Oh, because it's creamy, and cold, and so good! If you would try it more often you would like it too, Len," Kaito smiled gently at his little brother. "You should try it sometime, instead of always eating only bananas."

"I don't always eat only bananas! I eat other stuff too," Len replied, starting to feel more heated. It was a stupid arguement. It was stupid, he knew it, but... his irritation at Kaito was coming out in this form anyways. "Maybe you should eat some more bananas and stop always eating nothing but Haagen Daaz!"

"Oi, hey, my Haagen Daaz!" Kaito objected in dismay as Len stood up and slammed his palms against the table, making a loud sound.

"What is so good about Haagen Daaz!? All you do is sit around and eat ice cream all day! How many songs have you even sung? What's so good about a Vocaloid like you? How can you possibly be as popular as-" Len stopped short, his mouth running away from him without his permission.

"How can I be as popular as what?" Kaito asked, blue eyes suddenly looking confused. "What are you talking about, Len?"

Len's counternance darkened and his voice grew soft. "As if you don't already know. You know, don't you, but you're playing dumb. You're always playing dumb, onii-san."

"Hey, now, wait a minute," Kaito started to stand, pushing his chair back under the table as he did so. "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"You think you're more popular than me now, is that it? Well, why don't we see exactly what is so good about you? You think you can take my place?" Len took an unsteady step towards Kaito, his arms hanging limply at his side and swaying gently as he walked. One step. Two.

Kaito took an unconscious step backwards. "Hey... Len... come on..."

"Come with me," Len demanded, his voice so low it was almost a whisper. "Right now."

"Um... but..." Kaito looked at him with a troubled expression. "...Ok. Okay, Len."