Rainbows
Disclaimer & Author's Note: I do not own Vocaloid or any and all official/fan-made characters. The official Vocaloids known are created by the companies of Yamaha, Zero-G Ltd., Crypton Future Media, PowerFX, INTERNET Co.,Ltd., AH-Software, Ecapsule, and Sony Music Entertainment. I also do not own any fan-made Vocaloids or UTAUs, or any Vocaloids that have been accepted by Crypton Future Media. I however only own my two Vocaloid fan-mades, Ishtal Sekai/Rin, and myself if I ever insert myself as the "MASTER".
This story is one heck of a quick oneshot... it's basically pointless humor, but if you don't like Kaito abuse (even fi minor) don't read. Otherwise, hope this makes you LMAO. :D
"Mom, what's rainbow coming?" a young and innocent six year old Len asked his mother, Miku.
Miku's knife chops too hard and embeds a bit into the cutting board.
"Len, sweetie, where did you hear that?" she asked, making sure the knife was set down firmly onto the counter.
"Daddy said he was coming rainbow buckets... while on the computer," Len replied.
Miku then smiled. "It's nothing to concern yourself with. Dinner will be ready soon so why don't you tell your sister, and you both go wash up, okay?"
"Sure mommy!"
Off he runs, while Miku left the room through the opposite door, a rolling pin held in her hand.
Later at dinner...
"Mom, where's dad at?" Rin questions.
"Oh, your dad wasn't feeling well so he's resting in bed," she replied innocently, "I'm saving him a plate for when he's feeling better. After dinner, you're both going to take your baths, alright?"
"Okay mom," Len and Rin reply with smiles.
Her children continue to eat their chicken and rice with half-split potatoes. And Miku just smiles and eats her own dinner, while reminding herself to buy a new rolling pin. In the garage, Kaito was laying on his and Miku's old bed before they bought a new mattress a year ago. It was cold and drafty in that garage. Plus, of all nights, it had to storm tonight. All he had for his pain was the heavy crack of a broken roller pin to the noggin, a small blanket so he wouldn't catch a cold for his night in the garage listening to the pitter-patter of rain, the claps of thunder, and a warning from his beloved wife: no more internet meme words mentioned in the house.
But it wasn't his fault... how was he supposed to know his son was standing there when he said it on his headset?
He blamed the Nyan Cat game modeled after Robot Unicorn Attack...