The Beginning

"Miku, take out the trash!"

"Coming," Miku mumbled.

"That's the fifth time you've said that," Kaito snapped, entering her room. "What are you doing in here?"

"I got a new game, and it's super addicting," Miku replied, not looking at the older Vocaloid.

"Well, you can come back to it when you've taken out the trash." Kaito leaned over Miku and clicked off her iPod. She glared at him and sat up on her bed.

Len had been skateboarding outside and caught up with Miku as she deposited the bag in the garbage can. "Hey, what's up?"

"Kaito made me take out the trash," she answered. "I just downloaded a new game, too."

"Oh?" Len jumped with the skateboard and halted beside Miku. "What kind of game?"

"A fun game," Miku told him evasively. "It's where stuff flies up in the air and you have to slice it, but don't hit the bombs."

That seemed to satisfy Len. "Okay, cool. See ya."

Miku headed back inside and went to her room. Her iPod was not on her pillow where she had left it. She checked the iPod dock and, finding it empty, decided to blame Kaito.

She stormed into the kitchen where Kaito was having a snack. "Kaito!" she shouted.

Kaito licked the chocolate off his lips. "Did you take out the trash?"

"Yes, and now my iPod's gone. Did you take it?"

He looked at her, blue eyes wide. "No," he answered. "You threw it on your pillow, and I got hungry after you left, so I got some ice cream."

"Did anyone go in my room?" Miku turned on the sink to wash her hands.

"Gakupo," Kaito said around a mouthful of ice cream. Miku hurriedly finished and ran down the hall to Gakupo's room.

"Gackpoid!" she hollered, bursting into the room. "Where's my iPod?"

Gakupo looked up from meditating. "I'm sorry," he apologized, "I took it. I was wondering what had taken up your attention these past hours. I see my assumption was correct."

"Stop it with the big words," Miku snapped, snatching her iPod from Gakupo's lap. "I almost beat my high score on Fruit Ninja."

Gakupo blinked slowly. "Ah, that reminds me of what I was contemplating. You see, slicing fruit is a much less dangerous way to practice my skills. I tried out this game, and unfortunately finger exercises are not one of my strengths, nor do I feel that it must be. You could get a cramp, which would be terribly uncomfortable. See, when you use your whole body to slice, the ache that follows is almost soothing, a measure of the growth your muscles have been achieving."

"Honestly!" Miku sighed. "What do you do in your spare time, read the dictionary?"

"Ah, no."

"That was a question that didn't have to be answered."

"You mean a rhetorical question," Gakupo pointed out.

"Shut up."

"I won't until you leave."

"Do you know how annoying you are?"

"I'm annoying when annoying people annoy me."

"That makes no sense."

"It makes sense to me."

"You talk too much."

"You keep talking back to me," Gakupo noted.

"I'm leaving!"

"Good riddance."

"Hey!"

"It's true."

Miku decided not to take further offense and simply scoffed, tossing her hair and closing the door with a dramatic bang.

Gakupo settled back down, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. I'm out of practice, he reflected. And this is a perfect way to hone my skills without much labor or expenses. I think I've finally discovered an opportunity!

Ha. Funny. This greatly amused me, particularly the out-of-character-ness of wordy Gakupo and cranky Miku. The dialogue is funny to imagine. Please review! Oh, and a few stuff. I'd love to see this cosplayed…! And does the genre Drama work? I wasn't sure.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except this story. Fruit Ninja belongs to Halfbrick Studios. The iPod belongs to Apple. And Vocaloids belong to their respective companies.

Gakupo: Please humor the author with a pleasant, encouraging review.
Miku: In other words…PLEASE REVIEW!