By the way, in this story, the chapters are not really in chronological order. And though this two chapters are related to my other story, some chapters in future may not be related, since I'm writing for more Kaito stories and not planning for series. You have been warned.

Also, the Traffic Light staff is a magical staff that belongs to Master.

Consoling Kaito

"Hello people. I'm back," exclaimed Master as she wiped her hands, her Traffic Light staff following behind her with its hairy legs. She turned around on the way to sofa to moonwalk until she sat between Kyle and Kaito, who were in a dark mood.

Kyle ignored the fact that she did not need to say 'I'm back' as she had just arrived to the living room they were in. The Traffic Light jumped into her hand in its original staff mode, legs disappearing. Master, rather disappointed to find them looking like zombies, snapped her fingers of right hand, and when it failed to produce a sound she used her left hand. It still did not catch their attention.

Shrugging, she looked at Kyle who had a grave look and peeked into Kaito's face, whose eyes were slightly watery. Her gaze dropped to a smear on his coat.

"What happe- "

"Don't say it!" hissed Kyle quickly, but it was too late as tears began to fall freely down Kaito's chin. He reached for the tissue box beside him only to find it already empty. Master sacrificed her hankerchief to him in apology and with regret. Of course it was about his ice cream.

The air was now as heavy as Namine Ritsu. With awkward feeling, Master watched Kaito wiped tears after tears, hoping he will not forget to put it into the washing machine, as she did not had the heart to tell him not to leave it lying around. It was a good thing the texture of cloth was like towel, though it still seem to be used up anytime soon.

Kyle, on the other hand, was frustrated at Kaito for crying again and angry at Master for triggering his breakdown. Who knows how long it will take for him to recover. He also could not understand why Kaito had the guts to bawl in front of others. Kaiko had the same reaction when an ice cream dropped off the cone and melted, so he had the vague feeling of how the residents of mansion were like, based on his experience living in the world of vocaloids and thanks to the twin's overall introduction of the virtual singers.

"Master, do something," growled Kyle, scowling at her.

"What?" said Master with a nervous gulp.

"You're supposed to be their Master," added Kyle, tired of listening to his counterpart bawling.

That put her in a hard position. She nodded, slightly unhappy at her responsibility but Kyle had a very good point.

She patted Kaito's head and said, "No worries, no worries."

She received a disapproving look from Kyle, as he continued crying. Both of them knew these cheap words will not have any effect on him. However, it was hard enough to think of comforting words, and simply saying 'It'll be alright' probably will not work, either.

Curse this, thought Master, shall I say that?

Ignoring Kyle's aghast, tired look, she stayed silent for few minutes before she spoke, giving up. In this case, she had no other choice.

She put his hand on his shoulder, patting. It was a habit. "I haven't told you this before, since I just came to live here few days ago, but you see, my favourite song by you, Kaito, is Mind Scientist and Sekihi no Uta."

"Say it more louder." Master gave him an annoyed look before repeating, "Kaito, your songs that I like are Mind Scientist and Sekihi no uta, currently."

It was rather embarrassing to say it, but she was relieved when Kyle gave a thumbs up.

For Kyle, it was something he could not have said, as he had only watched the twins' and Miku's songs. He still could not find time and a quiet place to watch videos.

Anyway, that had successfully caught the weeping man's attention. Still sniffing, he gazed up into her face longingly as if begging for her to continue. Scratching her head, she shifted her gaze to Kyle, who she found looking at her excitedly.

"Kaito's songs are mostly bad, but that makes songs that are sung beautifully by him nearly priceless." Both Kyle and Master felt their heart grow cold when he flinched at the beginning phrase, but thankfully the tears started to reduce to sobbing and he looked slightly better. He blew his nose on the hankerchief.

So Master's tissue she had not even opened was gone to him. Chiding herself for not consoling him faster, she patted his shoulder, considering the next options.

"You're doing great," whispered Kyle, choosing the right moment to say it. Glancing at him gratefully, she found him unlocking an iPhone and lowering his voice so as not to disturb Kaito, saying "I'm going to call Kaiko." She nodded.

Kyle was also chiding himself for not thinking of this earlier.

At lost at what to do, Master ran her hand through Kaito's blue hair, her eyes following Kyle as he went to a corner of room to contact the genderbend.

"Hi Kyle! What do you want?" exclaimed a cheerful Kaiko, with Akaito arguing with Taito in the background noise.

"Kaito is crying and his ice cream stock is empty."

"Then what about-"

Kyle cut off her sentence. "Even modules' ice cream is gone. Maito stole theirs."

The modules were robot series from the Cryptonloids' game Project Diva.

"That's an unforgivable capital crime. Where's Crypton family?"

"Shopping." It had been three hours since they went, and they were probably stuck trying to find the exit.

"Wait, hold on. What? Akaito." Kaiko can be heard yelling as she pulled away from her phone. "It's Kyle, and Kaito needs ice cream."

Kyle waited for a while, containing his frustration at the interruption, taking a glance at how Master was doing. Kaito was still sobbing, but it had neither gotten worst nor better. He heard Kaiko give a yelp, and Akaito's voice came, "Tell him to convert to spice."

"Give Kaiko my regards for at least trying to help." He realized that even the Shion family probably did not know how to stop him from crying. Cutting of the connection, he shook his head for Master to see.

She looked crestfallen. Biting back an urge to swear, she decided what she should and will say.

"Kaito, so what I meant to say is, I think the first generation vocaloids are more respective than Vocaloid 3. Even though it's an old technology, people still manage to make you sing so human in Mind Scientist. In fact, the other day I found IA singing Bad Apple horribly, no offense to her. I mean, Vocaloid 3 is great, but looking at Mind Scientist, it reminds you that it still depends on the user's skills. Out of all the new vocaloids, IA was the only one successful enough to appear in vocaloid ranking frequently."

It was working more perfectly than he had hoped for. He stared at her in encouragement. Kaito, paying more attention, had stopped crying. On the other hand, Master looked panicky.

"Master?"

"Hmm?" replied Master, still searching her mind for something to say, hoping like that Kaito will not use up her tissue packet to the point she will have to give him her expensive one she saved deep in her pocket. Perhaps what he needed was a bath towel. "Yes, Kyle?"

"It's Kaito."

"Oh, you two sound exactly the sa- WHAT!" yelped Master, to find the blue eyes staring into her.

"MAAAAASTER!" wailed Kaito, terrifying both of them that he will start crying again.

Both of them confirmed that he had been delivered from depression. However, before they can relax, Kaito hugged Master.

"Thank you, Master."

She wondered if she should just put down the forgotten Traffic Light and hug him back. All the words she had said were confessions of why she respected the first generation. "There, there."

I repeat; I did not intended this to be MasxKai. And no offense to IA. Really.