It was Len's first air trip, but he didn't seem to be shaken or nervous, as opposed to people who had their first trips too. He took an earlier plane and he instantly regretted it. The heck, he was even calmer than the pilot who was a very "social and outgoing" and also very "conversational person" who can't just stop yapping about altitude, wind direction and pressure, clouds and other airy stuff over the mic.

It was already one on the afternoon when Len arrived at Narita Airport. There weren't that many of people on the airport, so Len managed to slip inside it quite effortlessly. He glanced at the paper he held at his right hand, containing information about a Kaito Shion fetching him at the passengers hall. Other than the fact that the man is blue-haired, there was no way to tell apart this Shion from a barely but still human-filled airport.

Kaito was having a very busy morning. With general house cleaning the first in his day's agenda, he took the broom and started to sweep around his house.

As he was sweeping, he thought back to the day that Yuma proposed this staying-over of a random scholar boy who comes from the mountains.

"Wait, what? Keeping that boy to my care?" Kaito could have choked on any liquid, no matter how much, if he was actually drinking one.

"Yes. That's putting it quite simply," Yuma said, obviously amused by his friend's reaction. He was more or less expecting it.

"Are you crazy?! You're leaving an adolescent boy to my care, without regards to the little boy's welfare!?"

"Seriously, you're overreacting. Just let him crash at your place. Remember, he's good at housework, which I know is something you aren't fond of, and Kagamine-san is capable of doing that for you, and not just that. He also cooks for their whole place in gatherings, so it must taste good especially that the elders that my men talked to have a unanimous and positive recommendation about it. Plus, he can be company."

"I don't need a feast for my meal. And if you're worried if I get lonely, I could just hand around bars and fool around. I'm at my peak phase of adulthood, anyway."

Yuma sighed. "This is why you need a someone. You're going to screw around if no one would be looking after you, and I wouldn't want my friend to take the darker path than you have gone to before..." He trailed his voice down. Both men were silent.

"Ok, ok. I get it. He'll stay for a year?"

"More or less. He said on his application form that he just wanted the experience of the city."

Kaito just finished preparing lunch for two. Taking off his apron filled with random ice cream designs, he looked around his house. A bungalow that had been with him since after college, when he decided to separate from home, was just of average size, despite their family being a wealthy one. Standing at the counter, he could see his sala with two sofas and one low glass table. Two doors, leading to a master room and a guest room meant for people who happened to pass by the place and plans to crash for a night or month (read as idiot Yuma), adorned a wall. Looking back, he saw his kitchen and the ready-to-eat lunch for two. He spotted the door leading to his bathroom, and as he did one last overlook at his house, he was satisfied at his spotless house, which only comes once in a blue moon.

He headed down his room and fumbled around his wardrobe. Thinking of getting a good first impression, he shoved away all formal clothing and picked a plain shirt, topping it with a checkered polo, which he left open. He settled for a fitting pair of jeans, and went out the room. Looking at the clock ticking at 12:47, he had just enough time to go to the airport and fetch his housemate for 365 or so days.

It wasn't peak season of the airport, but it was still abnormally filled. Kaito had a hard time pushing himself through the thickening crowd of people coming out of the place.

Kaito tried to redraw the boy's face out of his mind, but then he realized he even forgot the boy's name. He was mad at his incoherent memory, which wasn't helping him at his current situation; if any, it was worsening everything. He ran a rough hand through his hair, slightly disheveling a 15-minute's worth of gel, but he couldn't care less about it. He'll have to trust the poor boy to yell or do something to signify it was him.

Sitting at one of the benches, Kaito decided to rest for a bit before starting to search for the boy; the plasma screen tells him that the airplane the boy was supposed to be haven't arrived at the airport. He can still enjoy the cold atmosphere of the place which was in total contrast with the outside world. Even though summer was coming to an end, the sun just can't cool down.

As Kaito was sitting there, with his arms spread out and right leg over left, he noticed that two girls were looking at him. They were talking like lovestruck teenagers. He could make out words from their mouths like "hottie," "cool," and "available." Those words were enough to tell him that they were definitely attracted to him, so he decided to do some fan service. He looked at the girls, appreciating their foreign looks first before winking one eye and flashing his million-dollar smile. He heard more screams than what he expected, then learned that another group of girls had eyes on him.

Or more like at the person behind him.

A little boy, a few meters away from him, looked troubled. Well, for one who was actually troubled, he was pretty calm, though. He was holding a piece of paper on one hand, a rather conservative baggage for someone who's come out from a plane on the other. He looked from left to right, obviously finding someone, occasionally looking on the piece of paper.

'He's a cutie,' Kaito thought. The boy looked his way, then they met gazes. The action made Kaito flinch a bit from interlocking gazes with deep ocean blue eyes, yet he focused on studying the boy's features, although all he could process was the blonde locks of hair as the boy approached him.

"Pardon me, sir, but are you, in any way, Mr. Kaito Shion?" The boy asked. He sounded a bit higher in pitch than most males, Kaito noted, so he assumed that he still hasn't gone through puberty. But Kaito had to snap out of his mental analysis and answer the boy. He stood up abruptly, slightly shocking the boy.

"Ye-yes, I am. You must be, must be..." Kaito closed one eye and put one finger on his face, running it down his cheekbone, as if to signify that he was trying to remember something. He looked hard and close at the boy, studying the boy closely. He's going to stay with him? That cute thing? Yuma must be out of his mind to let such an angel stay with him, who was a devil in any aspect.

Did I just call him an 'angel?'

The boy cut his trail of thought, which was running rather irrelevant to his original problem.

"Len. I am Kagamine Len, sir. Sorry, it was rude of me to not have introduced myself," he said, sweeping a full 90 bow.

"Oh, no, no, please don't bow. I was the one in fault, since I was the one who forgot your name," Kaito tried to lift Len's head up, but instead was entranced with the softness of the boy's yellow hair that he caressed it. He snapped out of his awe when Len lifted his head after the bow. He was shocked with the sudden touch.

Kaito flustered with what he did and said, "Oh! Sorry, sorry, I didn't know what came into me."

Len also felt a slight blush cover his face, but he just roughly shook his head. "No, it's fine."

There was one thing that was bothering Kaito, and he knew that it was the perfect moment to take away that nagging feeling and get rid of that awkward situation. "Did you come here alone? What about a parent or guardian?"

Len, as calm as ever, said, "Yes. My mother just dropped me off at the airport, after being reassured by Yuma-san. As for my father, he's already dead."

Kaito realized that the question just took a weird turn which would lead to a session of life revelations. Not really a good topic for light conversations, much less for one that occurred in the airport.

"Oh, sorry for asking such an insensitive question. It was rude of me," Kaito said, then bowing just a 45 one.
"It's fine, really," Len assured.

"So, I'll again introduce myself. I'm Kaito Shion, your new housemate! I think it was mentioned in your papers. Glad to have met you, Kagamine-san," Kaito introduced himself, holding out his right hand.

Len took the hand and shook it. "Please, call me Len. I have a twin, so I'm not really accustomed to being addressed as Kagamine. Also, it should be our first step to getting closer to each other, since I'm basically free-loading at your place."

He had a twin? How cute would that be? "Oh, if that's the case then I'll call you that. So, let's go, Len?"

There, in the highest floor of the headquarters of Voca-Sound, sat a very troubled chief executive officer, holding a piece of biodata and an obviously old newspaper in the other. Both, other than the fact that they were papers, had other similarities: the appearance of the word "Kagamine" on both sheets.
'I hope I made the right decision,'

A/N: Hurray, I updated! Gossshhh, my summer is so damn busy I can't find time to write. Now, with phones and PCs out of range for a few days, I can't get to writing right away, so please bear if the next update comes a bit late. Thanks for reading, too!

P.S. Now I understand authors wanting reviews, favorites and follows. Please show some love and give me some, too. Even saying how crappy my story is is enough. HAHAHAH