A/N: well, here it is, Chapter two! It took a while due to a spontaneous cold and a bit of writer's block, but nonetheless it's here. :D I would also like to give a special thank you to those who followed, faved, and reviewed my story, you have no idea how happy that made me! And now lastly but certainly not least, here's a thank you to miss Moonhawk 88903 for editing this :D
CH2: Len's curiosity
Len was frozen in place as the newest edition to their unusual family fainted. Lucky for him though, Gackupo was standing behind him so that when he fell his limp body didn't become best friends with the cold marble floor below his feet.
"What's going on here?" shouted someone from the rear of the crowd. That same someone pushed herself through the group with more force than was really necessary.
"Ok, who's the cute sailor boy and why is he dead?" she demanded.
At that moment, Len stepped forward. "He's the new Engloid, and he's not dead, we all just… err... Frightened him…" he explained.
Len had to suppress a small laugh as a look of pure shock crossed the bossy girl's face. "Oh my gosh, I completely forgot he was coming today! WHY DIDN'T ANYONE REMIND ME!" she shouted as she wildly flailed her arms.
The crowd immediately began to dissolve, and a few murmurs of "sorry Master" could be heard.
The Master sighed in frustration. "Gackupo, take the boy to his room. I'll talk to him once he wakes up," she ordered. Gackupo nodded curtly in response, scooping Oliver into his arms and beginning to carry him up the large staircase.
The Master watched as the Vocaloids disappeared into different rooms until only Len remained.
Two sets of blue eyes locked, and a smile broke out across the Master's face; it was obvious that she was plotting something.
"Len," she began, "can I trust you enough to get the new boy's things and bring them to his room?"
Len nodded. "Certainly," he replied.
"Good. Freddie should have already moved it from the limo to the porch, so it will save you a bit of a walk," she informed Len, before turning and leaving.
Len groaned as he lugged the navy blue suit case up the winding staircase that never seemed to end. "This place really needs an elevator," he grumbled in annoyance. He had already dragged two smaller bags and a cage with a small yellow bird in it up to the second floor of the mansion, and now he was stuck with a bag that, judging by its weight, was filled with rocks.
He sighed in relief when he finally reached the second floor. Now the task was to haul the bags to Oliver's room... which just so happened to be at the very end of the hallway.
But it appeared that lady luck was smiling upon him for once, because all three of the heavy bags had wheels.
Upon reaching Oliver's room, his muscles were screaming in agony from the extra strain from pulling the bags up the stairs. Before entering the room however, Len smoothed down his rumpled clothes and knocked on the door.
He was expecting to see the shy Brit open the door, and then he'd finally get an opportunity to get to know him...! But instead Len was met with silence.
"He must still be unconscious," he thought, and so he let himself into the room.
The room itself was pre-painted a rich navy blue color in accordance with Oliver's jacket, with golden yellow trim and carpet to match. In the back of the room between two windows was a queen sized bed with Oliver himself splayed out across the middle.
Len dragged the bag across the plush carpet to the back wall, then walked softly to Oliver's side.
He really was cute, and now that Len was up close he noticed that Oliver had unusually long eyelashes, and that his pale skin was dusted with a light permanent blush. The Brit looked so at rest that at first glance one would think that he was a corpse that had been lain out on the bed for a final viewing before being properly put to rest.
Once again, Len's curiosity about what was hidden under the bandages arose. "I'll just take a quick peak, then I'll put them back," Len thought to himself.
He slowly stretched his slightly shaking hand and touched the cool pale skin just below where Oliver's left eye would be.
Len gently slid his fingers under the bandage, and just as he was about to remove it, Oliver's golden eye shot open.
Oliver let out a girlish scream, causing the other boy to jump back. Oliver pressed himself against the headboard of his bed and began to throw any nearby object at the intruding Vocaloid.
Len put his hands up in defense as a few pillows were thrown at him. "Wait a second! I just wanted to ta- AACK!" Len was cut off when Oliver's backpack from beside the bed was chucked at him, successfully knocking the wind out of him.
"WANKER!" Oliver yelped as he readied another object to be thrown. "WHO ARE YOU AND WHY WERE YOU MOLESTING MY FACE?"
"I'm Len Kagamine, and I wasn't molesting your face!" Len said.
Oliver tossed another pillow. "If you weren't molesting my face then what would you call it, you bloody wanker!" the sailor-slash-choir boy argued.
"I was simply touching your face to… uh… make sure you were ok! You did faint after all." Len shot back.
Oliver lowered the pillow he was planning to throw, "You were?" he asked, tilting his head to one side in an unwittingly adorable fashion.
"Yeah," Len replied simply, picking himself up. Oliver glared at him as he approached the bedside.
"You know I didn't have to check on you, I could have just brought up your bags and left," Len said as he handed the pillows and the backpack to Oliver.
The gesture of kindness made the Brit become flustered; he buried his face into the pillow he was holding and muttered what could only be assumed as a "thank you."
"Well I see you two are getting along."
Both boys jumped at the voice and turned to face the door, where the Master was standing with a gentle smile on her face.
She chuckled and stepped further into the room, "I just thought I'd let you boys know that dinner will be served at 5:00 exactly, and also that today's recording session will be postponed until tomorrow morning at 8:00. That should give you, Oliver, enough time to get used to the layout of the mansion," she informed the young vocalists.
Oliver nodded, his light blond locks giving a small bounce with the movement. "Ok, I'll be there."
"Good! Oh, and Len, I had Rin take care of your chores for you, because I figured you would want to give the newbie a tour of the mansion," Master added as she turned to leave.
Len turned to Oliver. "Well, what do you say? I'll give you a tour of the mansion, and if we don't get done before 5:00 then we can finish after we eat dinner, ok?"
"Alright," Oliver agreed, "but before we do anything I've got to feed my bird James."