Sugar-Coated Accident
Chapter Four

"Don't Push Your Luck"


"Wow… Are you really sure, Len-kun?"

"Yes."

"Really, really sure?"

"I already said that and the answer's not changing."

"You certain?"

"The main thing I'm certain of here is that someone hasn't been listening," Len said, for what had to be the 19th time (not that he'd been keeping track or anything. That would just be obsessive/compulsive, like counting tiles in the kitchen floor and meticulously arranging socks in order of colour, from red to violet. And Len definitely didn't do things like that. Not at all. Never. No way).

Thing was, their conversation had been looping round and round in similar arcs for the past five or ten minutes and, while Kaito's initial uncertainties had been quite sweet, now they were just getting irritating.

A little bit of adorable and a whole load of annoying, all hidden behind a pair of impossibly large, sparkly, magical-girl-esque eyes.

That was Kaito.

No wonder he got pushed around so much - his face just screamed 'I'm weak and defenceless and won't hit you back!'

(Incidentally, Len liked to think his face said 'I'm cool and suave and completely reliable.' Rin, on the other hand, said his face was silly, uncute and brattish, but such insults were usually reserved for when the younger twin had eaten all the cheesecake.)

"No…" said Kaito, gazing with silent awe at the glorious, amazing, splendiferous, whatever-other-adjective-you-want-to-use-that's-synonymous-to-glorius/amazing/splendiferous sight before him. "I was listening. I guess I'm just sort of... Worried?"

Len frowned at this bizarre comment – but then again, Kaito was prone to saying bizarre things. Like a few months ago, when he'd asked why people hunted for food when they could just buy it in a supermarket.

Of course, Meiko had set him straight on that one – "and where do you think the food in the supermarket comes from, you moron?".

Although…

Come to think of it, that wasn't 'bizarre'.

It was just stupid.

Really, if hair colour was a correct indicator of mental prowess, Len would have a shock of ebony spikes and Kaito'd be a bright bottle blond, like Neru.

Hmn.

Well, anyway. Back to subject at hand.

Shaking his head slightly, so as to remove any other unnecessary thoughts, Len answered (finally).

"Worried? Why would you be worried?"

"Because I wouldn't want Len-kun to spend too much money on me."

Len fought back an urge to roll his eyes. At least the older Vocaloid was being considerate, right? It wasn't his fault he hadn't mastered elementary mathematics yet.

Clearly, evolution was just something that had happened to other people.

"Kaito-nii," Len said tiredly, holding up two hands as though trying to make a point. "We earn millions – multi-millions– of yen from our CD sales, and our merchandise, and those cute little Nendroid dolls with the weird faces and that disgusting Miku-marketed vegetable juice. Buying two ice-creams is hardly likely to break the bank. In fact, the ice-creams are worth about… Let's say 0.00000001 percent in comparison to what we earn. Probably a lot lower, but I don't want to spend all night reeling off a long list of zeroes."

"Ah…" Kaito said, tilting his head slightly. "I… See…"

"Exactly. So, if you're ready to order-"

"But Len-kun!"

"What now?"

Kaito paused, as though pondering how best to phrase the following sentence. That alone was suspicious enough. Since when did Kaito think about anything? He was the sort that blurted out whatever pointless, inane came to mind, heedless of the consequences. It was the light blush colouring his cheeks, however, that made Len really apprehensive.

Hopefully, he wouldn't say anything too embarrassing…

God, who am I kidding, this is Kaito. The Kaito. Bakaito. Meiko calls him that for a reason, you know.

Hey, Kaito can be pretty intelligent sometimes. You just don't give him enough credit.

I'm sorry, I lost you at 'Kaito is intelligent'.

Okay, he's going to say something! What should I do? Should I run away now, save myself? Or would that look cowardly? He's opening his mouth – don't say anything stupid, please – or maybe I should think of some way to shut him up, any way. In cliché movies a kiss is usually in order...

Mmmnnn.

"Len-kun!" Kaito exclaimed once more, completely derailing Len's previous line of thought. Which, given the direction it had taken, was probably a good thing for both parties concerned. "I just thinking that in these – er… Situations, shouldn't the older, taller person pay?"

Len frowned.

Len thought.

And then, quite suddenly, Len got it.

"Hey. I am not young, or short," the younger, shorter Vocaloid said defensively, flicking Kaito on the nose. Of course, he had to stand on his tip-toes first.

Damn height difference, damn it to hell.

"You know, Kaito-nii," Len said breezily, mindless of Kaito's small exclamation of pain. Honestly; he and Rin pushed each other around on a daily basis, and neither of them had been reduced to scrap metal and spare parts yet. Then again, Rin was pretty hardwearing – and hard-headed. "Stuff like that only applies on dates. This isn't a date, is it?"

"Well… It's the fifth of April," Kaito replied, though he was smiling. It was obvious he understood the question, yet chose to misinterpret.

"Totally wrong. It's the sixth, actually," corrected Len.

"Ah… Sorry, Len-kun. I don't have a head for dates."

"Yes, you're an idiot. And now that's been established, have you decided what ice-cream you're gonna get?"

"Awww. Len-kun is so kind!"

"Yeah, yeah. Don't push your luck, loverboy."


a.n: i always focus too much on conversation in these fics so it slows down the progress of the story xD so nothing has really /happened/ yet. plus it's one of those fluffy, sort of pointless fics to begin with xD
but (a very meagre amount) of plot begins next chapter, with the properly fluffy stuff xD so enjoy, plz?