Chapter Eight
After the little incident with Kaito, I felt a bit ashamed of myself. It seemed that he really liked me!
Oh well. He could have been nice about kissing me. Kaito practically threw himself at me! Before I knew it, Teto was skipping circles around me, laughing and chatting openly. Teto was obviously excited for the Vocaloids to show me my room. I was too, but Teto really showed her enthusiasm! I laughed at a joke she made about Miku ("She's turquoise with envy – get it?! Hahaha!"), and right at that moment, she actually came up to me. I had seen her close to where Teto and I were chatting, but I thought that she couldn't hear us from there. Apparently not… I felt her eyes bore into mine, burning up with fury. Her small fists were clenched at her sides, and even Teto cowered from her grotesquely cruel form.
"What did you say about me, you stupid girl?" Miku quivered in anger, and her eyes quickly transformed into seething slits. I desperately tried to find Teto and tell Miku that Teto was the one that had told the joke in the first place, I had only laughed. I didn't find her anywhere. The pinkette probably fled as soon as she saw Miku coming. Oh well, I would deal with Miku by myself. I straightened myself up. Before I had a chance to speak, Miku gripped my shoulders and looked down at me. I was sure that in those black shadows for eyes, there was understanding. I couldn't see it yet, but I was sure she would understand…
"Tell it to my face you idiotic, copycat, lowlife freak!" On this last word, Miku struck me across the cheek with such force that I was knocked to the ground, landing with a loud thump against the hard, harsh, unforgiving floor. When I opened my eyes, I noticed that little droplets of water were trailing down my face, landing softly on the floor, pooling where many gathered. Shocked, I realized that I had been slapped by none other than Miku Hatsune, Vocaloid 01 herself, and that for the first time, I cried.
I cried for being new. I cried for being slapped. I cried for being rejected by one and all.
But most of all…
I cried for being me.
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The incident in the kitchen would never be forgotten. Especially by Len Kagamine. His usually tidy mane of blonde hair was disheveled, and his fingers ran through his hair more than once in worry. Of course, he tried to hide this by chatting with Kaito, his idol since he was small. Kaito answered his questions, as always. Laughed at the right times, as always. But Len could sense that something was not right. Especially since he noticed that Kaito would not look him in the eye. It seemed that the bluehead was distracted with something else. Len turned to look at the object of Kaito's attention, and found himself looking at the one and only Meiko.
Meiko was clothed in her original clothing of a dazzling red top, and skirt just high enough to be seductive but not slutty. She wore scarlet stilettos and black netting-style socks that stopped at mid-thigh. Meiko swished her short, newly pixie-styled hair and pulled her already low shirt even lower to give the boys a full view of her round breasts. Kaito felt some action down there, and headed for Meiko. As she strutted away from Miki's study and up the stairs, she felt a sense of triumph. I've got him. Now all I have to do is give him what he wants. Stupid Miki-girl is taking away my rightful boyfriend. I'll get him back, though. Just you wait.
As Len had expected, Kaito and Meiko headed upstairs, and he was left alone, leaning on a marble pillar, waiting for his turn to visit Miki since Miku had slapped her. Finally, the oak door leading to Miki's study creaked open, and a tearful Teto came out. With her dark pink ringlets bouncing around, Teto hugged Len strongly and looked around, frowning. Sniffing, she asked, "Hey, I thought *sniff* Kaito was out here." Len replied that he had just left with Meiko, that maybe he could come in instead. Teto nodded and gestured towards the open door.
Creeeeeak…
Miki was really pretty, Len knew. No wonder Kaito had fallen for her – anyone would. He stepped closer to her, afraid to wake her up. Len suddenly had the courage to take her hand in his and imagined holding it while they walked together in the garden towards the intricately colored gazebo that Gakupo had made for the Mansion. There, they would… Blushing, Len reached out to brush a strand of hair from Miki's forehead, but instead let his hand hover over her face. His hand drew back. For now, he would only watch from the sidelines. One day, though, he would surely tell Miki how he felt about her… Right?
"He loves me…" Miki whispered, smiling. Len was startled at hearing her voice in sleep. Who was she talking about?, he wondered. Len held perfectly still, and waited for the girl to continue. Miki took a deep breath and her poem began again, her voice clear as wind chimes and yet soft as rose petals during a starry night.
"He loves me,
He has the key
To my heart.
Gold hair, river eyes
Can he not be mine?
I love him,
My heart sings
Of love.
I am yours.
Yet we are apart,
By sunset, then dark.
By dawn, he has disappeared,
Forever from my heart and memory.
Can he not be mine..?"
