It was with a quiet groan that Mikuo awoke with, the sun shining meekly unto his forehead through the thin curtain. Soon, he collected himself and lanced at the time with swollen eyes. Apparently he hadn't slept much at all, as it seemed to be quite early in the morning. Or rather, the form of early where no one in the house had woken up yet. An exception was him, of course, but. As his sense slowly came back, he felt the weight that was his sister clutched around his waist. Her breathing indicated that she was sleeping quite heavily, which was only for the better in multiple ways. Mikuo crawled slowly – trying desperately not to wake his sister up – out from underneath the blanket, her sleepy embracing arms giving away without any resistance as he did. Soon enough, he was "free", and stood up carefully on the cold floor. Turning his gaze back to his sister, he pulled the messed up blanket over her again, leaving her in peace as he went outside his room.

Quiet as a morgue was the only term Mikuo felt suitable with about describing the hallway. Like he expected, everything was quiet, every door as his eyes could see closed. Apart from Luka and Kaito, Mikuo didn't believe that anyone went up as early as then. Teto had done it once or twice before to surprise everyone with a cake (for birthdays), or buffets (holidays) of all kinds, but other than those exceptions, no one. Stepping on his toes to not make a sound, Mikuo soon found himself sneaking down the stairs. All of the rooms were on the upper floors, so being downstairs made the chance of waking people up less likely, and granted that he didn't make a fuss while down there.

As soon as his bare toes touched the checkerboard floor, he felt a sigh of relief slipping from his mouth. Being in the kitchen meant that he'd have much more of an easier time avoiding the chance of waking the other inhabitants up, even if the kitchen was placed just to the side after going down the stairs. What was he even doing there in the first place? The original plan had been to come down there to not disturb anyone, but when he actually had done so, he started to regret it soon after. Kaito and Luka both went up early, just an hour or two after when he had woken up, so the possibility to actually meeting them would be high. The only reason it actually was a problem was because his attire consisted of his sister's signature costume. Getting spotted by those he considered his family while cross-dressing wasn't in his biggest interest, neither in the heat of the moment or ever. Aiming his full concentration to sneak across the floor, his feet only carried him to the sink before he could hear light tapping footsteps after his.

"A-Ah, Miku-chan! What are you doing up so early in the morning?"

Kaito.

Instinctively, he swallowed, preparing to turn around to face the person believing him to be Miku.

"I-I w-w-woke up f-f-from a b-b-bad dream, a-a-and I couldn't fall a-asleep again a-after, s-s-so I went downstairs i-instead!"

To him, the almost incoherent stuttering gave him away, together with his hurried attempt to imitate his sister's high voice. Like some sort of bizarre miracle, Kaito actually seemed to buy into it.

"Aah, so that's why, huh."

"…Yeah."

Putting on the smile that had become something of a trademark for him, Kaito nodded, whether it was just to be polite or not.

"So I hope you haven't stolen my ice-cream, then."

It was clear from the tone of his voice that it was a joke, but Mikuo didn't give something enough to register it as much. The two things that Kaito were incredibly protective of were his family, and his ice-cream. Mikuo was clueless to which came first of the two, and asking would've been cruel. Kaito had cried in terms of losing his ice-cream and Gumiya when he was tired of living there, which made it even harder to guess which. Not that he should.

"I-I'd rather not. I haven't felt a hunger for s-some, anyway! N-Not in ages, h-hahahah!"

If Kaito didn't see through his obvious lie, Mikuo would've been surprised. If there were some people in the family that enjoyed ice-cream nearly as much as Kaito, then it would be the Hatsune twins. At least to his knowledge. Monitoring the other twins wasn't a hobby of his. But if he did see through it, why didn't say anything? Did he think Mikuo would feel embarrassed? He was embarrassed enough because he was walking around in his sister's clothes, it couldn't become more shameful!

"Ah, if you say so!"

With a light and shrug and persisting smile, he left for the fridge, whether it was to make breakfast or check on his ice-cream… What flavor would it be this time anyway? Curious as he was, he turned around only to see Kaito in freezing pain due to the box somehow freezing his fingers enough for him to feel unable to move them.

A light and quite feminine groan was released from Lens lungs as he sat up. Rubbing at his dry eyes, he desperately tried to focus his vision to look at his surroundings, whatever they would be. Through the rather thin layers of a shirt and underwear, he could feel that "his" bum was firmly sat upon the wooden floor, the floor he had been… In the fraction of a second, his gaze turned over to his side, with added disappointment soon after.

Mikuo…

Carefully, he reached out for the being that wasn't there (at least not to the naked eye), as his formerly dry eyes became even harder to see with. Deep inside he questioned what had caused his sudden and – to him – new behavior, but at the same time the amount of theories he had were overwhelming. Was he really… Falling love? No, that was preposterous. Making him love other male Vocaloids was something his fans enjoyed making him do, but it wasn't actually for real, at least… To his knowledge. But, then why – With an anguished sigh, he fell back unto the hard floor, making him whimper in confused pain for the matters of three or more seconds. His questions about exactly why were completely endless, and regardless of how much he wanted them not to be, they still would. "Because the world was unfair" was the only ideal he could conjure.

After what seemed like a longer time (he hadn't had an opportunity to look at the time), he pulled the blanket off again, staring at the ceiling with a look of disapproval and disappointment. Perhaps it had, perhaps it had told him a bad joke with its smiling scarlet lips that didn't exist. Or did they? To any person that was delusional and insane, probably, but Len wasn't one of those people. At least, that's what he knew. If the truth was the opposite of what he thought about himself, how would he know? Concentrating on the ceiling, he let out a sigh of relief when nothing seemed to appear on it other than tiny pieces of dust. He didn't get proof that he was crazy, and he was glad. No face without eyes spouting jokes bad enough to kill the elderly had appeared which saved him the sanity he wanted, and needed. After all, if someone saw something like that in their ceiling, they should probably be committed.

Slowly – with added complications due to the fact that he was incredibly tired and had lied down for most of the time -, Len crawled up from his lying position into a standing one, and wobbled while standing on feet he wasn't used to. Returning to his original questions and thoughts, where had Mikuo actually gone? The clothes on the floor indicated that he was still dressed in a spare of Miku's clothes, a fact which was inevitable to stir up all kinds of problems. Averting his eyes toward the clothes again, he suddenly thought of something. If Mikuo was dressed as Miku, how would they explain themselves if two Miku's were walking around the house? If it was at a convention or something in the lines of that, an explanation wouldn't be needed, but at home… It would. Soon enough, the clothes were assorted into a neat pile, and soon after, a short-haired yet teal-haired figure emerged again from a room further down the corridor.

(Author's note: I feel like I need to apologize for my lack of updating over the summer, so I'll do it now. I'll try my best to update the story on here and continue writing when I actually can! ;~;)