"Ahh, Luka Megurine!" Gakupo strode forward, his arms outstretched toward a tall, pretty woman with bubblegum-colored hair.
She looked at him skeptically as he kissed her on both cheeks.
"The woman of my dreams!" he proclaimed, taking her gently by the forearms. Unfazed, she rolled her eyes and wrenched her arms away to fold them across her chest.
And a well-endowed chest it is, too, Len thought, before he could stop himself.
"Okay, creep," she said, coldly. "Who are you, and how the hell do you know my full name? What'd you do, read my name tag? Well, at least now I know you're not illiterate."
Rin giggled. You go, girl!
Gakupo's answering smile seemed to last for centuries—it was slow, sensual . . .
Sickening, Len thought.
"Why, darling," the insulted said, innocently, fluttering his eyelashes. "Surely you remember me?"
"I'm afraid I don't'," she said, drily. "You don't look all that memorable, mister." But in fact, Luka did remember him. How could she not? Gakupo was unforgettable.
They'd been dumped into the same half-semester course several years ago—Fashions of the Medieval Age, or something like that. It was before she'd decided she wanted to go into the hairdressing field and was still feeling her away around a major in Fashion Design.
On the first day, Gakupo had sat right next to her—she'd been on the back row—and quite charmingly, introduced himself. It was all well and good, sitting next to an unusual, spirited, and attractive guy her age—until he started hitting on her constantly. Every day, she'd leave angry from that class, practically spitting fire and venom, and Gakupo would just grin and say, "You know you like it," in that sexy, smoky, infuriating voice of his. Cursing, she'd stomp away angrier than ever because she did like it. She looked forward to his increasingly eloquent advances and to finding new and brutal ways of turning him down.
How she'd missed their little sparring matches! It was like she'd been drooling with boredom ever since the class had ended. Gackpoid Kamui was probably the most daring and aggravating man she'd ever met, and all others paled beside him.
"I can see my dearest Luka is still a total tsundere," Gakupo was saying. "Nevertheless, I shall persevere." Gently, he brought her hand to his lips, and kissed it as if she were royalty. She glared at him, blushing only slightly. Oblivious, he ushered her towards Rin and Len, who had watched the entire scene unfold from afar. "May I present to you the twins Rin and Len Kagamine, my dearest niece and nephew."
For the first time, Luka looked at him with interest. "I didn't know you had a brother," she said.
"Oh, he doesn't," Len interjected. "But for some weird reason, he enjoys calling himself our 'Uncle Gackpoid.' We're really not related to him at all." He snuck a smug glance at Gakupo, his mouth was hanging half-open, as if he'd been about to respond but had been beat to it.
Rin giggled.
"As I was saying . . ." Gakupo gave Len a good glare and turned to Luka, agreeable once more. "These dear children are in dire need of your talents, my love. I know that you are capable of making their golden tresses even more spectacular than they already are."
"Yes," she murmured. "I can't believe this coloring is natural. You guys are lucky." She stepped closer to the twins, tilting her head as she studied their hair. She eyed Len's warily. "How long is it when it's not in a ponytail?" she asked, briskly.
Len look startled. "Oh, um, it's always in a ponytail . . ."
But she had already yanked it out, was running her fingers through it. Len tried to resist the urge to slap the pretty Luka lady.
"Hmm . . . almost as long as your sister's," she observed. "What do they need done?" This she directed at Gakupo, who shrugged.
"Whatever you think would enhance their appearance. I trust your judgment."
"Well," she said, pressing her first to her chin as she thought, "I could give Len's bangs some more texture, making them more dramatic, energetic . . ."
"Energetic?" Len squeaked, eyes wide. "What does that even mean?"
"—and maybe frame Rin's face a little better, give her some layers to draw attention to its shape." She smiled suddenly. "You have a pretty face, sweetheart."
"Thank you," Rin laughed, obviously embarrassed.
"Well, twins?" Gakupo asked, grinning. "I knew I could count on you, my dear."
Luka smirked at him over her shoulder as she guided a terrified Len towards the barber's chair. "I haven't even done anything yet . . ."
Does Kaito actually sound . . . regretful? :) Hope you guys are enjoying, and please review, again, so I will keep writing. My muse comes in fits, so encouragement might help . . . As promised, I've introduced more Vocaloids-whoot, Gumi and Luka! Get some more girls up in here!