Title: Baby

Disclaimer: I wish I didn't need this.

Dedication: To mah buddy, OnigiRimi. Just 'cause.

Words: 1,638

Warning: Noncest (I know shame on me), OC (but that's 'cause I had no other choice), and as per always, sexual themes.

Another Warning: Lack of editing and extreme rushed-ness.

Number Eleven: Baby;;

In which Rin and Len have to take care of a child.

Wide green eyes stared at him and he blinked, surprised.

"Uhm, Rin . . .?" He was standing right in the doorway of his room, and he turned to peer out into the hallway where he came from to look at the girl, "Why is there a baby in our room?"

His pseudo sister grinned—they acted as twins for some of their songs, but really, being Vocaloids, they weren't technically related—and spoke, her high soprano voice light, "Well, I told you I had a special surprise for you . . ."

"A 'special surprise' yes, but I'm not quite sure a baby counts as one." He turned his attention back to the infant, "Who's kid is it, anyways?"

Rin shrugged, "I dunno. I found it abandoned in a box."

"Who abandons a baby in a box?"

The girl shrugged, seeming unconcerned, "I dunno. Can we keep it?"

"Rin," He rolled his eyes, "We cannot keep it. It's not a pet. What gender is it anyways?"

"I dunno," Len bit his lip to force back the words 'you don't know much, do you?' and Rin continued, oblivious, "I was hoping you would check."

". . . Me?"

"Yes, you, silly," She smiled sweetly, "Are there any other "you's" around? Or are your imaginary friends here, too?"

Len couldn't help but to find that her sweet smile was very contradictory of her word's . . .

"Why me?"

"Well . . . I figured that, if your SPICE! song is any indication, either way, it has to be something you've seen before, right?"

"U-uhm, well . . . "He blushed, "It's not something you've never seen before, either!"

". . . What do you mean?"

"Well . . ." Len had to pause to think about it for a moment, "When you and Mikuo were dating—"

"—Okay! Yeah. Alright, uhm. Yeah, so. Who should check . . .?" She turned an odd shade of red before glancing at the baby then looking back at the male.

They stared at each other for several seconds before, in unison: "MEIKO-NEE! COME HERE FOR A SECOND—WE NEED YOU!"

There was complete sentence for several minutes before, swearing and glaring (Ha! That rhymes!), the brunette appeared in the hallway, "What?" She snapped.

The "twins" eyed each other, knowing that, without a doubt, she was drunk.

"U-uhm, well . . ." How should they explain the situation?

"Look, Meiko-nee! A baby!" Rin grinned, pointing at the child that was seated comfortably on her bed.

Meiko glanced at it before nodding. "Yes, Rin, a baby. Thank you very much for enlightening me."

The girl blinked—wasn't Meiko even surprised that there was a baby in the room of two fourteen year olds?

"Well," Len decided to give it a try with a small smile playing at his lips, "We were wondering if you would check what gender it is for us . . ."

"Why should I do that?" She glared at the two, and right when they were going to reply, she continued on, "I mean, shouldn't you two already know the gender of your love-child?"

The two blushed, "M-Meiko-nee! The b-baby's not ours!"

"Oh." The woman blinked, "She's not?"

"No, she's not."

"Oh." She frowned, "Then whose is it?"

The two shrugged, "We dunno."

Meiko stared at the two for a second before shrugging and waltzing into their bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

"Ha," Rin mumbled to the boy beside her, "As if we would have a love-child."

"I know, right?" He muttered back.

"I mean—since when did she think I was pregnant?" The girl seemed insulted, as she was scowling and glaring at the door.

"I-It's probably because you, err, always have a happy glow . . .?"

"Oh, is that so?" She eyed him carefully.

"U-uh, yeah." 'Someone please save me.'

His prayers were answered when the door opened up and the drunk woman placed the baby into Rin's arms. "Congratulations. It's a girl."

"A girl?" Rin smiled, "A girl! Oh, Len, can we keep it? Please? I always wanted a little sister!"

"Yeah, Len, can we keep it?" Meiko smirked at the boy, and though she was clearly making fun of Rin with her bitter sarcasm, the young girl didn't notice it.

"See, Len? Meiko-nee wants to keep her, too!"

The blond boy glared at Meiko and she walked away laughing, off to do who-knows-what in the Vocaloid house. "No, Rin, we can't keep her. We need to find her parents—or drop her off at a police station. They'd know what do with her."

A small pout formed on Rin's lips, "Please?"

Len was firm on his decision: "No."

"Pretty please?"

"Nope."

"Pretty please with a . . . a banana on top?"

Oh, Lord. Rin looked really cute with her puppy-dog face on and he felt his resolve slipping . . . "N-No."

As if sensing she were close to winning, she leaned closer to him, and were she not holding the baby, she would have been pressing her chest to his, "Please, Len-kun?"

". . . Just for a day—but tomorrow, we're taking her to the police station!"

"Yay!" Rin grinned at the infant in her arms, "You get to stay with us today! Say thank you to Len-Len!"

The baby, as if understanding her words, peered up at Len and promptly spoke, her gentle voice surprising the both of them.

"Gatchu."

"Ahh~!" Rin squealed, holding the child closer to her, "You're so cute~!"

"What kind of language was that?"

Rin rolled her eyes, "It wasn't a language, silly. She's just a baby, it's not like she can talk yet." She turned her attention back to the child, "So, what should we call you?"

"Rin . . ."

"I'm not thinking about keeping her, Len, I promise, but we have to call her something other than 'baby'." She smiled, looking at the baby again, "Actually, Meiko-nee gave me an idea. I'll call you Aiko."

"Aiko?" Len frowned, "'Love child'? Very creative, Rin."

"I think so. Now then, Aiko-chan, let's go play outside!" She spun on her heels and began walking, Len watching her walk away.

Really, sometimes he wondered why he fell in love with her.

"Come on, Len!"

"C-coming!"

Aiko scowled, glaring at the two with hate-filled green eyes, "Hatchui getta eejoy."

"'Hatchui getta eejoy'?" Len frowned at the baby, "Uhm, what?"

Rin sighed, "She's hungry."

"You understood that?"

Rin shot him her best you're-not-getting-the-point look, "She's hungry, Len."

Len groaned, checking his watch. It was 3:33—too late for lunch, too early for dinner. Rin noticed this.

"Snack time~!" She scooped the baby up, lifting her from where they had been, just minutes ago, scribbling with chalk.

"Rin . . ."

"Don't worry, I'm not giving her any sweets—just some fruit." She grinned at Aiko, "What fruit do you want to eat, Aiko?"

"Jajui!"

"What's that? Oranges? Because they're the best? Alright~!"

"Okay, now you're just making that up."

Rin ignored him, walking quickly back into the Vocaloid home and, with a sigh, he followed her. They quickly arrived at the kitchen and she handed Len the baby, "Here, hold her, won't you?"

"You're not giving me much of a choice."

Rin rolled her eyes, picking out two oranges and a banana from a bowl. She quickly peeled one of the oranges before eating all the slices. She then peeled the banana and held it to his mouth, "Say 'aah'."

"I think you're confusing which of us is the baby."

She grinned, "Nope! I'm going to hold Aiko to feed her, but I want to feed you first~!"

"U-uhm, why?" Len took a hesitant bite from the banana.

"Because you're been such a good boy, helping me take care of Aiko. You deserve an award."

"An award." Len scoffed, "Who says I like you feeding me?" He was taking another bite of his favorite fruit, though.

"Oh? So then you don't want it?" Rin pulled the banana away from him, just as he was about to take a third bite, "Then I guess I'll just throw it away!"

"No! Please don't! You can feed me! J-just don't throw away the banana . . . please, I'm begging you."

Rin giggled, but fell silent as a high-pitched laugh rang through the small kitchen. It was Aiko. She was laughing at the two of them, clapping her hands together as if asking for an encore of their 'argument'. Len couldn't help the smile that found its way on his lips as he looked down at her and she looked up at him, meeting his gaze with a sloppy grin and a laugh, "Papa!"

All was silent for a moment as the two twins froze, staring at the child, but Aiko did not stop there, instead she turned her attention to Rin, "Mama!"

"Oh no, no, no, no, Aiko, we're not your parents." Len was blushing at the thought.

"But she's so cute~!" Rin took the child from him, "Oh, Aiko, you're such a sweetie!"

"Rin . . ."

"But come on, Len, wouldn't it be awesome to have a baby?"

"Oh? You want a baby?" Len smirked.

"Yeah," the blonde sighed, "I do."

"Well then," without warning, he gave her a quick peck on the cheek, "Let's get started."

Rin blinked, "L-Len! Not with Aiko around!" She turned away from him, hiding her reddened cheeks, "Don't you know such things are improper for children?"

She placed the child in his arms, "I-I'm going to the bathroom!"

As she left the kitchen, Len looked down at the child in his arms, "'Not with Aiko around', eh?" He sighed, "It's your fault."

Aiko tilted her head quizzically, before scowling, "Hatchui getta eejoy! Jajui!"

"Yeah, yeah. I'll get you your stupid oranges."

A/N;; To be perfectly honest, I hate Aiko.

A lot.

No joke.

Anyways, I have writer's block, so I decided to write a oneshot and so, I looked at my calender, and apparently, today is "Babbling Day". Now, when I think of "Babbling" I think "Baby" so this was born (haha, get it? Baby? Born? MOVING ON.)

I HAVE CONQUERED MY WRITER'S BLOCK. YESSH. I TOOK YOU DOWN, W.B.!

Thank you for all of your concern! I assure you, though, my brother is doing fine. :).

Well, then, until next time,

~Amary.

Over and out.