The morning sun came over the red shingles of the Hatsune house, birds chirruping and rainbows visible in reflections in the pools of water from last night's rain. It was a fresh, peaceful morning, almost melodic -
"Miiiiiiikuuuu!"
It was a... lovely morning.
Mikuo Hatsune staggered through the hallways of his house, blindly throwing open every door he saw ("Sorry, mom. Hey there, doggy. Eh... oops, I'll be goin', sis - SIS!") before finding and storming into the leek-scented room of his older sister.
"Good morning, Mikuo~" Miku sang, perched on the stool in front of her makeup table with rollers in the left side of her head and no less than four brushes in the other. "How are you?"
Mikuo Hatsune, the fourteen-year-old victim of the household, snorted, towel wrapped around him and soapy water spreading into Miku's fluffy carpets. He offered her a glare befitting a crazed serial killer, or perhaps, Gakupo without shampoo and raising his arm (still dripping with soap) he slowly, dramatically jabbed at his own soaked head.
"My hair's pink. Pink. Fucking pink."
Little miss Miku Hatsune looked up at her younger brother, smiling benevolently. "And?"
"It's pink, goddammit! I look like - like Luki, the bastard! I'm pink. I'm pink, sis!"
"Actually..." Miku waved him closer, and her brother approached with caution. Spinning him around, she allowed Mikuo a lovely view of the back of his head in her princess mirror. "It's pink and purple and red, Mikuo~"
"Dammit, Miku!" Mikuo shot away from her, covering the back of his head protectively. Water whirled out in a ring as he staggered into Miku's (obviously) teal bed. "I can't go to school like this!"
"Don't worry, Mikuo!" Miku smiled benevolently, poking her brother's cheeks. "You look beauuuuuutiful! I'm sure Hagane-san will love your new hairstyle!"
Mikuo practically wilted. "B, but it's pink - red - but I d, don't like the Hagane bitch! I hate her! I hate you! Go to hell, Miku!"
"You'll thank me someday~" the teal-haired girl called, face distinctly saint-like. She sang to herself as she let the rest of her hair down from their rollers and started brushing the whole hump of teal - no small task. But she did love her ridiculously long hair so.
Her phone (blue, sleek, and plastered with those squishy leek stickers than Miku would die for) blipped. Miku took a moment to complete her high twintails with those gorgeous polka-dotted ribbons she'd gotten yesterday before checking the text.
From: Hagane
Is mikuo's hair really pink?
Miku absentmindedly chewed on a spare ribbon (no leek taste? Hmm...) and quickly sent a reply.
From: Miku H.
Yep! ^_^
The teal-haired girl happily went back to her primping until 'Hagane' replied.
From: Hagane
:D
Luka tied her hair up in a bun as two sausages and two eggs sizzled in the pan. A cheerful cuckoo told her that the rice was done, and the girl hastened in the last of her early-morning culinary activities. Just as she was closing the lid on the second packed lunch, something crashed upstairs.
"B, b, bacon...!" moaned Luki, dashing into the kitchen.
Luka hummed to herself and savagely swiped Luki's hand off the packed lunches with a frying pan.
"But Luka, I'm hungry - " The pink-haired boy oozed over the table, hands fluttering after the lunches as Luka spirited it away.
"Hands off, dear brother." Luka leaned forward and flicked him on his forehead. "I called you to eat breakfast half an hour ago."
Luki sank into a chair, sulking. His hair was sodden - he'd just come back from the gym two blocks from their home. Luka smiled and patted his head.
"Go shower and get ready for school. I might give you a sandwich if you do."
"R-really?" And with that, Luki sprang up and leapt towards the bathroom, slamming the door closed behind him as he turned knobs and grabbed at slippery sticks of soap.
Luka sighed in a motherly fashion and threw together a quick sandwich before going up to her room to change for school. She, Luki, and most of her friends attended Vocaloid Academy, an elementary, middle and high school smashed into one distinguished academy for artistically - musically, actually - talented students. And trust Luki to be running twenty minutes late on the first day of school.
Luki. The Megurines were usually away in business trips in various unknown countries of the world, which left Luka to take care of her brother. Luki, fourteen and two years younger than her, and whom she suspected had lost more brain cells in his last rock-climbing adventure, totally not romantic (translation: attempting to serenade Hatsune Miku by climbing up to her window on the third floor) than typically recommended.
To his credit, it was Mikuo who'd pushed him off...
Luki hurried into the kitchen, hair still dripping. Luka sighed again as she pulled out some bread from the refrigerator and slapped together a peanut butter sandwich before handing it to him, silencing Luki's groans("But Luuuuuka, nutella!") with a stern glare.
The tall girl checked the kitchen clock. Seven forty. They'd have to hurry if they didn't want to get chased by the fearsome Mr. Al for being late. Luka paused while tying her hair up in a bun and smiled a smile quite far-fetched from her usually gentle mannerisms.
Oh, the things she would do to Luki if they were late...
"Seeya, bros!"
Ryuto waved his tiny hand as he followed his friends into the elementary building.
"Bye, Gacha~" Gumi waved, an expression of innocent bliss over her face. Gumiya snorted, leaning back with his hands pushed into his pockets.
"Idiot," he muttered, fully aware of the water balloon the nine-year-old genius had planted inside of his big sister's backpack. He'd taken the liberty of removing and no, it was just because he didn't want to hear Gumi making a fuss over it, not because he didn't like it when Gumi was upset. Just what are you thinking?
Gumi tugged on his arm. "You're zoning out again!"
Gumiya suppressed his gut instinct to leap back. "That's 'cause I actually have a brain to zone out with, carrot."
Said carrot-loving girl's eyes went wide. "That doesn't make any sense!"
The boy stepped back, turned, and started walking towards the Upper school. "Whatever. We're going to be late."
Gumi let out an indignant pooooooooh, falling into step beside him.
"Meanie."
The alarm clock rang for seven fifty-five - a full hour later than what its owner had set the last night.
"Dammit, mom!"
Lily tumbled out of bed and ran for the bathroom, jerking it open and feverishly tugging her brush through golden-blonde hair. "I'm going to go to school without eyeliner on the first day of school!"
Her mother smiled and laid out some normal clothes for her daughter to wear.
"Anytime, dear~"
Eight.
A girl with sunlit hair walked to school and enjoyed her first free morning in forever.
A/N
I'm a slow updater, but I'll try hard on this one! What do you think so far?
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