Dinner was quiet, too quiet. None of the Vocaloids had any conversation that they could offer to break the silence, and the food, although it was piping hot and probably delicious, tasted like ash to the nervous Vocaloid siblings. All the siblings except Miku, that is. Her food tasted wonderful. But Miku ate sparingly, watching to see how her sibling Vocaloids were reacting, and mirroring their actions so she wouldn't stand out.

Her chair was pulled next to Kaito's, and she daringly put her small hand into his large, warm hand, that was hanging loosely by his side. Kaito looked over at Miku in mild surprise, but tried to smile at the teal-haired female as she gently squeezed his hand with her own. Kaito tried to draw some strength from Miku's solid presence, but his mind was still obviously preoccupied with the horror he had witnessed early that morning.

With a slight clatter that made the rest of the Vocaloids jump, Gakupo picked up his dinner dishes and made his way toward the kitchen, holding them. One by one, the rest of the Vocaloids rose up and brought their own, mostly still-full dishes, into the kitchen as well.

Rin exchanged glances with Miku, and whispered, as if speaking in a normal tone was not allowed at the moment, "Do you think, it's safe for us to go to bed?"

Miku placed a reassuring hand on Rin's blonde head and tried to smile in a gentle manner. "I think it will be fine. But if you feel nervous, maybe Meiko would like some company tonight?" Rin's eyes darted back across the room, to the short-haired brunette, who was holding her body with her arms wrapped around her midsection, looking uncharacteristically distracted and lost.

Rin nodded, and ran over to Meiko, grabbed her hand, and looked earnestly up into Meiko's worried face. Meiko leaned forward and Rin whispered into her ear, then pulled back and watched her face. Meiko nodded briefly, grabbing a better hold on Rin's hand, and walking together with the blonde, left the dining room with a nod to acknowledge Miku, and a brief touch on Miku's shoulder as she passed by the teal-haired Vocaloid female.

Kaito slowly got up from the table too, but seemed at a loss as to what to do. It was obvious that he had been avoiding his room all day, and Miku wondered whether he would go back there to sleep, or not.

"I really don't want to go to my room," Kaito mumbled to himself under his breath, but Miku's sharp ears, attuned to Kaito's voice, picked up every syllable. Miku walked next to Kaito and smiled up at him, placing her hand on his sleeve in order to get his attention. When his blue eyes turned to look at her, Miku spoke.

"Kaito, would you... like to sleep in my room tonight? You shouldn't be alone, after all," Miku couldn't stop the slight wavering of her voice due to the excitement of the offer. Her mind was already going wild, remembering her earlier fantasies of Kaito spending the night in her bed. They would have to sleep in close proximity, to both fit in the bed together.

Miku's eyes were shining in excitement, and Kaito felt a sweatdrop growing over his head. "Uh, I, thank you, Miku but, I don't think that is the best idea. I mean, you may be my sister, but you're also a girl. I think I will just sleep on the couch, if that's okay."

Miku felt a thrill go through her at Kaito's admission that Miku was a girl. It offset the disappointment of being turned down to share her room, and her bed.

"Okay, Kaito, but will you be okay on the couch? Would you like some extra blankets, or a nice pillow? I have a spare," Miku offered, going for the second best thing. Kaito wrapped up in Miku's bedding. If his scent rubbed off on them, she would keep them and wrap herself up in them the next night, and pretend that he was holding her.

"Um, no that's..." Kaito trailed off, realizing he would have to go into his room in order to get his bedding, if he intended to sleep out in the living room. "Actually, thanks, Miku, that would be great. You're sure it won't be an imposition?"

Miku nodded so enthusiastically, that Kaito felt a mild edge of affectionate amusement towards her. "Anything for you, Kaito! I'll go get them, right now." Miku ran down the hallway and slammed open the door to her room, leaving Kaito alone in the dining room.

Kaito sighed and ran his hand through his hair, resigning himself to a sleepless night on the couch. But, it was still better than going through that doorway. That doorway where he had found... Kaito tried not to let his brain complete that thought. Tried to put it out of his mind, as impossible as that was. He slowly dropped his hand, and turned to walk to the living room. He sat down on the comfortable couch and waited for Miku's return.

...

Miku couldn't sleep. Her heart was beating fast, her imagination going a million miles a minute. Kaito was out there, in the living room, wrapped up in her blankets, sleeping on her spare pillow. Miku wondered whether he was actually sleeping, or still awake. What did he look like, when he was asleep? Miku's imagination was driving her crazy with curiousity.

Well, it would probably be okay if she just... checked on him, wouldn't it? It's not like she would be breaking into his room to watch him while he slept. The living room was a common area, and... and... well, after the events of that morning, it wouldn't be /too/ strange if she was concerned about her beloved older brother, would it?

Decided, Miku swung her legs out from under her, sitting up on her bed, standing, and looking down at her nightgown for a moment, then smiling and, not bothering to change, she walked to the door and down the hallway, down to the living room.

It was dark, dark and quiet, only the soft sound of breathing breaking the utter silence of the night. Miku quietly walked, trying to make as little noise as possible, just in case Kaito was indeed asleep, like she hoped. Although, if he was awake, having a late-night rendevous with the handsome, lovely bluenette sounded exciting, too.

As Miku came into the living room, her eyes still adjusting to the dark, she stared down at the couch, trying to focus her eyes to determine whether the unmoving lump there was awake, or asleep. The gentle, rhythmic movement from underneath her blanket let her know that, despite his earlier misgivings, Kaito was soundly asleep.

Miku slowly approached the couch, and knelt next to Kaito's head, her night-widened eyes taking in the shadowy face of her beloved Vocaloid. His lips were slightly apart, his eyes closed, but his face looked upset, even in sleep. Miku gently, daringly, raised her hand and gently touched his blue hair. At the soft touch, Kaito's face smoothed out, and Miku's heart skipped a beat.

Kaito looked so vulnurable, so delicious, so fragile, as though if she touched him too hard, he would fade away into the night. Miku's hand trembled slightly as she continued to lightly, lightly touch his soft hair. Her eyes closed slightly as the calmness of the situation took grip of her.

The soft breath coming in and out of Kaito's lips was fascinating, and Miku watched it for a long, long time. She rested her head carefully, gently, against the side of Kaito's upper arm as she watched his face, continuing to gently touch his hair. His face stayed relaxed as she touched him again, and again. He didn't wake, didn't turn away, and Miku smiled happily as she felt Kaito's skin lightly under her cheek.

He looked more and more like he wanted to be kissed, Miku thought to herself. Her Kaito. Even more so than when she had fixed his hair the other day. When he had closed his eyes and allowed her to touch him, even while he was awake and aware. Miku's hand moved slightly from Kaito's hair and brushed against his lips so gently, so gently.

Possessed by a sudden need, Miku raised her body up and moved her face next to Kaito's She felt his breath against her own lips, and gently, gently, so softly pressed her lips against his. He didn't respond, didn't wake, and Miku moved away from his face, her lips tingling very pleasantly, her stomach full of quiet pleasure.

Miku softly returned her head to its pillow of Kaito's arm, and trailed her hand across Kaito's chest, watching him for a long, long moment. Feeling his warmth and smelling his scent. Admiring him wrapped up in her blanket. Miku's eyes slowly began to close, as the warmth and quiet and pleasure of Kaito's proximity relaxed her body.

In a few more moments, Miku's breath evened out and became rhythmic in sync with Kaito's own breath. The pair slept quietly on the couch, and next to the couch, their faces peaceful, as if they could sense each others' presence even in the midst of their deep, dreamless sleeps. The night drew on, and eventually, the morning sun broke on the horizon, spilling over the two Vocaloids' still, quiet, sleeping forms.