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When I went home, I was welcomed by the smell of Ramen in the air. At least there was a warm meal, I thought to myself. I walked in quickly and nearly ran to the kitchen to get warmer. I saw my mom in the kitchen mumbling to herself in Japanese, cursing the cold weather. I walked over to her and kissed her on the cheek as I greeted her before sitting down. Her sharp brown eyes looked over at me with either anger or annoyance.

"You're late you know. Were you with a girl, Mikuo?" she asked in Japanese. I rolled my eyes and rested my head on my palm.

"Why is that always the case?" I asked sarcastically.

"What? Are you trying to tell me you were wooing a boy? Mikuo! Answer me! I need to know if you need to see the doctor for that. You know it's real, right? Men with men, women with women? Their mentality is all messed up!" she yelled as she jumped to crazy conclusion. I groaned and stared at her blankly. She looked tired and worn out. Her once vibrate small face was now oily, aged and wrinkled. Even her black hair was turning thin and gray. I think things hit her the worst when Dad die. She now works both at night in the shop down the corner and during the day as a housekeeper. She doesn't mean to be annoyed or tired, so it's best I just suck it up.

"Mom, relax. I was just working late."

"Sure, you say that now, and next thing I know, you're with a million girls just like your father-"

"Mom."

"What? You are a very good looking man, Mikuo. Once you look pass your hair, you could-"

"Mom."

"Why even your father had tons and tons of girlfriends! He was quite the looker, but I was the best looking girl around, so it was only natural that we got together. See? It's even in your blood to be good looking!"

"Mom!"

"Mikuo, what is it?" she asked as she turned away from the stove and looked at me.

"I got a new job with better pay."

"Oh, really? Why didn't you say something?!" she asked excitedly. "Where is it?"

"At the Hatsune house. I get 1.50 an hour."

"About time!" she said with a playful sigh and a smile on her face. "It's a lot more than what you're earning now. Almost a dollar more!"

I nodded slightly. Minimum wage was about 1.25, but because I am Japanese, people tend to make it so that those laws didn't apply to me and I would work under the table for about 65 cents an hour and sometimes a dollar depending on the odd job I took up. This was going to be my first real steady job, and I was happy to be able to help my mom out. I looked over at my dad's picture she kept on a side table in the corner with his usual offerings. I don't know exactly why, but I could feel as though if he was here, he would have told me his usual motto.

"Perhaps... this is opening a small door to a bigger adventure," I whispered to myself as I drifted off into thought. Maybe because of this job, I'll get bigger and better ones.. or something better.

"Well, this is it," Luki said with a smile as we both looked up at the large majestic house that rested on near the bay that allowed a very mixed feeling of beauty from the ocean and leery because of the view of Alcatraz. It had closed down only 2 years back but seeing The Rock was miserable enough. It's hard to imagine being stuck on an island like that until death or close to it. Perhaps even the view could drive a person insane... "What do you think?"

"It's amazing, but..."

"The Rock? I know. It's actually kinda cool seeing it there."

"You seriously need help," I said quietly as I walked with him up to the house.

The introduction was interesting. I talked to Ms. Hatsune in the living room about my job and what needed to be done. She was a very proud and outgoing woman, to say the least. She was very pretty; green eyes and dark brown hair with a tall figure to her. She looked like she could have been a model or something back in Japan in her day. However, something weird happened when I took off my hat. Instead of looking at me in disgust or bewilderment because of my hair, she looked at me in... shock.

"Your hair... it's... teal," she said like most people would.

"Yeah, I know... The radiation back in Japan messed with my DNA or something and caused this along with my eyes. They're blue, you know, but I'm surprised you are shocked, ma'am. Luki has this same condition."

"No, it's not that I'm shocked. It's just... my daughter has teal hair because of the radiation exposure too. I was just shocked that someone else would have the exact same shade..."

"Your daughter? I wasn't expecting that... Where is she?" I asked before she paused. In the hall's direction, I could hear a faint voice sing. Ms. Hatsune smiled and turned back to me.

"She's down the hall. Miku!"

"No, um, my name is Mikuo. There's an O at the end, ma'am."

"I know. My daughter's name is Miku," and with that, a short, petite girl with long teal twin ponytails came walking in wearing her white night gown and black robe. Her skin was as pale as the moonlight and her eyes were big with wonderment and life. I couldn't help but feel myself freeze in her presence. There was something to her aura that glowed and stung me bitterly. It was a bittersweet feeling that rooted inside my chest, and when she turned to look at me with a smile, I could feel feel that festering sweet pain numb and melt before it grew into something bigger. It's like... when you go on a roller coaster; you're shot up with a feeling of excitement and fear that end up with a bittersweet feeling as you go up to the top, and now, my chest is tightened because at this point, I don't know what to do.

"Hello?" she said happily.

"Oh, u-um, Mikuo- I mean, my name is Mikuo," I said as I lowered my head down in embarrassment.

"I'm Miku. It's nice to meet you," she said as she held out her hand to me. I looked up a bit before taking it and taking it and shaking it lightly. Her palm was soft to the touch and cold... Cold... I liked this cold.

Man, I'm glad she isn't four.

Guns: teehee, response time.

Anime-Addict-no-1: IT IS. QAQ I did not sign up for so much work... and thanks~ I was just kinda messing around with the American time line and I find that WWII- post WWII are the best to write about. And really... I had to come up with something to explain their unnatural hair color and since they are Japanese Vocaloids, I just came up with that. I'll keep working on the story too~

Children of Light: Oh hon, I tend to update daily. :3 Stay tuned please!

AruuYuda-ShoriKyuyu: :3 I promise to keep it up. I hope you'll enjoy it.

No Panda Hug Fo You: PFFT, SHH. You'll hurt Mikuo's feelings like that xD And I love nagging owo It's like encouragement, but because of school, ehhh, it probably wouldn't have worked... *shrugs* And I said I would start doing Vocaloid again! I am a woman of my word... unless it's deadlines OTL I just can't...

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