AN-Ok since I'm one chapter away from finishing my more popular story I decided to go ahead and post this. It was originally gonna be a simple one-shot since this is a branch story from my oneshot "Among the Flock." But I got inspired like crazy and ideas just kept coming and now it's too long to be a oneshot. So it's chaptered. Enjoy.
I feel I need to give Kaito something since I killed him off in my LenxRin yandere fic anyway D= Kaito's my ice cream buddy. I love him.
Plus, there's not enough Kaito x Meiko love Dx
Disclaimer: I do not own Vocaloid or the fanmades Meito, Mikuo, Gakuko, or Zumi.
Kaito sits silently in the living room as his aunt prepares his breakfast. The six year old can faintly catch the combining scents of bacon and eggs frying, perhaps in the same pan. But that isn't what he's looking for. His taste buds crave a different sort of meal. Some may find this craved food somewhat disgusting, but he's been fed nothing else for a while now, and lucky for him, he loves it.
"Alright, Kaito. Come get it..." He hears the lazy voice of his aunt call. Scrambling quickly, on all fours, the boy makes his way into the kitchen. Already a bit of drool was dripping from his lips. Finally his cerulean eyes find what they search for. A blue dog bowl sat on the floor near the back counter. Engraved into it was the name Kaito (even though he couldn't read it himself.)
Kaito scrambles to the bowl eagerly, licking his lips. Inside was his craving. Raw meat. He instantly dives into the meal, savoring every bite of the meat, cold from being left in the refrigerator. Good. It was better cold.
As he eats, the bowl eventually begins to move backwards until he has pinned it against the wall. His name tag, on his black collar, makes sharp 'ping' sounds as it hits the side of the bowl repeatedly.
His eyes leave the sweet food for a spilt second as his uncle walks into the kitchen. The man takes one disgusted look at his claimed 'nephew' before taking his seat. He sips his coffee a few times before adjusting his tie.
His small six year old daughter eventually follows him into the kitchen. She's still in her pajamas and rubbing her brown eyes sleepily.
"Good morning, Papa. Good morning, Mama." She says sleepily. Her mother turns and smiles, replying with a "Good morning, Meiko" of her own. Her father replies with a grunt. He's too focused on the sloppy eating of the house pet.
"That's just...." he begins but trails off. His wife turns.
"What?" She asks. He gestures to Kaito.
"Must you feed it such disgusting things, Zumi?" He asks. "The way he eats is just...repulsive."
Zumi rolls her eyes.
"And what should I feed it, Meito? The good meat? That's for us." She says, placing some of her white hair behind her ear.
During this, Meiko has wandered over to a happy Kaito, having finished his meal. She tenderly pats his blue hair and smiles.
"Kaito's a good boy, right?" She asks sweetly. Kaito gives a small dog like bark in return.
"Meiko, honey, go get dressed while Mommy finishes your breakfast." Zumi says sweetly to her daughter. Meiko obeys, leaving the room and traveling upstairs.
The white haired woman then turns on her husband.
"Why must you complain about everything in front of your daughter?" She asks. Meito is taken back.
"What do I do wrong?" He replies.
"Just because you're spoiled and like to complain about everything that doesn't go your way doesn't mean you should teach Meiko to behave the same way." She replies angrily.
"Me?Spoiled? I'm not the one who asks to be taken to the most expensive restaurants weekly! Or the one who buys everything her husband can give her! Even though she chooses such slutty clothes!" The brunette man stands suddenly, his hands propping him up on the table.
"How dare you?! I do not dress like a slut!" Zumi all but yells back. Her perfect white teeth grind together angrily.
"That's not what they guys at the office say when you pay your little visits." Meito replies.
"Well at least someone notices. You hardly even touch me anymore!"
"Who would want to!"
Zumi gives a short, but sharp, gasp. Suddenly, she turns to place what she has cooked of the food onto a plate and turns off the stove. She then exits quickly into the living room.
"Make your own damn breakfast!" She yells.
Kaito, having watched all this while sitting next to his empty bowl, looks to his uncle. The man is quiet and still for a moment before marching out the back door. The fourth time this week. Twentieth time this month.
Later that night, Meiko sits on the floor of her bedroom. She flips through the pages of her colouring book looking for any pictures she has yet to mark. Kaito is curled into a ball next to her, watching the pages flip. One of his hands, who's fingers are curled into a paw-like formation, idly toy with a red colored pencil.
Meiko quietly hums to herself as she travels the pages. She finally stops on an uncoloured picture of a German Shepard. The brunette studies the picture, her brows coming together. Kaito lifts his head from the floor to look at her as she faces him.
"Kaito...is a dog, isn't he?" She asks. Kaito sits up upon hearing his name. As usual he sits in a canine-like manner. Meiko's hand lifts to gently pat her knee. Kaito comes closer on her command and then sits back down. She begins to pet his head.
"Mama says you're a dog....but you don't look like a dog." She says quietly. Kaito is quiet, unable to communicate a response.
"You look like this." She says pointing to a coloured picture of a boy playing in a Field.
"You even wear clothes like a person." Her eyes scan over Kaito's outfit. A short-sleeved white T-shirt, a black pair of pants and a long blue scarf that often traveled down his back to hang off his end to look like a blue tail of sorts.
Kaito whimpers quietly, leaning into her touch. His curious blue eyes gaze curiously into her deep brown ones.
The two suddenly jump as a loud 'bang' echoes through the house. Meiko stands and quickly exits the room, Kaito following her. She stops on the top step of the staircase and stares down into the living room. Kaito takes the step below her.
The startling sound seemed to come from the front door being thrown open by a messy looking Meito. In his hand is an empty bottle of alcohol. He's been drinking but not enough to be classified as drunk. But enough to effect his balance. He stumbles a bit as he slams the door shut again.
Zumi enters the living room, in her night gown.
"Meito? Where have you been? Do you know what time it is?!" She says irritatedly.
"You don't....need to know where I've been, Woman." Meito says with a bit of a slur. The bottle drops from his hand.
"It's a bit obvious where you've been, don't you think?" She replies.
"You...have pissed me off for the last time, Zumi." He says, raising an arm to point in her direction.
"What? You want a divorce? Fine! I'll just take Meiko and that brat of my sister's and-" Her words are cut off by the blade forcing it's way into her throat. Her hazel eyes widen to stare at the crazed look in her husband's. Meito thrusts the knife deeper until it's visible through the back of her neck.
The only sound in the room is the gurgling noises emiting from Zumi's open mouth.
Meito then shoves her. Her body falls to the ground, blood pooling around her head. The knife twitches in her skin as she moves her neck, but eventually falls still as the last bit of air escapes her lips.
"Bitch.." Meito mutters loudly. Suddenly the room is filled with a high pitched sound. Kaito turns, wide eyed, to his shreiking cousin. Meito also looks up at his daughter, pulling a pistol filled with three bullets inside from his pocket.
Meiko forces her fear filled body to move, pulling along Kaito by his scarf.
"Come on Kaito! Come on!" She says desperately, although the blue-haired boy keeps with her pace the whole way. They dash back into the girl's bedroom. Meiko turns and locks the door before running to her closet. She pulls Kaito inside with her before sliding the door shut.
Already Meito's footsteps are heard pounding slowly up the staircase.
"Meeeeiiiiikkkooooooo..." He calls sweetly, his voice carrying through the walls. "Come to Papa, sweety! He's got a surprise for you."
Meiko cuddles herself against Kaito, her body shaking violenty.
Suddenly the door begins to shake as Meito attempts to open it.
"Open the door, Meiko." He calls through the door. When Meiko does not obey he begins to shake more violently.
Kaito and Meiko watch, through the blinds of the door, in terror as the door comes off the hinges and lands on the soft white carpet of the room. Meito steps over it. On his face is a mixture of anger of excitement.
Kaito's ears pick up the clicking of the metal pistol as Meito toys with it in his hands.
Meiko clings to her cousin/pet. He in turn rests his head on her shoulder. He can feel hot tears soaking through his shirt.
"Meiko...There's no reason to hide from Papa." Meito says, already becoming tired of this game of Hide and Seek. His eyes scan the bedroom, looking for hiding spots.
He looks under the bed, behind the curtains, in the connected bathroom, before finally becoming aggravated.
"Meiko! You come out right now!" He screams, slamming his fist into the wall.
Meiko's grip around Kaito tightens, while he watches, horrified, as Meito's lidded eyes finally land on the closet. He stumbles quickly to the door while emitted a quiet giggle. Meito wasn't expecting a blue haired boy to suddenly tackle him to the ground.
Kaito, growling loudly, had waited until the man had opened the door to make his move. Meito, being intoxicated and unsuspecting, had fallen for it, landing on his back. He took a few bites and scratches from the boy on top of him before throwing him off. He smirked upon hearing the thud of Kaito hitting the wall.
He looked to his cowaring daughter huddled in the closet. Tears streamed down her cute little face and her teeth chattered in her mouth. Her body shook as if she were in an earthquake.
"N-n-n-no! P-please!" She tries desperately. But the smirk on her father's face doesn't falter. He raises up his right hand, ready to pull the trigger on his pistol....but it wasn't there. His hands were empty.
His eyes scan desperatly along the floor for the gun, but his ears detect it first. His head turns sharply, to his nephew who has unclenched his fingers to hold the gun in his small hands. A bit of blood was leaking from atop his skull, and had to lean against the wall as he sat, but his face held a look of anger as his finger waves above the trigger.
Meito scowls and begins to make his way towards the boy. But he doesn't get very far before three bullets are sent into his brain. He falls to the ground, instantly dead.
Kaito stares wide eyed at the man, his fingers moving back to form the usual paw. The gun drops to the ground. He pants loudly as he stands on all fours once more.
Meiko's head appears around the door, looking fearfully at her dead father.
"What are we dealing with, Gakuko?" The detective asks his partner. They stand in front of the large house that is the Sakine Residence. Scattered across the lawn and inside the house are fellow officers. Gakuko lifts a note pad to her face.
"Uh..looks like...here." She says finding the right page. "Um...Two bodies. Identified as Mr. and Mrs. Sakine. Mrs. Sakine was stabbed once in the throat, and Mr. Sakine was shot in the head multiple times." She says.
"By who?" Asks the detective.
"Well it looks like Mrs. Sakine was stabbed by her husband, and then he went after the children. One being his daughter, the other his nephew. He tried to kill them, boy snatched the gun," The purple haired woman holds up her finger in a gun like formation and jerks it, "bang. Bang. Bang. He goes down. But that's only what the little girl says."
The detective sighs and slides his fingers through his teal coloured hair.
"No comment from the nephew?" He asks, turning green eyes toward the ambulance where two small children sit inside.
"Well....here's the thing...He...doesn't talk." Gakuko says.
"What?!"
"Calm down, Mikuo!" Gakuko raises up her hands in defense. Her partner was so easily tempered sometimes.
"....Sorry. Just...he's plenty old to be talking don't you think?" Mikuo asks.
"It appears the boy, the girl too, thinks he's a dog....I think there might have been some abuse toward him. According to their neighbor, Mrs. Sakine didn't have a good relationship with her sister. A few years ago she died and our vic here got stuck with the child. Looks like they brainwashed the children into believing he's a dog." Gakuko says. Mikuo sighs again and rests his face in his palm.
"Just my luck." He mutters. "Who called the 911?" He asks suddenly.
"Uh, next door neighbor. Megurine Luka. Heard the gunshots and immediately dialed 911."
Mikuo once again looks to the ambulance.
"Well...let's get this over with." He says.
The young girl looks up to the detective as he walks toward her and Kaito. Meiko instantly has a dislike for him, but she does nothing to show such emotions.
"Hello. My name is, Detective, Mikuo, and this is my partner Detective Gakuko." He gestures to the purple haired woman beside him. "What's yours?" he asks the girl with honey in his voice.
"Meiko." She replies quietly. He smiles.
"It's nice to meet you, Meiko." He says. His eyes move to Kaito beside her.
"Who's your friend here. He doesn't seem to talk much." He says and she gives him a confused look.
"Of course not. Kaito's a dog. They can't talk." She says. Mikuo's brows come together for a moment.
"Do you wanna tell me what happened tonight, Meiko?" He asks. The girl looks down sadly. Her hand reaches up to begin petting the top of Kaito's head.
That night was the worst night of the two's lives. Not only where Meiko's parents slain before her very eyes, Kaito was to be taken away from her. To a place that would help him with his....identity crises. She was sent, fighting, to an orphanage. Every day she would ask to see Kaito, and every night she would cry. Eventually she began to understand that Kaito wasn't a dog, as her mother and father told her, but her cousin. But that fact didn't stop her from loving him any less.
Katio on the other hand....had a hard time discovering the truth. The institution taught him how to read, but he never picked up a single book. They taught him how to speak, but he never said a word to anyone (unless it was required). They taught him how to write, but he couldn't care less. They taught him to walk, and how to correctly position his fingers, but he still chose to travel on all fours, his hands permanently shaped into paws. Really the only thing he did do that they taught him was using the luxuries of the bathroom. It was better than outside and being bathed in a plastic kiddie pool.
An- I'm terrible aren't I? Poor Kaito and Meiko.
I guess this is why I'm good at horror fics though D=