A/N: Kerii-tan: ...And even I thought this story died.
Well, this chapter is an excuse for the absence. And plus, it's been exactly one year since I started it, soooo...
I randomly picked two fanmail, and they just happened to be relevant to the context of this chapter.
Sort of.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Vocaloid or Pokemon or anything.
Warning: language, intentional grammatical/formatting errors, and incidentally intentional kailen (but not really since it kind of happened on a whim, and I don't really support it either. but there's also rinlen so yeah.)

Fanmail from: (I'm too lazy to find your usernames, so I'll just use whatever you signed the fanmail with:) Felicia and Goose.

"Man, it's been a while, hasn't it."

"It has, huh..."

"Un."

"...Do you think they forgot about it...?"

"Hopefully; it seems like they all did..."

The two forever-young blonde twins lounged on the four-seater couch in the living room, relaxing in silence. Len, who was idly counting and organizing his Pokémon cards, slouched upright against the back of the seat. Rin, who was unusually bored and didn't have anything to do, was lying across Len's lap with her legs crossed and feet propped up on the arm of the couch. The two were strangely calmer than usual, and it was an oddity for even Rin to be so quiet. The TV wasn't on, the coffee table had scattered magazines and a remote control on it, and the screen door was opened wide to the deck outside, allowing a breeze to come in and the faint chirps of birds nearby.

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Chapter 8:

The Fateful Return.

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Rin crossed her arms and sighed, leaning her head all the way back against the arm of the couch, and groaned out loudly.

"I'mmmm soooo boooooored..."

Len didn't reply, but responded with a nervous glance.

"Think of something for me to do, Lennnn..."

"Um, help me organize the Pokémon cards? You can sort out the—"

"No!" Rin shot upright, her hair whipping Len in the face in the process. "I want to do something fun, not nerdy."

Len rubbed his face gingerly and mumbled, "It's not nerdy..."

"Well, neat-freaky."

"Mehh."

Rin huffed and leaned back against the side of the couch, her eyes closed. The two remained quiet, so quiet, that no one would even notice they were in the room.

In fact, Kaito didn't.

Len saw a flash of blue out of the corner of his eye and looked up, suddenly. From where he sat, it seemed like the blue-haired man was...creeping into the living room suspiciously. He was clutching something white closely to his chest, and was moving incredibly slow and silently towards the closet next to the TV. Of course, this only piqued Len's interest even more.

"Hey, Kaito..." Len called out, and Kaito practically jumped a foot in the air, dropping whatever he was holding all over the place.

"Ahhh—!" He cried out, instantly kneeling down to pick them all up.

Len got to his feet, (incidentally knocking Rin over onto the floor, who squealed with surprise,) carefully dropped his cards onto the table, and ran over to the mess.

"What are you doing? What're those?" He asked, and Kaito nervously looked at the boy, and laughed quietly.

"Ahahaha... W-Well, see, Len-kun, ummm..."

"Hey!" Len exclaimed, reaching down to pick up one of the white objects and holding it closely to his face. "This couldn't be..."

"What is it, what is it?" Rin asked excitedly, quickly crawling over on her hands and knees.

"No, you two!" Kaito grabbed what Len was holding and stuffed it into his pocket frantically. "You're not supposed to-"

"OMIGOD! That's fanmail, isn't it? !" Rin gasped, and grabbed one of them off the floor, holding it to her face with a grin. "God, I haven't seen one of these in ages. Without 'em, I've been so bored!"

"Kaito, are you hiding them in the closet? Why?" Len asked, leaning forwards in curiosity, and Kaito looked away awkwardly.

"A-Ah, that is..."

"I bet Meiko told you to put those there. Why would you do that? We've been fanmail-deprived for months!" Rin told him, waving the envelope in his face. She pointed to it, and said with a smirk, "These babies are like, gold. They are fricking hilarious."

"Don't listen to Rin, Kaito, she wants fanmail for all the wrong reasons."

"Nuh-uh; like what?"

"You harass me with the embarrassing ones!"

"I used to."

"You still would! That's why you're so bored!"

"...You know me well, dear brother."

Len's face flushed for a moment, but he shook his head furiously. "No matter! But Kaito, c'mon, whyyy?"

Kaito averted his eyes and scratched his head. "Er... Well, I've been hiding them, because they were getting a little ridiculous..."

"Yeah, but Kaito!" Rin whined, leaning forwards. "That won't make them stop, duh! Are you dumb?"

"Hey, Rin, stop being mean! Don't worry, Kaito, I understand."

"HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAA O-M-G."

"Rin, stop laughing so loudly! What are you laughing about?" Len groaned in exasperation and Rin shoved something in his face, snorting.

"Wha..." Len frowned and took the piece of paper in his hands, and read the letter:

"Dear Len,
have you had s.e.x with Kaito yet? i mean you sang Shotarella with him!
-Felicia"

"WHAT."

"Len, don't scream so loud; you sound like a girl." Rin sneered at her brother, who was practically choking.

"O-Oh my—THAT WAS WORK-RELATED OBLIGATION; IT DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING!"

"Len-kun, I agree, stop yelling so loud..."

Len pushed the letter into Kaito's face, which within 4.7 seconds, turned bright red.

"S-SEE? THIS IS WHAT I MEAN—S-SO RIDICULOUS..."

"And I'm not THAT shota anymore, right? It's been a few months! I've grown taller!"

"Yeah, by like a millimeter." Rin cackled with laughter, bending forwards. "I swear, Len, you get the best fanmail, it's like, not even fair."

"Well, what do you think of this one, Rin?" Kaito held a different letter to Rin, who took it into her own hands, which read:

"Dear Len,
Have you ever thought of raping Rin?
Love, Goose"

"KAITO, YOU DUMBASS; THAT ONE WASN'T EVEN FOR ME"

"But it was directed towards you two! How does that feel, huh? Huh?"

"I HATE YOU!"

"I kind of like, don't even want to know..." Len mumbled, and Rin pat his shoulder with a heavy sigh.

"Trust me, you don't. It was even creepier than the one with Kaito."

"Ew." Len shivered, and Kaito's head dropped down in shame, unnoticeably.

"Whew! I've had my fun for today. Ahaahaaa." Rin stretched with a dreamy grin on her face, and flopped back on the couch.

Len nodded in agreement, slowly making his way to the coffee table. "I'm just gonna, go...retreat...to my...Pokemon cards...yeah..."

"R-Right...I'll just...put these away...ahahaha..." Kaito laughed nervously, picking up the leftover letters and pushing them under the door.

And so, all three laughed nervously, and the day was never spoken of again for another four days.

-CHAPTER 8: END-

A/N: Kerii-tan: ...it would be a miracle if I came up with the next chapter plot (or even wrote it soon, anyways).

Anyhow, I guess I won't be doing fanmail in order from now on? I get better inspiration by just writing something from some random idea in my head and finding a fanmail request that is somehow relevant. So you guys can still submit fanmail and I may use it, if it's interesting and good.

Which, by the way, needs clarification about what you can put in your fanmail: questions, comments, and (any type of) support to the Vocaloid. You MAY tell them to do something, but it must be clear and simple. So like, don't tell them to do a series of steps. Instead, tell them to do one thing. If anything, at all.

I mean, this isn't a game show, this is them recieving fanmail and reacting to it, as if it were real life. Yeah?