Hi guys! Since I can't seem to keep my attention on one piece, you have this!

Disclaimer: Don't own Vocaloid. Just the plot, like usual.

Tip toeing around an abode that they didn't have the right to be in; the lanky intruder was as calm as they could be. Their dark eyes scanned the surroundings even though it was somewhat useless to do so. The others that lived in the home were already asleep, but it couldn't hurt to just look around to see what the place was decorated with. It was actually a decent house.

There were spotless, snow white walls and dark wood floors that went throughout the house, minus the living room that had dark forest green carpet (the curtains were the same shade of green) and black colored leather furniture (a couch and a recliner, to be exact) and the kitchen that held white cabinets, cupboards, and drawers along with black countertops, sink, and tile (as well as a black stove and microwave) which also had the dark forest green colored curtain for the window. On the wall that was on the right when you walked up the staircase, which curved outward right, and left when you walked down it, there were three pictures. Sure, there were other things to look at on the wall, but it was the pictures that they couldn't stop looking at on their way up.

The frame on the left, when you looked at them straight on, contained an image of a couple of the opposite sex variety.

The woman had blonde hair. The trespasser couldn't tell the length of her locks but she had beautiful, dark, ocean-blue eyes that anyone could envy if they wanted to. Her skin was pale, but not a deathly looking shade and she wore a simple white dress and a pearl necklace, from what all could see for jewelry on her- minus the ring on her ring finger, which was more than likely her wedding band. The female in that picture also had her makeup applied lightly and the teeth that could be seen in her smile were as white as freshly fallen snow. Just like the fabric she wore and the stones around her neck. She was unmistakably breathtaking.

Now, the man that was with her was a different story. He was...decent. His short, brown and slightly gray hair was slicked back, minus a chunk of bang that stuck out and hung there at the same time (though some of it was cut off in the portrait since the male was so huge he almost didn't quite fit) and had outstanding gold eyes, which probably was the most attractive thing about him. The smile/grin/whatever the hell it was, that bore insanely large teeth, could easily compete with the Cheshire cat's. His black dress shirt, that didn't even come close to hiding his twenty inch gold chain around his neck, looked like the buttons on it would pop off any second, though his black pants seemed to hold together just fine. The big, overworked hand that had his own wedding band on it was on top of the woman's small, delicate hand; almost covering it. But they, of course, looked as happy as could be. The person who was staring at the picture at the moment wondered if they were seeing fake love in their eyes or if it was actually true.

Looking over completely to the right, one would see the 'skeleton' that held the next photo. Inked into the specialized paper were three children. Two of them looked to be the same age, perhaps young teenagers, while the other was a baby and still dependent on being held, carried around, and pretty much being taken care of. All of them had the hair color of their mother, but only one had the eye color of their father, which was the baby. The elder ones, who looked like they were twins since they looked almost alike even though one was male and the other female, had aquamarine colored eyes.

The girl in the photograph was next to her opposite with her head on his shoulder. Though she held a smile that showed no pearly whites, her irises sparkled to express more of her childishness than the way she presented herself. She had on a light, cotton candy pink, sleeveless dress and a big white bow on the top of her head that held her almost shoulder length, yellow hair that was left down with bobby pins in her bangs all in a disarray. The girl also had a birthmark on her neck, close to her collarbone. It looked like it was in the shape of a treble clef. The black colored mascara and eyeliner she had applied made her eyes seem even brighter, but that was the only makeup she wore, or what could be noticed, at least it looked like she was, and one could see the minimum of one white, dangle hoop earring as well, though there was more than likely one more that was probably hidden by her twin brother's body.

Speaking of the eldest male in the print, he looked exactly like his father fabric wise. Minus the color of the silk dress shirt, which was red, he had everything. He also had a birthmark, in the same place as his sister's but in the shape of a bass clef. His short, blonde hair was pulled back, making a tiny ponytail behind him, and it let show that the male had ear piercings himself. On both sides he had tiny, possibly fake diamonds. His smile was like his twin's, showing no teeth and in his arms was the younger boy and sibling in the portrait.

Being wrapped up and held in a sea foam green blanket, the baby was staring at whoever would be looking at the image like he was saying "Oooooh..." The only way one could tell that the child was male, aside from the fact that his name was on the blanket and that it had black fish and boats stitched into the fabric, was from the way he was dressed up. Someone had put the kid in a grey button up shirt that looked like his older brother's and father's but it didn't have the slick look of silk that they had.

In the framework in the middle of the other two, it was an image of all five of them. Both of the women were sitting in front of the two elder males. The mother held the baby with the father's hands on her shoulders and the daughter held her hands in her lap while the older son had his hands on her shoulders too. All but the baby, of course, were smiling.

"Good lookin' family," the trespasser said quietly to themself with a smirk as they continued to go up the stairs.

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A young male sang quietly to himself while he listened to his music before turning it into humming, being considerate for the resting female body in the room. Sure, it was almost four in the morning but it wasn't completely his fault that he woke up and couldn't fall back asleep. He tried for at least an hour to. His sister had probably been talking or violently moving around in her sleep to jolt him from his own slumber. Ah, the "benefits" of being a light sleeper... Grand, is it not?

The teenager silenced himself when the sounds of footsteps going by. Strange, though… The shadow that he saw under the edge of the door (despite it being so late, it was pretty light) was going from left to right instead of right to left. He looked to his left, but saw his sibling still out cold. Settling back down, he let himself to leave it at that he probably just missed his mom or dad walk by the first time. It wasn't like it was a big deal anyways.

Not even five minutes later, he heard voices coming from his parents' room. The boy rolled his eyes at the thought that his mother and father were going to have sex and turned over to his stomach (wasn't like he hadn't heard before). He thought as he reached for his music player, At least take the baby out of the room…

He paused and continued to listen as he took out his earphones with a small frown. It wasn't soft squeaks and creaks that he heard, but rapid, hard thuds and bumps. Turning off his music, the boy sat up and stretched before he stood up. If his parents were up and going already, then he could help out by taking care of the baby.

Hopefully he'll be in a good mood, he thought as he walked into the hallway before he froze.

The teenager picked up his pace and barged into his parents' bedroom when he realized that the loud bang he heard and the crying he was hearing could have meant his little brother was injured. When he entered the room was something he couldn't ever imagine. Not even in his wildest thoughts.

His aquamarine eyes were wide as they scanned the area. Everything in the space was in disarray; sheets from the bed all on the floor with blood drying on them, books on the ground, broken glass, and, of course, the little one on the flooring with his crib next to him on its side. The sounds of a physical fight finally filled his ears before he caught a noise that sounded like a moan.

"H-Honey…" He looked over at the heap of bedding.

He hurried over and pulled all of the layers of fabric off of the woman beneath. "Mom…"

The female was breathing raggedly and lying in a small pool of blood, her skin going pale. She raised a hand and weakly cupped the teen's cheek after he got to his knees. The mother stroked her son's cheek with her thumb as she spoke in a whisper. "Get your brother…and sister and get out of here," she ordered. "Get help too."

"No," he said. "All of us will get out."

"Bastard…!"

Before he could fully look back at where the deep, male voice came from, the blonde was forced to look back at his mother. "Get out or hide. Do you understand?"

With a short, quick nod the boy got back up and went to the other side of the king sized bed, collecting his crying baby brother and his pacifier. When he turned around he saw both his father and someone else getting closer to the door of the master bathroom and he panicked. He had a child in his arms and both their lives were in danger. What was he going to do?!

Not having a second thought cross his mind, the teenager headed straight for the closet on his left and sat down on the floor deep inside the dark place. He held his younger sibling close and gave the rubber toy to him to help soothe the kid while he spoke gently to comfort him and listened to his father and the intruder continue to struggle. What was going on? Why was this happening?

This's just a dream; he thought and rocked himself slightly. This isn't actually happening at all and I'm just in bed asleep with my music in!

He slowly moved, holding the baby in one arm, once the noises seemed to cease to have a look. His eyes went wide once again at the sight of a brunette, short haired being slicing his father's throat from ear to ear. Blood sprayed everything in front of both of them and some of it even hitting the teenager. The only sound that filled the room was the father's gargling.

The blonde turned his attention to the killer with a glare as he set down his brother once his father's sounds came to an end. He was met with a half smirk coming from the other person. They had to be sick in the head. "Are you gonna kill me now?!" he yelled at them.

With a drop of the blade in their hand and a wave, they said, "Later."

"Oh no you don't!" he hollered at the now escaping murderer, standing up and chasing after them.

He stopped when he was halfway through the hallway before hearing footsteps coming from behind him. Turning back around, he went back to his parents' bedroom and as soon as he got to the doorway there was a sound of breaking glass. He dashed and stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of the broken window. He poked his head outside and couldn't see them. It was like they disappeared!

The teen slowly brought his head back to be fully back in the house and looked at his mother. He knew once his eyes focused on her that she wasn't still around. With a shaky sigh he walked over to a nightstand, grabbing a knocked over phone. He pressed only three numbers before placing the device on his ear. The male understood that the blood on him wasn't going to leave a good first impression, but he didn't care.

He headed to the closet and picked up the baby he had left there as the phone was connecting with the number he dialed. He then left his mother and father's room and entered the bedroom he and his sister occupied and bumped her bed. He continued doing so until she sat up. "What?" she whined and rubbed her eyes, seeing the blood on her brother when she was done. "…What did you do?"

The male only shook his head and indicated to her to come along. She obliged and followed her brother.

All three of the children were halfway down the stairs when the phone finally connected.

"911, what's your emergency?"

The male teenager quickly cleared his throat before he spoke. "Our parents have been murdered."

Criticism is welcome. Constructive or not, doesn't matter. It's just nice to know what others think before continuing. (: