IT WASN’T PICO who answered the door, but a shorter blue-haired man. She had been told that, if it was serious, she was to come here and ask if she could crash for a few days. A code set up in case her life had come into danger, which it had. She’d only been here once before, when the two of them had set things up for her protection.
He’d learned about Miku, after all, and hadn’t liked what he heard. But she hadn’t learned anything more about him beyond the fact he lived here… though he was pretty trustworthy, given that Shishou had given him a pass while working with them during the Shem-Ha incident.
❝ Yeah, I know who it belongs to, ❞ she said with a shake of her head, stepping inside once she was allowed access. ❝ He and I worked together for a while on some jobs for Hatsune-san, so we got to know each other a bit. ❞
More like he had gotten to know her more than she knew about him. But that was fine, as long as he didn’t turn out like Miku. The last thing she needed was two Mikus thinking that Hibiki belonged to them and no one else after giving her the cold shoulder. Ugh.
❝ Thanks for letting him know. ❞
Of course it smelled like weed in here. Despite Japan’s loosened stance on the drug due to its benefits from overseas, it was still not really allowed in certain prefectures of the country. This was one of them, though Pico had to get caught with it to get into any form of trouble. A sigh left her as she headed over to the fridge and opened it, pulling out a few ingredients before shutting it and going to start cutting up some vegetables.
❝ I’m going to make a pseudo beef bowl. You want one of your own? ❞
Okay, this was different. At least it seemed that the other understood his signing. Small victories in his mind. It did sound like she knew Pico at the very least. And.. wait. Hatsune.. did that mean.. did she know Miku?! How did this gal know his sister?
Miku Hatsune, a popular idol in Japan who was a big hit in the day and still big to this day. It was thanks to Miku that many people were able to express themselves through various forms of art. Story telling, programming, editing, drawing, music writing, anything and everything under the sun. In a way, Miku was considered an Electronic Angel of Music. She was still an inspiration to this day!
In fact, she was the reason he was even back in Japan to start with. BF had wanted to visit his sister. After that mishap that happened at the mall back in the States, he did feel like he owed her a proper day out and time together as regular people for a change. Even if it was for a day, or even a few hours. As for his girlfriend, she was stuck being busy with family related matters. One of the other reasons that Pico was away too, due to the job he also had as being a bodyguard to her. Though the rapper did reassure her that they could meet up when the could and make a date out of it.
“[No problem. Better I tell him now and not risk being sorry later.]” BF responded with a shrug of his shoulders while he started fishing out his cell phone from his pants pocket and started texting. Giving a subtle coded hint that a friend of his arrived to stay for a few days. There was a small pause while he followed her to the kitchen, curiosity poking at him. “[Hatsune-san.. Time out. Do you know Miku too?]” Watching this girl bring out various ingredients, he tilted his head to one side slightly before the offering was made.
“[Sure! Here, I’ll help.]” The quizzical beep boops turned more to an excited and cheery tone. It seemed that the small man was more than willing to help out. “[Name’s BF, by the by. Short for BoyFriend. Weird, I know, you get used to it.]” Might as well try to introduce himself a bit, since they were going to stay at the same place for a bit.
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