"Hmmph," She pouted, sitting upright. "But I even added detail this time!" Miku protested, wiggling her left arm, which was still connected to the note she'd written on the carpet in fake blood. Shion swiftly read it: Leeks.
"Are you making leeks for dinner?" He replied, beginning to stand up. Miku nodded. "Then you make leeks while I clean up your murder scene." He instructed, going over to the closet and grabbing the vaccum, some different chemical sprays, and a towel.
"Okay!~" Miku gushed, popping to her feet and skipping into the kitchen with the fake butcher knife still in a position to make it look like it was lodged into her back. Miku began stirring the boiling pot on the stove, which Shion assumed was filled with leeks.
The next day Shion KAITO came home, the same thing happened. Miku was slumped against a wall with an arrow stuck through one side of her head. The day after that, she was dressed as a soldier from the army, sprawled across with the floor with a gun in hand and even official government logos - which Shion didn't want to know where she'd gotten those from. A little later in the week she was even dressed in a dead sunfish costume - which Shion considered closing the door on her for.
On the last day of the week, Miku's death was much like the first. Scrawled across the floor in blood read the words: Bonito. Shion immediately sighed and laughed before lumbering over to the supply closet and grabbing a washcloth and spraying some more stain-removing chemicals on it. Miku opened her teal eyes and watched him as he grinned down at her and began cleaning up the blood on the floor.
"Next time, watch the amount." He grumbled, taking note that she was just sitting there watching him clean.
"Sorry," Miku said, scratching the back of her head with a chuckle - being sure to avoid the fake saws that appeared to be pushed through her head.
"Are we having tataki of bonito for dinner?" Shion asked.
"Yeah - it's on the table."
Shion could never compliment her on her deaths or cooking, because then Miku would instantly get caught up in it. He wiped some sweat off his forehead as he finished up scrubbing and stood up to follow Miku to the dinnertable, where he sat down and began to get himself a plate of the samishi.
Miku tried to start a conversation many times, but who can start a conversation when people are eating? Every time Shion replied she didn't, or vice versa, because they had food in their mouths. This lead to the complete awkward silence at the dinner table as they both ate, while Miku ate with three saws stuck through her matted hair and fake blood across her dress.
Surely if somebody were to walk home and find their wife 'dead,' they would freak out. But to Shion it was normal. He wondered how his wife's deaths had gotten to be so regular to him as he attempted to think back to the first time it happened. She had had a bunch of fake knives pinning her to a wall... but what had moved her to do that?
Back when Miku Hatsune and Shion KAITO had first met, they would drive outside everyday - aimlessly - during the sunset and sunrise. Sometimes they would drive up to a cliff and watch the red colours of the sky as the glowing ball of yellow that kept the world warm rose and sunk over at the horizon. Other times they would travel to the beach and watch the waves crash against the bay and sink their bare feet into the shore and watch the sky a little more. Miku always loved watching the sky - nighttime or daytime, or sunset or sunrise; even the painstakingly bright mixtures of colours the afternoon skies often had.
He remembered that around the time the murder scenes she'd designed began his boss had given him a promotion for his job at work. The promotion required him to be gone most of the time, and it was a really fun job. Shion sighed. He'd been gone so much, he wondered if Miku missed him? Daring a side glance at his wife, they quickly locked eyes, and Miku began blushing. Shion rolled his eyes and smiled jokingly as he stuffed some more raw fish into his mouth.
"Does the fish taste bad?" Miku asked hesitantly, staring at the table. Shion quickly looked up at her and shook his head.
Maybe... maybe she really does just miss me. He thought, examining her saws and blood. All of her dresses had to be bloodstained by now - sometimes Shion wondered how his wife was able to go to the supermarket with no questions asked.
...And if she does just miss me, Shion continued to stay on his train of thought. Are her murder scenes just a way to show her love for me? He wondered, staring harder at Miku.
"Are you sure?" Miku pressed. It took Shion a few moment to finally connect that she was still asking him if the bonito was bad.
"Of course not!!~" Shion promised, waving his hands in front of his face and smiling with closed eyelids. "Why would you think I thought your marvelous cooking was bad?" He questioned, opening his eyes and raising an eyebrow.
"Well, my cooking is sorta marvelous~" Miku agreed, looking upwards. Shion chuckled silently and scratched the back of his head. Here comes her lecture of how awesome she is at cooking... He thought in defeat.
"I was actually asking because the man who sold me the sunfish costume gave me the fish used in the bonito for free. I wasn't sure if the fish was another costume or not, so I cooked it."