Salem: This story is based on the song "Karakuri Burst" by Vocaloids Rin and Len. In the story, both characters are not related in any way. PLEASE remember this as the story progresses. DISCLAIMER: The song "Karakuri Burst" holds some content that may be offensive as one of the characters is a Nazi and TAKES PLACE DURING THE HOLOCAUST. IF THIS BOTHERS YOU THEN SIMPLY DON'T READ! I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST THE JEWISH OR GERMAN POPULATION! THIS IS MERELY WHAT THE SONG IS ABOUT! Thank you! (Had to put that just in case! :3)

Song: In YouTube, look up "Rin Len Karakuri Burst" then have your pick!

Prologue

Len glared down from the search tower dripping with rain on which he stood, the sinister and menacing search lights revealing the filthy people standing in the mud below him as Kaito threw it over each one of them. Their tear stained faces stared up at him expressionlessly waiting for their orders as they stood trembling in their rags.

Len snorted and turned to Kaito who was adjusting his Field Marshal's cap. "Why do they look at me so?" He asked in the heat of his own vehemence. "They have been aiding her! I know they have!"

Kaito shrugged and spat off of the tower. "What else do they have to live for besides pacing like caged animals? They were born to follow, Sir! Rin is just the flavor of the month to them!" He chuckled.

Len bared his teeth. He shoved Kaito to the side and grabbed the massive search light by its side handle. He swung it around and pushed it down on the hundreds of dirty, petrified faces. They cringed and bawled as the smoldering light flooded over them, blinding them to the point of agony as they fell to the ground. Mud coated their faces and caked in their hair as they threw their hands over their red-rimmed eyes and writhed in torture under their tyrant.

"Where is Rin?!" Len barked down to them. "Was she here?!"

The people refused to respond and helped one another out of the slick mud beneath their ice cold feet. Several of them coughed in sickness as they tried to huddle together for warmth, pressing their indigo faces against one another as they shivered fiercely in a blend of panic and infection.

Len threw his arms in the air. "Answer me!" He reached down and tore the silver whistle from his neck, mercilessly snapping the twine that held it in place. The long and thin cylinder had been in his possession for years and had been engraved with his symbol of power; the Swastika. Len thrust the whistle to his lips and blew hard. Several people below screamed underneath its piercing shriek as the mass turned and ran, desperate to climb the barbwire fence to their freedom. Two soldiers clad in all black, one with cropped auburn hair and one with silky light pink flew from the belly of the tower and kneeled to the ground, armaments clutched resolutely between their slender fingers.

"Meiko! Luka! Raid their quarters for any trace of Rin! Those found guilty I want shot!" Len ordered irately.

The two women looked up and bowed to their General with wiry, sharp-toothed grins spread across their rosy apple like cheeks. Meiko and Luka nodded to one another in stimulation before dashing forward and grabbing people from the chain link fence by the back of their necks. Len watched uncaringly as several adolescent boys were ripped from the fence and slammed to the frosty soil. A set of twins rushed forward in a fit of ear splitting screams, desperately trying to reach their older brothers who were beat brutally in their jaw lines by the unforgiving butt of Luka's riffle, turning their fair skin a luxuriant amethyst hue.

Kaito pulled a cigarette and lighter from his pocket and offered them to his boss. "Sir, this may take the girls a while. Why don't we go back to our quarters and just let them do their jobs?" He asked in a sporty tenor, lighting the cigarette and drawing it to his lips when Len didn't take it.

Len didn't answer back. He was engrossed in the enticing shine of unsullied crimson blood glowing intensely under the tepid yellow light. It reminded him of that wretched blonde woman, of each obnoxious simper she wore across her mug during their several encounters. It brought back the burning sensation of being held at gunpoint each time she appeared before him.

Why won't she get it done?! Len growled irritably to himself. Why does she refuse to shoot?!

Len glanced down at the ashen and scarlet patch sewn to the right arm of his wrinkled ensemble. Each stitch of that symbol screamed out the everlasting duty that clawed like a cadged rat at his heart. He must comb the land to slit Rin's throat and tear apart her puppet mastermind; Hatsune Miku of the Second Race. Len blinked. Mieko's despotic battle cries sounded around the court as she grabbed a woman with hair as black as her heart by the back of the head before throwing her against the glacial side of a sleeping quarter building. Len stared down at his knuckles turning white as he clutched the wet railing of the tower. He didn't flinch when he heard the gunshot piercing through the tin and out into the shadowy night beyond its silver nose, even when he knew all too well that that tip had been stained a soft rose color.

"Field Marshal, prepare the others." He whispered to his acquaintance.

Kaito let out a puff of smoke and flicked the ashes from the tip of his cigarette. "Sir is that really necessary?" He breathed in alarm before coughing against the sting of the tar in his lungs.

Len whipped around and drew the long sword from the black sheath tied around his waist. He bared his teeth and pressed it against the soft flesh of Kaito's throat, knocking the Field Marshal against the tower's siding.

"You dare defy me?!" He barked, pressing the blade deeper into Kaito's neck and leaving a thin, clean, cut.

Kaito struggled to stay on the platform, gripping at the railing in frantic motions. "No Sir! I-I would never defy you!" He choked.

Len studied him a moment. The fear in his cerulean eyes glistened like that of the people below, reminding him that all people were disposable. He drew his wrist back and replaced the elongated blade into its protective cover. Kaito wheezed and grabbed at his throat, running his forefingers across the length of the excruciating, but not fatal, slice. He rubbed the side of his cheek as the cigarette had seared him in the heat of his panic leaving a tiny burn mark just below his left eye. Livid, Kaito tossed the burnt tube of paper over the edge of the platform and coughed.

Len tried to contain his anger. He flung himself back around and grabbed onto the railing, soaking his black gloves in the rainwater dripping from the rooftop above and onto his hands. He gazed at Luka who had lined up all potential subjects in a row with their chests pressed up against the fence. Meiko went down the line and kicked their feet apart with her thick black combat boots. She slowly strode back to where Luka stood. Len could hear Luka count down slowly and ominously like an ailing wind. Three…Meiko raised her riffle and placed the butt casually against her shoulder. Two…The click of the slide broke the silence of the court. One…Her finger rested on the trigger with anticipation as her whole body cocked back. There were six shots. Len counted each one as the bodies of the unfortunate fell in graceful archs apon one another, bathing their shawls in that brilliant ruby shade. He sighed and turned back to where Kaito stood waiting for his orders.

"I want that insane monster found." He whispered as he moved his blonde hair out of the way of his one good eye. "We need to get rid of her as soon as possible."

Kaito nodded. "Yes, Sir. I will tell Gakupo and Lily to search the west plain. Sonika can guard the main station. Does that sound adequate Sir?" He added, still rubbing the blood from his throat.

Len gave a small nod. "I want Rin and Miku alive. I want to see those damn Second Race killers die at my blade!"

For those who know me, the story Beware the Psychotic (Kaito and Meiko) was my first (and sadly still in progress) Fanfic. I really hope followers of that story will read this one as well! I plan to update both more regularly since I have not been consistent, so don't worry! Thanks guys for the support! (P.S. If you watch the vid for this, Len IS SO SMOKING HOT. I mean holy hell people who COULDN'T love him when he's THAT badass? ^/^

With love,

~Lady-Salem