Hey! I felt like writing a Karakuri Burst themed fanfic, so here it is... BTW, it's a spinoff, and I'm adding my own ending to it. Thanks! Warning: GORE! (not too bad, in my opinion, but there is still fighting and blood, and death)

Disclaimer: If I owned Vocaloid, the pairing MikuxLen wouldn't exist. But it does. So screw that.


Rin's P.O.V

"You summoned me, Miku-sama?" I asked while bowing down on a knee. The tealette, who sat on a chair, smirked at me.

"Yes, Rin. It's time," she said. I winced to myself, hating whenever she said those words.

"Already? The other side was let out yesterday as well," I said while nervously twiddling my thumbs. Miku nodded her head, a smirk still planted on her face.

"We are fighting a war here, Rin," she said in a soft voice. Soft, yet not gentle. "You are our finest weapon, our best specimen. Without you, after all, we would be losing terribly. So, be a dear, and quite your complaining?" She said the last words with a hard edge in her voice. I gulped and nodded my head.

"I-I'll go change," I said, and left the room. I came back wearing a revealing red dress with a white coat draped over it.

"Rin, you're showing the wrong eye. Come here so that I can change the parting," Miku said in the same hard voice. I stepped forward as Miku adjusted my hair with a come that she produced out of nowhere, and also tied it into a bun. "Would you like your bow in your hair?" I nodded my head, and Miku fastened it around my bun. "There. All better, eh?" All better in her eyes, defiantly not for me. I looked exactly like how I was a labled: a killer machine. My clear blue eye was covered by the bangs of my hair, so that my only visible eye was my red one. I sighed.

"Kiramashin-" I sighed, knowing exactly what would happen next. That the next time I came to my senses, I would have brutally murdered more and more people, destroying even more families, circulating more hate. I hated when I had to do this, but I had no choice.

"-Activate."

I could feel it taking over.

And then I was gone.

"Ehehe, that took you a long time, Miku," I said with a laugh. "I would have thought that you would have activated me earlier."

"Yeah, yeah, Kiramashin. Anyways, your destination today is at the border. There appears to be a small gathering of soldiers there," Miku said while I strapped one gun in my belt, and another two into my boots. I stuck a knife into my white stockings, and then finally grabbed my favorite two guns and put them in an inside pocket in my coat. I also had a katana around my waist, but it was rare for me to use it. "Remember-"

"No survivors except for a blue haired man if he is there," I said in a bored voice. She said that every time I got ready to get out. "Every going to tell me why I have to spare him?"

"He is a high official who will bring out lots of information," Miku said.

"Bullshit," I mumbled under my breath, but didn't press the matter any more. It wasn't good to press Miku: she could get very angry. I could always take her in a fight, of course, but what would be the point? She gave me orders to kill, I follow, everyone's happy.

Well, except for the people I kill and their families.

"You can leave now," Miku said. I rolled my eyes, but walked to the balcony. Even though it was four stories off the ground, I still jumped off and began running.

Usually the cold air would bother an ordinary person... but then again, I'm not ordinary. Running how much I needed to run- 30 miles- should have been a problem as well. I hummed softly to myself, trying my hardest to prevent myself from stopping to burn down a house or two, or perhaps kill something- or someone. The last time I had done that, however, Miku had been extremely angry. Again, I will keep her happy until the time is right...

I arrived at my destination in about an hour. I slowed to a walk, not even panting. I walked around the small soldier camp, estimating about 250 people, and tried to figure out the best stop to fight. Why not the front, and put on a good show for everyone.

Oh, wait. There would be no survivors.

I stalked my way up to the front in a catlike manner, ignoring the occasional bursts of laughter of shouts. Humans sure are stupid: making so much noise when they know that they are at war. They should know better. Then again, I should, and shoot from a far distance as a sniper, but would the fun in that be?

When I was finally at the front of the camp, I reveled myself, ignoring the gasps and cries from the guards posted. "Go and get everyone ready," I whispered softly. "I want to fight, and I want to fight now." The guards looked at me with wide, comical eyes. I burst out laughing despite myself. There expressions where just so funny!

"W-Who are you?" The man asked. I laughed again.

"Oh? You don't know?" I asked in a taunting voice. "Well, I'm deeply offended. You hurt my feelings." While spoke to the guard, another quickly went into camp. The sounds of laughter and enjoyment ceased, and were replaced by orders being barked out. I backed away some, making sure to give me room for when everyone had finally arrived. The guard tried to stall some more.

"I-I'm afraid I can't l-let you in, l-little l-lady."

"I don't want to come in, silly. I just want everyone to come out. And, what's with this 'l-little l-lady'? Do you not know who I am?" The man gulped.

"Y-You are..."

"That's right. The KiraMashin, or Killer Machine." The man gasped, even though he probably knew that information. I smirked at his reaction, enjoying his fear.

Yes, I'm sadistic.

Got a problem with it?

I suggest you answer wisely.

"Y-You... HELP! HELLLLLLLP!" I looked at him in confusion and irritation.

"Why are you calling for help? I haven't done anything to you yet." I studied the man some more, taking note of the puddle that had gathered under his legs.

"HEEEEEELP! PLEASE SOMEONE!" There was a gasp, and then around 250 people were filling out of the camp, katanas and guns trained on me.

I giggled to myself. "So the fun begins." Everyone gaped at me, and I could count multiple that were shaking in fear. "So you decided to join me in the fun, everyone?" I could feel the adrenaline starting to pump through me, and I smiled to myself. A lady with bright, long pink hair stepped forward, and I gazed at her in confusion. "Why do you keep your hair so long, lady? Wouldn't it be troublesome to fight with that?"

"Are you the KiraMashin?" Judging from uniform that she was wearing and the amount of badges and stars on it, she was general or something.

"You ignored my question... I'm deeply hurt," I said in a mock-sad voice.

"Answer the question."

"As soon as you answer mine," I said.

"I tie it back when I fight. Now answer the question."

"Eh? That's mean, then. That means that you are leaving your men here to fight here, since your hair is down." The lady tied her hair back with a sigh.

"Now would you freaking answer the question?"

"Certainty! I can confirm that I am the one and only KiraMashin! Anything else?" I heard a gasp arise form the crowd. "What, you didn't know it was me?" I said in a joking voice, but inside I was getting annoyed. I wanted to get to the fighting already.

"I suggest your surrender while you can, KiraMashin," the woman said. "There are 276 men here, all ready to sacrifice their lives to take you down." I gawked at the women, and then burst out laughing. I laughed so hard and long that tears erupted from my eyes.

"You think that merely 276 men can take me down? I've taken down thousands at a time. I earned my title from massacre, not from serving tea at small parties," I said. I noticed that the woman's hand trailed to the sword strung at her side, and got ready to launch myself. I scanned the crowd, trying to find the right person...

...She drew her sword...

THERE!

"Fire," she said softly, as I lunged for a tall man a little way into the crowd. I ignored the gasps, and the rain of bullets, and took my two guns out. I then dived for his legs, where people continuously shot at me. Instead of hitting me, however, they hit their own members. Some died, some were just heavily injured. Either way, they wouldn't be able to fight. I giggled to myself as I shot several people in the chest. Soon enough I had cleared a small circle around of me, bodies piling up at my feet.

Suddenly the pink haired women stood in front of me, gun drawn, Katana back at her waist. Everyone stopped shooting for some strange reason. The pink haired women took a deep breath, and then shot.

All time slowed down. I saw the bullets path, where it would go, had it would strike me if it hit me. I lunged for the woman's feet, and then shot upwards, getting her in the shoulder. Her bullet hit a man behind me, killing him. I was about to fire another bullet the women, this time at the heart, when I saw, out of the corner of my eye, a katana coming from out of nowhere. I quickly took my knife out, and caught it, but barely. I was practically laying down on the floor. Why didn't anyone shoot?

The person holding the katana was a purple haired man, who also looked like he had some power in the military. Oh. They wouldn't shoot because they were too afraid of hitting their officials. A expression of pure rage and anger- perhaps he loved this woman?- was set on his face, and he was coming in for the kill.

My arm began shaking from trying to hold off the sword attack, and I gulped to myself. Perhaps... this would be... the end?...

Screw that.

I grabbed the gun I had dropped and shot upwards. The man came out of the lock with sword and knife, and slashed the bullet into two somehow. While he did that however, I lunged with my knife and slashed one of his legs. He look a step back, and then grabbed the woman. He threw her over her shoulder and sprinted away. Before I could follow, the crowd swallowed them up, and I began fighting again, laughing hysterically.

Destruction.

Death.

It's amazing.

Perish.

Everything.

Everyone.

There is no end to this chain.

Humans are frail

brittle

pathetic.

Why not enjoy it?

After another 30 minutes of fighting, me not tiring once, the crowd decreased until there was no one left. I smirked to myself and turned around.

And found that another soldier stood standing.

He had shaggy blonde hair that fell down to his shoulders and had a black cap covering it. A long black coat that went down to his knees and a black katana was drawn. But, what caught my attention, was a eye patch that covered his right eye. His left eye was bright blue. The katana was in rest position, but I had a feeling that that would change in any second.

"WHY? Why did you do this?" He asked, and I noticed that his hand was shaking. Tears were streaming down his face, and I felt a pang in my chest.

Wait. Why do I care about him?

"Oh? Are you angry about what I did?" I asked in the same taunting voice, yet an inner battle raged inside of me. Why was I feeling this? Why did I feel bad about making this mere creature upset?

I am the KiraMashin.

I feel nothing.

Or, at least, I'm not supposed to.

"Why the hell did you do this?" He said again. I carefully adjusted my hair, making sure that my other couldn't be seen. "WHY?"

"For what purpose was I created?" I whispered quietly, feeling my other self beginning to want to come out. I pushed her down, as far as I could.

"You don't have to do this! You could have been good." I let out a bitter laugh.

"I'm a killer. Since when have killers ever been deemed by society to be good? If I entered society, everyone would secretly pretend that they liked me, weren't afraid of me. Don't hate me." I shrugged. "At least this way no one has to pretend."

"Y-You-"

"Would you shut up?" I roared. "I'm not good: there was never any chance for me to be!"

"You're right. There is no such thing as coincidences. Everything is set in stone, everything is good or evil, black or white. I am 'good' so I will hunt all 'evil' down. You are evil. You must go." With that he got in a ready stance with his katana with his right hand, and then drew a gun with his left, left leg drawn out behind him, bent slightly. He raised the gun in the air, training it on my head, and then lowered his katana so that it would stab my gut or stomach, depending on how he put it in.

"Rin, Len, leave!" The father of my best friend said while drawing his katana is his right hand, a pistol in his left. "You must go with Rin's mother, now!"

That stances... it was the exact same.

How did he know?

It was rare- next to impossible- to find anyone who fought like that. I had only found one, and that was when I had been a kid, young and innocent.

"HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW HOW DO TO THAT?" I screamed, and then something strange happened.

I felt fear for the first time of over 6 years of on the battlefield.

I screamed, and sprinted away from the man on the field.

How the heck did he know that stance?

How?

I screamed once more and made my way back to headquarters, ignoring the tears that were streaming down my face as memories flashed in my mind. When I reached headquarters, I flopped down on my bed, gasping heavily. Who the hell was that soldier?


So that's the end of chapter one. It's pretty pathetic, but... (well, actually I have no idea what I'm going to say). This shouldn't be too long of a story, but if I get requested to continue, then I will. Did you like it?

I want one review to continue this story. If I know that one person liked this story, then I will continue. If not, I will delete it, and possibly repost something better in the future. One review (although I would obviously prefer more).

If I do get that review, then next chapter is through Len's P.O.V.