DISCLAIMER: So hello this is a messed up negitoro, all Vocaloids in the story belong to their rightful owners. I own nothing but the imagination, tears and else that are and will be invested in this old styled AU.

Sinful Dementia

~Chapter 1~

Luka's 1st Person Point of View

All I remember is running.

With my pink flowing hair riding the wind and rain in the dead of the night, I was running.

Voices filled with hatred screamed behind me as my bare feet scraped roughly against the cold stone road underneath. There was a faint scent of iron in the air, mixed with wet grass and powder.

The voices were getting louder and the torches lights were glowing brighter, and I knew it wouldn't take them long to catch me even if my horrified gaze was set in the darkness surrounding me, my only guide being the fragmented memories of the village which I used to love few years ago.

Breathing heavily, I kept running as fast as I could. The scent of iron got stronger until it completely filled my nostrils, making me feel lightheaded and dizzy. I recognized it as blood, but where was it coming from?

That would be answered later. The voices were even louder than before, I could already imagine them pinning me against a wall to inject me one full-load of Opium or hit me with a blunt object, torture me in every kind of hellish ways then toss me into a secluded dull room where I would be skinned off by the shadows mocking me from the corners and tormented by my broken mind and heart once more.

Certainly a fate I wouldn't want to meet again.

If only the moon was out, I could at least hide in our abandoned home, the old sake brewing mill. But I can't tell where I am, maybe near the Mayor's house? Dear god, I hope not. Otherwise all the noise will wake up the Mayor and his daughter, thus it will make either one of them or both peek out to see what such ruckus is all about and… I don't want to see their faces. Especially the Mayor's Daughter's.

A lightning struck nearby, giving me a relatively good look of my ambient and I was able to orient myself; we're by the Kamui's household next to the river and they used to be our front neighbors, I need to turn around, I'm almost there! Sadly, my attackers did also see my outlined body with the lightning, or so I thought because I heard one of them yell, "There she is!"

Making me flinch, I knew that voice was owned by one of the Asylum nurses, Miss Ia. A cruel lady of vice and disdain, whose mere purpose in life was to help Doctor Leon open up the heads of the patients just for fun and install them a painful looking headgear.

I don't want to go back there! I won't allow them to catch me! Dad wouldn't like seeing me fall into submission as easily, nor would my big brother Luki.

The loose straitjacket was starting to annoy me and my feet ache, reminding me once again of the blood scent.

I turned around as swiftly as I could and thought of jumping into the water, but my subconscious reminded me that I would drown if I didn't remove the jacket before, so I simply decided to surround the house's backyard and run right towards the front, where the old place I grew up in would be waiting for me.

Thankfully, I remembered where the entrance was and I quickly got into the house as quietly as I could. I sat behind the door and leaned into the wall, peeking outside through a small hole. The lights of the torches were dim and they went the opposite way, a few minutes passing by before the darkness enveloped like a sea once again.

My breathing finally calmed down as I got up and made my way to the room where we would keep food and stuff in case of emergency. Once I got there, I found some matches and lit up a candle, a task that was very difficult, because of the darkness and the fact that the ripped straitjacket wasn't fully off. However, the room was brightened by the fire, allowing me to see.

Walking towards a sharp wooden piece that stuck out from the rotten wall, I managed to cut loose the jacket and the restraintment locks (which weren't made of metal, they were the same fabric of the straitjacket), and I stretched my arms.

How well it feels to be free.

I then picked up the candle and placed it on the table. Looking down, I could see that my feet were bleeding of running so much barefooted and that I had a few scars and cuts in my arms and legs.

"I'll deal with those tomorrow..." I muttered to myself; not that anyone could hear me or reply, anyway.

I sighed as I wandered around the abandoned home while holding the candle in hand. I'd eat something, but I'm pretty sure that all the food here has gone bad already. After all, it's been so many years since the accident...

...Yet I still remember it as if it had happened a few minutes ago.

Broken blue eyes were set upon the window, watching the drops of rain fall from the never-ending black sky as I sat down in my old tatami straw mat.

Why did it have to be them?

Why couldn't it have been me?

...Why did I have to meet her?

Pink, teal, purple, red and blue figures still torment me in my dreams, followed by either ear-piercing screams of terror, a bloodcurdling laughter or my own delusional crying... it really depends.

My pink hair went all the way down to my waist as I clenched my fists in anxiety. It's not fair... it wasn't fair...

Then again, nothing is ever fair in life.