(AN:/) Welcome to my new fanfic, Lifeless Treachery, Fabricated Hope. Hopefully I can continue writing this one, and like how it's written. I don't own Vocaloid, but I own the plot and words of this story. Please be courteous to me, and read the author's notes at beginning and end for anything important. Thank you for your patience, and please enjoy.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall...
Who's the deadliest of them all?
Golden locks spilled over the white arm. The coat of the blue haired male was turning red where the golden child lay in his arms. She was cold, lifeless. The blue police uniform beneath that white coat was also soaking up the blood. A horrific casualty in what was one of the deadliest hostage situations.
A boy, nearly identical to the girl in his arms, was dragged out the first officer's partner, kicking and screaming. While he was obviously distraught, it did not help that the child was cursing like an adult, blaming the police for everything.
"FUCK YOU! YOU LET MY PARENTS AND SISTER FUCKING DIE! DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL! YOU'RE NOT PROTECTORS, YOU'RE FUCKING PIGS THAT HELP WHEN CAMERAS ARE INVOLVED!" At the second officer being both bitten and punched, the first had no choice. Giving the solemn order with regret in his eyes, the child was given a mild shock with a taser.
It had been enough to send the golden hatred child to the ground, twitching slightly. Weak from having his nervous system attacked, the best he could do was lol up, gritting his teeth. "D-Damn you..." A medical responder picked up the child, strapping him into a gurney and onto the ambulance.
Several vans from the mortician's office had to be called in. That boy was the only survivor... Who knows if he could give any statement, with his situation?
Seventeen year old Kagamine Len frowned in the compact mirror in his hand. A light touch fixed his make up, lips colored the red of juicy, just ripe cherries. Fixing the ribbon around his waist and checking the mascara adorning thick, luxurious lashes, the blond smirked. The white haired male at the door simply gave a low whistle at his friend, grinning.
"When you're not moping in the school uniform or pajamas, you clean up nice. Nice to see you come out for a night, Lenny." The blonde would have chucked a cushion at the other, but opted to laugh, cherry lips plump and oh so... Kissable.
"I'm not a piece of dirt that just needed a good scrubbing, Piko." Tying up the straps of black heels, the sight of the blonde's emergence from the room elicited an amazed gasp from Namine Ritsu, a smirk from Shion Taito, and a squeal from the only girl, Hatsune Miku. Placing a black fingernailed hand on his hip, it cocked out, causing the skirt to ride up as it revealed a few inches of creamy though that the males were just drooling to taste.
"You guys thought I wore the girl's uniform for nothing, I'm assuming." The others stammered a little, but Len just smiled a bit. Laughing after a moment, Len walked down the hall, letting them out first. Mumbling that he'd be home, a soft frown tugged at red lips. He was alone as ever, so it wasn't as if he would ever hear a welcome home. Sighing mentally, the group transcended the staircase of the complex. Climbing into the backseat with Miku and Piko, Len took up the middle seat. Since the blond rarely left home, it was his choice of venue for tonight.
"Move over Taito, let me drive." After some strangely miraculous switching around in the car, Len sat proudly in the front seat, gently stepping on the pedal with a heeled foot. The place was nondescript, downright dilapidated looking. After strange looks, Len shook his head, smirking.
"You'll see." Nodding and having a quick word with the tall security guard, the blond teen simply was able to get in with his friends - not only free of charge, but with promise of no ID checks. How Len hooked up such a connection was unfathomable, but perhaps it was an old family friend… Or something of the sort.
Inside, just down the hall and a small flight of steps, a paradise of a club existed. Perfect lighting, perfect music… And a small, but definitely interesting crowd. Smirking a bit, the blond simply winked to his friends, whispering.
"The owner owes me for helping him through a rough spot, so I get to come here for free and never get checked." His voice was kept low. "It's a hotspot for druggies and cops too, so careful. If anyone asks you for an ID, just say 'check with the bartender'. Make sure the bartenders know you're my friend. Just my name works. Plus, it's better to disperse… Pretty small, so there's no worry of getting lost."
The others nodded, and only Miku stuck by Len. With how feminine his dress and appearance naturally were… Well, they looked like two girls having a night on the town. Being that the others were protective of the two, they made sure to keep a watchful eye over both Len and Miku.
The deejay changed the song to something slow, and, as if enchanted, Miku began to waltz around with Len, laughing and having a great time. While the two weren't dating at all, sometimes one would think so, judging by their actions and words. Miku was more… Len's light. She guided him through some of the worst times of his life, while he helped her out the same. She was his best friend, and he, hers.
A blue haired man gripped Len's fragile shoulder, turning him around. After a quick glance, eyes widened.
"You wouldn't happen to be Kagamine Len, would you?"
Ice hued tints narrowed severely, lips curling from their previously happy grin into a deep, crimson frown.
"Officer Shion. I would ask if you so kindly get the fuck away from me. You're a fucking liar." Pushing him off none too lightly, the others immediately flocked over to the scene. The deejay had even lowered his music, the dramatics of such a commotion too entertaining to miss.
"Look. I apologise deeply for the distress that was caused to you, but do you see? We couldn't do anything - " Len cut him off with a smack to his face - assault on an officer of the law was punishable. Len knew that, but he didn't care at this moment. Not to mention that there was a group of teenagers at an alcohol-serving club. That was even worse.
"Fuck you. You and your fucking goons you call a police squad are nothing but shit. You swore to me you would protect us. You swore to all of us. And what happened? What fucking happened?" The heeled teen dragged the casually clothed officer down by his scarf, snarling in his face. "Everyone fucking died but me. You can't just waltz on in and apologise and think you can erase away thousands of bullets, hundreds of blood splatters, and the dying screams of your own parents, and your own twin sister, from someone's head. Fuck. You."
Dumbfounded, his friends could only watch his retreating form, before managing to scrape up an apology, running after the fuming teen.
Rubbing both neck and cheek, the officer stood there with a small frown. Len was right… A simple apology could never erase such pain. Nothing could. Officer Shion Kaito knew that. But the twenty three year old wanted so badly to change the teen's views…
How could one change a fabricated heart?
Phew. This took a good… Forty five minutes? Surprisingly long for me, considering how short it took to write. The words just flowed from my fingertips. The editing is done by a couple of friends, the writing by me. Please, read and review if you enjoyed. I honestly would like to see some critiques, moreso than just general liking. Thank you for reading.