He lowered the gleaming silver revovler slowly as the man before him fell into the ivory white snow. Red, sticky droplets stuck to his hands and the silver metal. "Kaito!" A girl cried and droppped to the ground next to the now dead blue-haired man. Her two twin teal pigtails curled around the two as she held the man close to her chest. Cold tears whipped away into the cool wind, ghostly wails flowing along freely. The boy holding the gun shifted his blue-eyed gaze to the girl. Her heaving sobs seemed so stupid to him. She shouldn't be crying over that pitiful excuse for a man.

"Why?" The girl asked through sobs. He didn't respond. He couldn't even feel the gun in his hand anymore. It was almost like the murder was commited long before.

But it was still his fault.

"Him and I were the two choices. When you choose him, I got rid of the only other choice." He answered simply. The words would seem so poisonious out of another's mouth, but they came out so soft and caring. As if he hadn't spilt the blood on his hands.

"Why not Rin?" The girl had stopped sobbing and was looking at him with large, puffy, sea-foam green eyes. She didn't get what was wrong with him. He was never like this. She didn't want to hurt him when she coose Kaito over him. But she still ended up as the real murderer.

"She's not you."

He was right. Rin wasn't her. Rin, blond-haired and blue-eyed, stubborn and somewhat crazy was no where near her. She ,with aquamarine hair with matching eyes, was caring and beautiful in her own way. A way that drove him crazy.

"Why Kaito?" She questioned, hugging said man closer to her. He had become her everything and she his. Why couldn't it be left as that? A happy couple while he simply went off and got someone new. But he refused. Refused with calm anger and a gun.

"You're mine and only mine. I'm not one to share. It seemed unfair to you. He was the other choice and you only need one." His facade remained emotionless as her anger rose. Unfair? So it's not unfair when her fiance dies? It's fair if she has to suffer? What's wrong with him?!

"Unfair? What the hell are you talking about?!" She clutched Kaito tighter, her nails sinking into his skin. Len's facade remained blank, only a small glint of smypathy running across his eyes. Miku gritted her teeth and felt the need to strike Len, but she didn't want to let go of Kaito yet. Not until she was dead too.

".."

"Len, tell me! What do you think you're doing that's even remotely fair?! You killed," Her voice broke, silver tears pouring out, her embrace tightening each passing moment. "K-Kaito."

"..." His response only consisted of silence.

"You killed him. Can't you atleast say sorry? Admit that what you did was wrong and foolish?" Miku asked quietly. Len couldn't help but to let out an airy chuckle. To him, it seemed humorous in a way. He had promised himself never to get into anything like Romeo and Juilet or any twisted love story. But he broke it. For her. And he couldn't help but just to laugh. Laugh at his no-longer folish mistake. Laugh at his sobbing beloved before him. Laugh at Death itself.

"No. What I did was not foolish," He walked closer to her and leaned down. "It would have been foolish if I let you go. I won't make that mistake."

The words made her grip loosen on Kaito's body. Somthing about his words seemed so comforting in a way. He may have been a killer, but he was comforting her. "You're a monster." She spat lowly at him. He frowned slightly before replacing it with a smile.

"Let me help you." He pulled Kaito's body from her slackened grip and smiled innocently. "I'll help you forget everything." She stayed still, frozen with bittersweet thoughts. Thoughts of what it could be like if she forgot and forgave.

I don't own Vocaloid, just this small plot of a oneshot. This was way too short. So just read and review. Flames are welcome if creative critism.