Karakuri 卍 Burst.

Chapter One: How I Became Insane.

The only thing I remember from my younger years was this, unbearable pain and blood dripping along my face.

That plenty explained the bandage covering my left eye… Or maybe the dull hole in which it used to be.

I stared at myself in the mirror. Remembering the mocking face 'Master' had done weeks before. She had one, simple request. But I couldn´t really understand why of all people she had chosen me. Maybe it was because as long as I can understand, I have a debt with her. She claims to have saved me long ago when I was just a child. Not that I can actually remember.

She had summoned me, that wasn´t the greatest thing, at all. I can even dare to say at the time it was not for my benefit… Now I actually believe it wasn´t.

It never was.

I knocked twice and entered the filthy brown room, and received the sight of a woman which seemed not as old as she was, maybe it was because of her perfectly combed hair falling to her sides; or maybe how her teal hair was so freaking long that it reached past her hips. I actually don´t mind that much. She was wearing a lab coat, a white shirt, black nettings and a tie the same color of her hair. She was sitting down in a chair, staring out to the window. Her voice, soft yet demanding rang across the room:

-Come near,- she turned around slightly, -and close the door.- she said while giving me an annoyed glance placing her lenses in the bridge of her nose.

I did as she wished for. As if I was alive only to obey her orders, it was a strange habit of mine to sit on my own legs when in front of her. She smiled sarcastically every time. As if she thought I was her freaking bitch.

But yet, it was the first time she said:

-Stand up.

I didn´t really wanted to, but yet I didn´t had another option.

She cupped my face slightly, smiling brightly at me. Making me blush at the contact, I couldn´t bear her touching me. Of course she would have thought I wouldn´t understand her actions a few seconds later. But I did. She, being frankly enough, was a freaking whore. And the worst thing was that she thought I would never do anything to her…

I received her slap, hearing the echo sounding across the room, keeping my stare right into her eyes, pretending that I hadn´t felt the slightest pain. Yet she seemed angry about it. Gazing irately into my eyes, she took a hold of my loose hair bangs and, dragging me near to her, punched me hard on the stomach. I kept pretending I didn´t felt the pain. But I couldn't help to bend a little bit to the strength.

I wasn´t allowed to feel pain. No one here was.

She took a hold of my upper clothes and almost ripped them apart, leaving me almost naked (if it wasn´t for my white, long coat and some reveling garments I was forced to use). She threw me to the floor, and I fell on my hands and knees. She placed her shoe-less feet on my back and kicked me down with a single blow.

I hated being so weak.

-And now that you are almost in the perfect position…- She said sitting again crossing her legs on the old chair and grinning at me; as if she would start laughing, non-stop, yet she only let go a soft chuckle.

She was chuckling at me, to be more direct.

She was thinking she was superior again. I hated that. She actually was repulsing.

I raised my gaze, expecting, just as always, her degrading treat.

What was it going to be this time?

Kiss her feet? Amuse her? Taking my clothes off to the point of exposing my femaleness? Beg for her pardon? Or even worse: Beg for my life? I hated her. I hated how she degraded me with simple words and acts; I hated how she sold my body to anyone having enough money to pay her fee. I hated how she used me as her joker. And everything certainly was, for her own pleasure.

-You´ve got to praise me, as if I was your unique goddess.

She had given me a command and I actually had to do it. I straightened my back when she shook her finger.

-On your elbows and knees, as if you were actually begging for your life. I want to see you, as if you were actually scared, as if you could feel- She said, her bare foot maybe too near to my face.

I lowered my gaze just a little, trying to look vulnerable to her. My not-so faked act seemed to be enough for her. She smiled a little bit while staring at me, her blue eyes strangely turning hollow and darker than usual. She covered her mouth with her long, teal painted fingernails, trying to hold a little chuckle. Her foot rose from the floor, the darkened skin (due to her nettings), got nearer and nearer, until it touched slightly my chin. She raised her foot, slightly so I would look at her fully; my hair falling over my left eye, completely hiding the bandages behind blonde bangs.

'For what was I created?'

To be fooled at, maybe?

She smiled mockingly, in an attempt to hide it again; she smiled behind her long and girly fingers, her eyebrows bending over her lenses, giving her a sarcastic look. I stared to her window in a sudden move, the thought of seeing a yellow flash wandering outside the gardens, left my mind instantly as I saw no one.

As normal, I combed my hair to a perfect bun, using the same ribbon to hold it up, placing the red roses to the side of my head, just as always.
I stared sadly to the scar that traveled along my face and while touching softly the bandages over my eye, I wondered again how in hell I had done it…
But, maybe the one along my face wasn´t the worst scar now that I think about it. My body was filled with them, some along my chest and another on my right leg, some in places I´m not allowed to say the name. Yet, I still can´t understand why there are also bandages over my neck, as if someone had tried to strangle me to death and the mark had never left. That was the impression I had.
I took a quick glance in the mirror; my blonde bangs falling over the bandages, the ribbon; that was firmly attached to my hair; showing from the sides; the stainless color the ribbon had, made my face become soft, the red roses; placed on the ribbon as a support; were almost unseen.
I really needed to change the bandages covering my neck; they were old and started to look dirty.
My coat was a stainless white, while my revealing garment (the one I´ve told I was forced to use), was scarlet red, I also wore white nettings and traditional Japanese slippers.

I couldn´t help but notice that my eye was shadowed with a crimson tone and it was that way since 'Master' had asked for that single favor.

~~~

I was summoned again.

I can actually bet it would be for the same, dirty favor. I walked through the halls and avoided the persons around me; some of them stared at me as if I was weird. And indeed, I was. But I hated them all; I hated my freaking life, anyway.

I had become mad since the first favor she, 'Master' had asked. For that one, single, mischievous, favor.

I knocked on the door, twice, as always. She said a faint 'Come in', I opened the door, she watched distractedly out the window again. I walked to the nearest chair. Strangely, she had started to let me sit in a normal chair since I did the first favor.

That favor changed my life completely. It had driven me mad.

'Master' was holding a gun between her hands, she had taken it from her drawer; she showed it to me and said:

-You remember a black amber haired guy that came a few weeks before, don´t you? - I nodded -Well, I want you to do something for me- she said caressing the gun as if it was her most precious object.

I stared at the weapon and the only thought of it being close to me, sent shivers down my spine. I took a hold of my long sleeves and tried to hide my fear. She turned around, and took a glance of me.

-You´re going to work in a… different way tonight…- She said smirking madly, I raised my face for a second, a flash of light illuminating her eyes.
-What do I have to do?
-Not as always… Let me think…- She said walking around the room, caressing the gun´s layer.

She turned around several times, and gazed to the window once again. She stared at the gun in disgust and shoved it to me.

-Your victim will be her daughter. - She said staring at me with her blue eyes, oddly, they were swollen -Take revenge for me.
-What? - I asked almost gasping, taking the gun between my unsteady fingers.
-You´ve got to kill her… but if you´re way to scared…- She made her point straight with those few words.

I had a debt with her. I really had to do it.

-Any information?
-All you have to know is here…- She said taking out a folder. –As far as I understand, the father won´t be there, tonight.

I stared at the yellow file; she gave me, and I took a quick glance over it.

I couldn´t believe she would make do this; At least not to a nine year old child. I stood up and stared at her for a second, she seemed about to lose her composure. Her eyes being welled up with tears again as she did a motion to make me believe she was trying to fix her glasses. It almost hurt me.

Almost.

I walked out the door, and, as I started to hear small sobs, I walked through the hall, receiving the cold stares. Some of the people around me were whispering something about the gun in my hand. Some of them were of how I shouldn´t go out with the appearance of a whore and a gun.

They said it was dangerous, and they were in their right minds to say so.

We had known not so long ago that there was a 'New Organization' (To which I was completely oblivious of the name) forming here in the country.

They claimed that 'They wanted to destroy evil.' Since that moment so many people were dead, so far.

~~~

I walked down the streets, shaking a little bit because of the cold wind.

I was staring dully to the house in front of me. The street was clear empty and the fallen petals from the trees around were moving slightly to the contact of the breeze. I stood there, unable to do so, I just couldn´t kill a little girl, yet the remorse I had against the woman that claimed 'Had saved me' could be paid with the child's life. I stared into the house, expecting for the lights to come out, 'Master' had said that the guy, Kiyoteru wouldn't be there. I started to trust in her words as I could only hear a little humming. A little girl humming… What was her name again?

Ah, yes! Kaai Yukii Hiyama.

~~~

The lights were off at last.

I waited for a few hours, I couldn´t bear to hear her scream and go out. Maybe asking for her, help from anyone, even a guy from the new organization. If I wasn´t killed for it, then I would get into jail and be tortured, and treated as a real whore… Who would really want that treat?

This time I really had to kill a person.

It was sad, I know, but it was a very easy question.

The child or me left alive?

I believe we all know the answer.

I entered the house as softly as I could, it seemed to work, not a sound, nor a move I perceived. I walked through the house, trying to find the kid's bedroom; I traveled along the house, the gun in my hand. Shivers ran up and down my spine, the thought of the deadly sound, yet to be heard, made me panic just a little bit. I completely understood later on I would have to run away. Run for the life that had been exchanged for mine.

I felt dirty. But… not dirty enough to stop myself. ~

I finally found the room, and opened the door slightly, the little child… The little girl was sleeping, holding her blanket near to herself, sucking on her thumb; she looked almost angelical with the moonlight entering from her window.

Too bad the lovely child would be dead in a few minutes.

I entered the room, and with slow steps, walked to the girl's bed.
Her black hair tied into two little ponytails, her pajama was soft pink, and her cheeks slightly blushed. Her blankets were completely white. And as long as I remember, she had a little note curled up in her hand. Strangely, a loosened stave made her blink… her eyes opened slightly as her soft, breathing voice said:

-Dad?

She stared at me, scared.

The gun placed between her eyes.

I believe it was her shock that made her unable to speak or move. I could feel as tears started to well up in my eyes. I believe she understood I didn´t wanted to do this that I really didn't wanted to kill her, because she stared at me with mournful eyes. I even believe I saw her smiling miserably.

-I forgive you. - She mumbled, sobbing hard.

The tears fell freely down my face at the moment…

Until I pulled the trigger… and smiled, without a doubt I smiled.

The surrounding noise echoed in my ears. Her body lying colorless in her bed, the mattress slowly covering with the girl´s blood, her hair wet with the same red liquid. Her eyes grey and empty, her mouth opened slightly, her eyes still full with tears. Her before blushing cheeks, now pale, her pajamas with small hints of blood and her note grasped hardly on her hand. Talking of blood, it was so much; it reached the floor, turning the brownish wood into a reddish one. The scarlet color around the body was so… beautiful, her body, lying cold over the mattress, her lost eyes, and the little note in her hand… It just looked…

It looked so lovely. ~

Yes. You read right.

I said it was lovely.

I fell on my knees in that instant… A new smile started to creep up my face; I could see it from the reflective blood brightened by the moonlight. My eyes turned a soft shade of red, as if I was mad. I couldn´t notice at the time I had started chuckling, I was mostly unaware that I was laughing like a maniac seconds after.

-She´s dead- I laughed –And she forgives me- I said while closing the girl eyelids. I smiled to myself after that. I could see it now. I was mad. I had killed an innocent child.

How would it be when the person wasn´t innocent?

After all, I hate people.

I held the gun tight to my body, the freezing cold of the metal, didn't seemed so cold in that instant. I closed my eyes, still laughing. I could hear voices outside the house. I didn´t cared; I knew they came for me, but I could always flee. I knew there was a window in the back, so I walked as slow as possible. They wouldn't enter a house without permission.

Those 'Peace Controllers' the simple thought of them made me want to spit in some of their faces.

I heard a crack… that should be the door.

I heard steps; I smiled and laughed maniacally a little bit more. I saw my hands and clothes covered in blood, and smiled while placing my hands over my face. The scents of the blood filling my lungs, it smelled like steel, it was crimson red and it tasted too delicious… 'Master' couldn´t have chosen a more pure person to kill… It was odd how her blood tasted so fresh. Oh… but wait!

It was fresh~

-Stop right there! - A serious voice (yet high pitched) said.

I turned around smiling… Would it be SO wrong to kill another one?

I laughed again while pointing at him with the gun. The guy that held out a katana seemed serious, yet frightened. I smiled once at him; his different colored eyes (one blue and the other greenish) were full of hatred, with a frown plastered on his face. I stared at him; he had silver hair; he had a black hat over his head and he wore a dark military gabardine, with red pants and soldier boots. He smiled a second after giving me a second look, was he so trusted that he thought he could beat me? I stared at him, almost backing the gun. I thought twice; he was rather handsome, but yet, I pulled the trigger.

A cry of pain was heard around the corridors, I heard another person´s steps, as, at that same instant, I heard the body hit the floor, and I was actually surprised. He seemed so weak, yet he lasted long (…or as long as I allowed him), he had a deep hold of his sides, I believe he was swearing. Biting his lower lip, he took the katana between his hands again, and threw it at me.

-What kind of traits are those to a lady? - I asked evading the sword easily.
-What kind of lady kills a nine year old child? I wouldn´t want to know- He shoved at me.
-Just so you know… the one you have in front of you- I said, smiling like a madman again. I knew so.

I took his katana, and got nearer and nearer, the same partial, insane smile plastered on my face; I lifted the sword up and with a swift movement, I sank it into his torso, seeing how his blood splashed around. The steps I heard before augmented their pace. I walked away from the (probably dead) boy and found the window that would help me scape. A boy appeared from the other side of the hall as I lifted one foot to the aperture of the window. I stared at the boy for one faint moment, and smiled at him, taking my new beloved object out, ready to shot once again. He stood beside the body, but he didn´t said anything. He just raised his gaze and glared at me with his emerald eyes—eye?

I really don´t know, he had an eye patch over his right eye; he had blonde hair and emerald eyes—eye, he wore the same uniform, black gabardine, with red pants and military boots; his eyes… eye, stared at me, piercing my soul, a distant feeling overpowering my chest. His right eye covered with blonde hair, he stared at me in disgust, yet in surprise. The moment our eyes met, as I was climbing out of the window, one simple thought ran across my mind:

'Do I know him?'

Yet I smiled again, and whispered a very low 'See you later' while running away from the house, I could hear several more steps, and as I heard a piercing high sound, I started running faster. Yet I laughed, maybe it was her girlfriend, her sister, I don´t know, I really don´t care.

I thought right… killing another one wouldn´t be so wrong. ~

Besides… he had that band around his arm… that one with the sing of the 'Peace Controllers'

She stood up and walked over to her desk, taking a covered object from it. I understood what it was when I could formally see the figure behind the cloth. Yet I stared in disgust, yet I was happy to see the familiar object. I had known for long that (even before I was a little child) it was handed from person to person. Now in these same moments, it was mine.

And even though I freaking loved it… I couldn't hold the madness anymore.

The urge to kill a new person was too much… 'Master' knew I couldn´t stand it.

It was even more exciting when she needed to get rid of one of those 'Peace Controllers'. She took the cloth off the gun and smiled at me.

-I´ve got a new mission for you

I don´t own the song 'Karakuri 卍 Burst'.
I do NOT own VOCALOID.
I do NOT own Kagamine Rin, Kagamine Len, Utatane Piko, Kiyoteru Hiyama or Kaai Yuki. (**Snif, sniff**)

I just came up with the idea while listening to 'Karakuri 卍 Burst'

The idea just wouldn´t leave my mind.

The italics represent the first time Rin was asked to kill. (past events)
The normal writing is for the supossed 'present'
'~~~' Stands for secene change.
The 'horizontal ruler' is for the changes of past and future just 'cause I like it that way. ^^"

[Chapter two]: "Peace Control!" with Kagane (Kagamine) Len's Point of view might take a while.

^^" Now I AM out of ideas.

Sincerely Yours:

C. C. Cr0ss

[Review? It gives me inspiration... and it takes me out of depression. xD]