Kaito always knew he was a pedophile.

There was no denying it, no shaking it off, no lying, and certainly no cuffing of wrists, he hoped, as he just couldn't help it. He could perfectly score any fine or above-average woman if he had tried hard enough, with a flip of his hair or a half-smile, it could charm a lady like a snake. But, it wasn't like that. There was something about a fair face, a young one, with wide, sparkly orbs that twinkled when they interlocked with his, and a smile that danced on their lips when they greeted him. Milky, smooth skin, ripe, like an unpicked fruit, just waiting to be touched.

Which is why he picked up Rin.

Rin was beautiful. She was elegant. Gorgeous, in his eyes. At only fourteen, it had only been an eight year difference. He had found her on the street, raggedy clothes but eyes that widened when she saw him, certainly not because of his Sapphire hair, but possibly because it may have been fate. He swore he could have been hallucinating, but he had recalled seeing her stained white bow perk upwards the slightest bit. Naturally, he took her hand, and let her live with him as a maid, a servant, with the flouncy black-and-white dresses and all.

But, there was always complications.

Rin loved him. Kaito, his conscience and morals embedded into his mind, screamed that this was wrong, all wrong, and if he was caught with such girl, consequences would be brutal. But, screw that, he thought. However, such attitude cannot be kept for long. Soon, his guilt swallowed him alive, and the fact that Rin truly began to fall for him, it sickened him. It made his stomach churn to the beat of his heart, it made him want to froth, steam, rage, and just do away with himself. Nights and nights again, he would rip off her dress, biting her virgin skin and scarring her with scorching, violent kisses. Each thrust of his hip was another blow to her purity, her innocence, and he could feel that, as her fragile, pale body would tremble and quiver, and moans of anguish softly slipped from her lips every so often. The love slowly diminished, as she clung onto him, but slowly, fear and hate enveloped her being, and she could no longer bear to look him in the eye, and she would softly cry herself to sleep.

Soon, soon, however, she could no longer bear it.

Kaito, arriving home from work today, panicked when his maid was not there to greet him. Rushing to his room, not a single trace of her was left. In the bathtub, he had found her, pale body twisted and bare, lips blue, water filled halfway, a murky light pink. He had called the cops, and the story appeared on the news, a tiny section, the snippet tucked away in the safe depths of his room, and at that night, no matter how much the police officers pleaded, Kaito refused to leave her side by the bathtub. He swore to drink the bathwater, if he had to, and they left him there, until he fell asleep.

Even until today, he had wished that when he awoken, it was all one terrible nightmare, and that she was behind him, offering him a towel, patting his back, softly scolding him he could catch a cold sleeping like that. But all that was left behind him was that lingering sensation of the remains of her that ghosted on every fiber of his skin.

It remained that way for four years.

Until Elena came along.

A/N: Hey there, guys. Guess who's revived from the dead with yet another fanfic (and hasn't even bothered to update her previous ones)? This gal. Much apologies for my constant on-and-off updates.

I've mentioned before on All That I'm Living For that I wanted to post a KaitoxLen. But I was partially afraid to do it because most people I've told about this have kind of looked at me like I was crazy.

But here it is! Please review, I'd like to know what you guys think so far!

But for now, bye-nii!