This was all inspired by this random picture I found on Pinterest.

Vocaloid doesn't belong to me. And that sucks. Because I can't own Len. Or Piko. *cries in a corner*

MAIN COUPLES: RinxLen and MikixPiko

SIDE COUPLES: GakupoxLuka, KaitoxMiku, DellxGumi, ReixRui, OliverxIroha; possibly more.

EDIT: June 18, 2013 - Just switched this from 1st person (Rin's) POV to 3rd person. (: And thanks to Honeycloud of RiverClan for pointing out some of my errors!:D

Enjoy~

Chapter One

"Haven't you died yet, you fool?" she spat down at the brunette man lying at her feet, rearing back to deal another kick to the stomach.

The once-proud man tilted his head enough to bury his face in the dirt as he hacked up a bit more blood, the crimson liquid dripping from his chin when he looked back up at her with tears in his eyes. He was pleading, begging her to either help him or put him out of his misery. Tsk. Could he be so foolish? Did he really think that after taking the time to carve threats into his back with a rusty knife and snapping some of his bones that she would be so gracious as to shoot him in the head and end that suffering?

Nope.

The blonde stared down at him through narrowed blue eyes, her whole expression one of hatred. Slowly, she brought herself down on one knee and caught his face between her thumb and index finger, turning him to one side, then the other, forcing him to hold eye contact.

"You disgust me," she growled out at him, her face dangerously close to his, so close she could feel the heat radiating from his skin. "Your people are the reason this world is going to hell. If it weren't for you cruel, sick bas - are you falling asleep while I'm talking to you?" She sighed, releasing her grip on him and reaching into her pocket to take out her knife. "Your parents must not have taught you manners..." She flipped it open and kissed the grimy blade before plunging it into his forearm, cutting deep enough for the point of her knife to sink into the dirt underneath. She could hear the bones crackling from the pressure.

A shriek of pain ripped from the guy's throat, and he rolled onto his side, inching closer to his pinned arm as hot tears streamed down his face. A fresh puddle of blood flowed from the wound, and the coppery scent overwhelmed her once again. She chuckled, dipping two fingers in the sticky liquid before bringing them to her lips.

"You know, there's just always something about blood that turns me on," she laughed coldly as she left a trail of the scarlet liquid down her chin and grazing her tongue over her lips. "I always loved the taste." She smirked as she continued to draw the line down her neck, pausing when the collar of her shirt prevented her from going down any farther. Her hand returned to the handle of her knife, and she twisted it clockwise, her smile widening at the noises - the whimpers of pain and grunts of protest - the man made at the action. "Bet you wish you could just die already, am I right?"

Another fit of coughs and hacks answered her question, as he spluttered up blood that splattered all over her leg. His whole arm, the one pinned to the ground, had pretty much gone limp at that point. No more struggling from him.

"You aren't gonna be anymore fun for me to toy around with, are you?" She pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. Then, she shrugged. "No worries. I'll find someone else next time we have a raid." She clutched the handle of her knife once again, ripping it free. He bellowed out in pain, his uninjured hand flying over to the wound to grasp at it. She didn't know why. It wasn't like it was going to be of any help.

She pressed the point of the knife to his cheek. "I'm not going to end your life. Have fun rotting here." She rose to her feet again and tilted her head back to stare up at the sun, its merciless rays burning down on her exposed skin. "I'll always remember this little date," she said, smirking down at the man, nudging him with her foot.

"Rin! I hate to interrupt your blood bath, but we need to get back."

The blonde girl turned around, her gaze resting Luka. Her long, rosy pink hair was tied back into a high ponytail with a black ribbon, and a few locks fell into her face, clinging to her skin with sweat. She wore a black tank top that was skin-tight and exposed her belly. Leather shorts hugged her legs, while heeled boots reached up almost to her knees. She had on fingerless gloves to match, and held a semi-automatic pistol in each hand. For the most part, Rin's outfit matched hers, with the exception of a ponytail, as her hair was too short. And the cruel blonde preferred to carry knives as opposed to guns because she could prolong the pain; however, she still had a pistol at her side, held with a loose belt draped over her hips.

She flipped the blade back and clutched the pocket knife to her chest. "Bye, my friend," she snarled sarcastically, before padding toward Luka.

"We should get back to the others. If we wait too long, the Vocaloids will notice that no one's reporting in and they'll come searching," Luka told her. She waved a hand towards the woods where their group sheltered.

"I suppose you're right." Rin sighed and turned toward the abandoned car, where their other partner dug through the glovebox in search of supplies. "Miki! Let's go!"

The red-head climbed across the seat to the driver's side and slipped out of the car. "There's nothing good in here. Soon, we're gonna have to attack a convenience store or something." Miki jogged over to Rin's side, a leather sack thrown over her shoulder. In her right hand, she held a powerful gun that she must've stolen off this officer. "There were a few snacks and weapons, but that won't hold us off for long."

Rin sighed. "Alright, well, we'll get a raid together for that soon. I'm sure Rei and Rui will be up for that. Those idiots have been itching for something to do other than guard the bunker."

"We'll need all the help we can get," Miki added, staying at Rin's side as she led her along the trail in the woods, pushing deeper into the thick bushes and bramble patches. "It's not easy to go into a civilized place and get out alive."

It was true. Just two months ago, this crazy man came to power. He demanded that every person call him 'Master,' and that they all bend to his will. A lot of people willingly joined his team, and they were immediately given a mark on their left arm. In fact, Meiko was the first to join them, and the number '00' was tattooed on her shoulder in red. Not long after, he passed a law that no person can do so much as be seen in public without a number. The consequence? They would either agree to get one, or be killed.

Any smart person would just fake it. But there was something unique about that tattoo, something digital. They could scan it and tell if it was legit.

That was why they stayed in hiding. None of them wanted to be forced into that kind of a life.

"We'd have to be extra careful, though," Luka warned, holding back the branch of a bush for Miki and Rin to pass before letting it swing back into place.

"We have plenty of men to keep ourselves guarded," Rin said confidently, quickening her pace in the direction of the hideout.

"Actually, we're all women except for Rei and Oliver," Miki insisted, with a hint of good-humored sarcasm.

"They may as well be girls, the shotas." Luka glanced over at their blonde leader as she spoke, looking for a sign of amusement.

Rin froze as they continued their chatter, lifting both of her hands to silence them. Nearby, she could hear footsteps crunching in the undergrowth, along with hushed whispers. She flicked her wrist to the left, signaling for her partners to move forward, while she inched in the direction of the voices.

"...return with more than enough to keep us satisfied for the next week," the first person, definitely a male despite his feminine voice, said quietly.

"But are you sure it's smart to go out of our safety zone?" the other boy asked, a lot more masculine than the first.

She scooted forward as noiselessly as she possibly could, her heart hammering in her chest. Could it be that I would be able to make another kill? She whipped her gun from its holster, finger on the safety. If they had any firearms, it would be foolish to jump out with a knife. She'd aim for the knees so she could still carve some decorations into their skin, while they were alive and could feel it.

"We have a higher risk staying back with the others," the first person whispered back. "We've gone out so often that the Vocaloids have the area heavily guarded."

Finally, the two came into view. The one in the lead was a blonde, with hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. He had on a blood-stained white shirt with a dark vest over, and long black pants. Behind him was another guy, with messy teal hair and a tank top of a matching color, and his shoulder was free of any Vocaloid tattoo. Both of them were equipped with a handgun.

Rin glanced over to Miki and gave another wave of her hand. She slowly started to shuffle around Rin and make her way to be positioned behind the pair, while Luka approached Rin's side, gun held out and aiming for the blond guy.

"Don't shoot unless you have to. We can't waste ammo," Rin breathed out in Luka's ear.

She gave a curt nod of her head, murmuring back, "You should try to give them a chance. We need all the help we can get."

She stayed quiet for a few long moments, processing her pink-haired friend's words. She was right, but some people couldn't be trusted. Though, she made a good point. They couldn't make a good Resistance team unless they had more members, and since Luka's sister's death, things have been even harder for all of them. After contemplating what to say, she spoke up for the two boys to hear. "I highly suggest you two idiots don't fire those weapons for your own sake, or my team and I will end you."

Immediately, both of the boys aimed their guns in her direction, and the blond spoke up, demanding, "Why should we trust you?"

"Listen, I'm gonna move so you can see me. I have a gun, but I'm not going to fire. So don't shoot, okay?" Rin pulled back the safety as slowly as she could, and luckily, the click wasn't loud enough for them to hear.

"What about your friends? Will they shoot?" he asked cautiously.

Miki spoke from behind him, and the moment her voice was heard, the teal-haired boy spun around to aim in her direction. "We won't shoot unless you show signs of hurting our leader."

"I'm coming out now." Gun pointed at his face, Rin stepped from behind the thick shelter of the leaves. He kept his weapon pointed at her, as well, as though he wasn't sure whether she would try to pull some trick. She turned to one side so he could see her shoulder. "I don't have a mark. I'm not a Vocaloid."

He squinted at her, then jerked his gun towards himself. "Come here."

She narrowed her eyes. "Put your gun down and turn around."

"Are you crazy? I'm not doing that while you're still armed," he argued pointedly.

"Fine." She held her gun out to the side and started squatting toward the ground. "We'll put them down at the same time. And that means your friend, too," she added, her gaze darting over to the teal-haired guy facing the area of the woods where Miki was hiding.

He nodded and held his gun out. "Mikuo...?"

The other guy willingly tossed his weapon to the ground, no hesitation.

The blond guy and Rin both continued to lower themselves to the ground, their eyes never once breaking contact. As she stood back up, she took slow steps in his direction, her hands moving back down to swing at her sides. With all of her training, it would take probably two seconds to whip out her knife, and judging by the way his fingers twitched by his pockets, he was thinking about the same thing.

"Don't shoot, you guys," she told her friends, as she continued to close the distance between herself and the enemy. And no sooner than Rin stood two feet in front of the blond did he pull a dagger from a sheath hidden in the back of his pants, thrusting it in her direction.

Rin stumbled back, her hand digging deep into her pocket for her own knife. She held it out at him, pushing down a button so that the blade switched out. Before he could pull back his hand, her weapon sliced open his skin and left a few drops of blood to fall to the ground.

The two froze mid-fight, their gazes meeting as he smirked. "You little whore."

He jerked back just enough for Rin to miss her next blow, pushing his dagger towards her heart. She turned to the side so that he barely grazed over her skin, and her free hand rose up to snatch his wrist. He spun around to wrench free, his back pressed to her chest. The tables were turned. This boy turned to push Rin up against the trunk of a tree, one of his hands pinning both of her wrists above her head. Rin's knife had clattered to the ground moments before.

With his free hand, he held his dagger to her throat, leaning closer so that his breath hit against her lips. "I think I win this battle."

Miki and Luka burst out from their hiding place, Miki holding her new Uzi with a hot fire shining in her eyes. (Putting weapons with her was almost as dangerous as it was with Rin...)

"You harm her, you die," Luka growled, pulling back the safety on her pistol as she moved closer.

"Miki, take that other guy," Rin said, trying to jerk her gaze in the direction of the teal-haired boy standing with wide eyes a few yards away, not even daring to pick up his weapon.

The red-head nodded. "I've got 'im."

"And Luka...don't shoot," she growled through gritted teeth.

The boy smirked and brought his hand up to Rin's chin, his thumb skimming over her soft bottom lip. "You're a smart girl."

"Don't patronize me," Rin snarled, narrowing her eyes as he flipped his dagger back so the point was against her cheek. She could feel a sharp pinch of her skin as the blade cut into her, just enough to let a hot, sticky stream of blood trail down her cheek like tears.

He placed a finger to the crimson liquid on Rin's face and touched it to his lips. Taking note of the stains from her fight with the Vocaloid earlier, he murmured, "You like blood too, huh? Don't you just love the way people cry when they want to be free?"

"Are you expecting me to be one of those people?" Rin challenged. "I don't cry and I don't beg."

"You're...interesting." He licked the blood off lips. "Damn, do I wish it was just you and me here. We could have lots of fun..."

"Luka, you can get him off me anytime now," Rin muttered darkly, and almost immediately, the pinkette grabbed him by his shirt and yanked him back, the barrel of her gun pressed to his cheek as she threw him away from her. Rin bent to pick up her knife and the dagger he'd dropped, flipping the blade back in her own weapon and shoving it into her pocket. As she approached him, Luka backed away.

"Are you going to kill me now, beautiful?" the boy asked, smirking up at Rin from where he knelt on the ground.

Rin held out his dagger and jerked it upward a few times as a signal for him to stand. Heat rose to her cheeks at his words, but she knew he was only trying to rattle her so he would have a better chance of outsmarting her when she got close.

Wasn't going to happen.

The boy stood up in front of her, arms crossed.

"Turn around."

"What, you don't want me to see the naughty things you'll do, Princess?" he taunted, eyes twinkling with dark thoughts before he turned away from her.

Rin pushed the point of the dagger against his spine, taking his wrist and twisting his arm up behind his back. She leaned forward so her lips were against his ear. "You're our prisoner now; I recommend you don't get on my bad side."

He chuckled. "Haven't I already done so?"

She rolled her eyes, forcing him to take a few steps forward. "Luka, get our guns over there, will you? And Miki."

"Yes, Rin?"

"Rin, huh? That's a pretty name," the boy murmured, and Rin whacked him upside the head with her fist.

"Make sure that idiot won't get away." She glanced over her shoulder to see her redhead friend leading the other boy ahead of her with that Uzi touching the back of his neck. He walked stiffly, his eyes wide with terror as he peeked over at the guy Rin kept restrained.

"Okay."

"Now let's get going." Rin gave him a fierce shove. "Come on."

That was when a staticky voice came from something hooked to his belt.

"Utatane to Kagamine, do you read?"

Whaddya think? Like the idea? Like the characteristics of Rin and Len?

I'm fascinated with the apocalypse, zombie or religious. XD I pretty much gave these people their own issues to deal with. Master is like the evil leader, while his soldiers are known as the Vocaloids.

Love you all for reading, and reviews are greatly appreciated!

(:Mizune