I do not own Vocaloid or any of the characters-I just love being able to use them in stories.
I love Kaito and Gakupo, so I'm hoping their relationship develops along with the story (I can't give you spoilers yet...although M is for eventual lemon).
Please review! I update faster when I feel that someone is reading this. Although I'll update for my own personal gratification anyway.
The sky seemed to be made of fire as it glowed a dull red. Billows and tatters of smoke swept through empty streets along with debris, while ash floated gently down like dirty snow. At first glance, nothing seemed to be moving that was actually alive. On closer inspection, the smoke hid a figure standing still in the middle of what used to be a busy street. He looked like a normal man-if a bit lean and perhaps a little too young to be alone in this place. His hair was a deep ash-streaked blue, and his eyes were a flat black. He stood in that empty place and sang-words that vibrated through the ruined city and made his intent tangible. There was nothing left alive to hear it, although his voice was beautiful.
His song brought destruction, because it was what he intended-only for the master he served. The force of his magic sent ripples of power through the streets, causing buildings to crack and tumble into ruins. This city had fought him bitterly; one of his arms had been crippled by a lucky blow, and his body weakened as blood flowed. He ignored the weakness, didn't care if he died-he was a weapon and belonged body and soul to his only master. His voice was created for use as a tool, his body only a means to carry and channel the power he had been born with. Neither of those was his own to control. Although the city was dead, he would still destroy everything in it as long as his master gave the word. He couldn't leave his master-the only person who gave him life and purpose. The power that was born through his voice was the only important thing, and his body could fail as long as his voice brought victory. Yet even for him, puppet as he was, he felt his mind tremble at the realization that he was dying this time. His eyes flashed brilliant blue for a moment as a cold dagger of fear lodged beneath his control. Then, they faded to black again. There was no meaning in fear-this body didn't have the right to fear if the master willed his death. The power was all that mattered and he would use it until he burned himself away. Still, the empty streets seemed cold to him even as they burned and the skies grew red and then black as his blood left him. He sang even after his legs stopped holding him up, until the cold crept through his body and took him into a black dream.
"Shit!" Kaito shuddered his way out of sleep. The same cold dream again. He didn't know why he kept having this morbid dream, but every time he woke up feeling cold and terrified.
"It's not even a good dream to be scared of…no monsters or terrifying things. Everyone else would laugh at me if I told them I dreamed of myself and felt scared," he sighed to himself. Once again, he wished he knew more about his past. He didn't know where he came from originally, or who made him. He also knew he had a human complex, particularly compared to the other people he called his family; weird dreams were probably just another way of telling him he worried about it too much. His body was human….but his mind just wasn't completely. The others didn't worry as much since they were all living creations, body and mind formed by a preplanned project. They at least knew where they were from and took pride in their lives as created musicians, pampered and beloved for their talent.
"Ugh…" he shivered again and suddenly felt nausea sharply twist in his stomach. Another unfortunate side effect of these dreams was that he felt weak and sick afterwards…like he really had been drained of blood. He rolled over in the tangled blue sheets and wished he was brave enough to ask someone else to keep him company. Len and Rin would spend more time teasing him then he cared to stomach…and he just couldn't bring himself to ask Miku (too unmanly) or Meiko (too humiliating). A soft knock on the door interrupted his mental squirming.
"Kaito? Are you alright? I thought I heard you call for something…I'm coming in, so if you aren't decent now's your chance to cover up…." The only other adult man in the house, Gakupo Kamui poked his brilliantly purple head through the doorway. His face grew concerned and he quickly entered the bedroom once he took a look at Kaito sprawled across his bed. "Man, you look terrible. Are you sick?" He ignored Kaito's feeble protest that he was fine and walked to the side of the bed. Catching Kaito by surprise, he leaned down quickly and put his forehead against the blue-haired man's. "Hmmm…that's surprising. You actually feel pretty cold..".
Kaito gave up on fooling the only other man in the house. Better him than anyone else around at least, and Gakupo was his best friend and then some. He smiled weakly though he had started shivering.
"No…it really is fine. I've been getting this way almost every night for the last week. I just keep having the same dream, and every time I do I wake up feeling like this…at first it wasn't that bad. I mean, I should have gotten used to it, right? But it keeps getting worse. I just don't want to worry anyone or get laughed at over a dream", he sighed as he put his hand over his eyes. He jumped slightly as Gakupo gently put a hand on his hair and smoothed the damp blue strands away from his face. Really, what was wrong with him? He felt stupid for wishing Gakupo would just stay with him the rest of the night so he could sleep without feeling so terrified after the dream. As if reading his mind, the other man yawned loudly and mock-stretched.
"I can't very well leave a sick person to sleep alone. Especially if you have been feeling worse each time this happens. We all need you to keep the rest of us happy with that goofy face…and we need that golden voice of yours for recordings this week too. Can I sleep in here tonight?"
Kaito nodded and tried to hide his face in his pillow. Right now he didn't even want to think about his voice after remembering the way the dream-Kaito used his. The drained feeling wasn't going away, and keeping his eyes open was starting to make him feel worse. He groaned and rolled over to hide how pathetic he looked (and felt) in front of what he normally thought of as one of his best friends.
Gakupo started to worry a little as Kaito's chills got worse instead of better-normally waking up from a nightmare made the feelings associated with it go away, didn't it? Instead the handsome blue-haired man he normally associated with any kind of public exposure if it involved singing, dancing, and making a general spectacle out of himself resembled nothing so much as shivering lump under a blanket. If he hadn't been worried, he would have found it cute. In the dim light from the streetlamps shining from the window, Kaito looked very young and vulnerable.
"G-gakupo-san? It's really cold…can you bring me another blanket? Maybe that will help.." Kaito stuttered. Urgh….Gakupo's carefully cultivated self-control that he used to maintain his cool, suave, mature image crumbled as he made an impulsive decision.
"Just hold on a minute-I promise you'll feel better soon". Kaito opened his eyes in surprise as Gakupo carefully peeled the tangled sheets off of him and then wrapped a blue comforter around his body. He got another shock as the other man gently scooted next to him and pressed his body (warm!) against Kaito's back. Kaito stiffened for a minute, but as his body finally started to warm from taking someone else's heat he relaxed. His shivering slowed and gradually stopped, but as he warmed up dizziness swept him up and he passed out into an unconscious sleep. Gakupo sighed with relief when Kaito finally started to warm up and seemed to fall into normal sleep. Hopefully things would go back to normal tomorrow, but he somehow doubted it. Although no one else had noticed yet, Kaito's nightmares were getting increasingly worse and were bound to wake someone else up at some point soon. He had heard Kaito crying out the past few nights himself, which had finally dragged him into his friend's room and now into his bed. He didn't want the rest of the family to worry either-especially when none of them knew what was wrong. He was at least happy about finally making in into Kaito's bed, but he wished he could dispel the heavy feeling that things were going to happen. Times like these where he inevitably wound up feeling helpless only strengthened his feelings towards the man that was currently sleeping deeply within his reach. Kaito should really appreciate how much self-control it took to stay in the same bed and not indulge himself further, he thought wryly to himself. With wistful thoughts in mind, he wrapped his arms around Kaito a little more comfortably and slowly drifted off himself.