A/N: Thank you so, so much for all the reviews!

IMPORTANT: I think I forgot to say this at the first chapter…(oh gosh, I did orz) but the first and second chapter of this story takes places two years beforethereal story takes places. This is kinda like the prologue of the story.

"I'm very sure that I told you to get dressed an hour ago."

Forcing his eyes to look at the speaker, Len frowned at the small girl who was standing on the doorway with her arms crossed in front of her chest; an indignant expression written all over her child-like features. Lenka. Her eyes narrowed when she took in the state he's in; unprepared and lazing around. She frowned deeply. Amused to see his sister annoyed at him once again, the older brother raised a brow in challenge.

"It's too hot to move." Dramatically sighing, he dropped the manga he was reading to his side, flipped so his back was resting on the bed instead of his front, and covered his eyes with his forearm. Even with his state of temporary blindness, he can feel instead of see his sister rolling her eyes. "And I don't remember giving you to permission to enter my room, little sister."

Lenka scoffed, "Dear brother, you keep forgetting that you are not the only one born with a functioning brain. I am technically standing outside your room, and not inside it." Len remove the limb covering his eyes and turned his head to his right, only to narrow his eyes at his sister's cheeky grin and her feet that were planted outside of his doorframe. Groaning, he flipped once again, his back now facing her.

"That's good. That way, you can't force me out of bed. That woman can find her way home herself." Lenka gasped in horror at the words that left his mouth. His sister may be a bit wise, but that doesn't mean that she's that matured. She is, after all, three years younger than him. The heart of a child still resides in her chest, no matter how she denied it. But sometimes, just sometimes, he envies the heart that she has. He had seen the real, bitter world years ago, and his eyes had been opened to such cruelty at a young age. But even so, he's not one to hate his past, because it molded him into the person that he is now–come to think of it, is the current him worthy of being praised? Anyway, it's not like he can go back and change it.

"That's cruel, onii-chan!" He heard her feet stomping against the wooden floor. It made him sure that he upset her once again. This is particularly the reason why he minimizes his interaction with girls–and with anyone, actually–, they change their emotions way too fast and abrupt. He hates complex things, because he loathes thinking in particular. "You can be such a bastard sometimes!" He heard the pout in her voice too, and he couldn't help but smile. But that doesn't mean that the jerk who taught her the word 'bastard' isn't going to pay.

Sitting back up on his bed with his arms crossed, Len gave her the meanest glare. "I do not want you to say that word ever again." Lenka gulped. "Ever." Len supplied, looking down at her and smiling once she nodded in understanding. "You're eleven, Lenka. You should be playing with your dolls and not saying bad words." He chuckled as she ran towards him–which just violated his 'do not enter my room' rule–and wrapped her arms around his torso as an apology. "You're still young."

"You're one to talk!" Lenka leaned back a little to glare at him and give out a small huff. "You're one to talk! You just turned fifteen last week!"

"That fact didn't change that I'm older than you!" With a fake battle cry, he tickled her sides, and Lenka immediately burst into peals of laughter and squeals. "I, the great Kagamine Len, am going to tickle you to death!" He ignored her gurgled screams to stop as his own laughter mixed in with hers.

Such happy, happy memories they were.

"Okay, so here's a thought." Len looked up. The irritation in his best friend's tone signifies how his temper is flaring very quickly. "How about you–" Lui paused, poking his index finger to Len's temple "–stop moping around and do anything more productive than reading shoujo manga?"

A sound that's like a cross between an annoyed growl and a huff left the back of Len's throat before he focused his attention back to the book. It isn't even his, he just found it laying about in the house a while ago. It's probably Lenka's, since his sister obviously has an addiction for this type of things. He's seen her giggling behind her mangas before. Sure, that made him laugh–he even said that mangas are for childish school girls; it earned him a well-deserved bump on his forehead–but look at him now…he's basically eating what he just said. Who knew that this can be interesting?

"I'm not moping around." He grumbled. "It's just too hot to get out of the house."

"Denial!" Lui pointed an accusing finger at him. "Seriously, Len, she already left a month ago. I figured you would've done something like moving on by now." After a casual blow to the lock of hair that obscured his vision, Lui sat next to Len and punched him on his shoulder as hard as he can. It resulted to the oblivious blond almost hitting the floor and the manga in his hands slipping through his fingers. Len rubbed his arm and glared at his 'friend'.

Scowling, he shouted, "Allez au diable! Vous baise chat–"

"What does that mean?" Lui raised a brow in suspicion.

"It means I love you and you're cute, so shut up and leave me be." Len rolled his eyes before picking up the discarded manga and flipping to the page that he was reading before he was oh-so-gently punched. He's already in the climax, where the two lovers are reaching the peak of their relationship…wait–w-why is Lenka reading something like this?!

"Ecchi." Lui whispered as he read the page over Len's shoulder. An accusing laugh left his throat. "I didn't know you were into that kind of thing Len. Actually, I thought you were a prude. I mean; have you ever even touched Yuk–"

"That's it!" Len shouted. Throwing the book aside, he stood up and stomped towards the door. "Okay, okay. I get it! I'll leave and see the sun again! Where'd you want to go?" A scowl was on his face as he put on his shoes. His brow raised in question when Lui didn't leave his comfortable position on the couch.

"Mission accomplished." Lui whispered, and Len frowned. Flicking a stray lock of hair from his face yet again, Lui grinned brightly. No matter how many years passed, and even after their separation, the smiling Lui never changes. But that doesn't mean that the guy isn't capable of any other emotion other than happiness. He'd seen it himself.

When his mother died, Len watched as Lui broke down for the first time. It was surprising, as he saw those big fat tears streaming down his always smiling face. But after that raining day at the funeral, Len never saw him cry again. He's always laughing, it annoyed him sometimes, but in a sense, he's thankful. His happy go lucky attitude has saved his sorry behind numerous times, and this event just added to his never ending pile of debts.

"Anyway, have you made a move on that girl?" Len grinned when Lui's face immediately blushed pure red. "You haven't introduced her to me, you know? I'm starting to think that you're afraid that she'll fall in love with me and totally leave you behind at one glance."

"I will. She said yes when I asked her on a date; and as if." Lui snorted, "Who'd fall for someone like you?"

That's right. Who'd fall for someone like him? Every person who'd know him for who he really is will surely run away with their tails between their legs. That's why no one should be able to see past this. Even if Lui's his best friend, there are just some things that are meant to be kept to yourself.

"Everyone." He grinned cheekily. But, man, his friend does sound like he got it hard for this girl. Whatever that 'it' is.

Standing by the hearth, Len watched silently as the shadows made by the flames made the master's stern face look scarier inside the dark room. The door was closed, the curtains were pulled over the large windows and with the fire being the only source of lighting in the room, it made the wrinkles and the crow's feet on face brought by old age become more apparent. His posture was rigid, as if he's expecting something to jump out of the shadows and scream bloody murder. Despite the cold, calm atmosphere, Len can feel the grave danger hiding just beneath the surface. Len was reminded of his late grandfather.

"You are, by far most, the most talented henchman I've ever had in a very long time. For a child, you sure know how to handle your weapons well." He turned around, glass of scotch in hand, and gave him a small approving smile. Len fought the irritation that came to life by being addressed to as a child. He's no longer a child; that was decided ever since he survived that hellhole.

"Thank you, but please do not waste such words to a person like me." He replied in a stiff, practiced tone. The man's an official, standing in a rank very far from him. He has to treat him with respect.

The man chuckled, "And polite too," As if reminiscing something, a dazed look took over his old features, but it was gone as soon as it appeared, "I have a very good job for you." With an odd glint in his eyes, he smiled, and that simple action made an involuntary shiver run up Len's spine. "I have a rival that is getting very difficult to get rid of. I think you know what you're supposed to do just by hearing that." As those words were left hanging in the air, Len can hear the nostalgic sound of gunshots. He quickly dismissed it. He had long accepted the fact that he has already abandoned a normal brain years ago. "Make sure that there are no witnesses. If there is, kill them."

Now that he has given more thought to it, this old man is definitely unlike his grandfather.

With the sky gloomy and the rain pitter-pattering against the water-stained glass windows, Len looked outside, a glass of champagne in his hands. Why is he so nervous? It isn't like him to be nervous. Scowling, he lifted the glass to his lips and gulped another huge sip. He's always cool. He has to be cool. That's the reason why he's so good at his job; because he's always in control. But tonight is really different. His nerves are in a bundle and his feet just kept on wandering about. Damn, he'll end up killing himself if this continues.

"Tough job?" A woman, dressed in a long, black gown said as she stopped walking beside him. The glint in her green eyes told him that she's here for the same reason as him. Seeing her surprised him a bit, but he quickly masked it with a smile. He silently assessed her appearance.

Throughout the years of being in this job, he has encountered many people like him. Killers, assassins, whatever you call them, but not once had he met someone as young as he. Her face might be covered with make-up to make her look older, but he saw through all that. Her jaw still held that childish roundness, even with her heels she isn't that tall and it's very apparent that her body isn't fully developed yet.

N-not that he's ogling her or anything.

He admired her ability though, for he himself took a while to notice that she's around his age. Maybe it's how her hair was tied up in a mature-looking bun, or how her green eyes held that sultry glint, or maybe how her gown is a bit to revealing…

Damn it! He's a growing boy! Things like these are only natural! Right?!

"And who might you be, mademoiselle?" He took her hand and kissed the back of it for appearances' sake. He looked up and narrowed his eyes. There were times when two persons targets one, it doesn't happen too often, but when it does, it almost always doesn't end up good. This is a battle of aggression, the first one who makes it to the target, wins.

"Yuki." She replied without missing a beat. "I'm an…acquaintance of Alexis Sherwood. I'm sure you know him." With a glint in her eyes that answered all his unspoken questions, she crossed her arms in front of her chest and let her narrowed eyes sweep over the room. "Do you know him?" Is he your target? Was the underlying question.

"Of course." He chuckled as two giggling matrons passed by them, looking at him up and down as if he was a piece of steak. When he was younger, he's always been called…beautiful–remembering it made him scowl. A lot of people even mistook him for a girl. But now as he is in the ripe age of fifteen, most of his features have sharpened. His eyes, which were once the color of the sky, are now a very deep shade of blue; his hair went a shade darker and now he towered over almost all of the boys he knows. Is this what puberty does? Because it sure earned him a lot of perks.

But of course, for tonight, his blond self is hidden. Right now he's 'tall, dark, and handsome', or whatever the hell the black hair dye and brown contacts made him look. His disguise must've suited him well, because in the first thirty minutes of being in this party, five girls had attempted to seduce him. It failed, of course.

"But he isn't the one who invited me. I'm here for business." He grinned, casting a sidelong glance at the girl beside him.

"I see…" She replied, nodding at him, as if pleased with his answer. "Well, I just stopped by because you look like you're about ready to run away. Take care, and I hope your…business goes well." With a casual pat on his shoulder, the girl pushed herself off from the wall she was leaning against and walked away, hips swaying and catching the attention of all the men she passed.

Len found himself frowning. Usually when things like this happen there's usually a hidden agenda, but when she talked to him…he sensed no hostility. He couldn't read her, that annoyed him a bit, but since he wouldn't even see her again, he let it pass. There's no point on whining over events that has happened, right? Am I really in the position to say that? He nearly snorted at the thought.

It's nearly time…with another glance at the watch around his wrist, he put his glass on the tray carried by a passing servant before leaving the secluded corner which protected him from the hawks for the past forty-five minutes.

Tonight will be dyed with red again, eh?

The continuous sound of something dripping brought Len back to his senses. His skull felt like it was being hammered and his body felt so tired. He overdid it again, didn't he? Raising his hand to run it through his messy hair, he suddenly froze as he saw the blood running down on it. With wide eyes his gaze swept over the room, and only then did he notice the metallic scent of blood heavy in the air and the ugly red splatters against the walls. Why is it so messy…?

He looked down at his left hand, where he saw his gun clutched tightly into, blood continuously running down on it from a huge wound on his elbow and dripping down the small puddle on the tiled floor. With eyes as wide as saucers and heart pounding loudly against his chest, he looked down the two bloody bodies before him. It looked almost unidentifiable because of all the blood covering it, but there's no way that he can't recognize the person that lay before his feet, staring at him with lifeless orange eyes. His face was pale, and stained with blood, but he can still see the ghost of a smile playing with his white lips. Even in death, he looked…contented. How…? Why…?

Len's knees buckled, and he collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily as his hands shook. What have I done? He chanted in his head again and again.

Slowly, he started to feel that familiar sensation again. It started with the bottom of his spine creeping up to the back of his neck and finally, to his brain, where it felt like a drill was being driven into it. He screamed, using both of his hands to pull on his hair. Stop it! He shouted, whether in his head or not, he has no idea. He can no longer focus on anything other than the red that he was seeing. With his breath in labored pants and his eyes squeezed shut, he fell on his hands and knees.

When he thought it was finally over and the pain was finally subsiding, the sound of static echoed in his head as it felt like something was clawing out of his guts and his chest. He can do nothing but scream and writhe on the ground.

It feels like poison was being injected right into his veins, destroying every cell it preys upon. But he knows that that isn't it. It isn't what he's experiencing. This is the product of those horrifying days. This is what they made. They created him. They're the reason of his birth. He was born inside him. And now, he can do nothing but let him take over again. With a scream, all the pain, the hurt, the clawing against his chest disappeared, it was replaced by nothingness. Numbness.

"Hey, Lenchan, rest there for a while…" With eyes a shade of blue so deep that it's almost black, Len stared at his hands with a grin on his face.

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CaramelYandere: Eeeh, you'll have to wait to find out the answers for your questions XD ;) Anyway I changed Len's personality a bit (I think). Rambles are extremely accepted so be free XD I can so feel your anticipation haha!

Chocomint3: I'm at a snail's pace now XD I hope so too! XD Yes, that was the original mission, to investigate, stuff got messed up in the original bullet OTL Ah yes, it seems that grammar incorrections are following me every time I write U.U I hope I can minimize it sooner… Nope, I was writing in third person from the beginning's beginning. =w=

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A/N: Yeah, a lot were complaining in the original Bullet. 'When is Len appearing?' 'I hope Len appears soon!' 'Where's Len?!' or something like that…so here you go!

I think some of you can understand what Len said when Lui punched him XD I just used a translator for that, so forgive me if it's not accurate. XD

Oh and as you can see, Len express more emotion than he did in the original Bullet and I like it MOAAR. He's softer than Rin, I think…? XD