Yea, so hay tar! : 3 umm…I just did this in kind of a rush since I haven't uploaded in a while. ANYWAY: P this is Kaito's view of life events. Len. Yada yada. Oh, sorry this one is shorter. It's just harder to come up with Kaito's pov. Its idk…just harder developing a story for him :P Yeah I don't own Vocaloid :P

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~ Willisagenius

Kaito's pov:

I guess I got depressed after my relationship ended with Miku. There was a dark hole of nothing in my chest, sucking up every bit of emotion I had, memories, dates, kisses, and exploited them; it tore me up inside knowing that I had lost the love of my life. She dumped me for Gakupo; the reason, I never found out, yet I know it had to do with sex. Now, I'm all alone in this world. There is nothing that can pull me away from these feelings of hurt.

I tried many things to help myself get better. Anti-depressants didn't work in the smallest aspect, and therapy only made me hurt worse. Drugs, not the prescription or over the counter drugs, the hard stuff like cocaine and meth is what I turned to next. It relived some of the pain for a short period of time, though not very long or well. I even resorted to have sex with prostitutes. It helped in the way I had someone to "vent" my emotions to yet that also failed to do me any real good. Then and idea came to my mind one day, what if I had a kid. That would give me someone to love and care about, distract me from my emotions, and help me experience something positive for once.

But like a lot of my life, it was useless and pointless. All the orphanages I had gone to had been horrible places; none of the kids looked in any way good kids. They would, in short, be criminals when they grew up. They were basically starving, and they had not money. Every time I went to an orphanage it was the same, sick kids that had too bad a life. Some of the kids needed to get out of the orphanage, yet they couldn't until they were old enough. It was all almost too sad to observe. My tender heart took it hard, until the point where I swore off going.

At my last visit to one of the local orphanages, it was the same result again. Maybe god just hates me. Or I'm being punished for something. I had toiled over these thoughts for a long while. As the sunlight of the afternoon started to fade away into twilight, I tucked my blue hair deeper into my small toboggan that sat upon my head. I shoved my hands into the pockets of my cashmere sweater as the crisp late autumn wind hit my face with it merciless consistency.

As I rounded the corner of an alley, I saw him. He was a boy with blonde hair that was tasseled about. The boy was sleeping but it had been obvious he had been crying, for there were tear stains running down his face. He was small, no older than 15 by his size and shape. I smiled and I knew from that instant what my destiny was. It was to have this boy, raise him, and teach him. I smiled again. I strayed over to him, and taped his head slightly. I even murmured lowly, "Wake up, kid!"

The boy woke up softly, his eyes slowly opening, his eyes dreamily staring up at me staring a goofy smile. I guess he didn't really understand because he fell right back asleep. I picked the boy up and carried him to my car. I carefully laid him down in the seat, and I drove us to my small apartment downtown.

I carried him up the two flights of stairs to my door which I skillfully unlocked with one hand and when into the apartment. As I made my way to the couch, I felt the boy stir a little. I put him on the couch and in less than a minute he woke up at me. I walked over to him and watched him wake up.

"W-who are you?" asked he timidly, "um…where am I?"

I smiled again. "I'm Kaito!" I said, "I brought you here after I saw you sleeping in that alley. What where you doing there, anyway?"

He looked me smiling. "W-well…" He literally was started giving me his life story. I was interested and listened with an open heart. It took over two hours of discussion to get the boys entire story to be finished.

I did a tsk noise with my mouth. "Well, we can have that!" I exclaimed. I laid everything out on the table for him. "Len," I said, "I'm going to adopt you"

"WHAT?" He exclaimed obviously in shock.

"Mmmhmm," I said, "I've got all the details worked out in my mind." I smiled. "That is…if you what me to take you in."

Len said, still in shock, "W-well I guess, but isn't this moving a little fast?"

I retaliated at this question quickly, "Don't you think it would be better to live off the streets for a while? Away from the gangs, the disease, the starvation? Think!"

He smiled, tears of joy streamed down his cheeks. "T-thank-you so much, Mr. Kaito!" Then, he hugged me.

"Len…" I said, "Just call me Kaito~san."

This is what changed me. Len changed me. My life is so much better now. He's my everything. I love him so much. He makes my day brighter. We work at the same recording company named Vocaloid. I didn't need Miku; she was just a ploy. I heard she got shot a few days later along with Gakupo for some reason. Apparently, she was supposed to release a hit song that would be sure to make her famous. I'm happy it wasn't me. I'm happy I have Len. And I'm happy that we are together. It was all because of one little tip of the balance.