Part Two

Yuuma drunk himself to a coma that night, he usually never did that, he would make sure he would stop like an experienced gambler knew when the cards would not win him anything anymore. He would collapse on his bed and cry, but no, no tears, just his head flat on the table, hands loosely wrapped around the bottle of vodka he had been drinking, about the fourth bottle of vodka that night. He usually couldn't take much more than that.

Fast forward, he had never been more thankful his room didn't have a window, when morning came he was in the dark if it weren't for the automatic lamps they installed in his room. When morning came, he didn't have to worry about the sun shining down upon him and frying his bloodshot eyes from their sockets. Yuuma groaned, coming to, it was almost two o'clock; he wasn't one to be used as much, so he had a lot of free time. He tried to look from under his eyes lids; his head seemed to ache from his eyes just moving around. He groaned, trying to lift his head, but all he got was pain ratcheting though his skull with his head weighing a hundred pounds. His head banged against the table when he relaxed and sighed. "Why?" His memory foggy, but all he knows something happened that made him drink himself this far under the table. He licked his dry lips; he tasted that acrid tang of alcohol. His lips tingled; soon enough he was salivating uncontrollably, ok, so all booze made him drool. He felt the puddle form around his chin. He groaned in disgust, he swallowed, his throat burned and he winced, if drinking made him feel like this, why did he do it? Oh yeah… him…

And then in struck him, he let out a groan of aggravation, filled with self-loathing, he remembered now, he kissed Kaito, what has been a dream, sometimes wet, of his was a now a nightmare. No, he wanted his first kiss with Kaito to be loving, natural, the thick taste of chocolate ice-cream on his lips, lingering for days on end that made him crave for more. But no, this one had tears, hatred, and all they could taste was Yuuma's alcohol abuse. Yuuma then used all his strength to lift his head just so he could slam it on the table. Yuuma groaned out, pain lancing through his head, like a bullet, he wished it was a bullet, though.

Yuuma sighed, sitting there for a half hour in self-pity mode, till he finally got the strength to lift himself on his knees, his whole body ached and the whole world seemed to spin, he wobbled a bit, placing a hand on his head. Nauseous, like he was gonna puke right there. Shit.

He overcame the sudden hit, and made his way towards the bathroom, he flicked on the light, and he was treated to the sight of a wrecked excuse for a man, eyes red and his hair messy, slick with sweat, along with his face, red and puffy.

Oh, that was him…

He turned on the faucet, and flicked some water on his face, the cool water refreshing this heated body, he hunched over, hands on the plastic material of the counter, he looked down, the part surrounding the porcupine rim of the sink. He saw little droplets fall on it, water from his face. He had no more tears, his eyes hurt too much from crying, and he sighed again, his throat still burnt.

Iroha was awoken by a loud knock at her door, as far as she was concerned, it was four in the morning, when it was around seven, but waking her up at seven was about the same as waking a normal sleeper up at four, she lifted herself from bed, hand wrapped around one of her many beloved Hello Kitty dolls and walked towards the door, rubbing her eyes as she reached for the doorknob. She opened the door, all she saw was Yuuma, his face was red, and she knew he has been crying recently, like always, but the smell of alcohol reached her nostrils like a punch to the face. She knew Yuuma was one to cry a lot, but not one to hit the sauce like she as much as she suspected him to do from last night.

Yuuma looked as if he was about to break down right there, his eyes squinted and glistening with unshed tears and his teeth bared with a frown spread across his face.

Iroha sighed, "Come here…" She muttered, grabbing Yuuma's wrist and pulled him into his arms, Yuuma wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her shoulder. Iroha let him stay like that, she wrapped her arms around his back, and Yuuma let out a shaky breath as he hugged Iroha tighter.

"I really fucked up this time." He whispered.

"How so?" She asked, unwrapping Yuuma from herself and lead him over towards the couch, Yuuma collapsed on it, resting his head on the Hello Kitty throw pillow.

"I kissed Kaito…" he murmured, Iroha was the few who knew about his actual sexual orientation. If not the only one, she was the only one he could trust. Iroha smiled a spark in her eyes.

"So? What's so bad about that?"

Yuuma lifted himself up and sighed, "I was drunk; I stumbled in his room, said something stupid, kissed him and ended up puking on him."

Iroha cocked her head, and wrapped her arm around Yuuma's back, "It's alright."

Yuuma growled, his eyes widened in anger as he whipped his neck towards Iroha and had a death glare, he got up, "It was stupid of me…" He said, Iroha raised a hand and slapped him.

Yuuma looked at her shocked; she had disappointment in her eyes. "You know I hate it when you're like this." She said, "Every time you come in here crying, it's always something about that creepy fuck, Kaito, and when you finally kiss him, you bitch about it!" She yelled, it was true, almost every time Yuuma came to her, a drunk, sobbing mess of tears, it was usually about Kaito, she had enough, "I mean fuck, he's a psycho! He can't realize your love for you, he can have Miku shove a vibrating negi up his ass! He clearly doesn't deserve you! Stop complaining about some asshole like a horny teenage girl complains about her faggot jock boyfriend! Get over yourself!" She yelled, Yuuma had tears in his eyes again, heartbreak, hand on his cheek, Iroha had the back hand of a professional pimp, it hurt, but what really hurt was that she was right, he did complain too much. Yuuma felt tears run down his eyes; Iroha gasped, and immediately regretted her decision of slapping her friend. Even though it meant he should stop crying. "I'm just saying Yuuma," Her voice was now gentler, but it didn't help, more damage was done, as if his mind was a cracked glass that had now fully shattered. "You should,"

Yuuma didn't let her finish, he ran out the door, Iroha sighed, she knew he could get like this; she had to do something about this. One thing was certain, she hated Kaito, hated him with all her being.

Yuuma walked down the halls, thankfully no one was awake, and so he could walk around freely with no worry that someone would ask why he looked like complete shit. Yuuma sighed, and began to sing something, slurred, as if he was a whole different Vocaloid, "Anata wa ima doko de nani wo shite imasu ka?" He sang, he hated that song, but he sang it anyway, he despised it as much as the people who created him. He wishes he was never created, that could be the booze talking, but it wasn't.

It was hot today…

Yuuma felt sweat roll off his forehead like the stench of booze and sweat, a vomit, at least his breath smelt like vomit. From a distant he could hear the Voyakiloid's cry, it wasn't his fault, alright, it was… but Iroha was right, he did complain too much, he was better off fucking Gakupo's ask like Miku taking a strap on to Len's ass, and Gakupo's.

Out of all the Vocaloid guys, Gakupo and Len were the sluts, under Miku's hand, she and Meiko took turns tag teaming them, mostly Len.

Luka was the whore, even if Yuuma was a desperate straight man, he wouldn't hit that. He was fairly certain she worked the corners sucking cock, Yuuma sighed, thinking about the whores of the Vocaloid manor. He thought he could get another easy shag from Gakupo, of course, with Meiko and Miku's permission of course. While with Len, they wouldn't do anything if he was being gang raped right in front of them, Gakupo was a different story for some reason. While Len meant little to them, Gakupo was something else, then he vaguely remembered Kaito saying something about Miku having some sort of not so healthy crush on Gakupo.

Yuuma sighed, Miku would probably let him fuck him, at the cause of letting her watch and get off by it, no, and he wasn't some generic porn star like Luka and Len.

Yuuma wiped the sweat from his forehead, the sweat and tears made his skin burn and itch; he should take a shower before he rotted away.

Wait, that's what he wanted.

"Just kill me." He muttered, knowing no one will answer or obey his wish, to die, to be uninstalled, just to disappear, die, the problem, Vocaloid's don't die, he'll be around, to sing, yet no one can ever make him sing his true emotions, all Vocaloid's have to sing what they are made to sing, not what they want to, Yuuma wished they could make him sing about how much he hated himself, Kaito, the producers, alcohol, everything. No, never, a dream that he'll never see.

Dreams that couldn't be seen…

Yuuma sighed, and turned around, walking back to his room, his own stench really getting to him, last thing he needs is to throw up somewhere that isn't his room. He could hear conversations through the doors he walked past, none that he cared about, his focus so out of which he couldn't even comprehend coherent words through the doors, as he approached his room, he sighed, opening his door and walking into his room, making his way towards the shower.

Few moments later, Yuuma was in the shower, warm water ran down his skin, no matter what, Yuuma would always take warm showers, he felt a tad bit better, his cheeks stung less and his body felt cooler from it, the shower water was still cooler than the alcohol that ran though his system, heating his body up. He didn't do anything in the shower, not even a drunken wank. No, he just thought about what Iroha had said, something about stop feeling sorry for him, he was sure it was something along the lines of that. That Kaito didn't deserve him.

Iroha didn't get it, none of them did, and he didn't even get it, why he still loved him. Kaito was an asshole, a psychopathic asshole, and yet he still loved him.

Maybe because Yuuma couldn't find anyone else…

Yuuma cursed, there were little male Vocaloid's, sure, it would make choosing a lot easier, but Kaito was something else, Yuuma loved him for reasons he can't remember, probably because he's piss drunk half the time.

But perhaps, this would be good, if Yuuma could perhaps find something within other males that lived in the Vocaloid manor. He sighed, wondering who to choose, not UTAU cock, well, maybe Ted and Rook, they were pretty good looking. Besides that the only one who sucks Utau cock is Luka. No,not now though, when he got out of the shower. He didn't want to get aroused right now; he wasn't in the mood for a drunken fap.