Um... so, chapter 21 was, pretty bad IMHO but...
it only gets more horrific from here on out. You've been warned; the summary has warned you, I've warned you... uhmmm.
Don't get surprised; expect there to be some excessively dark, nasty shit in this fic, in the very near future, guys. ^^;
*shouts randomly, gleefully* AND, YAY! THANK YOU FOR ENCOURAGING ME TO DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT HERE NO MATTER HOW GROTESQUELY EVIL IT IS, I APPROVE OF THIS XD *cheers you guys* :D
Also! :D Piko is not my second favourite. :D Akaito is; only Kaito is his rival for my affections. And Gakupo follows at a far distance after him, followed quite closely by Len. :3 In fact, I would admit that Piko is probably one of my least favourite Vocaloids at the present time. His appeal to me is that he is small and cute, making it feel even more malicious to me when I do bad stuff to him in my fics. :3
Piko is, quite honestly, like my "Kaito scapegoat." He usually takes the brunt of my "affections" whenever I want to write something especially vicious or violent or gory but I'm concerned about hurting Kaito too badly in the course of it. So I like him, because he looks out for his "older brother" in the course of things. EXCEPT FOR HERE. HAHAHAHA THE LITTLE WHITE HAIRED BOY IS GONNA GET OFF EASILY IN COMPARISON XD *evil booming laughter*
Kaito: *hides* I'm scared, Master o.o Hold me
Oh! Of, of course. *snuggles up*
Oh- and, Kaito will not die in this fic... unless Master kills him. Honestly, I've gotten feedback requesting it to end both ways, but I think I will just end up doing whatever I feel like this time, and not worry about the consequences.
Kaito: -.-; That's... pretty unresponsible of you, Master. *appalled, scolding*
Yes, but you love me anyways. /Don't/ you? :3
Kaito: ...Yesssssss... *gives the fisheye anyways*
Heh, heh heh heh... :D I LOVE YOU TOOOO, KAITOOO XD *glomps and snuggles* :3
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The screeching metal of the door woke Rin from her exhausted sleep. She tensed in anxious expectation as Master walked through the door. The bright natural light of the early morning made her squint, adding to her pounding headache. Her mouth tasted bad and felt dry. Her lips were cracked from lack of moisture.
Master was smiling. Rin felt the bottom of her stomach drop out from under her. Master walked close to her, kneeling down and gently lifting her face so her eyes were forced to stare back at him. Rin worked up every last drop of moisture left in her mouth and spat at his face hatefully.
Master smiled again, backhanding her violently. Rin fell away from Master back down onto the cold floor. She looked back up, her eyes a mask of anger and fear. Master knelt back down in front of her, and pulled her up by her short, cropped hair.
"I know you've been keeping secrets from me, Rin," Master's pleasant voice spoke, as he wiped the spittle from his face with the back of his other hand. Rin struggled uselessly against his grasp on her hair.
"I know where he is now. Where you hid my precious, MY Kaito, from me. With that purple-haired friend of yours. Isn't he, you bad little girl?" Master's smile grew larger as he took in Rin's rapidly widening eyes, the pinpricks of her shrinking pupils at his words. It was all the proof he needed.
"I'm going to fetch him now, Rin," Master released her hair and let Rin's body drop back down to the floor. Rin pushed herself up on her small hands in horrified dismay, crying out after her Master.
"No! No! You're wrong! You're wrong, Master!" Rin's high-pitched, female shrieks followed Master out of the shed, as he slammed the door noisily against her horrified, damaged face. "Kaito!"
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Gakupo opened his eyes sleepily. Someone was knocking on the front door. He peered at the alarm clock on the table next to his bed. 'Ugh, it's still so early,' He thought to himself, as he rose carefully, trying not to disturb or wake Kaito.
'If it's Mikuo, I'm going to kick his ass for disturbing me this early in the morning. I could be snuggling up next to Kaito,' Gakupo thought, a light blush staining his face as he smiled, pleased at the thought. He quickly slipped a loose, comfortable robe onto his body, tying it shut, and walked quietly to the front door, turning the knob and opening it, to greet his visitor.
Gakupo's face and blood froze as he took in Kaito's Master's face, which had a hard look in its eyes, and a harder smile painted upon it. Gakupo tried to close the door in his face, but Master lifted his arm, and Gakupo's widening eyes took in the pistol he was holding and pointing at Gakupo.
"Let me inside," Master whispered, and the light in his hard eyes glinted. "You have something of mine in there, don't you, you bad Vocaloid, you."
Gakupo released the door, eyes going back and forth from Master's face to the gun in his hands. He backed away slowly. 'Kaito... don't wake up yet. Stay right where you are, I'm begging you,' Gakupo thought, as Master walked forwards and let himself into the house, gun still trained on Gakupo.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Why are you here?" Gakupo bluffed, trying to stall for time, watching for an opportunity to wrest the weapon from Master's hand.
"Don't lie to me. My pretty little songbird told me everything, you know," Master said softly, taking in Gakupo's state of dress. "I know you have my Kaito here. You've hidden him from me, haven't you, Gakupo? And you lied to my face. Naughty, naughty. Bring him out right now, and perhaps I won't punish you too badly."
Gakupo's eyes widened in fear for the bluenette against his own will. Gakupo shook his head in denial; it was the only weapon he had against Master, right now.
"You're mistaken; there's no one else here but me," Gakupo regretted his choice of words as soon as they were out of his mouth. He should have bluffed further, claiming that his Master was home, and would call for help, or something.
Master's smile grew, the edge of insanity was clear in his face and eyes. Master tilted his head and quietly asked, "Oh? Is that so? We'll see if that remains your story. Shall I play with you until my lovely shows up? Perhaps the sounds of your screams will summon him from wherever he's hiding."
Gakupo swallowed. He put his hands up in front of him, showing his surrender. "You're mistaken. You need to leave now. There's nothing to be gained here." But Master's darkened eyes were tracing the violette's body again.
"Strip," Master demanded, as Gakupo continued to back up one step at a time, bumping into one of the dining room chairs with a clattering noise. Gakupo felt his heart clench at the sound, and prayed that Kaito would listen to his silent pleas and stay safely hidden, asleep in their bedroom.
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A slight noise from somewhere outside the bedroom caused Kaito's eyelashes to flutter and his face to grimace. The sleeping bluenette felt the coolness around his body, and his face frowned further, as he opened his eyes and took in the empty room. His ears caught the soft sound of whispered conversation from another room in the house, and he sat up, kicking the covers off, and shaking his bed-mussed hair ineffectually from his eyes as he stood up to investigate.
Peeking his head around the corner, Kaito stopped dead in his tracks, not even breathing as his eyes took in the sight of Master standing in front of Gakupo, training a pistol upon the violette. Master had come to the house. He had come after Kaito. Kaito's eyes widened in sheer terror as they took in the sight of Gakupo unwrapping the strip of fabric holding his robe shut, and letting the sleeves of the robe slip down over his muscular shoulders, baring his body to Master.
"That's better," Master was saying to Gakupo, and Kaito's terrified ears took in the sounds of his voice through the haze of fear. "Now, sit down in that chair. I think it will do nicely, for what I have in mind. Unless," Master paused and smiled widely at Gakupo; an expression Kaito couldn't see because his back was turned to the bluenette. "You wish to give Kaito back to me now?"
Master indicated the chair that Gakupo had knocked into with a flick of his wrist. The violette scowled, a look of fear in his eyes, and he sat lightly, uncomfortably, stiffly, on the dining chair. Master bent next to him, keeping the gun trained on Gakupo, his expression deadly serious as he pulled a few zip ties from his back pocket, securing the Vocaloid male's arms, then touching Gakupo's leg as if to raise it up towards his chest.
The violette flinched backwards, a disbelieving, furious expression on his scandalized face. "What are you doing?" The violette tried to control his volume, though he wanted nothing more than to yell. The gun was pressed right up against his skull, and Gakupo felt a cold trickle of sweat trail down his back.
"Now," Master commanded, his eyes boring a hole through Gakupo's, as he refused to answer the question. Gakupo gaped in horrified realization of what the man intended to do, but there was no arguing, with the gun literally being held right against his head. Gakupo relaxed his thigh muscles, and let Master tie him up into an embarassing position; utterly exposed.
Master pulled back, admiring his handiwork, and placing the gun off to the side. He smiled, confident that the violette wouldn't be able to struggle successfully free. Gakupo was at Master's mercy now; he would cry and scream, but in the end, he would give Kaito back, and Master would be reunited with his beloved Vocaloid once again.
But in the meantime, Master would have some fun. He had admired the violette Vocaloid's beauty for some time. It was like a bonus, to take what he wanted from this male. Gakupo always seemed so noble, upright, collected... it would be a pleasure to see and hear him lose his control.
Master unzipped his pants, and in the hallway, Kaito's eyes bulged out of his head, the memory of that sound echoing in his mind like a nightmare. He breathed erratically, hyperventilating. Master reached his hand forward to Gakupo's exposed body, touching against his puckered opening, as the violette gritted his teeth and looked furiously, despairingly, at the human male.
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A sudden movement caught Gakupo's eyes and he didn't quite have time to focus them, as Master grunted slightly and staggered to the side as something barrelled into him. Kaito fell onto his shoulder on the ground, raising himself up quickly and headbutting his Master with all of his weight.
"No... no!" Gakupo shouted in horrified alarm. "No! Run away! Damn it, Kaito! Don't worry about me! Go!"
But the bluenette's face was a mask of insane fear and determination as he slammed against Master's torso and knocked the human male down to the floor.
"Ha, ha... ha hahaha!" Master crowed his laughter as he tried to grab the bluenette. "I knew you were here! I found you!" Kaito struggled in his grip, kicking at his Master and screaming. Kaito's feet made contact with Master's body, but the delight in Master's eyes would not be assuaged.
Master grabbed Kaito by the upper arm, wrenching his body to try to pull it into a submissive position. Kaito twisted hard, kicked out again, kicked and screamed and bit into Master's hand. Master howled, wrenched his hand backwards. A trickle of Master's blood ran down Kaito's face from his mouth as the bluenette stared back at Master, white, red-stained teeth showing in a grimace of terrified threat.
Gakupo struggled helplessly against his bonds, yelling out Kaito's name, yelling out for Master to stop, yelling out no, no, no. Yelling out for Kaito to run. All of his pleas fell on deaf ears. Master bellowed out his rage at the insolence of Kaito's actions, the disobedience of his beloved Vocaloid, and slammed his fist against Kaito's face with a sickening, wet, crunching sound as bone shattered.
Kaito's body fell back against the floor with the violence of the punch. He shrieked, holding his arm stumps up against his face, as if he could stop the flow of blood from his busted nose with hands that were no longer there. He tried to scramble back to his feet, but Master was too quick for him. The human male grabbed the Vocaloid by his soft, shining blue hair and wrenched Kaito's face back down to the ground, slamming it there, violently, again and again, while screaming at Kaito.
"You dare to bite me? I am your everything! You only exist for /me/! You're mine! You're mine! You're mine, my Kaito! MY KAITO!" Master's words were nearly incoherent with his rage. The meaty, sickening, rhythmic sounds of Kaito's face hitting against the hard floor of the dining room echoed in Gakupo's ears.
The violette's desperate struggles earned him nothing but blood seeping out from against his wrists where the zip ties held him too tightly, and his falling over, still trapped in the dining chair, to land on his side on the ground. His purple eyes watched in agony and fear for Kaito, his face a mask of helpless, horrified anger as Master screamed, screamed and screamed at Kaito, knocking his head against the ground until the bluenette stopped struggling and lay limply.
"Kaito! Kaito!" Gakupo cried out, howled and raged impotently against the scene of violence that unfolded in front of his eyes. "KAITO!"