Yay, thanks for the reviews, I needed someone to comment on my ability to write lemon, it was only my second go.

I've been wondering about some psychotic things today, like different ways to kill people and making sure it was heaps bloody. Yummy!

On with the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own this, I just wish Len was mine, I sleep with my Len plushie at night like little kids do with Teddies!


Masquerade 4


Rin finished tying her white bow in her hair with a smile, before sticking in hair-clips to keep her fringe from her face. She hated having hair in her eyes, Len had always thought that was stupid.

She appeared wide awake but if anything she was seconds away from falling asleep. she'd fallen asleep and had woken heaps late, so she had to rush to have a shower and dry her hair before her mother got home. Because of how late she'd woken up it was 2AM by the time she finished the homework she had due the next day. But what annoyed her more than how bad her head hurt by the time she was done, was that Len hadn't woken her when he woke up, she'd found him watching TV and had apparently been awake for the past three and a half hours.

His excuse of letting her continue sleeping was that she looked too 'Kawaii'. Looking adorable was not a proper excuse in the situation she was in.

But she shook the thought from her head, no need to worry over it, at least she had roused when she had.

Rin finished with her hair and picked up her school bag which she had packed earlier, considering she was running late she'd eat breakfast on the way. She looked back at Len, who was engrossed reading a manga with his music playing, guessing that since she could hear it he had it up so loud there wasn't much of a chance of him hearing her.

The bed was a mess as always, somehow the blanket had managed to get itself on the floor, when she'd awakened an hour ago it was magically like that. Her own bed was perfect, which really made her wonder why her parents didn't suspect a thing, it was permanently stuck like that and they knew she wasn't the most tidiest of people. The reason it looked so good was because she hadn't slept in it for the past four months, but they'd never have that thought even go near their minds.

"Len?" she called to get his attention. No response. He definitely couldn't hear her.

"Len." she called again to double-check. Yes, definitely.

So she tiptoed over to his bed and wracked him with her bag.

"Len!"

She grinned at the immediate reaction she was giving, he dropped the manga and like if he expected to be hit again threw up his hands to guard his face.

"Rin, the crap was that for?" Len questioned seriously confused.

Rin leaned backwards on one foot, putting a finger to her lips in mock thought, "Well it seemed like a better way to get your attention than simply calling you. considering it didn't work the other times."

He stared at her with a bewildered expression like he believed she'd gone insane. "You could've used a better idea than hitting me with a bag, bloody hell what was in there? A dictionary? It hurt you know!"

Again his sister put her finger to her lips, instead this time she sprouted a cheeky smile and giggled happily to herself. "Two actually, I know we needed it for our classes today and I don't doubt Miku it going to forget her's. She does that with her history textbook all the time. "

Almost ignoring her last sentence Len rubbed the knee she'd hit, seeing already a red mark forming. "Blah blah, I still don't get why you'd have to hit me." He groaned, that bag really had hit hard.

"Yes I did, I have to go and I wanted to say goodbye but you couldn't hear me." She pouted, and he again gave her a bewildered look, she looked just like a child with her face like that.

"Seriously." He muttered to himself before raising himself up onto his knees and giving her a kiss.

"Well have a good day and don't dare do that again." He commanded like he really was dealing with a five-year old.

"Hmm." She rolled her head, "No promises. Well bye!" She waved joyfully, returning the kiss before dashing out, he could hear her from the door calling out like a protective mother, "Don't hurt yourself again okay? You're really starting to worry me!"

And like that with the slam of a door she was gone, and he was left alone in the house. His mother had left over an hour ago, and like he predicted his dad hadn't come home last night. Sighing Len laid his head down on the pillow and allowed himself to be caressed by the cool morning wind coming in from the open window. Rin had a habit of always opening their bedroom window no matter how cold the night got. Strange thing about her, was her obsessing with the wind. Not as strange as his obsession with her, but still odd none the less.

Len returned to his manga, his mind drifted to think about how so many Shounen manga's desensitized its readers when it came to murder. They got so bloody some times, sure he liked it, but sometimes it seemed over board. Eventually his mind was taken away, when his gaze lingered over to his bruised knuckles. It'd been paining him all night, he'd been able to ignore it last afternoon for obvious reasons, but when he'd woken up it all came back and he had nothing he could use to escape it.

He started banging his head on the pillow, all it did ultimately was make him dizzy as it was too soft to make him feel pain. If he hated it so much, why did he want more? Because he deserved it?

Len rolled onto his side, already his thoughts were making him lose it. He really couldn't take it. He loved Rin and all, but even when she specifically told him not to do something, he wouldn't be able to help himself in the end. He had extremely bad self-control. It was certainly apart of the reason he couldn't stop himself from touching his own sister, his own twin at that.

He sighed and shot up from the bed and walked into the adjacent bathroom. Len turned on the tap and cupped the water in his hands before splashing his face with it, to wake him up properly. He wanted it to wash away his twisted thoughts, but they wouldn't leave, they would never leave him alone until his mind was destroyed.

He wiped his face with the red hand-towel hanging next to the sink. He really was just about to lose it. He could swear that some days Rin was his sanity. Sure he still did things deemed insane even when she was around, but he felt so much calmer, he didn't have that feeling that a hand had wrapped itself around his neck and was squeezing the life from him. It was a wonderful feeling, but the second she was gone from his sights, that came back, ready to make him suffer some more.

Len went back into his bedroom and picked his headphones back up, he hit his head against the wall as he heard the next song to come on. He couldn't even remember having it on this specific playlist. 'Abracadabra'; he was pretty sure it was about sex or some dumb shit like that, he didn't speak Korean; but it reminded him of something deeper.

It'd been playing softly when he'd said...when he'd said...his mind refused to even finish that sentence it hurt so fucking much.

That woman's face at that time, shocked yeah, but then she laughed, and called him childish. She had no idea, no idea at all about anything. It had been incredibly painful.

Len groaned his frustration and hit the desk before him, knocking the lamp and one of Rin's textbooks off. The glass on the table lamp shattered upon impact, he didn't even care though. When Rin saw it'd he'd lie and say he had no idea how it got like that. She wouldn't believe him at all, too close to fall for lies. But he'd go and say it anyway.

Len left the room and threw his headphones away, they made a soft landing on the orange quilt covering his bed. He'd almost wanted to break them, but he hadn't been bothered enough to look where he'd thrown them.

He sat down on the couch and tried watching TV, some childish cartoon was on, so stupid he could probably let his mind drown while watching it. Len laid down. Resting his head on a cushion, absent-mindedly he bit his thumb, and only noticed when the taste of iron hit his lips. Len inspected the bite mark to see he'd bit down hard enough to draw blood. This would be where anyone else would go get a band-aid, instead he put the cut back to his mouth and sucked on it. Blood made him feel a far different away to most people. A far different way. If he was normal, he wouldn't have gotten hard while playing a violent video game. He licked the red liquid off his lips and swallowed it, his hand wandered down to his pants and undid them before slipping underneath. It was so twisted that his mind associated pain with pleasure, he wouldn't even be able to name the time when it first happened, but none the less, it didn't stop him from being hard already.

Len bit harder down on his hand, deepening the cut and letting more blood drip into his mouth. He pumped himself, with a lust fuelled by the sweet nectar dropping into his mouth. He groaned as he came, taking away his hand from his mouth for breath. A layer of sweat had built up on his forehead. He licked the remaining blood left on his teeth and lips, as he did his pants back up. He was twisted, he never doubted that.

Len swung his legs over the couch and headed into the closest bathroom, to clean his hands. He inspected the cut on his left, there was one large cut on his thumb and a smaller one nearer to his knuckle. If he hadn't bit down on it it wouldn't have gotten so bad, but he predicted that he only got so much blood to come out from sucking on it like he had. It'd probably stay fine now if he left it alone, worst thing that could happen would be it getting infected; he couldn't care less about a thing like that anyway.

Len sighed in frustration, and leaned down, letting his head rest softly just by the sink. Why did he still feel like he was drowning? A moments distraction was all he got before it came back again. This was going to make him fall off the edge. He shut his eyes and tried to force everything out, to try and keep himself calm, by making everything black. It didn't work, so he turned the tap back on and splashed his face with the clear refreshing liquid before shoving his head in its path. He felt more awake, but suffering no less.

He bit his lip and clenched his hands, letting his nails dig into his palms. He felt like a great pressure was crushing his skull, and it wouldn't go away. He felt sick, but if he tried to vomit nothing would come out. It was all in his head, like it always had been.

"Damnit!" He slammed his foot into the wall before walking his circles around the room. So suddenly an anger had struck him, he felt like everything was on fire, that he was being burned, like his skin was being burnt off in the flames. His mind made it all up, it hated him too.

This was her fault!

His mind screamed it, every part screamed it. It was that woman's fault he'd gone insane. she needed to suffer. But he'd told Rin last night he wouldn't go back there, that he was going to stop. He didn't want to break a promise, but he knew as well as long as either was alive, he couldn't stop himself.

He stormed into his room and picked up the bag hidden in the corner, he'd covered it with a bunch of Rin's mess so no one would discover it and find it's contents. Rin knew it was there but didn't want to even go near it, it was a fear he had that his parents would find it. If they did they'd have his head.

He couldn't ever stop going to that place, he had no self-control after all.

_-=~.'.~=-_

The room was encased in black, silent except for the steady sound of breathing and the tapping of computer keys. It lit up a face, one of a pretty blue-eyed brunette. She had a sweet face, oval but not pointed, brown locks decorated her shoulders. At first look she was nothing more than a simple ordinary woman, but on closer inspection it was easy to see something haunted hid behind those blue orbs.

Len was standing at the back of the room, the curtains were hiding the room in deep shadow, her bed was tucked into the corner, she sat directly opposite to him. She didn't know he was here, she would not be surprised when she noticed, but that never meant she'd be fine with it.

He snuck up quietly, making sure his shoes made no sound. Len wrapped his arms around her shoulders, letting them hang loosely just above her chest. She didn't jump, she held no surprise in her whatsoever.

"Go away Len." She commanded, but no emotion came out, she was void.

"Why?" He asked like an innocent child who'd just been caught doing something wrong but didn't know what. He leaned forward and rested his head on her shoulder, so she could see him.

"I want to be alone." She begged, still emotionless.

"You always do." He sniggered and kissed her neck. She flinched, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

"Just leave me alone Len. I want to be alone." She shook as fear took over and she soon began crying.

Len didn't move, nor did he feel bad for sending her like that. He kissed her neck again and brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

"Not possible." He grabbed onto her and by the neck threw her to the ground.


Onee-baka: Ooh vocaloid, you need to listen to something different.

Me: Screw you no I don't!

Onee-baka: What song is it anyway?

Me: (OH shit!) *Quickly changes to my fruits basket tab I had up* It's just Yanderenka now out! *Secretly panicking*

Fruits basket you saved my life.

My sister needs to stop entering my room randomly.

Len is so messed up in this story, I love him

Bai Bai