A/N: Ah, guys, I am soooooo sorry about the long update! My laptop's messed up, and I only recently got around to finishing up this chapter. We're gonna be sending my computer off soon, so only a few more weeks of little to no updates from me! YAY!

Disclaimer: Heartache-chan does not own Vocaloid. *cries*

Warning: Slight mentions of rape in this chapter, nothing graphic. It's just, ya know, mentioned and shizz. Like, 'yeah, i'm rape. what's up?' kinda thing. Not really, I'm joking about that.

Mm, kinda long chapter this time around...

ENJOY!


Rin pushed the knife through the pale flesh of the fruit, her frustration evident in the unnecessary force exerted. Her vision blurred a little as anxious tears filled her eyes. She paused, releasing a shaking breath, and continued to slice bananas.

Across the counter, Miku studied the blond anxiously as she prepared the pie crust. The teal-haired girl couldn't help but feel worried for the twins. Her glossy pink lips parted to speak; changing her mind, she slammed her mouth shut, uncertain of what to say. "If you have something to say, Miku, just say it."

The diva jumped, her hands nervously fluttering away from the graham cracker crust. She didn't know which was more disconcerting: that Rin hadn't referred to her as Miku-chan or that Rin's voice sounded so hollow.

"I-I'm sorry, Rin-chan," Miku stammered softly. "You and Len-kun are so close, closer than any of us can understand. Seeing him like that must have been hard. I can't imagine…"

Rin interjected her friend sharply. "Len and I have never been apart. I've always been at his side no matter what; knowing that I wasn't there when my brother needed me the most…," Rin's voice trailed away, the knife hovering over the bananas as she paused. Finally, the blond shook her head and continued. "You have no idea what that feels like, Miku."

Miku nodded, anxiously biting her bottom lip. "Do you…do you think Len told Kaito-nii and Meiko-nee…about what happened to him?" She asked quietly.

"No," the twin murmured. "Len's always been so private. I don't think he told them, especially since he didn't even tell me." Rin's aquamarine eyes turned pensive once more. Her hands shook imperceptibly. Her saddened blue orbs turned to her friend. "Miku, do you," her voice wavered over the words, "think Len's going to be okay?"

Miku forced herself to hold Rin's gaze, though it was painful for her to see the blond in such turmoil. The teal-haired girl forced herself to speak honestly, regardless. "I think he'll be fine, if he let us help him. I think he needs us, all of us, to help him get through this. More than anything, he needs his sister." Miku stood next to the younger girl and placed a comforting hand on her arm. "He can't so this alone, Rin-chan."


Kaito turned his gaze to the wall as Meiko's blunt crimson eyes burned into him. He didn't speak, allowing his rather bold statement to sink. Burst of doubt clouded his mind. He'd spoken up too soon, made accusations too soon, and it was too late to take it back.

"You think Gakupo did this to Len?" she repeated. They felt so strange and foreign on her tongue. She didn't like the way they rang in her ears, nor did she like the underlying repercussion and implications they held. It seemed so strange to her that one little sentence could hold such weight.

"No!" Kaito blurted immediately, indigo hair swaying as he shook his head frantically. He stopped the motions, taking a moment to turn Meiko's question over in his head. Finally, he corrected himself, "Well…maybe. I just feel like he's involved in all of this somehow." Kaito explained everything he'd observed: Gakupo's strange mannerisms, Len's reactions to the older man's presence and voice. Meiko remained quiet throughout the explanation. However, as soon as he was finished, she shook her head, immediately rejecting his theories.

"I don't believe you," Meiko stated plainly. She refused to even consider the option. "Gakupo would never hurt Len. He would never let anyone hurt Len." The brunette rose to her full height, planting her hands over her hips as she towered over a seated Kaito. "And I can't believe you would even suggest such a thing! Gakupo's our family. You idiot!" she raged on. "What the hell would make you think –"

Kaito cut her off, standing up as well. "You didn't see his face, Meiko!" The cerulean-eyed man shouted. "You didn't see the way he was hurting and scared! I know you think I'm an idiot, but at least take what I say under consideration for Len's sake!" Kaito took a deep breath, calming down before pushing on. His voice was much quieter now as he glanced towards the kitchen where Rin and Miku currently were. "I get that you don't want to think of Gakupo hurting Len. I get that; I hate the notion of it just as much as you do. But I'll be damned if I'm gonna let you push this aside because you're too scared; especially not when it's effecting Len like this."

Neither of them spoke, and simply stared at each other, breathing heavy and hearts determined. They didn't break their gaze until they heard the front door slam. Meiko and Kaito were both equally alarmed to see Len dashing into the living room. The blond didn't speak, instantly making his way to the stairs. Kaito glanced at Meiko briefly before dashing after Len. About midway through the stairs, the older man caught up, gently wrapping a hand around the fourteen-year-old's arm to halt his progress. Len whirled around, his eyes frightened and dejected.

Kaito took a few steps closer, until they were just a few centimeters shy of touching each other. "Talk to me," Kaito said imploringly.

Len opened his mouth, presumably to reject this request, but Kaito quickly covered the younger boy's mouth with his fingers. Absently, he couldn't help but enjoy smooth, moist sensation of Len's mouth against his skin. "No, we don't have to talk about that. We talk about anything you want, Len, I swear." His fingers trailed against Len's cheek before tangling themselves in golden strands.

Len nodded, then clasped hands with his dearest nii-chan.


As soon as they pulled into the driveway, Len threw open the door and ran inside. Gakupo watched him run, sighing heavily. He couldn't help the simultaneous pangs of guilt and lust that tore through him as he watched Len's small, willowy body. The violet sighed and tilted his head back to rest against the back of the seat. His eyes wandered to a faint collection of scratches on his hand. Len's handiwork.

As Gakupo moved to exit the car, headlights washed over him. He peered through the brightness to see Luka pulling into the driveway. He grinned at his beloved Luka and leaned against the hood of his car to wait for her. Gakupo couldn't help but admire her silky long hair and shimmering turquoise eyes – such dazzling orbs that held concern, apprehension, and just a tiny bit of happiness at his presence.

"Hey, what are you doing out here?" Luka called as she neared her lover. Immediately, the two leaned in to embrace each other and share a brief kiss. Gakupo smiled against her lips. They were pleasurably firm and intriguingly spicy, so unlike the soft, giving sweetness of Len's childlike mouth. It was deep and sensual, a feeling meant to be cherished and savored. Luka pulled away, gently brushing her lips against his jawbone.

"I took Len out on a drive," the purple-haired man replied. He wrapped an arm around Luka's waist and slung the other around her hips, allowing his hand to rest at the small of her back. "I was hoping that maybe he'd tell me what was going on."

Luka frowned. "Any luck?"

Gakupo shook his head, "No, he won't tell me anything. He seemed so upset when I asked."

The rapist couldn't help but grimace at the melancholy reflected in the turquoise orbs he adored so much. It was difficult seeing Luka react this way, seeing her act so concerned over a mere plaything, something he'd resorted to as a release to his violent bouts of lust. Len was nothing. Why did everyone care so much?

The pink-haired woman linked her arm through Gakupo's, tugging him towards the house. "I just hope Len-kun confides in us soon. It's so hard seeing him this way, like he'll break at any second." She looked up at her boyfriend, eyes glistening, "And I don't know if we'll be able to fix him if he does."

Gakupo pressed his lips together, forcing himself not to speak. Then don't try to fix him! Let broken things stay broken!

The house was surprisingly quiet when Gakupo and Luka entered. It lacked the usual noises of their daily lives. Rin wasn't storming up and down the stairs; Miku wasn't whirring up some new vegetable concoction in the blender. Meiko wasn't yelling drunken obscenities at anyone; Kaito wasn't digging through the freezer for ice cream. The television wasn't on. The radio wasn't blasting their songs. The phone wasn't ringing from all the obsessive calls from their extended singing "family". And maybe it was because she hadn't heard it so long, but their house seemed dead without sound of Len's achingly beautiful voice ringing and echoing throughout it.

Instead Meiko was sprawled across the couch, staring at the dark television as she silently sipped from a bottle of vodka. Miku and Rin whispered to each other quietly in the kitchen as they prepared a banana crème pie. Kaito was presumably upstairs with Len, and neither of them was making any noise. They were all just as soundless as Len was.


Once they reached Len's room, the pair sat on the bed facing each other.

"Len, where were you earlier? None of us had even known that you went out."

The blond swallowed nervously, his mouth suddenly dry. "I was out with…Gakupo-nii." His breath hitched over the violet's name.

Kaito froze, slightly alarmed by the declaration. He had intended to keep Len from being alone with Gakupo, at least until he was sure that the older man wasn't somehow involved. It didn't matter if Gakupo hadn't been the direct cause of these bruises. The point was that he'd allowed Len to be hurt, and in Kaito's mind, that was unacceptable.

In the next passing moments of silence, Kaito steeled himself to ask his next question. It would be difficult, and the answer could possibly change everything, but it needed to be done. I don't want Len to be hurting like this. I want to protect him. I want him to smile. I…

"Did Gakupo hurt you, Len?"

Len squeezed his eyes shut. It was too much. Too many thoughts of Gakupo; too many thoughts of all of the awful things he'd done to Len on this very bed. Len couldn't breath. He could smell him, he could hear the same rhythm of his footsteps, and his breathing, and his thrusts.

"Oh God," he whimpered.

He could feel Gakupo inside of him. His mouth and skin and teeth were everywhere. He couldn't escape. He couldn't forget. Gakupo was everywhere, penetrating his soul.

Finally, Len snapped his eyes open, immediately seeking out loving blue of his Kaito. As soon as their eyes met, Kaito knew.

Gakupo hurt him.

He hurt my Len.

He could only see Gakupo bruising, hurting, inflicting pain, torturing Len. His Len – the purest, sweetest, most beautiful person Kaito had ever known.

Len clapped a palm to his mouth, his eyes watering as his body trembled. He could hear slow careful footsteps in the hallway. He pushed himself as close to Kaito as possible, his thin fingers clawing against the older man's arm desperately. Kaito pulled Len to his chest and wrapped his comforting arms around him. "Shh," he murmured gently, but the fourteen-year-old still shook in his arms.

"Len, its okay," Kaito soothed, brushing his mouth against smooth golden hair. "I won't let him hurt you; I swear I won't." The blue-haired carefully pulled the blond away from his chest, cradling his head in both hands. "Just… please, Len. Please tell me what he did, how he hurt you."

Len shook his head frantically. His aquamarine orbs were terrified and desperate. "I can't, nii-chan, I can't." Kaito could make out the faint ache of pain in his voice. "I won't. You won't…,"he struggled, unsure of what he wanted to say. Finally Len merely whispered, "You'll let go."

Kaito shook his head, his cerulean hair swaying a little as he did so. "No, I won't, Len. I promise I won't. Just trust me, please. Trust me not to let go. I'll still be here. I'll always be here."

Len took a deep breath as he just stared up at Kaito's eyes. His deep, shining blue eyes poured out so much emotion, more than Len felt he could handle at the moment. He searched, though, for the one thing he wanted to see from Kaito more than anything else. He could see it resting there, tentative and dormant. It was all for him.

The blond boy sighed and turned his eyes downward. "Don't leave me," Len mumbled. And then, he opened his mouth and told Kaito everything.


A/N: Multiple POVs in that chapter! I love writing through different POVs. I really enjoyed writing Gakupo's part, as well as Kaito's. Oh, and Lenny's about to tell Kaito what's going on! Eeee! Is it wrong that I am this excited about the next chapter of my own story? -_-'

And just so no one's confused, just as Gakupo's convo with Luka is happening just as Meiko and Kaito are coming to the end of their convo (a.k.a. just as Len is walking in). You can think of this way: Meiko and Kaito talk, Len gets home, Kaito goes after him, Luka pulls up and talks to Gakupo, they go in the house just as Len and Kaito are beginning to talk in Len's room.

Oh, guys, I have another Vocaloid fic planned! I'm not gonna say much about it (it's a surprise), but its my best idea yet! (Or so i think...) I'm not sure when I'm gonna get a chance to sit down and type it up but know that it is coming!

SEE YA NEXT TIME!