She was soaked in blood, still gasping for air, and Gakupo was the first to run over in an attempt to help her. The knife in Kaito's hand clattered as it hit the floor. He pulled his hand away like he was afraid he'd pick it back up, watching the scene in front of him, shaking. Master moved to quickly block the door to keep Rin and Len, awakened by the scream, from entering.
"Luka! Luka, you're okay. You're going to be alright, just hang on, please."
"What's going on?"
Rin, still stuck at the doorway, pulled on Master's shirt, voice shaking. Master turned, being careful to still block her vision. Len was standing next to her, he looked just as shaken.
"It's nothing. Go back to your room and wait, alright? Everything will be okay."
"No it won't."
Len surprised him as he spoke out. He already seemed to be on the verge of tears.
"It won't be okay. It happened again, didn't it? Luka, is she—"
"You did this!"
As Luka went silent, Gakupo turned his attention to Kaito, who was still standing only inches away. He jumped at the volume of Gakupo's voice before he was forcefully pinned against the window frame by the older Vocaloid. Gakupo had a tight grip on his collar. The rage was easily visible in his eyes.
"What the hell do you want from us!? What did Luka ever do to deserve this!?"
"Kamui!"
Master moved to stop the confrontation, but paused, hearing Rin gasp in horror. Eyes wide, she fell to her knees. She felt nauseous. Len crouched next to her in an attempt to console his sister. Things were falling apart.
"I'm sorry!" Kaito choked on a sob, barely struggling against Gakupo. "I'm sorry—I didn't—i-it wasn't me!"
"Then who?"
He froze, completely. The sobs stopped, but the tears continued. Kaito looked more terrified than before.
"...I'm sorry..."
Yelling with rage, Gakupo knocked the younger vocaloid to the ground with a solid strike. Kaito cradled his injury, not daring to look up. No longer able to protect the twins, Master stepped between Gakupo and Kaito, stopping Gakupo before he could do any worse. Gakupo still shook with rage, but, unable to stand against him, turned and left the room. The door slammed a few moments later as Master was looking over Luka's body. She remained supine, eyes closed, almost like she'd been sleeping.
"Kaito,"
Master's voice was silent, almost a whisper. Kaito could hardly hear him over Rin's sobbing.
"Who did this?"
"It...it wasn't me."
"Then tell me who it was."
"I..."
He screwed his eyes shut, seemingly in pain.
"I can't tell you..."
...
The room was silent, dim; the gray-painted walls doing nothing to accentuate the already dull light that hung above them. It was meant to wear away at the mind, to look like an inescapable situation. No windows, only a two-way mirror that took up most of the wall that was only shared by the door. A small table, a simple chair. Kaito wrung his hands.
"If you don't consent, we can always get a warrant."
One of the cops, a woman, spoke to him factually. She leaned against the back wall while her partner sat at the table in front of Kaito.
"And no one wants to go through that trouble. If you're innocent, just let us look through your recorded memories and we'll let you go."
Her partner finished with a calmer tone, in an attempt to reach him. Kaito continued to look down at his hands. He heard the other cop sigh.
"Guess we'll have to force our way in. Really, you're just wasting everyone's time here. If I had it my way I'd just force my way into your head, never did like this trend of treating robots like they're actually sentient. Hell, I wouldn't even be on this case if they'd told me ahead of time the victim was just another damn android. We should be working on things that actually matter. Y'know, like actual living breathing humans?"
"That's enough, detective."
Her partner stood, giving Kaito one last chance.
"We just want to help you, alright? No one here is going to hurt you. The quicker this is over, the quicker things can go back to normal, isn't that right?"
Kaito looked up quickly, surprising the two others with the sudden movement.
"Oh? You change your mind?"
"No— I..."
He put his head back down, into his hands.
"I thought...I'm sorry."
"Yeah, you've said that a million times already. Y'know, if you were really sorry, you'd just say yes and let us look through all that incriminating data you've got saved up."
Silence. One of the detectives sighed.
"We'll let you go back to your handler, then. But we'll be coming back with a warrant to continue the investigation. I believe you, Kaito, honestly, but you aren't making things easy for us."
Once again, no response.
—
"It was him!"
A few officers moved to keep Gakupo from lunging when Kaito was brought back to them. Rage and grief had overcome him even in the time he had alone. Even once he figured he was calm, when he'd evened his breathing and made an attempt at coming to terms with the situation, just seeing the blue-haired vocaloid was enough to set him off again. Kaito stopped before he came too close, trying to look as small as possible. Eyes were drawn over to the scene from everywhere.
"Who else could it be!? He killed her, he did this!"
"Gakupo,"
Master made yet another futile attempt to calm him, glad that the twins weren't there to witness his outbursts.
"We need to wait and let the investigation continue. Kaito didn't have any reason to do this sort of thing. I understand you're upset—"
"Upset?"
Incredulous, Gakupo whipped around to face Master. He made a move to speak, to think of some rebuttal, but he was too overcome with grief to think clearly enough. He put a hand to his head to brush his bangs back. After hours of worrying, his hair was a mess. The officers had let him go once he'd stopped yelling and moved only to monitor him when he turned back to Kaito.
A moment passed, no words. Gakupo hurried out of the police station. In the time it took Kaito to shyly approach Master, the detectives had made him aware of the situation and the time it would take to approve a warrant. Kaito seemed only more shamed by their looks as they turned back and dismissed themselves.
"Kaito,"
He didn't look up when Master beckoned him. A jump, however, when his hand rested atop his head. Master brushed some of his hair aside, running his thumb along the poorly-healed scar on Kaito's forehead that was usually hidden.
"It's alright. No one here wants to hurt you..."
Gakupo isn't great at dealing with grief, apparently.
