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To TheRpers of Hell – Ga-kun x Akaito… I myself would love that. :P But I'm not going to do it.

To Mori – All those questions will be answered soon.

All the others – You shall find out who the purple stalker is soon.

AN: Contains rape

AN: Lisianthus: Flower, many times confused with a rose, of purple color and extreme delicacy.

Chapter 8 –Lisianthus

"Apparently someone broke into your neighboring apartment," spoke Inspector Otome.

Gakupo was in the kitchen once more, leaning over the balcony and looking outside, taking the night's sea breeze in. Relaxing his muscles and his body, trying to forget what was happening. Trying to relax for once. Had he no right to be at peace?

Apparently not until that Stalker was caught.

According to inspector Otome, the letter in the bonsai said: My dear Purple star, I eager so much for us to be together. Your parents got pretty disappointed once they found out, they did not expect that. Poor Mr. and Mrs. Kamui.

"He left no finger prints whatsoever and we believe he may have entered through the venting system," Otome continued. "That's probably how he knew what you were saying."

"I see…" Gakupo mumbled and turned around leaning against balcony. "Is that all?"

"We are going to take the tree and the letter to the lab to see if we can find anything. We shall contact you the moment we find something."

"I appreciate that," Gakupo said.

"Is anyone going to spend the night with you, Mister Kamui?" The inspector asked rather worried, looking around.

"Yes. Luka and Big Al have been keeping me company," Gakupo answered. "But they went to the movies so they must arrive late."

"Very well. I advise you to stay home and not leave home alone."

He saw the purple haired man sigh and scratch his head. He actually looked like there was something else bothering him more than that, like now the stalker problem was something minor compared to something else.

"We must go now. Have a good night Mister Kamui."

"Okay… good night." Gakupo bowed at the Inspector and lead him and his men to the door. Once they disappeared down the stairs, Gakupo locked the door.

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Taya woke up slowly trying to remember what happened last night. He was going home, it was dark, he had just come from the hospital from visiting Tsubame and he saw a man chasing him, a very large man, seemed to be in his forties and was definitely a body builder. He wore a mask and he had a baseball bat and he hit him…

Yes, the man had struck Taya across his head.

Taya tried to get up but quickly and realized with horror that someone had chained his hands to a wall. He looked around, his eyes adjusting to his surroundings. His feet were also chained to a dark stone, blood stained floor. He had been stripped of his possessions and garments. He whimpered in fear trying to move.

"Shush!" He heard someone order and looked towards it. He saw the large man with the mask sitting by. He just now started hearing music and recognized it as being "Dolls", being sang by himself.

"Where?... Who are you?" Taya asked in fear.

"I am your new master, and you are my new doll, Taya," the man explained.

"N-new doll? Please, please let me go! I haven't done anything wrong! Please!" He started.

The man got up and walked over to Taya. "Your hair is pretty…" He complimented and grabbing hold of handful of hair he pulled Taya up. The young teen tried to catch hold of it and froze when he saw a knife on the man's hand. "Behave or I'll give you the world's shortest haircut!"

The young boy had no other choice but to obey. The man pushed the boy against the wall and pulled his hair up, with the knife he cut off Taya's hair short.

"Stay," the man walked away and placed the hair over a table. Taya eyed him in silence and fear.

"Blue… blue… always that blue whore," the man said to himself, Taya realized. "You love that blue whore, but see how much I care for you that I know how much you like it, I will even offer you something blue."

"What are you going to do to me?" Taya asked, fearing whatever answer could come.

"I'm going to play with you, my little doll," he answered and walked over throwing Taya over the table.

Taya heard the man unzip his pants and tried to move away, but the man tightened the chains tying them to the table so Taya couldn't move. Taya felt the man's organ nudging against his entrance.

"No, please! Don't! Aaaah!" The teen yelled in surprise and pain the moment the man penetrated him in a single mind tearing thrust.

The man pinned Taya's head to the table and thrust into his body, quicker and deeper. The blue haired teen closed his eyes crying in pain, his eyes filled with tears. He was tearing him apart! The man was tearing him apart! The thrusts became deeper and faster, breaking the unprepared walls of Taya's entrance. His tears flowed in abundance from his eyes to the table as he struggled under the man, seeking for a way out but nothing worked.

He felt the man tense up inside him and finally, with a groan releasing his seed. Taya squirmed yelling and crying as the man came, violating and staining his, till the moment, virgin body.

The man pulled it out and composed himself. Taya laid down on the table sobbing in pain and humiliation. Yet the man wasn't fulfilled or happy. A fun toy, but a toy could never compare the object of his affection.

Humph… how depressing. They will never met your potential my beautiful purple Lisianthus. I am becoming impatient... Very impatient.

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Ignoring the advice of Inspector Otome the day before, taking advantage of the fact that Luka and Big l had left for a date, Gakupo decided to spend the day out of home and alone. Hopefully get his thoughts organized or find a way to forget about them.

So, it was late in the night already, and the African bar known as the Tandas Bar, was just starting to fill with all sorts of people. The bar took pride for having a small African band playing traditional songs for the people who visited it to hear. Half of the costumers didn't get a word of what they were singing but all could agree that it was relaxing and exotic to hear to the singing of the drums, pipes and flutes alongside the strange words of their native tongue.

At the bar, the purple haired young adult sat drinking a mixture of cocktails of a very dubious color. He was staring at the singers trying to understand the lyrics of their songs, but no use, he had no idea what African language they were speaking.

With a lonely sigh, he mixed up his drink and swallowed it up. Gakupo knew getting drunk wasn't a smart idea, but last time it helped him up forget a whole night, besides, what more had he to lose? His job? Like being a Vocaloid was more important to him than his parents, though he did turn his back on his family to become one, but it was different, he turned his back on being a kendo fighter to become a Vocaloid, Chichioya was the one who chose to stop talking to him because of that.

"Can I get another one?" Gakupo asked.

"Hey, it's you!" he heard a cheerful voice and looked to the side.

He stared at a very large black man who smiled down on him. He had a feeling he knew that guy, till recognition finally hit him.

"Tudor, right?" He asked with a smile and the black man nodded.

"Great! You remember! What are you doing here?" The man asked and sat down next to Gakupo, to what the younger man solely answered with a shrug. "You shouldn't be drinking."

"Why?"

"Well, don't you have that problem with that obsessed stalker you told me about last time?" Tudor asked. Gakupo had told him about that?

Tudor was a very tall, very large black man, muscled and bald, with deep violet eyes and wearing a tightened regular sweater and a pair of black pants. Despite looking big and scary, he had the smile of a child, which made the purple haired feel reassured, plus the fact that he was that big, made him feel safe.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"No thanks, I don't drink anything with alcohol. How are things with you and Kaito?" He asked with a smile and asked a non alcoholic cocktail. Was that guy for real?

"Me and… Kaito?"

"Yes. You told me last time you thought he was cute and he was very nice and you would definitely date him if you had a chance. Did you ask him out like we told you to?"

"I said that?" Gakupo asked remembering his own words. A crush on Kaito…

"We're mad with each other…"

"Ouch… why?"

"I guess I was nothing more than an experience for him," Gakupo mumbled, realizing the growing pain that struck him from those words.

"Why do you say that? He seemed to genuinely care for you," Tudor confessed scratching his head.

"Let's go dance!" Gakupo decided drinking his cocktail in one sip and pulling the black man behind him.

"What?... Wait!"

Gakupo made his way through the dancers with a smile, pulling a very awkward feeling Tudor behind. As the beats flowed Gakupo started dancing to the rhythm following a pair of African dancers. Three steps forward, three steps back, shaking his butt side to side with the flow of the melody and moving his arms, the purple haired man quickly entered in the rhythm of the dance. Other joined in, it wasn't that hard, just mimic the dancers.

Next to him, a very clumsy Tudor tried to catch up with the rhythm. He was a painter, not a dancer. Chuckling, Gakupo grabbed the man's hands and started leading him in the dance. With Gakupo's help Tudor ended up catching the pace. Very soon the two were dancing and chuckling at the sounds of the South… west?

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"You know, Tudor, you're hot!" Gakupo said giggling while the man helped him go up the stairs. "Hey… last time you painted me, didn't you?"

"Yes I did, Gakupo…" Tudor answered with a worried smile.

Tudor couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed and annoyed with himself. He should have stopped the purple haired singer from drinking so much. Gakupo had fallen completely inebriated, spouting nonsense and randomly hitting on older males and females in a way that seem to say, "Hey, I'm confused about my sexuality; do you want to give me a hand figuring out if I'm gay or straight?"

On the bright side, some guys and some girls actually found that pick up line fun and did decided to help him, probably because Gakupo was pretty good looking. So, Tudor couldn't take his eyes from Gakupo, because every time he did he found the younger man making out in a corner with a really creepy old guy or an absolutely repulsive woman. Apparently the booze had completely clouded his judgment. Not that he had anything to do with that, but he had learned that he had to watch over his friends.

"Tudor… I like big men, like Kaito and Big Al and you… Big and strong, that way they can protect me," Gakupo commented holding onto Tudor. "Carry me, bridal stile! I always wanted to be carried!"

"I'm not going to carry you!" Tudor exclaimed as he opened the door of Gakupo's apartment. The apartment was deserted. A note over the coffee table said: Gakupo, me and Luka went out for a romantic night, don't wait up for us. Please call someone to keep you company, don't pass the night alone. Kisses and Hugs, your Big Red Penguin, Al.

The black man sat Gakupo on the couch and went to close the door and lightened up the room. He looked for the phone and an address book to call for someone to look out for Gakupo. He walked over to the kitchen and started surfing over the address notebook. He froze when he felt the younger male softly grazing against him.

"Tudor, don't you want to paint me?" He whispered seductively.

"Humm… I think I can do that later…" Tudor was able to say. He was straight, and he could tell when he was being hit on, but that was the first time a man hit on him.

"You sure? Go get your painting supplies, that way you can paint me…" He felt the younger male walk away. "You said you needed an artistic nude for your exposition."

"I think it's better for us to wait…" Tudor blushed, as to him, that inquiry seemed so awkward.

"Who are you dialing to?" Gakupo asked. "Goin to call someone to babysit me?

Feeling the odd karma, Tudor looked over his shoulder at him. He looked unpleased for having his advances rejected. Holding his hands crossed over his chest defensively and looking away annoyed. The black male couldn't help but gulp, Gakupo was a very attractive man, almost as delicate as a woman. So that's what they called a "bishie!" Tudor shook his head, what was he thinking about? Gakupo was a male.

"I'm looking for Kaito's phone number," Tudor answered; as he was the only person Tudor knew who could watch over the purple haired man.

Gakupo stormed over and grabbed the phone literally pulling it off the wall, ripping away the wires and throwing it to the ground, the phone broke on impact and Gakupo walked away smiling. Tudor jumped away with Gakupo's outburst and eyed him. He looked pretty calm and pretty agitated, letting go of a twisted a smile.

"You're not going to call him!" Gakupo protested, crossing his arms. "I don't want to see him…"

"Okay… Gakupo… you don't need to get mad," Tudor said, lifting his hands up in surrender.

"I feel a bit warm…" He stated and pulled off his shirt.

Upon that sight, the black man gulped. Ivory skin, detailed six-pack, delicate male body in a way he had never seen back on the States, yet again, on the states there weren't that many males wanting to pose nude for a large black man. Yet, he was right; he was perfect for an artistic nude. It would be the jewel of his exposition, a Japanese male beauty. And the expression he was making, how could Tudor portray it? It wasn't exactly upset, but something else, a mixture of pain, fear and rejection yet so seductive.

He could already think of a tittle for the picture, Unreachable Lisianthus.

"Humm… Okay. I'll go get my art supplies, if you promise to stop hitting on me." Tudor asked.

"Sure whatever…" Gakupo answered.

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"He's going to kick me out," Kaito thought as he reached the final step of Gakupo's apartment.

The bluenette looked at the apartment door in front of him and took in a deep breath. Big Al had called asking if Gakupo had called them asking for company. When Kaito answered no, Big Al requested (threatened) Kaito to go check on him, just in case. After a lot of debating and begging and running around looking for a free Vocaloid to go check on Gakupo, he had no option but to go there himself, and with his Lexus still being fixed, he had to go on a bicycle there.

That was so not his style, he drove a car everywhere, Gakupo was the one who went everywhere with a bicycle, defending the environment. Kaito often wondered how he got legs to drive that everywhere, though, that was probably the origin on Gakupo's agility and six-pack.

He was about to knock at it when it opened. Kaito stepped back as he looked at the very large man he met the day Gakupo got drunk. On his hands he held several boxes and looked down at Kaito curious. The blue haired man looked inside and saw the phone broken in the hallway.

"Did you break in?" Kaito asked, feeling his heart racing.

"No!" The man stated lifting his hands.

"Tudor? Who is it?" asked a familiar low voice.

Kaito felt his heart fall. Behind Tudor, Kaito saw Gakupo walking over dressing up a robe over his naked body. Gakupo had confessed before to have hit on Tudor, did he and Tudor do anything? Kaito bit his lips, the pain was unbearable.

"It's Kaito. I have to go Gakupo, take care. Excuse me," Tudor said and walked pass him walking towards the stairs.

They watched the man go down the stairs until he disappeared out of sight. Maybe someone should get an elevator installed on the apartment because Kaito always got up there short on breath. The bluenette diverged his attention to Gakupo, they were the only ones there now.

The purple haired male looked at Kaito surprised for his presence. He closed his robes, but the bluenette could tell he had nothing under it. The two stood in silence staring one at the other in a moment of awkwardness.

"What were you doing?" Kaito asked. "You're naked…"

"I have a robe on..." Gakupo pointed out.

"Were you drinking?" Kaito asked once he caught Gakupo's alcohol-smelling breath.

"Your breath smells like booze!"

"It's… a possibility," Gakupo confessed scratching his head. He wanted to ask Kaito about the experience comments but he felt so awkward.

"And I was worried about you," Kaito shook his head. He was so disappointed; his chest pained him so much. Gakupo was with Tudor, drunk… He was sure they had had sex; why else would Gakupo be naked? The bluenette bit his lips. "Apparently you don't worry about your own welfare! Why should I…"

"You and him did it? Didn't you?" Kaito asked, grabbing Gakupo's shoulders. Oh, the jealousy was so striking.

"What? No! Nothing happened," Gakupo replied pushing Kaito away, but in a moment of sheer idiocy he mumbled a comment out. "Not that I didn't try…" And cover his mouth quickly when he saw Kaito's expression harden.

"I don't even know why I wasted my time. I have nothing to care about who you sleep with…" Kaito spit at the younger male and turning around he made his way towards the stairs.

"K-kaito! Wait let me explain!" Gakupo called, running after the bluenette.

Even barefoot and with only his robes on, Gakupo didn't care; he had to speak properly with Kaito. He ran down the stairs as quickly as he could after the bluenette who seemed to be running away. He yelled for Kaito to wait but he ignored Gakupo. He couldn't let that misunderstanding slip, he and Kaito had been argueing for long enough. Gakupo didn't even notice when his foot skipped a step. "Damn…" Was all he thought when he felt his body fall over.

"Aaagh!" Kaito heard and stopped. He could swear he had heard someone fall. He no longer heard Gakupo calling for him.

"Gakupo?"

Kaito felt his heart race and ran up the stairs, inhaling in relieve when he saw the younger male sat on the steps rubbing his left foot.

He looked up and Kaito and smiled weakly. "I think I strained my ankle…" He mumbled. Kaito sighed and walked over to Gakupo picking him up.

"Huh? Kaito what are…" He started when Kaito picked him up from the ground as if he was a woman with an incredible ease.

"I'll carry you back upstairs."

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