WARNING SLIGHT LEMON UP AHEAD. DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT, PEOPLE!

Dear God, Len felt like a cheater. He did not want to be underneath some girl that wasn't Komori. Then again, he didn't want Komori to be on top of him either. He wanted her to be underneath him.

Anyway, he could tell that Neru thought she was really "seducing" him, and that she didn't have a clue as to what he was planning for her. He was going to have to do something nasty in order to get her and the rest of the Len fanclub to stop bullying Komori. He hadn't exactly thought of the pose he would take, but his plan involved a camera and some really mean blackmail. Len didn't like to put people under these types of situation or cause people grief, but if they were being mean to Komori, he felt he had to do it. He had had enough of the fanclub and it was time to fight back.

As Neru started loosening both of their clothes, Len tilted his head back and closed his eyes. He really didn't want to do this. It felt wrong. He invisioned Komori, waiting in her shop, in full knowledge of what was taking place this minute. It drove him crazy to think that she had actually agreed to this plan. He could hear Neru giggle as she slowly walked her fingers up to his neck, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Neru's face, smiling foxily at him. She bent down and kissed him, sending off sirens in Len's head. He made a shocked face and looked into the nearest corner of the wall where a tiny camera had been implanted into the wall…by him. He felt the little wireless remote control in his hand, hidden from Neru's view, and pressed the red button with his thumb. When he heard the satisfying click, he was assured that his efforts were not in vain.

His plan, of course, was to gather a gallery of photos that made it look like Neru raped him.

Thirty minutes later…

Len was pleased. He had taken four photos, all with him looking upset under Neru. He had the pleasure of looking at that hopeful expression again. Neru had actually thought that he was hers to keep now. How naïve these girls were. It highly amused him, as always. He finished buttoning his shirt and looked down at the yellow-haired girl, still lying on the floor, shirt undone, exposing her chest. Her skirt was still pushed up to around her waist and her panties were still wound around her ankle. A little stain of blood and his seed dotted the ground beneath her crotch and her skin was still glistening with sweat. This is what he wanted Komori to look like when he was done with her.

Neru looked up at him, cheeks flushed and breathing heavily. Her eyes were watery. She had done well for her first time, actually. Len felt sad that he had to spoil this moment, but he walked over to the printer a few feet away and pressed the black button on the remote, still firmly encased in his hand. The printer whirred to life and printed out four photos in a row. The resolution was good; he knew he had picked the right camera. He glanced to its little nook in the wall and smiled. He decided to give Kaito that book he desperately wanted to thank him for letting him borrow the camera. Kaito was a real friend.

He heard Neru's breath increase from the other side of the table. "What's that, Len?" she asked him sweetly. Len turned around, smiling evily, and held up the photos of Neru having sex with him. He walked toward the quizzical girl and let her see. He watched in glee as Neru's face turned from tired to confused to horrified. "Oh no…" Neru gasped, covering her face. "Don't tell me…" Len grinned, patronizing his victim. "Oh?" he purred seductively, feigning surprise. "You've figured it out already?" A grin flashed across his darkly-lit face. Neru looked up at him, eyes glassy and pleading. "No, you can't…!" Len's smile grew even bigger. "Oh yes, Neru-chan," he whispered. "You've been quite mean lately." He was coaxing her into this. Neru had fallen into his trap.

Neru was almost in tears. "I'll stop bullying Kotaine! I'll tell everyone at the fanclub to stop as well! Just don't show anyone those picutres!" Len nodded and tucked the four photos into his backpack. "Very well," he agreed. "I shall scan them into my computer and destroy the original ones. I give you my word. But if you break your end of the bargain, I'll send all of them to everyone in the grade. You wouldn't want that to happen, would you?" Neru shook her head franticly. "All the girls must be nice to Komori by tomorrow," he conituned. "Are we clear, Neru-chan?" And with that, he turned on his heel and walked out of the library, shaking off the sounds of Neru's soft weeping.

As Len walked up the stairs and into Komori's apartment, he wondered whether Neru would truly keep her bargain or not. He was met with a burst of pink and blue light from the sunset and the smell of sushi. He looked up to see Komori sitting at table, lazily scanning over her laptop screen, a tray of store-bought sushi next to the whirring machine on the table. She subconsciously clicked her chopsticks together and noticed Len.

"I take it the mission was successful?" she asked him in a monotone voice. Len chuckled. "How could you tell?" Komori turned the laptop around so he could see the screen. Komori had been checking her email. Looking closer, Len could see about twenty emails from all the girls in his fanclub. Most of the emails had titles like "I'm Sorry!" or "Please Forgive Me!" Len was impressed. Neru worked pretty darn fast.

"It seems as though the plan worked," Len announced. Komori smiled faintly and tossed him a tray of sushi that she had fished out of a plastic bag. "Good," she said, nodding. "Hate mail is annoying." Len didn't forget that Komori still thought he had stolen Neru's phone. As they finished eating, Len looked at Komori, busy filling out orders online for her store.

"Are you sure you're okay with what I did this afternoon?" he asked her. The girl shrugged. "I don't really care as long as you don't enjoy it," she told him. Len groaned. "It felt so wrong that I almost pushed her off me," he sighed, remembering his thoguhts. Komori smiled. "Aw, Neru isn't that bad, is she?" Len sighed again. "She's a total slut," he told her. "Even though it was her first time she acted like it was her 100th. Who know what she might spend her free time doing?" Komori raised an eyebrow. "I really do not want to think about that." Len grinned and chuckled. Suddenly, his face turned sly. "Or are you trying to hook me up with her?" he asked jokingly. Komori looked up from her laptop screen. "If I were, it surely wouldn't work. Sometimes I wonder if you've taken a bottle of invisible super glue and glued yourself to me," she replied. Len stood up and walked over slowly. "And I'll never break that bond until you don't feel a single shard of resentment towards me," he promised her. Komori laughed and pushed her chair away from the table in a fluid motion. She stood up and turned back to him. "Trust me," her voice floated to him. "If I even had a single fraction of doubt about you, you'd already be in the ER by now." Len acted on his chance and silently took two long strides and came up behind Komori. He wrapped his arms around Komori's waist, pulling her into him, feeling the lines of her back on his chest. Resting his chin rest on her right shoulder, he nipped her ear lobe and kissed her neck a few times. He felt Komori tense up under his arms. Maybe she'd start shivering.

But before he could think about anything else, she placed her hands and his and pulled them away from each other, releasing herself from his embrace. Len looked at her back, still smiling. "Okay, you perv, you and me both have homework to do, you know," Komori said over her shoulder as she disappeared into the sea of beads at the other side of her room. As the beads stilled, Len walked forward, diving into the curtain, making the beads move again, joined Komori, and started his homework.

Hatsune Miku sat in her room surfing the web, hunched in her blue plastic swivel chair, separated from the rest of the world, oblivious of the many circles of light cut out of the aluminum wall in front of her. Her desk area was littered with printouts of schedules and queues of sorts and she seemed busy. Suddenly, her eyes widened at the electronic screen and quickly hit the print button with the mouse. She squealed and plucked the piece of paper from her printer. She got up and joyously whirled and spun around her room, carefully avoiding all the music equipment and smoothie machines strategically placed around her room. Everything was white and sky blue, of course.

She fell onto the white duvet of her blue sofa bed and stared up at the ceiling, painted to look like the open sky. The thrilled Hatsune looked over the piece of paper, checking to see if the email she had just received was real. It was. Giggling and rolling around, she tried to picture the DROID girls' faces when she showed them this.

It was going to rock.

Sorry for the slight lemon. That was awkward…

Yes, I will be finishing this in a few chapters. I'm sorry. It's just that I have nothing else to write about…