AN: Back by popular demand! Chapter 11 of PO.

To 102faith103: Oh god, if Gakupo died, the stalker would have a heart attack XDD. Does this answer your question?

Chapter 11 – Stormy days

He has arrived. Finally, the final phase starts…

"Gakupo… you want me to go with you?" Kaito asked as Gakupo made his way out of the blue Ferrari.

On the way back from the gym they actually took longer time to get there. Gakupo had asked Akaito to drive slower, since he was going to get verbally pounded by Johanzilla out of work hours. He could at least take enough time to prepare himself mentally to whatever mistake the Producer was going to accuse him of.

"No, you already had your fair share of Johansson's poundings when you first started," he remembered Kaito.

"I know… still…no one should face the wrath of Johanzilla alone!" He shouted excitedly, lifting his fist up, determined. "I will go with you! Akaito, will you wait for us?"

"Nope, I got a second job, remember? But if you need a ride, just call my cab number and I will come, but in that case, you must pay for the ride," Akaito said and set off.

The two watched the red Ferrari drive away recklessly taking a sharp turn, causing others to beep at him. "I know he is a Pitchloid, and we as Vocaloids don't make as much money as a regular singer, so it's normal that some of us would need a part time job… yet how can he afford a Ferrari?"

"He keeps a Ferrari jar…" Kaito explained as the two walked towards the skyscraper known as the Vocaloid Enterprise. Upon Gakupo's confused look, Kaito continued: "He puts his tips there every day so that he can maintain his loved car."

They went to speak with the receptionist, who was obviously already waiting for Gakupo. She told him to go on up, because the Producer was already waiting for him. As they walked away, Kaito noticed the receptionist was giving them a repulsed look, not much at Kaito, but at Gakupo… odd. They entered the elevator and pressed the button for floor 7. The two stood for a while in silence.

"Hey Kamui-san, Shion-san," An almost metallic voice greeted inside the elevator. Both Gakupo and Kaito looked up.

"Hey Elevator guy," the two greeted back nonchalantly.

The Vocaloid company elevators had a very special characteristic. A few times in the week, at random moments, a man would talk with those entering the elevator when there was no one inside it. Some thought it was a voice from another world; others believed it was an Omen… In reality it was one of the security guys who watched over Control Room of the security systems. He got easily bored of his job, looking at monitors all the day, so to entertain himself, whenever someone entered the elevator he would chat with them.

"So why you two here out of work hours?"

"Johanzilla called me over…" Gakupo answered.

They heard a pause in the other side then the elevator guy spoke. "He arrived a few hours ago; you would have caught him arriving if you came sooner."

"Can you see him up there?" Gakupo asked.

"Gimme a sec," the elevator guy requested. "Ouch… He has the 'I am going to kill someone in five seconds from now'smile on."

That caused the two Vocaloids to flinch. Gakupo sighed, tapping his foot quickly, one of the three nervous ticks he had developed. "Oh come on Gakupo! It can't be that bad…"

"He called me a faggot! It's that bad!" Gakupo pointed out. "He called me a purple- haired faggot…"

"You do have purple hair…" The elevator guy pointed out and Gakupo looked up with a frown. "Sorry, just pointing it out."

"Shut up, Elevator Guy…"

Silence fell on the elevator; all that was heard was Gakupo's stressed tapping of the foot. Annoyed, Kaito grabbed Gakupo's leg making him stop, what caused the younger male to eye him. Kaito gave him a reassuring smile, he knew Gakupo was worried with whatever the Producer had in store for him, however, working himself up over it wasn't going to solve anything.

To try and help him calm him down, Kaito carefully looked for Gakupo's hand and intertwined his fingers with Gakupo's. For Kaito's pleasure, Gakupo didn't scoot away; he just blushed a little, looking down at the ground, gripping Kaito's hand hard.

"Are you two going to start making out in the elevator? 'Cause if you are, warn me so I can turn off the camera!" The elevator guy asked, causing the two Vocaloids to frown and look up. Childishly, Kaito stuck his tongue out at the man.

After an endless trip till the seventh floor, the elevator finally stopped and ping of the elevator was heard. Kaito was the first to step out dragging an unwilling Gakupo behind until the finally arrived at Johanzilla's office. Taking a deep breath the purple haired Vocaloid opened the door to his office and knocking he entered, Kaito followed behind.

"Mister Kamui, Mister Shion, welcome! Sit down." The Producer asked, pointing at the couches in his office. They did as he requested and observed him.

Yamamoto Johansson was the 30-year-old right-hand man of the Master. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes. He was a man whose size and muscles were enough to compete with Big Al, probably also the only reason why he actually liked and got along perfectly with him; yet, despite looking all macho, the man dressed neatly a black suit with a purple tie.

Despite having very bad social skills in the company, he was able to step on the Vocaloids' toes until they got what he wanted right, the man was efficient. All the PV's and songs he placed his hand on were blessed with immediate success. It was like he made a deal at the crossroads. Nonetheless, Johansson was a very intimidating man, so intimidating, that once he started talking; Gakupo made a small jump in his seat. Kaito smiled and grabbed his hand.

"You took longer than I expected," the producer said while he looked through his secretary for something.

"We were… far away…" Gakupo mumbled rubbing his head.

"I see," the producer walked over with what seemed to be magazines on his hand. "Can you please explain these to me, Kamui?"

Gakupo grabbed the magazines. "Explain… ah…" He dropped them shocked, he felt like all of his blood just migrated anywhere but his body.

Kaito eyed Gakupo concerned; he had never seen someone become pale so quickly. When Kaito looked at the magazines, he understood why. On the front page, pictures of the younger male were seen, featuring outrageous and offensive titles, accusing the purple-haired male of prostitution, promiscuity, irresponsible behavior and other antics.

In the first, Gakupo was holding a bottle of whisky while holding onto a censored image of a black guy (probably Tudor), his face was flustered and he seemed to be actually licking the black man's face. In the second one, Gakupo was making out with an older male, their tongues still connected by a strand of saliva. He and his… make-out partner were holding shot glasses and seemed to be having a great time. But the last ones were the worst.

One showed a picture of Gakupo alone by a water machine taking pills. Another showed Gakupo drinking a Sugar Drug Shot, a stupid shot in which guys had to sniff in regular sugar and then drink the dubious mixture of drinks, it almost looked like he was sniffing flour or coke or crystal. And the last photos, the bluenette recognized them instantly. His face wasn't seen but Kaito could clearly tell it was him, tied up to the bed, covered with his lover's semen. Gakupo was over him, straddling him while his tongue graciously caressed Kaito's body.

"Vocaloids promote promiscuity? The Purple Star of Vocaloid Company is a paid whore? Kamui Gakupo is a …" Kaito couldn't even read the rest. "What… what is this crap?"

"Yes, mister Kamui, what is this?"

Gakupo just trembled in his seat; his hand gripped tightly his pants. How could that be happening to him? Why? All just hit him back again, when the stalker had finally abandoned his worries, he had returned. The Stalker had forgotten about him, he had stopped sending him stuff, and suddenly, just like that, those pictures, that pattern of speech… he had returned. Just like that, stuffing at his boss's face those pictures, those captions, trying to ruin his life.

"S-sir… Those are just rumours!" The purple haired man yelped exasperate putting his hands over the magazines. "You can't really believe that… stuff… I am not a… prostitute! I would never sell out my…"

"Isn't this you, Kamui?" He pointed to the pictures and Gakupo flinched biting his lower lip. That was him but he wasn't a whore. Yes he had hit on the guys, but not offered his body like it said in the articles.

Gakupo's voice failed when he spoke. "Y-yes… b-but…"

"Then how can you say those are just rumours?" The Producer asked.

"N-no! That… I wasn't… prostituting myself." Gakupo was able to yelp getting up.

The producer threw one of the magazines at Gakupo who just left it fall, startled with the producer's reaction. "Oh, and here you are not sniffing coke?"

"No… that's sugar!"

"Sugar! Ha! Don't make me laugh. That's the best excuse you can come up with?"

"It's not an excuse!" The voice came out of the purple haired Vocaloid sounding like a screech. He retreated back holding his hand over his lips. The Producer looked as surprised at the sound that came out of the Vocaloid's mouth as Gakupo was. "It's a shot! An alcoholic drink! You really think they would serve drugs at a bar?"

"THAT'S IT, KAMUI! I WARNED YOU TO GET YOUR ACT STRAIGHT!" The Producer exploded at Gakupo. "Getting drunk in pubs, whoring yourself out! Doing drugs! Have you no shame? Do you want to ruin Vocaloid? Do you think anyone will pay a… Vocaloid who does drugs and sells himself out for such… disgusting deeds? Do you think people will hire any Vocaloid when one has such a reputation?"

"I hate to take this decision, but I did warn you to get off the drugs," he actually gave Gakupo a taunting smirk, as if saying; he did want to do that. "But we cannot keep a Vocaloid who's… a crack whore around."

Being called that snapped a nerve on Gakupo's mind. All his life he had been a righteous person, he never did anything that would embarrass himself or his family name. He didn't deserve what was happening to him.

Enraged, Gakupo did the first thing that crossed his mind. He grabbed hold of his bag that he had brought with himself and just shot it at the Producer's face. "I AM NOT A WHORE!"

The producer didn't seem caught by surprise by that, instead he just slapped the bag across the floor before it even touched him. Gakupo eyed the bag surprised at his own reaction. Suddenly he realized something…

Those red t-shirts weren't his… neither were those… oh god no!

The bag had open when the producer slapped it away, spreading across the floor the gym clothes Kaito had borrowed Gakupo, the water bottle, three small towels and under the towels were a couple of wrapped up red t-shirts. However, as they fell on the floor, they unwrapped, revealing between them small sealed plastic bags with a white powder inside.

"You're not a crack whore you say?" The producer walked over the bags and picked them up opening them. "This looks like coke to me… and this one… Crystal meth."

How… How did those… things get to Gakupo's bag? How? Someone must have slipped them into his bag.

"This stuff… that stuff isn't mine!" Gakupo mumbled. His whole body trembled when what that meant started to sink in.

"Then how did it get in your bag?" He grabbed the water bottle and opened it. "Hmmm… And I guess this alcohol is not yours."

"Alcohol?"

"Vodka. Strong one too!" The Producer said closing the lid on the water and throwing it at Gakupo, who flinched and clumsily caught it.

Gakupo eyed the water and realization hit him. Before, when he went to get his water he couldn't find it. Someone must have been in the room besides them, taken the water, substituted it with Vodka and hid the shirts with the drug inside his bag. That was the only reasonable explanation, but even Gakupo himself knew how farfetched that was. Had it been the stalker who did that? He had said he would destroy Gakupo's life.

"This is not mine! Someone must have slipped in into my bag while we were at the gym!" The purple-haired male yelped trying to defend himself. He was desperate; he had no idea what to say or do to convince the producer.

"Oh really? And who could that be?"

"I don't know… maybe this crazy stalker who has been after me…"

"Oh, so the stalker knew you were at the gym, knew I was going to call you today, so he stalked you to the gym, sneaked the drugs onto your bag, where everyone could catch him, because he knew you would flip and throw the bag at me, showing that way the drugs!" The Producer said mockingly. "Oh my god! That makes perfect sense!" Then his face hardened. "Please Kamui, don't insult my intelligence! You really expect me to believe a stalker you just made up is trying to get you fired?"

"I didn't make it up! Tell him Kaito!"

But when he looked back, he realized Kaito wouldn't say anything. The bluenette looked tense, gripping his pants in silence, then he eyed Gakupo in complete disbelief…

Did he think those, things belonged to Gakupo?

"Kaito?"

Kaito got up and grabbed his bag. "Excuse me, Yamamoto-sama," he said and walked away.

With his heart racing, Gakupo turned on his heels, eyeing the bluenette mortified. "Kaito?" He was abandoning him! He couldn't believe what he saw, Kaito was abandoning him with Johansson, not even one word, he didn't even try to defend him! Why? The door closed and Gakupo felt like his world just crumbled into pieces.

"Kamui, this is a waste of time. This joke is over. We are letting you go."

For a second or two the Vocaloid felt like someone just kicked him in the diaphragm, the shock of the words actually made him stop breathing for a while. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, just like that, five little words crushed his entire existence. Gakupo couldn't even react to the man's taunting and mocking smirk. He was really glad for firing Gakupo, yet again, he never liked Gakupo anyway.

"Mister Kamui, you are fired. You have one week to leave both the Yamaha co. Appartment and the Vocaloid Manor. Now, please leave, I would hate to have to call security."

"Ah," was all that left Gakupo's lips.

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Oh my lord! This was priceless! I killed two ducks with one shot! I never intended things to go this way, but they went wonderfully, even better than what I had planned at the beginning.

Without a job, no one will notice when you go missing the next morning. Not even your sweet, big, blue whore!

You are all mine, finally. I should get going; I don't know when I'll get a better opportunity to catch you again.

The bluenette had finally arrived at the exit door of the company when he heard the running. He looked back and saw Gakupo just leaving the service stairs and running after him. He had never seen Gakupo so pale; he looked as if he had gotten seriously ill in the past minutes. Yet again, so did Kaito.

Despite seeing the gasping and tired running of his… friend, Kaito did not wait and just walked outside. "K-kaito!" The other called and he felt Gakupo's fingers close around his arm.

"W-where… where are… you g-going?" Gakupo asked panting, sweat running down his face, his hair, always perfect and purple, was a real wild mess right now, even his voice was trembling. He had never seen Gakupo looking so… pathetic.

"I'm going home!" he answered, pulling his arm free.

"K-kaito, please, you believe me, right? That stuff… none of t-that was mine! I swear!"

"That was why you didn't want to drink your water, right?" Kaito asked. "'Cause it was booze, right?"

"What? No! Kaito, please, I couldn't find it, someone must have replaced it for that…"

"Oh come on Gakupo! Even I can see how farfetched that explanation is! I may not be the smartest Vocaloid around, but please!"

"B-but…"

"Why did you go just straight from booze to drugs? What? You thought we wouldn't notice when you were high? Or wasn't the alcohol strong enough anymore?"

"K-kaito, please!" Gakupo yelped exasperated, grabbing Kaito's arms, trying to get him to stop. He couldn't even think straight anymore, how could he make Kaito see he was telling the truth? "Please, I swear, I am not on drugs! You know me, I could never get… get… drugged!"

"Yes, you also could never get drunk, nor practically throw yourself at the oldest bachelor in a club!" Kaito pushed Gakupo away.

"Kaito please! You know me!"

"Stop Gakupo… Okay? Just, stop! I can't even look at you…"

The screeching of a car caught their attention. A yellow cab drove towards them, stopping right in front of them. Akaito was inside, Kaito opened the door and entered to the driver's seat. The purple-haired Vocaloid saw Akaito say something and Kaito just giving him sign to leave. So, Gakupo ran to the car and knocked at the window desperate.

"Kaito! Wait! Kaito! I am telling the truth! I swear! I am telling the truth!" he yelled. Yet, with an apologetic look, Akaito drove away letting Gakupo alone on the sidewalk watching, numbed.

Hugging himself, Gakupo tried to hold his breath, otherwise he would start sobbing uncontrollably. How was it possible that just a few hours ago he was happily making fat jokes with Kaito at a swimming pool? Now, there he was, alone, at night, with no job and no best friend, and most likely with his entire reputation ruined for good. Left with nothing else to do, Gakupo just decided to walk back home, alone. His apartment just stayed an hour away from there.

After a few minutes walking down the streets alone, taking a few shortcuts, a small nerve on the back of his head started warning him that something wasn't right. As Gakupo looked back, he realized someone was following him, a really, really big man with a hood, carrying a baseball bat. His heart raced against his chest and he quickened the pace. People, he needed to find a street with people, he had a really bad feeling about that guy. A really bad feeling.

The man was closing on him and he was still so far away from his apartment and far away from the streets that actually had people around. He started running, that would get him away faster. Yes, run! But as he started running, so did the man with the bat. Gakupo yelped inside, the man was indeed chasing him. The purple-haired Vocaloid ran faster and faster. This was his usual street, the road he always took back home, always.

He turned left still running away. The man was no longer after him. He stopped and kept walking, looking back in fear. His body aching from the effort, he was so exhausted. Where had he gone? Suddenly he heard something ahead of him and turning around he jumped back startled. A very big guy was right in front of him. He yelled mortified and fell back.

"Hey! Calm down, it's me!" A very familiar raspy voice said. Gakupo didn't even notice he had fallen down. "You look like the stalker was after you."

Standing right in front of him was a very big man, with brown hair with white parts on the hair, wearing a red sweater and worn out jeans. The Vocaloid Frankenstein, a joke PowerFX came up with to explain the striking stitch scar he had on his forehead. "Big Al… How… where?"

"Akaito called me. He told me you were going home alone," the big man explained, grabbing Gakupo's hand and pulling him up. "So me and Yuma decided to come get you."

"Yuma?"

"He went through the main street, in case you decided to think about your own welfare and did not take the shortcuts…" He frowned at Gakupo who looked away ashamed. He hadn't even thought about that. "So what happened that got you so spooked?"

"I think the stalker was after me…" he answered looking back.

"What?"

Bummer, I was so close to get him if that abomination wasn't around the corner! I will never get such a perfect opportunity as this one. I would have caught him, faked suicide and caching, my purple star would be mine at last.

No worries, I can wait a bit more. You shall be mine soon my love, you can't escape me forever.

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AN: Evil cliffie again. Bwhahahahaha :P