An: For anyone who wants. This fanfiction has a blog now. Link is on my profile. Should I do a Tumblr instead?

AN: Violence and rape on this chapter.

Chapter 20 – Breaking the Dragon

Oh my star, I have such pretty dolls for you. They are so cute. You're going to love them!

The door clicked as it was unlocked. Gakupo, who had been lying down the whole day almost sprung up from the bed with the sound, he stared at the door and saw the large male entering. The large male smirked the moment his eyes crossed contact with the Vocaloid.

"Didn't you eat my star?" He asked looking at the overturned tray of food on the floor. Gakupo remained silent. "And after I had so much hard work preparing this dish especially for you!"

"I'd rather starve…" Gakupo grumbled almost inaudible.

The stalker frowned annoyed at the Vocaloid and walked over to him. How could he? How could his beloved star still defy him? He was turned, he was turned against him by the devious plots of that whore who took Gakupo from him. But he was going to show him, he would teach his star how to behave, even if that meant breaking his star apart until there was little of the man left. He would break him until only a broken spirit and a compliant mind was left.

That was what he would do, that's what he wanted.

"You seem rather lively, now. I'm glad you have recovered!" He said and walked over to the tray.

He picked up the tray and the food carefully, trying to fix up the food, even though it was made into a pulpy mess of pancakes and now dirt. Smirking he turned around carrying the tray for Gakupo and sat beside him. In answer, the Vocaloid just scooted away.

"Eat," the stalker said with a smile and the younger male looked away. The smile died and turned to frown.

"Eat!" The stalker ordered in commanding voice, resulting on a flinch from the other male, however, Gakupo still refused to look at him and eat.

Clearly annoyed, the Stalker gripped Gakupo's hair and pulled his head back. A yelp escaped the Vocaloid's throat once the man grabbed his chin and forced him to open his mouth. Regardless of the protests, the squirming and the kicking, the stalker was still able to force Gakupo's mouth open and slam a handful of food – apparently what was left of the pancakes- down his mouth. Coughing and gasping, in a final attempt to revolt against his condition, Gakupo just spited what he hadn't swollen at the stalker's face.

Completely cought by surprised, the stalker looked at his star and smirked, annoyance growing inside him. Taken by his frustration the stalker threw Gakupo onto the bed and got over him. With his hands he started ripping away the Vocaloid's yukata. Gakupo yelped and squirmed under the larger male trying to crawl away, but the stalker just yanked him right back to him. Struggling, he threw his feet at the man, trying to push him, to kick him, to just get him away from him.

"Aaagh! My nose! You bitch!" Suddenly the stalker yelled jumping away.

Gakupo heard something touch the ground and looked in time of seeing the stalker with his back turned to him, his mask, on the floor. He had successfully kicked the man on the face.

Oh but he was mad, he was utterly possessed.

He placed his mask back on and turned towards Gakupo grinning. His star would pay, he would pay for that dire offense.

"It seems like you need some persuasion," he said and made his way to the chain attached to the ceiling.

He tugged the chain and pulled it. Causing Gakupo to be dragged by it, the Vocaloid tried to resist but he didn't had enough strength and just ended up being forced to his tip-toes. He placed his hands on the chain around his neck and tried to loosen it up, but no use, all he could do was hold himself in his tip toes so he wouldn't choke.

"W-what are you doing?!" Gakupo yelped, panting in fear.

A grin crossed the stalker's mouth and he left the room, leaving the Vocaloid on that position. How long was the stalker planning to keep him like that? Any wrong move and Gakupo could end up hanging by his neck. He remained in that position for quite some time, for what seemed hours. He couldn't help but become distressed, once his legs started going numb, being invaded by an uncomfortable stinging.

Suddenly, yells, female yells, filled the hallways. Someone was asking, yelling, begging to be released. Did the stalker capture someone else? Was he dragging them to Gakupo's prison?

Literally thrown in, two girls fell flat across the floor. They were quite young, they probably weren't more than 15 or 16 years old, probably the same age as the Kagamine twins. A gasp escaped Gakupo once he recognized them, one was a Vocaloid and the other a Utau. One had long pinkish hair tied up in a loose bun and was wearing pink ripped dress, one sock and one Hello Kitty shoe. The other one had short purple hair, black shorts and blue hoodie on, both ripped into pieces.

The stalker locked the door and walked to the girls. He picked the pink haired girl by her chin and made her look at Gakupo. The girls whimpered in fear, tears rolling down their eyes; they were bruised up also, as if he abused them.

What had he done to them?!

"Do you like the dolls I brought you, my Star?" The stalker asked.

The two girl were shackled, he realized, and they looked up at Gakupo.

"You're Gakupo!" The purple-haired girl said.

"Oh, you know each other? What's their names, my star? Can you tell me?"

"W-what are you g-going to do them?"

"I asked you a question. Who are they?"

"Let us go!" The girl with pink hair asked. "P-please sir! We have nothing to do with him! P-please! We haven't done anything. For god shake, we don't know half of the Vocaloids!"

"SHUT UP!" He rowered at the two girls who flinched back in fear. They curled up against each other, whimpering and trying to look as small as nature allowed them.

"Dolls do not talk, their duty is to obey and be pretty! Now, my violet star, what are their names?"

"P-please, you heard them, just let them g…"

"WHAT'S THEIR NAMES?!" He yelled at Gakupo picking up the pink-haired one by her hair.

"Iroha, her name is Iroha!" Gakupo yelled tearing, terror for those girls invading him. Please, that he would not hurt them. "Please let them go!"

"What about hers?"

"W-what?"

"What is the other girl's name?"

Gakup stared at the purple haired girl. He knew she was an Utau but he couldn't remember her name. Closing his eyes he left go of a yelp.

Goddamnit there were SO many Utaus! How could he expect him to remember the name of all them? Half of them didn't even maintain good relations with Vocaloids. He knew Teto and Ted and Taya, but that was pretty much it. Even first Utau the stalker kid, he didn't knew of her existence until her head went to his door.

"I don't know," he answered and as he saw the stalker walking up to the girl, angst rushed up Gakupo's body. "She's an Utau! That's all I know! She's an Utau! P-Please let them go! They haven't done anything! They barely know me!"

Nonetheless, ignoring the cries of Gakupo, the stalker picked the girl up and threw her to the Vocaloid's feet. "How mean of him, you know his name and he doesn't even know yours! You know why? Because he doesn't care about you. He doesn't know you, he doesn't care for you! You two are from different worlds! That's why I'm choosing you, my dear Defoko. That's her name, Defoko."

"P-please don't! Just let them go! I'll do anything! Just let them go!" Gakupo yelled. Tears of terror were now running down his eyes. He knew what the stalker was going to do to her, deep inside himself, he knew.

Ripping apart the girl's shorts the stalker smirked at Gakupo. "My dear Defoko, it's my beautiful Adonis fault what I'm going to do to you. If he had behaved like a good doll and obeyed, I wouldn't have to do this you. He must be punished."

"Please don't do this! Punish me instead!" Gakupo yelled as the larger male pinned the girl to the floor, opening his pant's zipper. "Please! I'm sorry! Please just let them go! I'm sorry!"

In the back, Iroha started wailing louder, as if waiting for the same herself. It was probably what was going to happen.

"No! You must learn, my star," he answered with a smirk. "Your actions will have consequences."

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"Bakaito-nii-san, wake up, you'll be late," a high pitch voice called.

Slowly opening his eyes, Kaito looked over the embroiled mess of blankets that he used to be covering himself with and saw a blonde haired teen smiling from the door. Sitting up on his bed, Kaito rubbed his eyes looking around confused. He had slept a lot so he felt disoriented and dizzy right now, plus the fact that he sat up quickly didn't help him feel any better.

8:30 in the morning. He saw on the clock, at least it wasn't as late as he expected.

He went to take a nap at 4 in the afternoon and apparently slept the whole day and night. His body finally gave in to exhaustion. Spending his days wandering from the manor to the hospital and vice-versa, had lead him to sacrifice most of his sleep. The other Vocaloids at least stopped asking about how he felt and about Gakupo. He was tired of feeling heartbroken whenever someone spoke of the Ga-kun. Whenever they were speaking of Gakupo or the stalker or what happened to Kaito and Akaito, they'd fall deathly quiet once they saw Kaito. He knew they were speaking of it, but not hearing it, made him feel a bit better.

"Meiko-nee-chan told me to come and call you," the blonde girl said.

"Thank you… Rin," Kaito said and proceeded to free his legs from the blankets.

Jumping off the bed he looked at his side-table and sighed. An old dried up eggplant with chopsticks serving for legs sat there, all alone and dried up – just like Kaito's small broken heart. Kaito smiled sadly at the dried up eggplant and petted it affectionately on the head. He had saved it from Gakupo's garbage can once he saw it there.

Quickly the bluenette went to take a shower and get dressed. He had a meeting with Johansson today so he had to go early. He ran downstairs but refused to have breakfast with the other; still, after a lot of complaints from Al who was in charge of breakfast and was concerned with Kaito's renal function, he took a simple, quite large, orange to eat on the way. Pealing the orange he made his way to his blue Lexus, which was waiting for him in the garage.

The trip to the Vocaloid Company went without much problem. Some traffic on the way made him lose his cool, especially since he was tired. Despite all the hours of sleep, he still felt drained. It hadn't been a refreshing or a relaxing sleep. Whenever he closed his eyes he would find himself having nightmares in which he was Ga-kun and he was being chased by a faceless man with a nail gun and an iron bat. He could only assume all these nightmares were the result of his worry and preoccupation for Gakupo.

He just wanted to go back to the police station and be on in everything that Otome and his men were investigating, but he already had been scolded for being disruptive of the detective's work. Still, he couldn't help but be in fear.

Nonetheless he had to return back to normality, he had a work to take care of and Johansson wasn't to be played with. Working got his mind out of worry, while he worked he couldn't worry, at least he wished for that.

Once he arrived at company building, he did his best to get upstairs as quickly as he could. Clicking the elevator button frenetically until the elevator doors finally opened back. He entered the elevator sighing loudly. Kaito really wasn't in the mood for work, but what could he do?

"Hey, how are you?" he heard the mechanical voice of the elevator guy say.

"Hey… Having a bad day," Kaito started sighing "but I don't want to talk about it…"

The elevator guy said nothing, waiting for Kaito to proceed, but he remained silent. Finally Kaito arrived at the floor where Johansson's office was. He made his way to the producer's office and greeted the secretary.

"Hi, Johen…hansson wanted to meet me today about a new project," Kaito stuttered. "Is he in?"

"A meeting? I wasn't informed, Johansson-sama isn't in the building currently, a producer in Osaka called a meeting with him," the secretary explained. "Please wait while I see if he left anything about you."

Kaito nodded and walked over to an arm-chair and sat down. He waited for quite some time, for about half an hour, until, finally, the secretary called him. "Shion-sama, I found a meme from Johansson saying for you to wait for him in his office. You can go in."

"Thank you."

Johansson's office had a nice view. Kaito took a place in one of the couches and just waited. Waiting in that room made Kaito's stomach give more turns than what he wished, especially now that the acid from the orange he ate was causing him discomfort. He looked at a small coffee table and stared at the several magazines on it. The magazines about Gakupo's so called addiction, and a few more recent one with titles such as: "Vocaloid Ex-Star in serious trouble?"

Grabbing the magazine Kaito decided to read the article's headline:

Since the the Vocaloid Star, Kamui Gakupo was fired, a lot of police activity has been seen around the Vocaloid Company and the other Vocaloids in general. Could the Vocaloid Star be in mix with dangerous businesses? It is no surprise anymore of Kamui's drug abuse that lead him to be fired. Could all the recent police involvement be related with this?

That magazine was before Otome and the VOCALOID Inc. decided to reveal to the public that Gakupo had been kidnapped. Before that was revealed, magazines did a really good work spiting Gakupo, some still did. He had recently read a magazine saying that Gakupo was undergoing drug abuse treatment and the company to keep its appearance made up the kidnapping scheme.

After a while waiting Kaito got up. What was taking Johansson so long? Why would he call a meeting with Kaito if he was going to be late? Kaito got up and walked over to the windows looking back down. He really hated waiting up for anyone.

Turning around he found his eyes falling over Johansson's laptop. It was only partially closed down and it seemed to be on. Kaito looked around and made as much silence as he could. Johenzilla always used noisy shoes and he took really heavy steps so he could be heard a floor bellow if he was on the way. There was complete and utter silence, so Joahansson wasn't around. With nothing but mere curiosity, Kaito moved over to the desk as silently as he could and sat down opening the laptop.

There was a minimized program on the tray. VNC Viewer? Apparently he was remotely connected to a second computer, Kaito was more than curious now. Clicking on the minimized tray he made the window pop up and felt his body froze instantly.

There was a… video feed on the other computer, but it wasn't any video. A camera, the computer was connected to a camera and what Kaito saw through it made his stomach turn. He fullscreened the video, feeling his entire trembling with anxiety and disbelief.

He couldn't believe it! Yes, everyone suspected Johansson was behind that all, but actually BE behind it all?

On the video he could see a dark room with red block walls. Walking side to side, with a chain around his neck, he could see a purple haired man wearing a light yukata which was partially ripped. The man's face was heavily swollen and bruised up, and he seemed to be bleeding from his lip and nose. He was limping and seemed to be waiting for something or someone. The room was a mess, Kaito could see pieces of ripped fabric and what seemed to be a small pudle of a white liquid and blood on the floor. The man stared up at the ceiling, not at the camera, but as if staring at the skies, his blue eyes red of crying. He was mumbling something but there was no sound.

"Ga-gakupo?" Kaito called getting up, his voice almost refusing to leave his throat. He had a knot tied up on his chest so tight that he felt like he was going to have a stroke. "Ga-kun!"

Suddenly he saw Gakupo look at the far front end of the room and he stepped back quickly hitting with his back against the bedframe. Kaito watched as a large male in a white shirt and black pants, wearing a theatre mask, with dark hair came in. He walked over to Gakupo who seemed to be waiting for something now. Gakupo was looking down and Kaito could tell that the man was saying something to Gakupo, and in answer he shook his head and seemed to be begging.

Kaito flinched as the man grabbed hold of the Vocaloid's hair pulling him. He gripped the desk in worry, as he saw that Gakupo seemed to be saying something and the man let go of him throwing him into the ground. He said something to the Vocaloid who, apparently obeying to whatever he was saying, got up and laid on his stomach on the bed. Kaito could tell that Gakupo was crying, yet, he seemed completely submissive.

Why was he doing that?

Once again the larger male seemed to be talking to Gakupo and Kaito watched in horror as the man pulled his pants down and removed his briefs. His cock was completely hard and it was huge! Kaito even gasped in horror! Was that man going to rape Gakupo with that thing?! That would killhim!

The man pulled Gakupo's yukata up, putting his hands on Gakupo's hips. Kaito watched in horror as the man carefully placed himself behind Gakupo's hips. Suddenly a shocked expression appeared on Gakupo and he looked up at the man saying something, to which the man replied something that made the Vocaloid more agitated. Turning around he tried to scoot away, his hands up, as if he was asking something to the stalker.

The stalker grabbed Gakupos hands and pushed him forcefully to the ground. Kaito watched as the man shoved Gakupo's face against his crotch. That was as much as Kaito could take of that. Jumping up, throwing the chair back, Kaito grabbed the laptop's screen and stared in complete shock, his whole body trembling at the sight in front of him. There was nothing he could do. He wanted to yell but sound was stuck on his throat.

Suddenly, the office door opened back, Kaito looked at the person entering, his own face distorted by disgust, horror and fear.

Johansson had just entered, carrying with himself a suitcase. He ignored Kaito's presence and just threw a quick glance at Kaito and frowned annoyed. He looked tired and utterly pissed. He placed his suitcase over the sofas and loosened up his tie.

"What you want, Shion? What are you doing in my…" He stopped himself when he saw Kaito was on his laptop. He walked over with quick heavy steps, but Kaito's eyes were now hidden by his bangs. "What are doing in my laptop?! That is violation of privacy! Get out of there!"

Kaito didn't know what strength came over him. How could he? He was their producer, they trusted him. Yes, he had an awful personality, still, they trusted him! How could he had done that to Gakupo and then even film it, and keep that video around! And then throwing it at Kaito like that!

Otome would have that man's head!

Kaito charged at the producer and grabbing his by his shirt he shoved the producer against the wall. "YOU SICKFUCK! WHERE IS HE?!" Kaito yelled at Johansson.

The producer stared at Kaito stunned. He was not expecting that from Kaito. He looked utterly confused and that was the only thing saving Kaito from getting his other kidney served to him in a silver platter.

"What are you talking about?!" He asked.

"Where is Gakupo?" And he signaled with his head to the laptop. "The video! On your computer! You kidnapped him, didn't you, you sickfuck!?"

The Producer blinked confused. Suddenly he paled up completely. He seemed to finally realize what was going on with his laptop. A video camera feed showing a large male in a theatre mask just thrusting his penis into the mouth of a struggling purple-haired Vocaloid. He felt his mouth hang open. That was Gakupo. That was Gakupo who was being forced to perform fellatio on a larger male. How did that video end up on his laptop? He paled even more when he realized that it was a security camera feed.

"Shion…" He started. "That's life feed… That's happening as we speak."

"W-what?" Kaito let go of the producer and looked at the video.

"Look at the date and time on the video!" He explained, now, visibly disturbed. "Dear God! That's Kamui…"

Kaito walked over and stared at the video. Gakupo was now on his knees coughing and spitting something up. The man leaned down on Gakupo and grabbing him by his arm threw him to the bed. He saw as Gakupo tried to scoot away, an expression of sheer terror on his face. He closed his eyes and clenched the sheets as the man came up from behind him and placed his hips behind Gakupo. Finally the man made a stoic movement forward, ramming his full length into Gakupo who yelled and squirmed under man.

Kaito looked away.

"Hello…" He heard Johansson start, he was on his cell. "Inspector Otome, this is Johansson Yama… I mean, Yamamoto Johansson, you should come to my office quick… The stalker has strike again. Be quick before he cuts off our connection."

Johansson turned off his cell and rubbed his head leaning against the wall. He was as numbed with this as Kaito.

"Why… my laptop?"

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Gakupo cringed in pain as the stalker defiled his body again. Each thrust worst than the last, causing his insides, not fully healed yet, to be tiered apart once more. He could feel the sounds of the flesh and blood, and feel the blood going down his legs. The pain was unbearable, but all he could do was pant and yelp in pain. Sweat and tears were running down his face, and he couldn't keep his mouth shut, causing him to drool. The stalker did not halt, that was his chance, Gakupo was obeying, allowing him to break his body and will even more.

If you behave, I'll let those two girls go, just like I did with Taya. He had said to Gakupo who, reluctant accepted it. He had no other choice, he had to comply. He couldn't let those girls be abused because of him. He had already raped Defoko, defiled her right in front of Gakupo because he resisted him. He couldn't let them suffer anymore.

"Aangh!" Gakupo moaned when the stalker rammed his cock deeper and harder, aiming it in different angles, trying out his insides for the place that felt good.

So he just endured. He endured the pain, the humiliation. He closed his eyes once he felt the man tense behind him and finally, that warm, sticky liquid invaded him. He widened his eyes in horror panting, moaning. His insides burned and ached, as if someone had burnt him with a scalding rod. But he did not pull his cock out, instead he flipped Gakupo so he'd be looking at him, Gakupo looked away closing his eyes, he tried to push the man away.

"P-please stop. Let me rest. You're… g-going to k-kill me!" He begged.

"Look at me!" The stalker ordered as he restarted thrusting into Gakupo.

"S-stop…" Gakupo moaned in pain, keeping his eyes closed, even when the man forced him to look at him. He pressed his hands against the stalker who halted in anger. "P-please… j-just let me rest!"

He stared at the Vocaloid and grabbed the chain, pulling back, he watched as the Vocaloid pant exhausted and in pain, his body trembling and spasming from the sobbing. But the stalker wasn't going to stop. Gakupo would rest when he said it was okay, not when his star saw fitting. He dragged the younger male behind him, who restarted squirming and protesting. Thorwing him against the wall, he pulled Gakupo's hands behind his back and tied him up with the chain, the younger male yelped in fear.

He shoved Gakupo back against the wall and lifted Gakupo legs up to his shoulder. Gakupo started squirming.

"P-please! No more!"

"Don't you want little Defoko and little Iroha to be set free?" He asked. "I think I'll just free one of them, since you left me go just one round… Maybe I'll let Iroha stay."

Gakupo froze instantly in horror. Closing his eyes he stopped struggling and looked down in submission. A grin crossed the stalker's lips and he leaned forward to the Vocaloid kissing him. His eyes widened as he felt the stalker's tongue brush against his lips. He knew what that meant and what would happen if he did not obey, so, reluctantly he parted his lips letting the stalker's tongue intrude into his mouth as every last bit of his dignity was drained of him.

"I'll make it feel good for you!" The stalker whispered to Gakupo.

The man broke the kiss and pushed his shaft against Gakupo's abused, bleeding entrance and forced his way in. The Vocaloid winced at the sudden thrust and arched his back closing his eyes shut with a loud moan. The thrusting restarted, causing the younger male to moan and squirm under the motion. There was no more panting coming from Gakupo, just yells and moans as his body gave in to the pain. The thrusts were now more painful, but at the same time more accurate, hitting that soft spot and causing sudden spikes of pleasure go up and down the Vocaloid's spine.

He leaned his head back opening his eyes just slightly, he couldn't clearly see anything, it was as if his mind was going blank and his vision was becoming hazy. He felt the stalker grab his cock and he started to rub it and pump it at the same rhythm as his hips moved, thrusting in and out of the Vocaloid. He hated it. He hated the way his body was betraying him, allowing his brain, numbed from pain, to suddenly be struck by small outbursts of pleasure, so blinding he couldn't even think straight anymore.

There was no strength left for the Vocaloid to resist, at least, to mentally resist to those sensations, and so he just left himself drown on his own humiliation, on the betrayal of his body. He hated himself; he despised that defiled body of his.

"Aaahng!" He moaned loud arching his back as he felt a strong sensation overpowering all the pain and shame. Gakupo's body tensed against the stalker's and he leaned his head back, staring blankly into the ceiling. It was too much for him, his body was giving in, he was giving up. And he felt himself release his seed all over the stalker hands.

"See… I told you I'd make you enjoy…" He heard the stalker say, but his voice seemed, somehow, distant.

He felt drained and exhausted, so much he couldn't even produce sound anymore, all he could hear now was his own pants, and his heart, beating so fast and loud on his hears, he was afraid it'd stop. So he closed his eyes and tried to swallow, but he couldn't even close his mouth. He felt silence coming around him, everything was falling quiet and he relieved welcomed the silence and the darkness.

It had all stopped.

"Huh?!" The stalker left go surprised once Gakupo's now limp body fell forward against the stalker's chest. He halted his movement and held the Vocaloid's body. "My star?" He called and looked at Gakupo.

He was breathing very heavily and wasn't reacting to the stalker anymore. He shook Gakupo up a bit but he did not awake and did not answer. The man sighed annoyed. He had blacked out. He shook Gakupo again and slapped him harshly across the face. "WAKE UP!" He yelled. But no use, he didn't return to consciousness. The larger male shoved Gakupo against the wall frustrated.

How dared he? How dared he pass out before he was done? He was his master! He owned Gakupo! He had to wait until he was done!

Insubordinate, defiant whore!

In frustration the stalker restarted his movement, twice as harsh as before. He was going to finish! Oh yes he was! And once Gakupo woke up he would have his punishment! So he kept going, thrusting into the unconscious body of the object of his affection, until he felt the climax reach him and he released his warm sperm inside the younger male's body.

He pulled out and held Gakupo on his arms. He looked at the broken body of his Adonis and started feeling worried, guilty, bad. He was breathing, heavily, very heavily. He leaned down and placed his ear against Gakupo's chest, his heartbeat was slowing down, dangerously slow, and was getting cold. Maybe he had gone too far. He held him against his chest carrying him to the bed.

Carefully, he laid the Vocaloid down on the bed, and remained standing, staring down at his star.

Stupid! Maybe I should just wait… let my star rest, let him regain his strength. It's still too soon, his body isn't used, isn't ready for me yet, it'll grow used to, but I have to be patient. I have to tolerant with him. He can't die from this!