Len
She was quiet.

Too quiet.

The Leek Freak was never quiet.

And that was why Len went out. Of course, the others were sympathetic to the tealette and were extra nice to her. Kaito wasn't there- he had to take an emergency trip to London to see his aunt, but if he were there, he'd probably be spoiling Miku silly, too. Earlier that day, Rin had taken her to see a movie. Right now, IA was taking her out to any restaurant of her choice. Len wasn't sure, but he thought that they were at Chili's.

But him? Nah. He wasn't gonna be an extremely nice person. That was too out of character. The Kagamine could see that the sympathy made Miku slightly uncomfortable, and he'd be doing her a favor by not giving her any. He stopped and looked around. The sun was already beginning to sink, and yet...nothing around him looked familiar.

Fuck my life... Len thought with a scowl. He was lost, god dammit. You'd think that he'd know his way around a town that he grew up in, but he didn't. He was too much of an introvert for 14 years, and boy was he paying the price now. He scanned the street for any cars or citizens walking about. Unfortunately for him, the streets were deserted. Just fan-fucking-tastic.

Somehow, he was expecting to get lost. Things have been going too smoothly for him lately. He grumbled an irritated comment under his breath and turned, ready to stalk off and try to retrace his steps, which probably would've gotten him in an even worse position. Then he heard terrified yells from a woman and the gloating voice of two men somewhere in the distance.

And then, fuck his ever-heroic heart, he walked towards the noise like the piece of ironically ethical shit he is.

He found himself at the entrance of a dark alleyway. Fucking typical. Who the hell walks in a dark alley and expectsnot to get murdered?He thought sarcastically. But nonetheless, despite his internal statement before, he walked in. He can take care of himself. It was probably just another group of mindless thugs with brains the size of their dicks- very, very small.

What he saw made him surprised.

Of course, there were two, tall, muscle-y men with tattoos crawling up their arms and necks surrounding a pretty brunette girl about the age of 15.

However, what surprised him was the familiar purple-haired man standing in front of the girl, glaring at the men. Gakupo, or as Len referred to him as, Eggplant Head. His eyes were steely and daring, no sign of fear in them as he glared at the pair.

"Trying to play Police, kid?" One of them asked gruffly, smirking. "Listen, I won't completely bash your pretty lil' head in if you run along now and don't tell nobody 'bout this."

"Using double negatives, are we?" Len said, frowning. "'Don't tell nobody.' So what you're really saying is to not tell nobody, as in tell someone about it?" Len paused for a moment and nearly snorted at how retarded he sounded.

"Actually, forget that," He said, dismissing the slightly confused and outraged look on their faces. "Your tiny brains can't comprehend it." One with a goatee and beefy arms snarled at him.

"You're askin' for trouble, kid," He growled. Len shrugged.

"I ask for a lot of things and trouble isn't usually one of them. It just happens across my path, see..." Len's eye trailed to the girl, shivering and clutching the back of Gakupo's shirt. "Jeez, you're a bunch of pansies, picking on a little girl. It's funny how you expect me to be afraid of you." One of them, bald, looks smug and whistled, a loud and sharp sound coming from between his teeth. As if it were a dramatic movie, a bunch of men stepped out and blocked the ways out. Gakupo snorted. Fuck my life. All I wanted was to find my way back to town, is that too much to ask for?

"Look," He said, "you pissed him off. We're outnumbered."

"Yeah, I can see that." Len snapped. "I have eyes."

"One, actually."

"You get the point, Eggplant Head."

"Eggplant Head?!"

"Yeah. You deaf? Need a hearing aid, Gramps?"

"We're only two years apart, idiot."

"Oh, I'm the idiot? Couldn't you have just easy-peasy knocked these two jokers out and took the girl to safety within 5 minutes?"

"I'd rather not resort to immediate violence, and I don't wanna mess up my hair. You know how long it took to style it this way?"

"Aren't you a kung-fu Jackie Chan-slash-Bruce Lee master? God, you're a wimp..."

"U-Um, guys...?" The girl whispered, eyes wide with fear. "T-T-They're cl-closing in on us..." Her eyes brimmed with tears as she looked around at the slightly amused thugs that were slowly but surely, as if savoring the drama, getting closer and closer.

"Fuck, she's crying." Len cursed under his breath. It was known that he hated seeing girls cry. If it were a guy, sure, whatever. He'd probably just laugh at them depending on the circumstances. But girls...maybe it was because he grew up to respect women and be a real gentleman.So much for being a gentleman, though.

"Yeah, look at what you did!" Gakupo scolded before turning to the girl. Gakupo put his hand up as if telling Len, who was about to protest against his claim, to shut the fuck up.

"Okay," He said gently. "Do you see that dumpster over there?" He asked, pointing to a rusty green dumpster not too far away from where they stood. "I need you to get in it." The girl stared at him, lip quivering.

"G-Get in...the dumpster?" She whispered, horrified.

"You need a hearing aid, too?" Len scoffed, giving her a look. She flinched and Len softened his gaze a bit. "That's the safest place for you right now. We'll guard you so don't worry, okay? Stay in there and don't come out unless we say." A look of horror and disgust and reluctance crossed her face for a second, then apparently deciding she had no choice, walked over to the dumpster. She opened the lid and gagged, then jumped in. Gakupo closed the lid and turned around.

Although they were coming quite slowly (Len didn't know why or how they did it) they were only a couple feet away from the two now. Gakupo scowled as he and Len stood, back-to-back. There were about five men on Gakupo's side and three on Len's. "Okay," He told Len quietly. "I'll handle the five on my side, you handle the three. I'll try to watch your back the best I-" Len snickered.

"You underestimate me, Kamui." He told him, eye glinting and a smirk on his face. "I'll get seven of 'em. Youguard the dumpster." Gakupo's violet eyes widened at Len's proposal. Even he was uncertain about taking seven beefy, grown men on and he'd been training for six years. Before Gakupo could protest, Len was off.

He switched sides so that he was facing the five and charged. Len ducked as one of them swung his fist toward his head and he grabbed his arm and back of the neck, and threw him to the wall. Len leaned to the left as a fist headed his way and he turned and gave the person a nice, hard uppercut before kicking him in the stomach, making him stumble back quite a bit. Although it didn't completely knock him down, it gave the Kagamine time to deal with the other three coming at him. He eyed the other three Gakupo was currently fighting. He said he'd get the seven of them, and yet he was only fighting five. Guess we'll have to change that.

"Kamui!" The Kagamine called. The purple-haired teen scowled at him.

"Don't call me-"

"Move, Grandpa!" Gakupo paused, then watched as Len picked up a nearby trash can. He dove out of the way as Len hurled it at two men he was currently dealing with, only keeping the lid in his hands. Gakupo didn't exactly know why, but he was kind of expecting him to throw one of the guys he was fighting at the other side. But then again, they were pretty big and probably extremely heavy, too.

Len turned and smacked one of the guys with the trashcan lid, as if it were a mighty shield rather than a flimsy thing made of tin. Len ducked as one of the men growled frustratedly and threw a punch toward him. However, there was another person that was sneaking up silently behind the Kagamine, so when he ducked, the guy ended up hitting his ally.

"You fuckin' dumbass!" The one who got hit roared. Len's eyes trailed to the one that he threw to the wall earlier and he punched one of the men in the jaw and kicking the other one in the stomach. He smashed their heads together and, noticing that the one he threw against the wall as beginning to stir, rushed over there and kicked him in the head, then the side a few times. He turned as another one (where the fuck did he come from?) charged towards him, a knife clutched in his hands. For a split second, Len considered getting his own dagger out and ending this once and for all. Although they weren't much of a trouble to deal with, they were still annoying nonetheless and would keep getting up after Len knocked them down. But then he remembered that Gakupo was with him. Fuck my life. Of course Mr. Samurai has to complicate things.

He leaned back as the thug sliced at his torso, the knife barely grazing the fabric of his grey sweatshirt. He ducked and, figuring that he couldn't use his knife, grabbed the next best thing. A steel pipe. He held it up, deflecting a blow from the man's dagger. Len shoved the knife away and dodged yet another fortunately inaccurate swipe. After punching the man in the jaw, Len raised the steal pipe and smacked him in the head, not as hard as he could for he feared that it may kill him, but definitely hard enough to knock him out.

Len didn't even turn around- he knew that another man was creeping up behind him- as his elbow flew back and hit his enemy in the nose. He only turned around to hit him with the steel pipe. "Gramps!" Len called to Gakupo. He was up against three men again.Looks like they didn't stay down long, Len thought as he tossed the pipe to the purple-haired teen, who caught it, a grin replacing the irritated scowl on his face a second before.

Gakupo ducked and hit one of the men's knee with the pipe. He double over with a groan and Gakupo hit the back of his head, sending him to the ground. He spun around and caught the fist of a bald man with an inky black tattoo covering half his face and stomped on his foot. The man flinched and Gakupo brought his hand up and smacked a ginger man behind him the head of the pipe before stepping back and punching the man with his other fist, making him crumple to the ground.

Len paused and looked around him. Quiet groans filled the alleyway, bodies of unconscious men on the cold floor. Gakupo raised his eyebrows at the Kagamine, a smirk on his face.

"Not bad, Kagamine."

"You too, Gramps."

Miku was on a park bench. Alone. At night. Pretty girl all alone plus night time equals trouble, and after the Kagamine's recent experience, it was safe to say that he flipped his shit.

"What the hell are you doing out here? Alone? At night?!" He hissed as soon as he was within hearing range. She blinked, but the blond wasn't quite finished yet. "Do you know how dangerous that is? You're wearing such a flimsy outfit and you're revealing enough skin for perverts in white vans to want a piece of that cake, Jesus, won't you be more careful?" Miku scoffed and looked down at her knee-high black dress.

"You're the one to talk!" She shot back. "You know how worried you make me? You're gonna give me a heart attack one day, jerk. And stop talking to me like I'm a slut, this dress isn't even short." Len rolled his eye and sat down.

"It's short enough for assholes to look in all the wrong places!"

"Since when did you become my mom?!" Miku visibly faltered at the last part and grew quiet, much to Len's dismay. Even if it was banter and argument, Len wanted her to say something, anything. He sat down with a small sigh. Oh...fuck my life...

"Listen..." He told her, struggling to find the right words that would make her feel better. Len used to have a way with words, but now, not so much. "Today's...not a good day for you. I assume that's why you've been so quiet. If you don't wanna tell me, I'm completely fine with that. But at least, and this is literally probably the only time I'll be asking of this so pay attention, let me know of what...I can do to...help..." Len inwardly cringed. Len Kagamine wasn't one to do what others told him to do; in fact, he usually did the opposite just to piss them off. But just this once, he'd do it for Miku. Definitely not because he was growing feelings for her. The mere thought almost made him laugh. Him and the Leek Freak? That was real funny.

"...Today's the day of an accident." She finally said after a minute, her voice so quiet that Len almost didn't hear her. "I was 14. My mom and dad were taking me home from a friend's house. They told me we were moving; it was somewhere in California because of a job offer. I...guess I talked back too much. Rubbed my pops in the wrong way. He took his eyes off the road, just for a minute, and then..." Her voice trailed off to a whisper and she stopped speaking. Len was surprised. He'd never seen nor heard of Miku's parents and although he brought it up several times, she always dodged the question. He suspected that maybe Miku's only guardian was her older brother, but he never thought that she lost her parents...recently.

"Don't tell me you blame yourself..." Len carefully told her. The look on her face and pained, blaming tone of her voice was all too familiar to the Kagamine. The thick silence afterwards confirmed his theory. "...Why?" He finally asked, giving her a serious look. She bit her lip and looked away.

"I shouldn't have lashed out like that, said those disrespectful things. Maybe if my dad hadn't lost his temper and turned around to scold me, then maybe...maybe he would've seen that car..." Len noted that Miku's voice was trembling slightly. He awkwardly patted her shoulder, feeling like he should do something but not quite knowing what.

"The accident wasn't your fault." Miku looked doubtful and opened her mouth to say something, but Len put his hand up. "Don't beat yourself up over something that you had no control over. None of it was your fault. Blaming yourself for something you couldn't control is something they wouldn't have wanted. Now, you're one of the most damn, annoyingly considerate people I know, so at least consider what I said." After a moment of thick and awkward silence, Miku finally spoke, her voice lighter and less pained.

"...You know you're still an idiot, right?" She muttered. Len scoffed lightly.

"Takes one to know one."

"Touche." She told him. She took her phone from her pocket and checked the time, and winced. "It's nearly 11:00. I should probably head home..." She said as she got up. She began to walk away. "Cya, Kagamine." She called. Len blinked, then stood up and scrambled after the tealette.

"Oi! Where the hell do you think you're going?" He asked. The girl raised her eyebrows at him.

"Uh...to my house...?" She answered. "You plan on following me home, Mr. Stalker?" Len scoffed.

"It's late out and you-"

"I have that pocket knife you gave me, don't get your panties in a twist," Miku snickered. Len shot her a small glare.

"All because you have that thing doesn't mean you're gonna kick ass. You probably don't even know how to use it." Miku raised her eyebrows and put her hands on her hips.

"Excuse me, but you showed me how to open it, remember?" She said smugly, as if that changed the fact that she probably didn't know how to properly defend herself with it. My God,Len though warily, what the hell did she do before I got here?

"That doesn't mean you know how to use it against someone." Len told her. He sighed. "Just let me walk you home. Knowing your clumsy-ass self, you'll probably trip over your own feet, fall in a hole, and knock yourself out."

And so, they bickered playfully the whole time. He'd never admit it, but for once, Len was relieved for Miku's stupid insults. She seemed to almost be back to her normal self by now, but whether or not this was true, Len had no clue. He hoped it was.

"You're retarded if you think Captain America could win against Iron Man." Miku stated. "I mean, yeah, he's pretty hot, but lets be real here. Iron man has an iron suitand weapons built into it, plus he can freakin'fly."

"But Captain America has crazy moves," Len reminded her, arms crossed, "and a shield that can never be broken. He could break Iron Man's suit apart and render him defenseless. Unlike Mr. Stars & Stripes, who is actually a pretty decent fighter, Iron Man mostly relies on his suit for combat."

"But will Mr. Stars & Stripes ever get far enough to wreck Iron Man's suit?"

"He might."

"I'm not convinced."

"You're too thick-headed to be convinced." He stated. She scoffed and smacked the back of his head. He winced and rubbed the spot where she'd hit him. Miku was fairly strong for such a skinny and petite girl, but her hits never really hurt him. He just liked to humor her.

Well...maybe they did hurt sometimes.

"Funny coming from you," She told him. "Now, if you would kindly let go of my hand so I can get in my house..."

"Huh?" Len said, giving her a confused stare. "The hell are you talking about?" She rolled her eyes then brought her hand up. And Len felt his own hand go up at the same time. Oh. Hell no. No. This can't be real, she must be mind controlling me or something.

She smirked as Len stared, dumbfounded, at their interlocked hands. Fuck my life. Fuck my life. Fuck my life. Fuck my life.With cheeks that were flushed more than he'd admit, he tore his hand away from hers. "You have a firm hold, Kagamine," Miku teased, not helping with Len's embarrassment.

"W-What the hell?!" He yelped. "I didn't- you must've done that or something!" Miku snickered as they approached the front door of her home.

"I didn't. You did. Halfway after we left the park, I felt your hand creep up to mine and grab hold like an octopus. So cute, Lenny. If you wanted to hold a girl's hand that bad you could've just asked me!" She grinned at seeing the Kagamine's cheeks turn from a dusty pink to crimson red.

"Wh-Why the hell didn't you say anything?!" He snapped. She shrugged. Truthfully, Len's hands were quite soft- softer than she imagined- and surprisingly warm.

"My hands were cold, and I didn't want to crush your dreams." She chuckled. Before he could protest, she was opening the door. "Night, Lover Boy." Before Len knew it, his hand was on the door, stopping it from closing. Miku, eyebrows raised in question, opened it a bit wider. Len awkwardly cleared his throat.

"So..." He said, mentally cringing at himself. Nearly everything he did made him internally cringe. Perhaps he should think things through before he spoke. That seemed like a good idea.

"...Yeah?" She said, blinking. Len took something out of his pocket- a small black box. He tossed it to her without warning. She yelped and let go of the door to attempt to catch it. She fumbled with it for a minute before finally clutching it in her hands. "A heads up would be nice!" She told him. He shrugged.

"Being a millionaire also sounds nice." He told her. "Anyways, whenever we pass by that store you keep staring at it. Now that you've got it, lets pray that you won't request to go in that store everyday." Miku blinked, then looked down at the box. Then, as if processing that it was what she had always wanted, her eyes widened and she opened it and gasped.

The ring inside was silver and water-themed. The silver band resembled ocean waves and there was a small band of blue gems (Len wasn't sure if it was real or not, considering it cost nearly $40) ranging from dark blue to a nearly transparent blue, to a very light blue. Honestly, Len didn't see anything really special about it. It was pretty, sure, and cost a lot of money for a piece of jewelry, but everyday when they passed the jewelry store Miku would sneak glances at it with nostalgia and admiration shining in her eyes. He figured that maybe if he bought it for her she'd stop sulking.

"You- you actually got...it?" She asked, staring at him with wide blue eyes. He shrugged. "But- but it cost so much money...d-did you actually pay for it?!"

"No, I stole it." He told her sarcastically. When her stunned facial expression didn't change, he rolled his eye. "Obviously I paid for it." Miku flinched.

"It was nearly $40-"

"Ah, just shut up and accept it." He told her. She blinked and closed the box, then smiled warmly at him, a teasing glint in her eyes.

"You got something that expensive for little ole' me?" She drawled. "I knew you were in love with me~" Len scowled.

"Shut up! Don't think I'm gonna shower you with gifts or anything, this is the only time I buy you something, you hear?!" Miku laughed and went forward to hug Len. He sputtered at the sudden action.

"You're so emotionally constipated, Kagamine. But I guess that Tsundere-ness of yours is part of your charm. Really, thanks."

3rd POV
"Len? What of Len Kagamine?" The girl asked coolly, drumming her pale, slender fingers on her desk. The man in front of her shifted nervously. Though he was a large, beefy grown man, he still feared the petite 16 year-old in front of him. And he had reason to. She was dangerous. Insane. Obsessive. And most of all, unbelievably powerful.

"We...have failed to capture him, m'lady..." He answered with a gulp. She stopped drumming her fingers on the dark oak desk to stare at him. She leaned forward and he cowered under his fiery gaze.

"And why is that?" She asked, her voice hard. "You were fairly confident in your plan, were you not?!" He nodded slowly.

"Y-Yes, but...there were...complications..." He admitted. She raised her eyebrows and gestured for him to go on.

"You see, he did appear, but...somebody else was there as well. Kamui Gakupo was his name." She growled and stood up, her fists clenched.

"That son of a bitch..." She snarled. She shot him another glare. "And why didn't you get rid of him?! Really, is it so hard for you lot of fucking baboons to kill one little nuisance?" She roared. The man flinched and rubbed his bruised jaw.

"T-They...knocked us out." She let out a quiet exhale and closed her eyes, trying to regain her composure.

"And the others. Why have only you returned?" She coldly asked, her gaze so sharp that it could've pierced through the man. His hands trembled slightly as he told her.

"I-I was the only one that got out. The others were knocked out cold when I woke and the cops were just 'round the corner..." She was quiet. He was expecting an explosion, for he knew that she wasn't a very patient person when it came to what she so desperately wanted. Instead, the next words she spoke were quiet and nearly inaudible.

"You've wasted some of my finest men on your last mission, and now you come to me with this failure...is there anything else I should know?" He bit his lip and shook his head, his heart pounding in his chest.

"N-No ma-" He never got to finish his sentence. In a fit of silent rage, the girl had grabbed her dagger from the desk drawer than threw it at the man's stomach. He gurgled, looked down, then hit the floor, howling in pain. She marched over there and kicked him over so that she could grab her knife, then with the same knife, stabbed him in the eye. Even after he went silent, she continued to stab and stab, letting her anger out on the corpse. The guard at the door didn't even flinch. It wasn't the first time she had killed someone because they have failed her.

When she finished, she was breathing hard and splattered with blood. She got up and looked down at the bloodied body, the knife sticking out of his chest. She pulled it out and nodded to the guard. He opened the door and gestured someone to come inside. A few more men came in and carried the body out of the room.

She wandered to the wall. Pictures of Len Kagamine were taped to the wall, like some sort of sick shrine. In some, he was in a classroom doing a test. In others, he was taking a stroll in the park and so on. She tenderly touched one of the pictures with a small sigh. "Why is it that I could never be happy?" She muttered. "Why must it be so hard to obtain such a beauty...?" The guard in the back cleared his throat intentionally, giving her a sign that he wished to speak.

"If you have something to say, say it now." She ordered without turning. The guard complied.

"M'lady, if we cannot capture him...then what if he comes to us instead?" He made sure to choose his words carefully. The girl froze, then turned around, curiosity in her eyes.

"That's not a bad idea..." She mused. "But how could we get him to come here?" The guard shifted nervously.

"Well...we can lure him with a hostage..." Again, he was careful with his choice of words. Anything could set her off- she was unstable at this moment. She paused, then smiled.

"I see where you're going with this..." She told him. She nodded. "Bring him in here." The guard opened the door and said something to the people outside, who rushed to get a certain prisoner. She chuckled and looked at the guard.

"If this works...you will be rewarded handsomely." The guard looked enthusiastic at this and nodded excitedly. She smirked. If you wanted mindless slaves, all you really needed was power and money. Not long after, two guards and a man in between came in the room. They shoved the man to the floor. He was in chained, the iron cuffs making bruises on his ankles and wrists. His clothes were dirtied with blood and grime, and so was his hair.

She smirked and strut over to him. His head was bowed down, the hair covering his face. "Hello there. Long time no see." She cooed. He scoffed.

"Go to hell," He grumbled. She smiled sweetly.

"Such language," She sighed. "Tell me, have you been enjoying your stay here?" The person snorted.

"It's absolutely lovely," He rasped sarcastically. "The beds are so comfortable and the food is amazing. The workers here are excellent, too." She giggled.

"Oh, you!" She said. She eyed him, slightly agitated that he hadn't looked at her yet. "Look at me." He bowed his head down lower as if defying her. She sighed softly and reached down and forced his head up. She studied his face and smiled.

"So handsome..." She commented. He spat at her in response. She stared at him for a moment before striking him in the face, the sound of her hand hitting his cheek incredibly loud in the quiet room. The sound even made the guards flinch.

"How rude..." She muttered. "But not that it matters. I suppose I should be thanking you for allowing me to finally meet Len Kagamine in the future." The man stiffened at the mention of Len's name like the girl hoped he would. The look in his eye was enough to satisfy her.

"Did you say...Len Kagamine?" He asked slowly. She nodded and he growled. "You fucking bitch! Don't you dare go near him!" He snarled. She tilted her head, then giggled, patting him on the head as if he were a harmless dog.

"Touchy subject?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Then it'll work. After all, Len Kagamine treasures his family very much. And I'm sure he'd be very happy to see you..." She smirked as she stared at the blonde man in front of her, a sense of triumph settling over her. Finally, finallyshe could see the one that had captured her heart.

"...Yohio."

Fuck my Life count: 8

OH PLOT TWIST-

so len's daddy (haha dont kill me) isn't gone. But how? Who's this mystery girl (I think we all know who it is) and YAAAAY GAKUPO SCREENTIME! and cute lenku scenes yeeee

so I'd really love to hear your theories on how Yohio is alive (or is he?) and even on why you think Len's sword and father share the same name...nehehe.
'till next time .

Ciao~