"Then let me go." Rin pleaded, eyes big and watery.

Let her…go?

That's ridiculous. She's my doll. My toy. Mine. How on earth could I part with my brand-new puppet? I want to keep her for eternity, whether it's in my arms or locked in my room. She will always be mine to torment and love.

The solution is obvious. If I cut off her legs, she will be unable to run from me. I'll hang up those pretty white legs in my room to keep with me. The two of us shall become inseparable. How about I tear into that perfect spine of hers and paralyze her? I will do it with a sharp little dagger as cute as her.

In one, swift movement, her body shall become limp forever. Just like a doll. She will stay with me forever.

"Please." She whispers.

Her broken, pitiful voice slices through the roaring silence.

Am I hurting her? Good.

Am I hurting her heart? It belongs to me.

We love each other, end of story. Unless…

Pain ebbs its way into my chest. She wants to stay away from me.

What's this?

Am I caring about her?

Without a single word, I lean in and softly kiss her lips. They taste like tears and…oranges. That's right, she was having lunch.

I avoid even the slightest noise as I get up and exit the room. She watches me motionless, with an unreadable face.


"I love you, Len-kun." The woman whispers.

She gives a small squeeze to the young boy sitting in her lap. He stretches his chubby cheeks into a wide grin and rubs his hand against her.

"Love you too!" He chirps.

The woman smiles and lets a tear escape from her eye.

"Mommy? Why are you crying?" He asks.

Silently, she shifts him off of his lap and walks in front of him. Crouching down, the woman tenderly kisses his forehead.

More tears cascade down her pale face as she turns around and walks away.

"Mommy?" The boy cries again. She doesn't turn back.

Suddenly scared, he gets up and toddles after her on his short legs. Unable to catch up with her quick strides, he begins to run.

Suddenly, a warm hand grabs his shoulder and gently pulls him back. The boy struggles against the person and starts to cry.

"Mommy don't go!" He wails.

After the woman disappears from sight, the boy buries his face in the person's shirt and holds on tightly. The person stands just a few inches taller than him, but holds him endearingly.

I have such bad track records with women. Three have left me so far. Who's next?

I laugh bitterly. Such clichés. Is my life some melodramatic novel written by an emotional teenager?

Sighing, I sink down into an armchair. I don't feel like reading today, perhaps it is the weather. The bookshelves appear to tower much taller than they actually are, spiraling around me and drowning me in a sea of literature.

The school principal, is nothing but a figurehead. Easily bribed and manipulated to my desires. Those bratty blue siblings are now suspended for two days for provocation and misconduct in the school environment. They must be livid.

How I hate those twins. Miku and Mikuo. The most imbecilic names I have ever heard, perfect for those two duds.

She likes them. A bit too much, if you ask me. Especially the boy, Mikuo. Highly suspicious.

The person she loves is me. Right?

Right?

She's wavering. Because of Mikuo. All because of Hatsune Mikuo.

I hate him!

Uncontrollable rage rattles me to my bones and I leap up. In a flash, I shove everything on my desk onto the floor. Papers, pencils, lamps, and books fly everywhere and land on the floor.

Those…bastards!

I grab a random book from my pile and angrily pitch them at the wall. And another. And another. Until the entire stack has been demolished.

But that is not enough to satisfy my ire.

I glance at the floor and notice the switchblade I had used in school yesterday. It lies right by my foot, as if tempting me and mocking me of that fateful day.

Slowly, I bend down to pick it up and a devilish smile creeps its way onto my face. The putrid twins must be enjoying their day off. Wonder what they are up to?

Perhaps I ought to pay them a visit.


The Hatsunes live in a lovely brick house in a lovely neighborhood. Spring onions grow in a neat little garden in the yard.

It's 10:30am. Anyone other than them should be at work or school. That means the twins are alone. Excellent.

Stroking the blade hidden in my sleeve, I stroll up to the front door and ring the doorbell. A pair of stupidly childish blue pigtails greets me.

"What do you want?" Miku asks in her annoying falsetto wail.

Trying to hide my pounding heart, I smile politely.

"May I have a chat with you and your brother?" I inquire.

She rolls her eyes and curls up her top lip in scorn, but steps aside to let me in. The naïve idiot.

Mikuo growls when he sees me and dashes over. He wears a sleeveless shirt that exposes his finely sculpted muscles. Does Rin find this attractive? I will have to carve them out.

"What the HELL is he doing here?!" He shouts.

"Just to have a word with you two." I attempt to keep my voice reasonably level.

The cold steel presses against my flesh and I itch to whip it out. My fingers twitch in anticipation of slicing through flesh.

"Then talk. What do you want?" Mikuo gripes.

"It would be in your best interest to stay out of the way when it comes to Rin and me." I calmly state.

This seems to ire them. Miku only scoffs, whipping back her long hair and preparing to stand her ground while her brother flushes scarlet in anger and curls up his hands into fists.

"Excuse you! Look you crazy midget, get out of Rin's life and ours! No one wants you here! Take your psychotic ass back to the facility for the really mentally disturbed and leave us alone!" Miku screeches, shoving her make-up plastered face hardly an inch away from mine.

What a bitch. The world would truly be a better place without her.

I lower my arm, allowing my knife to slide out of my sleeve and perfectly into my palm. A devious grin stretches onto my face as I look up to her.

Miku has barely a second to react before my knife slices into her thorax. She chokes and splutters as blood gushes out from her throat and collapses onto the ground, attempting to scream but only pushing out more blood.

"MIKU! YOU LITTLE JACKASS!" Mikuo bellows.

He sprints to the kitchen and grabs both a large knife and a thick stack of napkins. He first rushes over to Miku and attempts to stop the bleeding.

When he fails miserably, he makes a wild dash for the home phone hanging in the hallway.

I've had quite enough of authority getting in my way. Calling the police is not an option at this moment.

Stealthily, I creep right behind him without notice. As he reaches to pick up the device, I ram my bloodied blade through his side.

"Wrong move." I mutter.

Unfortunately, he sees me in the corner of his eyes and jerks to the side just in time. My knife only manages to graze him.

Mikuo grips his own kitchen knife and charges at me with determination in his eyes. The foolish boy. He cannot even compare to my experience in hand-to-hand. Does he think he isn't the first victim to ever fight back?

Still, he has considerable strength, probably from some horrendous sports team. Mikuo manages to disarm both of us and slams me against the wall.

We struggle against each other, like two alpha males thrown in the same room. Oh wait, we are two alpha males in the same room. Except I'm better.

In one, unpredictable move, I suddenly swivel my body around and shove us both to the right. With careful precision, I shift on top of him and slam his head hard against the granite countertop. Just an inch off, and we both would have cracked our necks on that thing.

With a delightfully pleasing crack, he slumps onto the ground.

Now it's time to make my escape.

I go over to an area near the dining room and find a room filled with expensive liquor. I grab a bottle of vodka and walk back to the twins.

First, I open up their mouths and dribble some in. I then pour just a bit around the place so that it reeks of alcohol.

Preparation is key to any plan. I take out a syringe and a bag of drugs out from my jacket.

Using the syringe, I inject more vodka into their system mixed with cocaine so that any sort of medical test will reveal that they were using. Then, I place the bag of weed and the bottle of vodka open on the floor.

Lighting a match, I let a bit of the marijuana burn and create smoke in the air. Enough to detect as you enter the house.

Now any argument or case they try to make will be rendered half useless due to the "intoxicated" state they were found to be in.

But I also need to seal the other half.

Carefully, I create and elaborate set up with the knives in their kitchen along with some rearranged furniture and food.

To any crime investigator with a good eye, it will seem as though the twins decided to get drunk and get high while home alone. Poor Miku then decided to cook, clumsily chopping up vegetables and pouring water into a pot to boil.

She then slipped on some spilled liquor and accidently grazed Mikuo in the side. Not completely noticing in his half-conscious state, Mikuo saw the knife in her hand and had the brilliant idea of playing darts with the kitchen knives.

He actually managed to land one on the board, though the other knives of various varieties landed somewhere in the general direction.

One, however, he accidently threw at Miku as she was staggering around and bend down to grab some fallen leeks. It struck her neck and she promptly collapsed.

Mikuo attempted to go to her, but half slipped and half fell over. Right onto the counter as he hit his head.

The recent suspension from school will only make the case more believable. A foolproof scenario. Well not completely, but if the police begin asking too many questions I shall have to make another trip down to Judge Marlon's office with a stack of bills in my hand.

Mere childsplay. I've done worse.


I head home and am elated to see Rin arrive in a limousine back from school. She sighs and mutters to herself as she enters the mansion.

I quietly follow her in and wait behind her for a little while. As usual, her perky senses detect me and she turns around.

"Look, Len. I'm not staying here. I came to-" She begins to speak, but stops dead when she sees me. Her pupils dilate to pinpoints and the color drains from her face.

I suppose I may have a couple blood stains all over my body.

"What happened?!" She shrieks, running over.

It's so nice to see my lover playing the part and being concerned with my whereabouts.

"Oh I just had a little rendezvous with some acquaintances. Nothing to worry about." I cheerily reply.

My mood has been elevated significantly, because I just cannot stop smiling. This happiness, this thrill, it comes only with bloodshed.

"But-but…" She stammers.

Walking closer, I pat my pet on the head and flash a wink.

"Now go and get ready, my lover. I shall be holding a ball tonight and you are the guest of honor. My servants will bring you a lovely dress and help you prepare." I cut in.

I am ecstatic. On a whim, I decided it was the perfect night for a dance with my beloved.