A/N: Umm.. not really anything to say right now...

Song: Karakuri Burst

Song Artist: Kagamine Len/Rin

Author: Shyla Grace

Disclaimer: Well, duh! You all know this already!

Len sat silently, his eyes closed, his head bowed. Long ago, when he had first started to work on the Peace Patrol, he had been lively, outgoing. But as the reports and deaths and everything else began to flood in, every hint of emotion had been washed from him, and he had become a killing machine…

Until he had met her.

Rin… she had been an insane murderer, allegedly part of a secret society. The Society kidnapped children and tortured them; trying to find out what made humans tick. Eventually, when the kids had snapped, or had been brainwashed, the society would send them out on killing sprees. It had been Len's job to find and destroy Rin, whom, despite her 'training,' had killed nearly everyone in the society, including the other kidnapped children.

Len growled. He had failed that day. His job had been to kill Rin. He had caught her, had her fallen on the ground before him. His boot had been under her chin. That's when it happened. She looked up to him, and had stared at him with that pitiful red eye. Len didn't understand back then, but now he knew why he let her go. Rin… she had the same name of his long dead sister. Lens mind drifted off into memory.

"Rin-chan!" Len called in panic. The house they were living in had gotten dark, and he smelled something rancid in the air. "RIN!" He called. "Len, psst." Whispered a voice. Len turned to look at a closet door. A blue eye peaked through a small hole in the wooden door. Len opened the door carefully and stepped in, closing the door behind him, staring at his sister. "What's going on, sissy?" He asked, wiping off a smear of red stuff on his face. "People in the play room are red… I wonder…" Rin grabbed his shoulder and put a finger on her lips. She was a bit older, so she understood a bit better. "Len, those people were sent to heaven by nasty people. We don't want to be dyed red, so please, Len… be quiet."

Len peaked through the door to look just in time to see three people in white walk past. One stopped. "Found 'em." It said.

BOOM!

Len was sent flying back into the room as the door flew off. He fell back and held his eye… red stuff poured from it, and pain throbbed from it. "LEN!" screamed Rin; a panic in her voice. "Come here, girl!" said one of the nasty people. Len heard a scream and looked up. Rin was on the backs of one of the white men, blood running from her head. Len was petrified. "Rin!" He yelled. His mind became foggy. "Rin…-" Len slowly fell back, and everything turned black.

"For what was I created? Tell me."

Len whispered this question to himself and looked up at the island… otherwise known as sec. 117. It was almost morning. Len knew that he would be in danger if he tried to swim the lake now. He had to wait until the sun rose, and he had to wait for Rin to go into hiding. She wouldn't risk it during the day; not with three other Patrol Officers stationed on the island…

Len stood up on the grassy bank he was sitting on. Rin was a psychopath. Not his sister. His sister had died that night… and, if she hadn't, Rin's eyes were blue, not red. Len's sister had hated the color red. She would never stain anything red. Len narrowed his eyes. This was going to be a long swim… in water and memories.

…

Len gasped and spat out water as he clambered up onto the island banks, drenching wet. He had been in full uniform when he had 'gone for a swim.' He did have his hair up when he started, but it must have come loose, once again, making his hair go into his face. He stood there on the beach a while, drying off. Finally, he decided to go into the city, wet or not, he had a job to do.

Len walked up the street. Last time he had been here, people had been everywhere, running… But now it was nearly empty, and only a few brave souls were about, and all of them were in pairs. Len took a deep breath. Time to go.

Len walked down the red street, looking back and forth. No sign of the other officers, but every sign of Rin. In every dark alley, a body was in the blackest corner, hidden under a red coat made by Rin and her twisted painting. Len never grimaced once. Blood was a usual to him now. But one body did spark an interest.

A Peace Patrol officer, one of the three stationed on the island, was dead. Piko, his name was. Len found him on the opposite side of the island, about mid-afternoon. In his hand, a red stained letter.

"Send word for Kaito or Len. We've gotten word that Rin Kagamine has broken out, and is hiding out on the island. The bridge will be breaking with any sharp jar… and people are already beginning to dissa-."

Len put the letter down. Blood made the rest of the letter illegible. Len sighed. He had arrived too late… but better than never. Len couched down and picked up Piko's body and held it in his arms. Blood dripped on his uniform, ruining it completely. But Len didn't mind. He found out where the Headquarters was, and he was ready to go.

2 hours later…

Len put on a new uniform jacket. Piko's body was laying in the back room, a white cloth over him. That cloth was already turning pink. Gakupo and Leon, the two remaining officers, had a small service for Piko, but it was short. Night was falling, and Rin would be out soon. "So, Len," Said Leon, beginning to walk out the door. "What happens if we do meet Rin? Do we kill her?" Gakupo looked at Leon and nodded, wondering the same question. "Yea, Len what happens…"

Suddenly, something in Len's eyes snapped. His face grew angry. He stopped. Len's hand strayed to his sword. Leon noticed this. "Hey, Len what!" Len pulled out his sword and swung back, killing both of the officers in one shot. Globs of blood flew through the air as Len said coldly, "You two are in my way. Rin is mine… you two are just junk, all used up."

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After all... it's just fallen junk.

Sorry about any mistakes or confusing parts... tell me, and I'll fix it... if not... orz