This story was adapted from the manga Boys Next Door. Both the main story and concept belong to Kaori Yuki.
Boys Next Door © Kaori Yuki
I do not own it nor Vocaloid.
Something so impure...
No one could've guessed...
Especially me...
That it could be so beautiful...
It was always the same, really. These foul creatures, the ones who fear me, who cower, they are all the same, sick beings. They run, I chase. They hide, I track them.
Like a game of cat and mouse.
This particular one was giving me a hard time...but I didn't particularly care; they always got tired out in the end, and I always catch them. This one led me straight into a dark alley. Hm, how cliche.
They couldn't run from me anymore...
They begged me, but I felt no sympathy. Not for a creature as dirty as this. As if it memory of my first 'triumph', I pulled out a gleaming knife and struck it into the dirty victim's chest. A scream managed to escape their lips, but it quickly lowed into a gurgled gasp as blood spilled from their mouth.
It was another job done...but, oh, I almost forgot the most important thing...
They cannot look at me.
Indeed, this victim...and all of the foul creatures that I have killed...they all have that same dirty face, those same dirty eyes...the same eyes as the one who haunts me.
And I still cannot stand it.
I think it's instinct for me. I cannot bear for those dirty eyes to look upon me...me, their murderer, the weak man with the bloody hands...
The ugly, weak child nobody wants...
My victims, since the very first one, they have all been blindfolded by me. Thus, earning me my nickname...
"The Blind Man."
In this city, word seems to spread fast, so I never stay at the crime scene for long. I stand up, putting the wiping the bloody knife off on the victims still-clean jacket before putting it back where it belongs. I turned around, ready to walk out of the alley and blend in with the crowd, when I finally notice...
Someone has been watching me.
A girl, some years younger than myself, was watching me with a dull gaze. Though the alley was dark, I could see her face...though, there wasn't much of an emotion on it. Golden bangs fell down above her blue eyes, and she simply stared at me...for a moment, I was frozen in place.
I had been caught.
"Hey, Rin!" a high-pitched, feminine voice echoed through the alleyway as a teal-haired female ran behind the young girl, apparently named 'Rin'. "Hurry up, or Kaito will beat you again..." Rin did not look back at the female; she continued to stare at me.
I stared back at her, my eyes wide. I didn't feel fear exactly, but...I was unable to look any longer. I jumped up and rushed passed Rin, passed the teal-haired female and out the alley. "Woah!" the girl gasped ad I nearly knocked her over. She put her hands on her hips in annoyance. "How rude!"
Rin still did not reply. She shifted her gaze from where I had been to the place where the victim lie, blood still pouring from the wound that the knife had made. The teal-haired female followed her gaze, gasping as she finally caught sight of the body. "Oh my God," she whispered, covering her mouth as if she was going to be sick. "Is...is she dead?" She turned to Rin, then looked over her shoulder, as if I was standing there. "Could that guy have been the killer?"
Rin knelt down in front of the body, her eyes setting on a small necklace that rested in the pool of blood.
My necklace.
"How freaky!" the teal-haired girl exclaimed. "Rin, look!"
Another victim of the man who kills young prostitutes...the "Blind Man!
People stared at me as I ran down the street. I didn't stop, though, nor did I look at any of them. I killed someone!
I've already...I've already had relationships with six girls...so I had to blindfold their eyes and kill them.
I am the one who is talked about on the news...the killer of young prostitutes...the "Blind Man"!
When I kill people...my chest gets hot...so hot, I feel like I'm going to die...as if I'll burn to death...
I-I'm unable to stop these desires... I clenched my fists. Does this mean I'm crazy?
Just now... My mind drifted back to the girl, the one who's eyes could see right through you. That girl, she saw my face...
I'm finished! It's all over!
ALL OVER!
"Hey, what's this?" I heard somebody yell. I froze. "Mr. Kagamine!"
"...huh?" I turned around. I let out a sigh of relief when I saw a pink-haired girl, Luka.
She was glaring down at a young girl with light green hair. She wore a pair of broken goggles and a somewhat-tattered dress. "Honestly, Gumi is too much! I can't handle her!" she glared at the girl one more in annoyance. "Just look at Gakupo's injuries!" A boy held onto Luka's pantleg, several bruises and scrapes on his face, his eyes puffy from tears. "Is she really a girl?"
Gumi huffed in annoyance, crossing her arms and looking away as I knelt down before her. "Gumi, again? Why were you fighting?" I asked her gently; though tomboyish in personality, she never was one to hurt people unprovoked.
"G-Gakupo said," she looked down, barely speaking above a whisper. "Gakupo told me that I'm a child nobody wants..." My eyes widened, a memory burning fresh in my mind.
I turned to Gakupo, putting a hand on the teary-eyed boy's head. "Gakupo..." I said to him. "Do you know what adults like me call that? They call it "prejudice". It started a long time ago, and it's still a problem in this country." He looked up me, and I spoke more gently. "It's only because you don't have the problem. But because somebody else does, that makes you feel superior. You shouldn't think like that. It's wrong."
"Enough!" I heard Gumi cry suddenly.
"Hmm?" I turned to look at her.
She had her small hands clenched into fists, trying her hardest to fight back tears that were threatening to spill over. "You make me sound like a pitiful, unfortunate child!" She pushed passed Luka and began to run away.
"Gumi!" Luka called after her, practically seething. She huffed in annoyance. "That child...she has no consideration! You were only trying to help..."
"No," I interrupted her, smiling in understanding at the direction where Gumi had ran. "I was the one who wasn't considerate..." I met Luka's gaze as she stared at me in confusion. "I am just like her...I was a foster child as well."
Luka stared at me, surprised, as we began to walk together. "Oh...?"
I looked up in remembrance as I recalled the events. "My mother was single," I told her. "When she was killed, I was sent to many different orphanges."
"Oh...I'm sorry, I didn't know..." Luka whispered.
"Don't worry," I smiled at her. "Do not look at Gumi in that way. She's a really nice kid." We turned as we reached the end of the sidewalk. "We live very close, so she always comes over to play with Wolfy."
"Is Wolfy your dog?" Luka asked me.
I chuckled. "No...not really. How do I say it...?" I was interrupted by the sound of footsteps quickly running up behind me. I felt someone's arms wrap around me suddenly, and a necklace was dangled in front of my face.
My necklace.
"Is this the name tag the master bought for his pet?" a female voice asked in a whisper. "There's a phone number, too, in case the pet gets lost." I felt the person lie their head against my shoulder.
I turned around quickly, and the person stepped away, still dangling the necklace in front of them. "Who are you?" My eyes widened when I caught sight of the person. It's her!
"Rin Kagamine," the female answered, almost smirking a bit as she wrapped her hand around Wolfy's name tag.
That's...that's her!
How could she have it?
I must...I must've dropped it!
"That's a really nice name," Luka answered with a bit of a smile. "Hmm, are you Mr. Kagamine's friend?"
This can't be!
"Yes," Rin answered her.
She'll reveal everything!
She turned to me, those same emotionless eyes staring into my soul. "It's been a long time since we last saw each other," Rin said, meaning the words mostly for me. "Can I meet with you tonight...big brother Len?"
"Oh! I didn't know Mr. Kagamine had a cute sister," Luka exclaimed, her smile widening.
Did she...did she use my phone number?
She walked up to me.
What does she want?
She had Wolfy's name tag around her neck, twirling her finger around it. "Well," she said with a raised eyebrow. "Does it look good on me, brother?"
What is she doing? She should've just given it to the police!
"Well," she told me with a bit of a smirk, holding out a small piece of paper in her hand. "Come to this place tonight." She placed the paper in my shirt pocket. "Until then, I'll wear this chain around my neck." She hugged me once.
That girl...it's like she can see right through me...
"I'll only give it back if you come!" she called as she ran away, waving.
How can this be?
What is she thinking?
Doesn't she already know the truth about me!
She was strange...too strange...
If that could be...
It would be perfect happiness!
It's just...this way that I love you...
I kill you...
I know this contains obvious foreshadowing. But it was needed. Stay tuned for when I write the next chapter!