How could he defeat the government?

That was the question that bugged Len for the next few days. Maybe he could start a protest, telling the government officials to change their ways. Then again, he knew that wouldn't work. The government wouldn't change without a threat. They might even take to violent ways to repress the protests.

Len sighed, doodled in his notebook. Violence was always such a problem. Wasn't there a way to end all this unnecessary crime and violence?

He drew a little fortress on one side of his notebook and labeled it "government." Without really thinking, he drew a stick figure of himself and made it look like he was destroying the tiny castle.

"Ow, that sure seems painful," Kaito whispered, glancing over at Len's notebook. They were currently having a silent study hall, but the teacher wasn't really paying attention to the students, who were mostly whispering among themselves.

"Are you really taking Rin seriously? She was probably joking about how the government is the real evil," Kaito continued, leaning over and drawing a person pretending to fight Len. Len knew Kaito wouldn't be able to understand his ideals. It was true that they were living a more privileged life, but Len couldn't enjoy it unless everyone was happy and crime was abandoned.

"I know, but if she was serious, how do you think we could destroy the government?" Len asked casually. He knew Kaito probably didn't take him seriously. In reality, he'd never been so serious in his whole life.

"Eh…that's a hard question. If I were a terrorist and I wanted the government to listen to what I said, I'd start blowing things up I bet," Kaito joked.

"Seems like an interesting topic you guys are talking about," Gakupo commented, leaning forward in his seat to see what his two friends were doing. Gakupo wasn't as close as a friend as Kaito was, but Len still liked his company most times, unless he was going off about samurais again. That could get unbearable.

"What do you think then?" Len asked. He was waiting for inspiration to hit him, though Kaito had said something interesting. He didn't think it was wrong for a superhero to stoop down sometimes to ask the opinions of the common people, especially when those people were his friends.

"Well, if all the samurai who still exist in this world were to unite, taking down the government wouldn't take a day," Gakupo grinned, brushing his long purple bangs out of his face. Both Len and Kaito groaned out of exasperation, Kaito more than Len. Just like Len grew up believing he was a superhero (though technically now he really was one), Gakupo grew up thinking he was a samurai and that some secret organization must exist somewhere out there.

Len slumped over on his desk. All he had gotten out of from talking to Kaito and Gakupo was that to defeat the government, he had to use violence, but violence was the very thing he wanted to stop. It really was becoming a confusing paradox.

Later that day, Len was spacing out in history class when something caught his attention. They were learning about revolutions and the like. Len had been wearing an attentive looking expression on his face, though it felt fake even to him. The word "revolution," however, immediately caught his attention, a light bulb lighting in his head.

How could he forget? History was his best example to learn from. So many countries and leaders had led revolutions to cause a change for the better of the people. There were plenty of cases where the common people rose up to arms behind their leader, determined to be freed from the government. There was the American Revolution against the British government, the Chinese Revolution that overthrew the old government in China. Even now, Len had heard bits and pieces in the news of a revolution taking place in a distant land, led by commoners determined to overthrow their cruel and arrogant princess (random a/n: sorry…my history sucks and I just happened to be listening to Servant of Evil…).

Len suddenly realized the wisdom behind what Kaito and Gakupo had said. Sometimes, the government won't take you seriously unless you prove to them that you are a threat. Besides, maybe the only way to stop violence was to counter it with violence itself. The selfish officials would most definitely be afraid if someone threatened to ruin their lavish lives, wouldn't they?

The question that remained was how to exert such violence. Should he try to destroy government buildings? Len sighed and started doodling again. Even he knew directly attacking the government was suicide. They wouldn't see it as a revolution. They'd probably label him as a terrorist.

His eyes fell on the doodle he had first drawn. There he was, trying to destroy the government. And there was the stick figure Kaito had drawn, trying to attack Len. Why would someone want to hurt Len? For fun? Because they were evil? Or maybe, were they trying to start something? Something big, like a revolution?

Len suddenly shot up out of his seat, shouting, "I've got it!"

Everyone turned to stare at him. The teacher looked at him with an eyebrow raised. She asked, "Mr. Kagamine, I'm happy you're finally showing some enthusiasm for history, but that may have crossed the line, understand? Maybe you can answer this next question?"

Kaito was snickering beside Len, who had turned bright red, almost redder than the scarf that he pulled up in an attempt to hide his embarrassment. He quickly answered the teacher's question and dropped back into his seat like a stone before trying his best to refrain from slumping over on the desk and burying his head in his arms. How could he, the town's superhero, make a fool out of himself in school out of all places?

But when Len thought back to his brilliant idea, he suddenly felt a lot better. He would forget about this day sometime in the near future. His plan though, it would go down in history, remembered as the greatest revolution of all time. Why bother to learn history when he could create it?

His first step to his plan was to get the supplies. He didn't consult his revolution with anyone. He was the superhero. This was something he had to do alone. The public would support him anyways, just like they always had.

"So what's a superhero going to do with all this chemicals?" the store owner asked, handing him his order after Len paid the man in cash.

"They're just for a chemistry experiment, that's all," Len replied with a smile, waving as he left the shop. He might be a superhero, but he was a smooth liar too. Better than he'd like to admit.

After he'd safely deposited his new equipment back in his room, Len made his way to the Town Hall, which was first step to starting a revolution. The secretary granted him an audience with the mayor, casually flirting with Len in the process. Len just returned her actions with a smile and proceeded to his destination. He thought it was natural that people would want to get close to a town hero. That wasn't the main point in his journey of course. His revolution outweighed everything.

He knocked on the mayor's closed office doors. A muffled reply told him he could go in. Len took in a deep breath and opened the doors. He was immediately greeted by the nauseous smell of cigarettes. He'd pretty much forgotten that the mayor was often rumored to indulge in unhealthy habits. With all the unhealthy habits out there, it was easy for Len to forget that smoking was bad for you too.

"I heard from the secretary that you wanted to speak with me?" the mayor asked in his low and authoritative voice.

Len took in another breath to calm himself and replied, "I'm sure even you've read about the recent news of the investigation of Mr. A for using charity money for personal needs, right?"

"That case? Don't worry yourself with it. A superhero like you doesn't need to bend over to deal with inside problems," came the stiff reply.

"It's because I'm a superhero that I should be concerned with the welfare of the people. I'm sure it's not just one person who's committing such a dishonorable act, correct? You should teach the people who work under you to think more of the common people. If they keep up their actions, the public will never be able to truly be peaceful," Len argued in one breath. He gave a small cough after finishing his small talk. It sort of took the wind out of him.

The mayor turned to face Len, lazing back in his leather office chair. Len suddenly felt a chill run down his spine as the mayor fixed him with a steely glare. He demanded, "Do you have anything else to say?"

"Uh, well, no, not—"

"Then I really think you need to be reminded of your place. You might be pretending to play superhero now, young man, but regardless of what you've done, you are still nothing but a citizen of the town. Deal with the petty crimes that happen on the streets if you wish. You have not right to interfere with the affairs of the government, understand, boy?" the mayor glowered, rising to his feet, leering at Len from behind his thin glasses.

Len held his ground, returning the mayor's glare. He took in one deep and shaky breath before he pulled his scarf up over his mouth. Lowering his head slightly, he glared at the mayor and calmly asked, "So I'm allowed to take that as your answer, right?"

Before the mayor could reply, Len turned and headed out the office. Just before he shut the door, he cast the mayor one last glance and growled, "Just remember you brought this upon yourself and your people. There will be consequences for not giving the public the peace they deserve."

With that, he slammed the door shut and headed out, the fire in his soul rekindled alive by his burning desire to take down the corrupt government.

Len walked along the streets, his hands in his pockets, disgusted by the scene before him. Paper after paper was being used and wasted, scattered on the streets of an empty and weary town. He bent over and picked one of them up, his own image grinning back at him. He crumbled it in anger and threw it with perfect aim in the trashcan nearby.

To think that the mayor would have the guts to label him as a terrorist! He was their superhero, for crying out loud! He was doing all this to save the town, and yet everyone who once believed in him now all fell for the mayor's dirty trick, calling him a terrorist, a person who struck fear in people's hearts.

Len did more than that. He was their inspiration, not fear. Everyone must know that in order for the greater good to defeat the ultimate evil, sometimes innocent people had to be sacrificed. It was a way of life, giving yourself up for a greater cause. He was sure that everyone would understand that their sacrifices weren't in vain.

For the past two months, Len had tried his best to prepare the takeoff platform for the revolution. The only problem was that the rocket refused to take off. So Len had taken the matter into his own hands. The mayor was now seeing the consequences of his actions. By refusing to take action, crime had escalated in the town, leaving it in a dark shadow.

Len had made sure of that. He had to show the government the wrongs of their doings. He had at first tried to get Kaito and Gakupo, maybe even Miku and Rin to help him since they were some of his closest friends, but they instead had been his greatest disappointment. He'd sought Kaito's help first. Instead, his best friend just scoffed and left him with two words.

"You're insane."

Len wasn't the insane one. It was the people who thought he was insane that were the ones who were truly out of their minds. Didn't they see the ingenuity of his plan? He was doing everything to reveal the corruptness of government and defeat the true evil. Even if it involved the innocent.

He had started hunting crime with a fresh ideal, sparing nothing, including people's lives. Wherever corrupt officials went, people died in their wake of chemical reactions. People were found dead every day, exposed of their sinful crimes. Fights broke out in town, but they weren't rioting to overthrow the government. The mayor had brainwashed them with his incriminating posters, calling him a terrorist. Len took his opponents down one by one, determined not to let anyone get in his path. He had to succeed, even if it meant climbing the stairs made of innocent lives.

He'd already done most of what he could. He'd realized that those who called him insane were just scared, scared of trying to change the world. Cowards were all they were, cowards who would crumble under the pressure of evil. They had to be eliminated for the sake of creating a better world. Every evil had to be crushed and destroyed right down to the core until the corrupt government fell and a new world rose to distribute the peace and happiness that society wanted.

Suddenly, a huge crowd of people appeared before Len's eyes, snapping him out of his reverie. They were shouting, waving posters of Len, demanding him to pay for his crimes. Len spotted Kaito among them with Gakupo, standing in the back, casting him stares of disappointment and hate. He saw Miku's teal hair among the crowd, her fearful eyes watching Len's every move. People he had saved, people he had known, they were all here, opposing Len, calling him a murderer, calling him insane.

Len ground his teeth together furiously. He was the superhero, wasn't he? They should be following him and trusting him, not the government that was destroying them!

Suddenly, people were swarming forward, reaching out to grab Len, shouting "Down with the terrorist!"

He fought back with a new ferocity. He was going to change the world, he was going to show everyone that without him, there would never be peace. There would only be a corrupt government, making the people kneel before them and suffer. He was no terrorist. The very idea was outrageous.

He was outnumbered. People were grabbing at Len, confining him, dragging him away from the crowd. He struggled against his captors, shouting, "Where do you think you're taking me?"

"To prison, where you belong!" "Go and rot in hell!" "We don't want you here!" people from everywhere shouted, pushing him back and dragging him further and further away.

This couldn't be happening. How could he be overpowered? He shouted back, "You can't do this! I'm your superhero! I'm the one who protects this town, this world, everyone! You can't take me away!"

"Yes we can," the mayor's booming voice suddenly growled as he appeared before Len. "You're the one who disrupted the peace in this town. You deserve to go to prison and pay for your sins."

Len felt a shudder run down his spine, despair suddenly taking over him. This wasn't right. This wasn't how the TV show had ended. Justice always won. How could he be losing to the leader of all evil?

A flashing image of his hero appeared before his eyes, his valiant figure crushing all evil before him, standing proudly above the criminals he'd defeated. Tears were already trickling out of his eyes, uncontrolled. He'd just wanted to be like his hero, to defeat all evil, to rise, victorious. Was even that too much to dream of?

Later, as Len sat huddled in his dark cell, he started thinking about what he had done wrong. He hadn't done anything wrong was the conclusion he'd come to. He wasn't insane, just weak. He hadn't trained enough to become true undefeatable superhero. That was all

But that didn't mean it was over. Justice couldn't lose. It always won in the end, no matter what TV show he'd watched. Someone would stand forward with his ideals. A hero worthy enough to follow them. And they would be able to destroy the true evil and bring true peace to the society.

Len was sure of it.

A/N: I got bored and flew through this chapter. I was sorta out of ideas..

Sorry if it doesn't live up to your expectations….

Here ends my first (somewhat failed) attempt at a vocaloid fanfic. Might write more if I finish my Fairy Tail fanfic...

Thanks for reading anyways!