To "Oh dear" review, a quick reply - Nah, :D although I didn't explicitly explain it out, the items Taito got during the afternoon included colored contacts, blue hair dye, zip ties, and oversized kitchen gloves (for the sake of disguise- it didn't take too much to pull off.) The dude came prepared (as much as it was possible to do so) for whatever may have happened.

While Master is a desperate fool when it comes to how much in intense, needy love he is in with Kaito, honestly, /anyone/ who didn't have a super keen sense would probably have mistaken the two. Taito wasn't kidding when he "joked" earlier; these two really do look remarkably alike in almost all ways but coloring. It's really only his personality that can give him away.

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Taito got out of the car and followed Master to what appeared to be an abandoned toolshed that was surrounded by sparse forest, that was off of the winding dirt road they had been driving on. Master pulled a key from his keyring out, and unlocked the padlock that was keeping the door chained shut. The door creaked a little, the sound of abused, old metal grating against itself, as Master pulled the door to the side, opening it for his beloved Vocaloid to go inside.

A small, thin, blonde Vocaloid female was sitting on the floor, her ankle chained to the opposite wall of the shed. Her nude body was covered with fresh scabs, older scabs, at varying degrees of healing, large, angry bruises, and long, nasty, jagged cuts across her pale flesh. Her hair had been hacked off in an unflattering way. Her face had been cut open in long, ugly gashes that ran across her face like cracks in a glass. Her blue eyes stared, wide, horrified, at Taito, as he stepped into the shed, and he regarded her.

Rin's eyes suddenly looked confused, then went defiant, and she pulled her small lips back in an aggressive grimace that showed her white, straight teeth. Taito couldn't help himself for the small, half-smile that rose on his face as he regarded her. Really, she was just like how he had imagined. Like Mikuo to a T.

Rin's blue eyes sparked with hate at Taito's small expression. When he had walked through the door, Rin's heart had stopped for a moment, sure that Master had somehow, somehow, gotten his hands back on Kaito. But the blank look on this Kaito's face was not Kaito's look, the way he held himself was not the way Kaito held himself. The blue eyes that stared at her hurt body with no emotion... those were NOT Kaito's eyes.

This person, whoever he was, was a fake. And he thought that her situation was /funny./ Her rapidly growing hate took a backseat to fear as Master followed the false Kaito in to the shed, though.

"Do you like what I did, Kaito? She looks pretty ugly now, doesn't she?" Master smiled happily at his blue-haired Vocaloid. Taito glanced back at him.

"What kind of a lock is that?" The bluenette asked, looking at Rin's ankle restraint. Master chuckled and dangled his keychain, the sound of the metal keys taunting Rin's ears. She cowered back a little, her eyes narrowing in fear and hatefulness as Master stepped closer, grinning.

"The kind that we won't need in a few minutes. After all, I only need you. Right, Kaito?" Master spoke quietly, a gleeful light to his eyes. "No one will want such a bad, useless Vocaloid as this. There is no need to return her. I think the only appropriate thing to do now is... uninstall her operating system. Don't you think so, Kaito?"

Master's fingers reached out to stroke Taito's cheek, cupping the Vocaloid's face in his warm hand. Taito smiled again, the same, semi-mocking-looking half-smile that he had showed Rin, and snuck his left hand behind him to pull out what looked like a nasty ice pick from his back pocket.

Rin's eyes widened in disbelief as Taito snapped his arm forward forcefully, stabbing the pick deep into her Master's chest. Master bellowed in surprise and pain, gripping his chest, blood instantly soaking his shirt as Taito pulled the pick back out of Master's body. Master dropped his keys, falling backwards onto his ass, his gaping expression one of pain, disbelief, shock, and fury. Taito bent to pick the keys up.

"You!" Master sputtered in an intense rage that was half scream. Taito gave Master one of his rare full smiles, and turned to unlock Rin's ankle restraint. Master lunged at him from the floor, grabbing him by one leg and pulling Taito hard to unbalance him. The bluenette fell down on the floor, dropping his ice pick and the keys from the shock of the impact. The pick rolled a short distance aways, just out of his immediate reach.

Master pulled himself up along Taito's body, still bleeding profusely, his face a mask of dark rage. He grabbed Taito's head and slammed it against the ground. Taito's vision went starry, and he tried to grapple with Master, but the human male was his superior in weight, size, strength, and muscle. Taito's eyes glanced over to where Rin sat, frozen in shock, staring at the two of them in horror. Her hands were against her mouth, her eyes were terrified.

"Don't look at her!" Master screamed in Taito's face, slamming the Vocaloid's head down against the floor again, hard, again, again. "Don't look at anybody but me! I'm going to cut your eyes out so you can never look at anybody else again!"

Master had gotten a knife from somewhere. Taito cursed himself, that he hadn't checked the area carefully enough for weapons that might have been lying around, before he made his move. He felt nauseous and lightheaded from the head trauma, but his blue eyes opened wide as he saw the knife coming down towards his face, unable to do anything to stop the human male, who had him overpowered.

"No! Stop!" Rin's shriek rang out, as Master stabbed violently downwards into Taito's eye socket, rupturing the organ. Taito screamed, a light toned scream of pain like he had never before felt. Master laughed, gasping, bleeding onto Taito's body as he topped the smaller male. Taito held both his hands to his eye, the knife sticking out gruesomely from between them as blood ran down over his gloved fingers.

Rin's eyes were wild as she watched Master, right in front of her, insanity in his eyes as he threw his head back and laughed. Her eyes caught on the still slightly rolling ice pick that Taito had dropped, and her small hands grabbed at it.

Master howled as Rin propelled herself forward and stabbed at him with every ounce of strength she had left in her small, injured body, hitting him in the side of the neck while he was distracted with his insane laughter. Red, hot fluid spurted against her cheek and her nude chest and arm from the wound in Master's neck as she ripped the pick back away from the injury she had inflicted, and Master rolled to his side, shrieking, clutching at his gushing wound.

Taito grabbed the pick from her, his one working eye focused on Master through the haze of intense agony, his other hand still clutching against his ruined eye socket. Master was gushing blood over the floor, and screaming, but the scream bubbled.

"Why... WHY?" The bubbling scream came as Master regarded Taito advancing upon him, the pick in his hand. "I love you! I love you!"

"Because you made Mikuo cry," Taito said simply. Taito leaned over the male human and struck with force against the front of Master's neck, silencing him. The human struggled, his hands desperately holding against his neck, his eyes bulging outwards, choking on his own bleeding, gaping, gushing injuries, until he suddenly went limp, and his eyes lost focus. The strong pulse of blood from his throat wounds lessened, draining more calmly down Master's front and from his mouth.

Rin was panting, staring at Master's still body, her mind screaming at her. Taito grabbed the knife that was still stuck in his eye with a howl of pain that shivered down Rin's spine as he pulled it free with all of his strength. He took a moment to dry heave from the intense, debilitating pain, panting on his own as he knelt on all fours against the floor and tried to recover himself. Tried to ignore the excessive quantity of blood pouring down his face from his head wound.

Taito looked with his one remaining eye back to where Rin sat on the floor, breathing hard. "Thanks. Brat."

Rin stared blankly back at him, then started to laugh, a crazed, hysterical laugh that went on for what felt to Taito like a long time. He cracked his half-smile back at her after a moment, and her laugh filled with tears that fell down her face.

Taito felt a little unsteady as he rose back to his feet, the bloodloss making him even more lightheaded. He knelt next to Rin with the keys, unlocking her ankle. Stared at her nude body again, and she stopped laughing and stared at him challengingly, feeling ashamed and utterly dirty, but refusing to back down.

Taito awkwardly unbuttoned his shirt, stripped it off, and tossed it at her. "Not that I mind the view," He cracked, his face blank of expression, save for the little half-smile that was still on his lips. Rin regarded him seriously, then put the shirt on, wincing as she put her arms through the sleeves. It was too big, and it hung ridiculously on her frame... but the benefit of the wrong size was that it also covered her to the tops of her thighs. Rin nodded, seriously, looking at Taito.

"You need a hospital."

"Yeah... think we both do," Taito replied easily in his light tone. Taito stood back up unsteadily, and walked back over to Master, the long, sharp knife glinting in his hand.

"What are you doing?" Rin asked, watching him.

"Getting a present," Taito answered. "For the /real/ Kaito." After a slight pause, that half-smile appeared once again. "Maybe for the samurai, too. I'm such a nice guy."

Taito raised the knife.