**Hey, readers! Welcome back to The Fox and The Spider! I'd like to say I am so, so sorry this chapter has taken me so long. Midterm exams kicked my butt.

Thank you so so much for all the support you guys have given; you guys are so kind, even to writers with weirdly creative minds. 3 Moving right along, this chapter has all the same trigger warnings. Rape and gore (now with incest). If you're easily triggered by those OR you are underage, why are you even here. I warned you three times. I don't own Vocaloid or any of the characters!

*chugs holy water* okay here we go**

Chapter 4

There were blue hairs lodged underneath Gumi's fingernails. She became hazily aware of this fact as she squatted above the mutilated body of a servant whom had had the misfortune of coming in to deliver a cup of tea for Kaito. The shrill, keening giggle that emerged from Gumi's lips echoed through the empty room as she picked at gouges in the girl's flesh. Kaito's body was sprawled across his futon, his arms twisted sickeningly behind his back. His legs had been broken in multiple places, nearly ripped in half at the knee. As for his head, it lay in a puddle of blood across the room. "He screamed so loudly," Gumi murmured with some sense of satisfaction. "He tried to crawl away. But I grabbed the back of his ankle and twisted until I heard a crack. Then he screamed louder. And it sounded good! I felt better when I heard that! So I kept pulling and ripping until he didn't scream anymore!" She cackled heartily, her tongue darting over her sharpened teeth.

'It is late,' the voice inside Gumi's head suddenly snapped. 'Your master will not be pleased with you if you do not leave soon.' The voice sounded like sandpaper, uneven and gravelly. "Yes." She replied, standing up slowly. Sparing a last bemused look at the room littered with bodies, the girl turned and walked silently out into the corridor. Moonlight shimmered on the polished wood floor, and on the thin tendrils of blood that snaked their way out from the doorframe. The green-haired girl walked slowly, ethereally down the hallway, enjoying the feeling of the wind cooling her face and chilling her blood-soaked robe. As she approached the gate of the Megpoid residence, she raised her head to the sky and took a few hesitant sniffs. Through the wet haze of the night humidity and the sharp metallic tang of blood, she was able to smell the comforting scent of her master. 'Hurry now.' the voice whispered again. 'Don't leave your master waiting.' With an excited yip, she burst through the gates and began sprinting down the path toward the source of the enticing scent.

Hatsune-sama was knelt on the floor of his darkened bedroom, his eyes closed and his ears open. He was listening to the wind whisper through the corridors of the house; sometimes he could almost make out what it was saying before it was gone. The night was warm and peaceful, almost tranquil, and he let out a small content sigh. It had been several days since the girl, Gumi, had been released from her confinement in the Hatsune household. By now he assumed she was back home with no memory of the incident, and her parents' death would have been attributed to wandering thieves. Nevertheless, he hadn't made any attempt to appear back in public just yet. Unless the Emperor's court needed him direly, he never left the house for a few days after he was finished with his 'playthings'.

"Outo-san..?" The shy voice of his daughter brought a smile to Hatsune-sama's lips. He turned his head and regarded her, standing in the doorway. "Yes, dear?"

"I can't sleep… I can't stop thinking about Guu-chan. Maybe we were wrong to send her back. What if she remembers?" Miku murmured quietly, twisting a strand of hair around her finger. Her father chuckled. "That isn't possible, my dear. We performed the curse correctly, as we always do. She will never have any memory of what happened. Now, come here."

Miku obeyed, stepping into the room and sliding the door shut behind her. Hatsune-sama stood, loosening his robe as he beckoned to her. "Come to me, my darling. I'll make you feel better." She smiled, dropping on all fours and crawling across the wooden floor towards him. There was a faint rustle of fabric as he opened his robe fully, exposing himself to her. Miku let her eyes trail up and down his body before coming to a stop at his feet, adjusting to sit on her knees as her hands ran up his thighs. "That's right," he murmured, his voice dark with lust. "Daddy will make you forget about all your worries…" Miku let her eyes flutter closed, and she obediently opened her lips. Hatsune-sama chuckled darkly, twisting his fingers into her hair as she took him into her mouth. "That's right... My good little girl."

The ground was cold against Gumi's bare feet as she slowed to a stop in front of the main gate of the Hatsune mansion. She was panting heavily, a small line of saliva trailing down her chin and dripping onto her already-stained robe. 'Your master is anxiously awaiting you; you must go to him.' The voice hissed into Gumi's ear. She nodded, looking around frantically for a way in. There were loose slats of wood on the far corner of the gate, spongy and rotting. Gumi grabbed one of them and pulled, an explosion of wood splinters and dust showering the air. She hacked weakly, dropping on all fours and slithering through the small opening.

A cloud had sailed over the moon and a faint rumble of thunder shook the distant sky. The air was heavy; surely a prediction of rain. The night wind had become balmy and thick, sending a chill through Gumi's bones. She slowly approached the main house, alert for any signs of danger. A high-pitched whine caught in her throat as she recognized her master's scent, stronger. He was close. She carefully stepped onto the raised wooden floor of the corridor, staying low and out of sight. She crept down the hall, her ears perking at every small noise. As she rounded a corner, she began to hear… noises. Noises that were all too familiar. "Master…?" She whispered, stepping closer to the source. There was a room at the end of the hall, the door glowing softly from the light of a lantern within. She could see light shimmering through a small crack in the door. Her heart hammering in her chest, she approached the light and looked through the crack in the door.

Hatsune-sama was facing the door, his eyes narrowed and focused as he held Miku by her hips and drove hard, deep thrusts into her. She was on her hands and knees in front of him, nearly prostrate, and her eyes were blank with blind pleasure. The sounds were disgusting; grunts and breathy moans, skin slapping against wet skin, and the endless praise that was streaming out of Hatsune-sama's mouth, "Ngh, yes, that's right! That's a good girl… Raise your hips for Daddy, just like that… Oh, fuck, yes..!" Miku gasped and whined with pleasure, biting down on her hand as he continued to pound into her.

Gumi's eyes started to water as she watched. She didn't understand; why was her Master doing this? Didn't he sense her here? Didn't he love only her? She let out a soft sob, backing away and collapsing against the door across from the horrible scene. She didn't understand. It wasn't fair. Her fist hit the wooden floor, hard. It wasn't fair. "Master… Why did you betray me?" She murmured, chewing on her lip until it started to bleed. "Why…? Master?"

'Because he isn't your master.' The voice in her head echoed.

She jerked upright, her eyes narrowing. "No. You're lying. He is my master, and he loves me. You're lying!"

'I'm afraid it is true, Gumi-chan. He isn't your master…' The voice murmured, and Gumi had just enough time to register a hand extending from the door behind her before it clamped over her mouth, rendering her silent. 'I am.'

The figure pulled her through the darkened doorway, sliding it shut. The room she had been pulled into was pitch black. A candle on the floor in front of her flared to life with a pop and a hiss, and she was able to make out her attacker. "M-Miku-chan?"

The person scoffed, and spoke in the same low voice that had guided her there. "No. Miku is my sister. My name is Hatsune Mikuo." He murmured, standing up gazing down at her. He was dressed in a grand kimono, one usually reserved for ceremonies and grand dinners, but it looked old and frayed as if it had been worn for years. His hair, the same shocking shade of cyan that Miku had, was shaggy and cut in uneven layers. He was bony and pale as snow, but his eyes were intelligent and sharp as a knife. The moment those eyes met Gumi's, she knew that he was her master. A smile crossed her bloodied lips and she lurched forward, her arms wrapped around his legs. "My Master..!"

"Yes, my dear." He smiled lovingly, running a hand through her matted green hair. "I am sorry we didn't meet sooner." Gumi pulled away, gazing up at him with a content sigh. "Where were you when I was looking for you…?" She asked sadly.

"I am sorry we couldn't be together before now," he replied, "but as you can see, I cannot leave the house. I rarely leave this room. When my mother died in childbirth with me, my father locked me away and told me I would never be seen as part of the family." He closed his eyes, wincing at recalling the painful memory. "You see… We Kitsune are different than other beings. When we find our true mate, we are together for eternity, much like real foxes. When I took my father's mate away from him, he could not forgive me. Instead he directed his love to my sister, Miku. She always had whatever she wanted. And once my sister had blossomed into a woman, he directed his lust towards her as well." Mikuo scowled, his eyes flashing with anger.

"When I saw that my father had begun killing humans for sport, I grew even more sickened with him. A Kitsune lives forever, and a wise and good one usually helps and teaches humans. But not my father. His grief and lust drove him to madness, and soon he forced my sister down the same path. When I saw they were going to do the same to you and your family, I…" He trailed off, taking a deep breath. "I couldn't allow it. My father was going to curse you to forget; your family, the torture you went through, everything. But I had different plans." Mikuo's expression softened, and he kneeled down in front of Gumi, caressing her cheek softly. "I laid a different curse on you… One that would possess you and make you mine. You will do my every bidding, be my lifelong slave, and once the curse has had its hold for long enough…" He ran his hand through her hair, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss against her forehead. "You will be a true Kitsune. Forever." He whispered.

Gumi whimpered with gratitude. "Thank you… Master… I will do anything you ask. Anything at all." Mikuo chuckled, his electric blue eyes piercing hers. "Good, my slave. Very good. Because you are going to play the most important role of all…" His grin widened maniacally.

"You are going to kill them."

End of Chapter 4

**Well that was a plot twist.

I would like to make one thing clear to you all: Gumi is possessed. She isn't doing this in her right mind and she doesn't have any control over herself. For all intents and purposes she's basically under the Imperius Curse. Just something to remember before you go "Aww so sweet I ship it!" Nah fam. It's basically mind rape.

Anyway! Hope you all enjoyed! Again, I'm so sorry this took so long. The next chapter should progress somewhat faster. See you then lovelies!**