Beautiful Hangover

II: Knitted Fate

Sleepy. Drained. Drowsy. Dehydrated. Trapped. There were dozens of words that could describe Rin's present condition, but even so none of them could truly convey the complex state she was in. She'd awoke once again in the confines of another's bedroom on her side with no sense of time, due to the curtains of the window being veiled shut. As though her captor desired to keep her away from the outside world, only to keep her for himself.

If only she was exaggerating. The nightgown she wore was still present on her body—her body that was touched inappropriately by a fellow student but her body no less—just wrinkled with a few creases. To her realization, her wrists were freed from her cuffs but her ankles did not share that same quality. Mutely, she stretched her legs as far as they could go, a distance that didn't go very far unfortunately.

Remembering the claimed party was on Friday and she slept in for most of Saturday, today was Sunday. Rin disliked Sundays. While Fridays were wonderful, and Saturdays were her favorite, Sunday despite being part of the weekend was just a cruel reminder of what would arrive the following day. That was why she never made any plans on that day, being content with napping in bed all day. A thought crossed her mind what others did on Sundays.

Len. And there he lay, right beside her with his head using only the mattress as a cushion, breathing quietly with his arms around her waist. Her cheek had been pressed against his loose top, its sleeves pushed up to the elbows. His appearance was nearly angelic, had she forgotten what he did to her. He seemed rather depleted himself for whatever reason. He wasn't the one kidnapped.

Admittedly, Len wasn't a bad captor. Deranged, yes he was and last night proved just that. But he still displayed a need to keep her happy, because some time in the night he added warmth with a blanket that was delicate enough to belong to a newborn infant. She lifted her hands to touch the fabric. It was soft, fluffy and somehow sent a nostalgic feeling through her mind. Had she owned this before?

She shifted, attempting to back her head away a bit but only for Len to just snuggle closer at the gesture. Speaking of infants, what was Len's childhood like? He was a proper gentleman at school, so it hinted that he was raised well at least. Yet his desperate behavior towards her contradicted that. Had he not received enough affection in his childhood, or was he longing for something else?

Or someone else.

Rin only blew a breath of air, exasperated. This boy was complicated, certainly. Yet she couldn't help but be curious. What was Len hiding? She heard nothing of his parents. How long had he been staying alone?

The girl blinked, shaking her head and scolding herself for her curiosities.

God, Rin. Get a hold of yourself. Len's a maniac. He might as well sell your organs to the black market. No one can ever tell what he's thinking. Always smiling all the time.

"Nn…" The warmth near her moved, and she tilted her head up to look at him. He blinked for a while, attempting to be accustomed to his surroundings before glancing down and noticing her. He beamed. "Kagamine-san, good morning. Did you have a good sleep?" Rin opened her mouth to answer, but opted on the fact that she did not feel safe enough to speak to him quite yet. Not really minding her silence, he gave a quick peck on her nose and chased his palms down her back to her bottom to caress the skin hidden beneath her gown. "Are you ready for breakfast?" Without waiting for an answer, he sat himself up and did the same to her, removing the cuffs on her ankles with one hand while keeping his other near her waist to prevent her from escaping.

He neared his mouth closer to her ear, his tone dropping several pitches to achieve a husky tone. "Now, you won't try to leave, will you?" She hastily nodded—ignoring the way her heart seemed to drop in her abdomen—as if because of him she was fated to nod yes, of course for the rest of her life. He innocently smiled once again, pleased with her response. "That's my Kagamine-san."

And Len hoisted her up, nudging at her legs so they would effectively be wrapped around his waist, heading downstairs. All the while, he continued sensually grazing his palms over her bottom, sparking the touch of fear within the pits of her stomach that fluttered moths. Biting at her intestines, nibbling. She opened her mouth to attempt to project her voice, anything that would make him stop, but her vocal chords wouldn't budge. She hated the way he was unyielding in his actions, how it was as if he felt he owned her body completely, how he even dared to slither his offending fingers up the attire once more to slide past a certain article's fabric—

"Stop!"

The boy froze. He peered up at her, whose face was paling with fright. Although appearing reluctant, he removed his fingers, and smoothed her dress back down, surprisingly. "Forgive me, Kagamine-san," he mumbled, almost regretfully. "I wouldn't want to spoil your breakfast, would I?" She couldn't quite respond, too flabbergasted that he had actually listened to her. Instead, she just numbly nodded. She wouldn't say "it's fine", because it clearly wasn't and just implied the message he could do it again any time. And she wouldn't say she forgave him, either, because he certainly hadn't listened to her pleas the previous night.

After resuming their walk downstairs, they'd reached the kitchen. He stepped through the passage, en route to the room. The hallway's walls had prints of what Rin presumed to be his family. Notably, Len was walking at a quicker pace as if to avoid her looking too long at the framed pictures. She made a mental note to look at them later when she was able to.

Upon finding the entrance, Rin had nearly been blinded by the shininess that accompanied them. Unlike the quaint bedroom upstairs, this kitchen was nearly futuristic with its stainless steel and glistening granite counters. The counter held a bowl of fruits, primarily grapes, bananas, and oranges—something Rin couldn't help but be awfully suspicious about—and a telephone. There was a marble, circular table in the center of the kitchen, with two chairs present.

Len sat Rin down at the table.

"Don't move," he instructed, to which she nodded immediately.

Len had began to wander around the kitchen, fetching ingredients such as pancake batter with calculated and practiced movements. He took out a pan, a bowl, sifting together some flour, baking powder, sugar, and salt. As he was mixing it, he spoke.

"Kagamine-san, do you hate me?" He glanced at her.

She bit her lower lip. "No…" she said carefully. She wasn't sure if she did hate him, really. She was definitely terrified of him, but hate was a strong word, as her mother had taught her. Despite that… This boy had kidnapped her and violated her. "I don't know."

He hadn't gone too far yet. He had not slapped her yet.

They remained in utter silence for a while, until moments later Len brought over a tray of pancakes and a glass of orange juice. She eyed the drink with the suspicion she felt earlier. How…?

"Kagamine-san, you must understand that it's a requirement that you live with me," he said as he whisked over a plate of pancakes to her along with the drink. The pancakes had syrup spilled over it delicately, with a fork and knife plunked by its side. She kneaded the edges of her gown, watching him. "Now that you're here, I can't really let you go." Before she could reach for the breakfast herself, he grabbed hold of her wrist and then pulled over a chair beside her, and, to her complete shock, lifted her up and onto his lap.

"Wh-What are you doing?!" she shouted, cheeks burning as he adjusted her so she would be facing him. His face was arranged in a "nonsense, I'll help you" expression, rather endearing. "I can feed myself, I'm no baby." He merely rolled his eyes playfully, slipping his arms past her underarms for the utensils, and began to slice the pancakes. He pierced a pancake piece, and then held it to her mouth.

"Ahh."

Instinctively, before he could shove it past her lips, she'd turned her head. The sticky pancake squished itself against her cheek as a result. Gross. Len examined it for a moment before leaning closer to that stained patch of skin.

Then, something dabbed at it. Something warm. And… wet. His tongue was lathering the syrup on her cheek lightly. Rin loudly protested, violently punching at his stomach for him to stop, but if anything he only persisted. Suddenly, he dropped the fork, causing it to clatter onto the kitchen floor, and placed his hands on her cheeks. He closed his eyes.

And captured her lips with his.

.:AN:.

Should I… Bump the rating up to M? I'm not really certain what suits the standards of M, because I know that fanfiction dot net doesn't allow extremely explicit mature situations and know of some authors whose stories were taken down due to it. If it bothers anybody, I'll gladly change it. Because I myself feel that this is way too explicit to be only T.

Thanks for the positive feedback on the revise last chapter. Glad to see some old readers came back to check on it, and found that it was rewritten. You darlings, you.

This… Chapter is short because the original second chapter was of relatively short length.