I do not own Vocaloid, they belong to his/her/their respective programmers. I do not own the song for which this is named, it belongs to the group that made/programmed it. All I own is the story.
This story involves abuse/rape/gay sex/ personal issues/family issues/ memory problems/ drug problems
This story also has short stints into the thoughts of the three main characters, Kaito, Gakupo, and Len. These sections will be noted before with "Person's" thoughts and ended with thoughts end

Haitoku no Kioku - The Forgotten Memory

Gakupo's Thoughts . . .
When I first heard of my father's work, I was skeptical. A man who had left his wife and son to work on his research, I didn't want any part of it now that my mother was dead. He was a scientist who was working on memories. Government sponge was what I first thought of him when I met him.
We looked almost nothing alike. I had my mother's purple hair and slender features, I even had her eyes, which were a beautiful shade of blue-purple (it depends on my mood).
My father was a larger-built man with short black hair and brown eyes. Nothing really to look at, and he walked around in a t-shirt and chinos under a lab-coat all the time. And cowboy boots. They changed day to day in color, but it was always cowboy boots. So what of his genetic makeup did I actually get? Oh, yeah. That darned Y chromosome.
I say darned Y chromosome because I like my hair long. My mother always said it was too long for my own good, but I say it was a blessing. It let me get out of a lot of things I did with the girls at school. No, I didn't have sex with them, we just did things most would consider girly, like shopping. Never got why the guys in school didn't want to go shopping.
But, yeah, I didn't have all that good of an impression of my dad anyway before I met him, and the impression didn't go up much when I actually did meet him. If anything, it might have kinda gone down. But his assistant, he was cute.
Kaito Shion was a natural bluenette, in a very nice shade of cerulean blue, with eyes like a deep ocean, both in color and beauty. He was a student in the field of sciences, and was doing his internship with my father. His build was slender, like mine, and he was good looking, too. And intelligent. We got along fairly well, and somehow, through talking to each other and getting to know each other and my fathers work, we kinda became lovers. I'm not sure how, I wasn't even aware of being attracted to him, but we woke up naked in the same bed together a few times, and both of us vaguely remembered sleeping together, and that was how our relationship began.
... thoughts end.
Kaito kissed Gakupo as he tried to put his shirt on. "You know Dr. Kamui . . . will be looking . . . for us soon." he said between kisses.
"I know." Gakupo stopped the kisses and pouted. "Why do you keep working with him?"
Kaito paused. "It's for the patients." he finally said. "I know most of them are criminals, or have had terrible experiences, but . . ." He sighed and helped Gakupo up off the bed. "I feel I'd be abandoning them if I stopped. Besides, your father may be a bore, but this field of science isn't."
Gakupo snorted at the description of his father. He was more than a bore. The man took almost no interest in Gakupo, and barely spent any time with him, whether as a father or as a person. He was a jerk. It was one of the reasons he'd gone a pierced his ears. His father hadn't even noticed.
The two finished dressing and headed down to the loading dock. A few of the patients had died, so they were be pick up by the coroner's truck. It was Kaito's job to see to it the bodies were in the crates where they belonged. Gakupo just kinda followed him, since he didn't like being alone, and the facility was huge.
When they arrived, however, Dr. Kamui was standing there as well. "Ah, there you two are." He turned, showing a boy, maybe only fifteen or sixteen, standing beside him. The child was dirty, and crying. "This is Len Kagamine. He's our newest patient here."
"Why did you take a kid?" Gakupo asked.
"He's the only survivor of a car accident, and has traumatic memories from it. I took it upon myself to take him in and try to . . . improve the memory to a . . . less debilitating one."
Gakupo looked at Len. This was a pathetic child, apparently still fresh from the accident, and now doomed to be his father's guinea pig.
Len's thoughts . . .
The car crash had sent my mother flying through the window and my father face-first into the steering wheel. I'd been in the middle back seat, and had almost folded over from the impact. My back still hurts from the impact. There were two more crashes, one from the side and one from infront. The front one hit my mother, crushing her. The side one hit where my father was and flung me to the opposite side. My head hit the window. Blood was spattered over the car. I could hear screaming. I saw my father lying there, his bones protruding from his arms and chest like he'd been torn in half. I screamed.
People had heard me, even as I coughed and choked on the smoke, and had pulled me from the wreckage. My clothes were a mess. My head was spinning. Someone was talking. I started to cry as I was loaded into another car and driven away. Where was I going?
The building was huge, white, scary. I was taken out of the car and made to stand. Something was placed around my ankle, and I almost toppled over. A man came over and held me close to him, but not in a caring matter. It was cold and unfeeling.
I heard people come walking up behind us just after the car had left. The man had turned to face them and was saying something about memories. I started crying anew.
The man moved away from me, and I felt alone, but only for a moment. Another man, younger, walked over and put his hand on my shoulder. I looked at him. He had blue hair and eyes, and was smiling kindly at me. He took a hankerchief from his pocket and wiped away my tears, and the dirt from my face, all the while talking kindly to me. I couldn't understand what he was saying, there was a ringing in my ears, and suddely, my knees went weak. The man caught me and picked me up like I was a little child or a bride, and asked what room I should go to.
I felt dizzy, sick, and tired. Slowly, I closed my eyes, trying to chase away the horror of what had happened.
. . . thoughts end.
Kaito looked at the boy in his arms. "Looks like he's tired."
"Put him in room V-03." said Dr. Kamui. "The tests begin tomorrow."
Gakupo frowned at his father, making sure to flick his tongue and let the metal barbel inside click against his teeth. It was the only sound he knew his father hated, but Gakupo had been in a rebellious phase when he'd done it. He didn't regret it, since Kaito seemed to find the tongue ring attractive. Turning, he followed Kaito to where Len would be staying.
Kaito lay Len down on the bed and sat in the chair nearby. He sighed, brushing the dirty golden locks back out of the boy's face.
"Your thinking. What is it?" Gakupo asked.
"He's fairly young. I mean, this is the youngest person your father has ever had in his study lab. Things may not go the way he wants."
Gakupo looked Len over. The kid was petite, shorter than most his age, and thinner, too. The boy was wearing a loose white sailor-style shirt with black and gold on it and loose black shorts. There were black leg warmers with that, but something under the one warmer caught Gakupo's eye.
"What's this?" he asked, brushing the warmer up the leg a bit and showing something that looked like a metal and plastic anklet.
"Hmm? Oh, that's the patient tracker. It monitors where the patients are in the facility by tagging them when they pass through a doorway. I have a similar one on my arm, same as you."
Gakupo looked at his wrist. The band he wore looked similar to the one on Len's ankle, but there was less metal in it. "Looks a little different."
Kaito shrugged. "I don't put them together." He looked back at Len.
"Something bothering you?"
"Dr. Kamui said he was in an accident, but I don't see a hospital band on him." Kaito replied. "Even if it was taken off him before he got here, there would still be a mark or something."
"Like?"
"They always do blood work, especially on car-crash victims to determine their blood-type in case they need a transfusion. There's no mark on the kid of having the standard cotton-ball and tape covering from afterwards. He's also still filthy. The hospital would have asked him to shower while he was there."
Gakupo frowned. "So, my father picked him up straight from the crash?"
"Most likely." Kaito sighed again.
Len shifted, then sat up screaming. He kept screaming until Kaito held him close, trying to soothe his fears.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Kaito asked.
"Blood." Len whimpered, shivering. "Blood and smoke and bones and screeching and MAKE IT STOP!" He put his hands over his ears, closing his eyes and shaking his head viciously.
"Len! Len, it's alright." said Gakupo, pulling the boy's hands off his head and holding his arms down. "Len, look at me."
The blonde did, his eyes wide with fear.
"It's alright, Len." Gakupo said, trying to sound convincing. "Come on, you need to get cleaned up."
Len nodded, standing a little shakily.
"Something wrong?" Gakupo asked.
"My ankle hurts." Len replied, limping after him.
"You probably sprained it in the crash. I'll bandage it after your shower, alright?" Kaito offered.
"Thanks." Len followed to a large shower room, but tripped on the way in. He blushed rather cutely when he was caught by Kaito and found himself a little closer than he would have liked to the man's waist. Pushing himself up, he looked around. "Are you supposed to watch me or something?" he asked when Kaito made no motion to leave.
"I'm Dr. Kamui's assistant. It's my job to observe the patients when they come in. It's just to note bruises, scars, that kind of thing." He watched as Len pulled off his shirt. "My name is Kaito Shion."
"Len Kagamine, but I guess you already knew that." the boy said. His fingers traced over the stitched note on the collar of the shirt. He sighed.
"What is it?"
Len wondered if he should tell Kaito about his sister. "Does everything I say to you get referred back to Dr. Kamui?"
"Important things do have to be noted." Kaito replied.
"Is it alright if I keep my clothes?"
"I don't see why not. I can keep them in the locker for you. Most patient's things are thrown away, but I usually hold anything of major value in the patient lockers for when they're ready to leave."
"Thanks." Len turned away as he finished unclothing, and Kaito noticed a bruise forming along the boy's waist, where a seat-belt would have been. There was another on the kid's right shoulder and arm, like he'd slammed into a wall, and now that he looked, there were cuts as well on Len's face. The right ankle was bruising as well, but not the left where the band was.
Len tried to pull the band off.
"Can't do that, kid." Kaito said. "It's just a patient monitor, so don't pay it any mind."
"Ok." Len moved towards the shower and turned the water on fairly warm. He stood in the water for a long time, letting the heat relax his tense, sore muscles. He wondered if someone had told Rin he was there, but didn't voice it with Kaito. The last thing he wanted was for some stranger to know about her, since his sister was unbelievably cute.
Kaito sat off to the side and watched Len. The boy's behavior was similar to that of any other patient when they'd been brought: bewilderment, confusion, hesitant. But Len was also different. He seemed afraid that something was going to happen to him, or someone else. But, who? Dr. Kamui had said Len was alone, now.
"I'm finished." Len said softly.
"Here." Kaito handed him a towel. "Sit down, I'll take care of your ankle."
Len did, noting that while he'd been showering, his clothes had been taken. The only thing for him to dress in was a hospital gown. He sighed. Just what was going to happen to him?

`~`~`~`~O_O~`~`~`~`

Len swallowed as the little sticky probes were attached to his head. A few monitors were stuck to his chest and back, and he was sat in a metal chair. His fear was doubled as he was strapped into the chair with thick leather belts. In desperation, he looked around for Kaito.
"Just relax." snapped Dr. Kamui. "It'll be over faster if you do." He typed a few things into the console nearby.
Len leaned his head back against the cold metal and tried to calm his breathing. Out the corner of his eye, he spotted Kaito.
Kaito's thoughts . . .
Len's mannerisms weren't uncommon for someone undergoing the experiment for the first time. His thoughts were erratic, his heart was beating fast, and his breathing was quick and shallow. All the signs of someone panicking. So I stepped just slightly into his view, knowing that he might feel a little safer with the knowledge I was there.
It worked, and his readings returned to just above normal. Just before the experiment began.
I winced as I heard the screams. Len's high-pitched, horrified screams. I had known what this experiment was for; it was to try and re-write the accident as something a little less graphic so he wouldn't suffer nightmares. Still, the screams weren't normal.
All the patients scream the first time. A few scream the second time. But never any time after that. Usually it's just screams from the fear of the small electric shocks sent into the mind, but not Len's screams. These were more of pain and torment. Like he was actually hurting from this. It was all I could do not to shut off the experiment.
After ten minutes, and the screams starting to hit a higher and more painful pitch, I didn't care. I shut off the experiment. Almost instantly, the screams stopped and were replaced by sobs.
Dr. Kamui demanded to know why I'd interfered. I said that Len was still a child, we couldn't put him through the same intensity as that of an adult. I argued that because Len was smaller, younger, he couldn't be treated as roughly. The doctor agreed that my argument was sound and ordered Len to be removed from the chair.
The boy fell out once the straps came undone. He didn't move, just lay there, sobbing. I ran over to his side, turned him over, tried to help him.
Len just lay there like a rag-doll. His sobs stopped when he saw me, but his eyes, those pretty blue eyes of his, seemed faded slightly. Like something inside was broken. He lifted a hand and pawed at my face.
Dr. Kamui demanded to know if he remembered anything from when he was brought to the lab. Len replied he'd been in an accident, his mother was thrown from the window, he'd been thrown to the side of the car. There was no mention of his father, however. And he kept pawing at me the whole time.
I was ordered to take him back to his room and care for him. The next test wouldn't be for a few more days. So I carried him back to his room, the boy still pawing at me like I was something important. Just what was with him?
. . . thoughts end.
Len pawed at Kaito as he was put down in his bed. The boy's mobility was at least returning to some of him. Kaito really wasn't looking forward to having to take the kid to the bathroom all the time. It would have been embarassing for both parties.
"Len, what's wrong?" Kaito asked.
The boy put his hands on either side of Kaito's face and kissed him, deep and loving and passionate. He blinked at Kaito and whispered, "Lover?"
"What the . . ? What makes you think I'm your . . !" Kaito was cut off by another kiss. Len was pretty good at it, too. The way he nipped Kaito's lower lip slightly, making him gasp, and then managed to wind his tongue in, it was just amazing. And the sweet metal of his tongue ring . . ?
"Your tongue's pierced?" Kaito asked, pulling back.
Len nodded and stuck his tongue out. A pretty silver barbell graced the tip of his tongue. He grinned and kissed Kaito again.
Kaito just fell with the insticts. Kisses became passionate, and Len stripped Kaito of his shirt, kissing down his neck and nipping the flesh. His tongue traced over a nipple, and Kaito gasped. The feeling of the metal and muscle was amazing! Gasping as Len lightly sucked on the aroused flesh, he managed to get the hospital gown off the smaller.
Len rutted his hips against Kaito, pulling his lover (wasn't Kaito the one he loved?) over top of him. He kissed the other passionately on the lips again, raising his hips so their erections rubbed together.
Kaito smiled. The boy was so loving and beautiful. He stripped off his pants and boxers, letting his impressive length loose.
Len looked at it and licked his lips. He wanted that, inside him, and he wanted it now. "Put it in?" he whispered.
"But, Len . . ?"
"Please? I want it, now." he pouted cutely.
Kaito spit into his hand, slicking his huge organ, and pushed Len's legs up against his chest. That small puckered entrance looked at him, naturally hairless and winking with anticipation. Carefully, he pressed against the opening, surprised when the crown slid right past the ring of muscles with little resistance.
Len gasped. Kaito was big. He looked at the bluenette, a light blush creeping over his cheeks. "More." he gasped.
Kaito nodded and slowly pushed his length deeper into Len, watching as the entrance stretched beautifully to accommodate him. "Is this your first time?" he asked.
Len blinked a little. "I don't remember." he said softly. "You feel so wonderful. Fuck me, please?"
Kaito nodded and began to rock back and forth at a gentle pace, picking up speed a little in order to get Len to stop pouting at him. "Oh, Len. Your clenching on me."
"More. Harder. Oh, Kaito, please? More." Len gasped, trying to wind his arms around Kaito's neck. He crashed their lips together in a rather bruising kiss, a boulder forming in the pit of his stomach. "Kaito . . I -AH! - I think I'm . . . Ah! . . . I'm gonna . . ."
Kaito kissed him, then whispered, "Go ahead. I'm about to cum, too."
Len gasped. One, two, on the third thrust, he was cumming hard all over himself, and then Kaito was throbbing in his ass, filling him with that lovely warm white essence.
Kaito was breathing heavily as he withdrew, watching as Len blinked slowly at him. His eyes were looking heavy, and his chest was covered in his cream. Kaito leaned over and licked the essence off him.
"Well?" Len asked softly.
"What?" Kaito asked, finishing the little cleaning job.
"Do I taste good?"
Kaito smiled. "Yeah, you taste great." He leaned up and kissed Len again. "Rest, Len."
Len nodded and dozed off while Kaito dressed.
Gakupo was standing in the hallway when Kaito stepped out. "How's he doing?" he asked.
"Something happened." Kaito replied. "He was pawing me all the way back to the room, and . . ." He was cut off by Gakupo's kiss.
The purplette raised an eyebrow as he pulled back. "You taste salty."
Kaito swallowed. "Len. He asked me to . . . he called me his lover." He looked confused. "He kissed me, and . . . well . . ."
Gakupo placed a hand on Kaito's cheek, turning him to face him. "You did what was asked of you, right? I'm not jealous. Well, a little jealous, but nothing tonight can't handle."
Kaito smiled at Gakupo. "Found something out about him."
"What?"
"His tongue's pierced, like yours."
Gakupo clicked his pircing against his teeth. "Really?"
Kaito nodded. "For a kid who seemed kinda reserved yesterday, he was fairly forthright and eager today." He sighed, shaking his head. "I need to help with another experiment."
Gakupo gave Kaito a kiss. "Alright. I'll find you at lunch." He watched Kaito leave and sighed. Something didn't feel right.

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Len followed Kaito towards the experiment room. It had been three days since the last trial, and he really didn't want to go back into that chair. Still, he obeyed and sat down, letting the technicians attach the sticky probes to his head, chest, and back.
Kaito pinched Len's jaw, forcing the boy to open his mouth. He nodded, letting Len close it again. It was a good thing he'd told Gakupo about Len's piercing. The other had been able to give Len a plastic barbel to replace the metal one for during the tests.
"What were you doing, Kaito?" Dr. Kamui asked.
"Making sure there wasn't food or anything in his mouth, sir." Kaito replied. He noted Gakupo was there as well, and standing a bit closer to where Len would be able to see him.
"Very well."
Len looked over from his place on the seat. He wished he knew what they were doing to him, but Kaito had said he wasn't allowed to divulge that information, only tell him it was going to be alright. This, of course, had been right after Kaito had handed Len a diary and asked him to keep a daily record of anything he thought might be important.
Gakupo swallowed as he heard his father give the order to start the test. He winced when Len screamed.
"It's alright." said Kaito. "It's not uncommon for some of the patients to scream their second time in the chair."
Len kept screaming. His head hurt, like thousands of needles jabbing through his skull. His chest hurt, like his heart was beating way to fast. His lungs hurt, like they were filled with water. He felt something break in his mouth, and he coughed liquid.
Kaito slapped the emergency stop, halting the experiment. Before Dr. Kamui could say anything, he was running over to Len and unstrapping him from the chair.
Again, Len rag-dolled. He couldn't move, even if he wanted to. Everything hurt, and there was liquid in his throat that had to come up. He felt someone open his mouth, and more liquid came up. Everything was foggy, and he tried to get a hand up to the other person's face.
Kaito tore the monitors off Len and held him leaned forward over his arm, trying to get the blood out of Len's mouth. What had happened? He looked as something clattered to the floor. The plastic barbel. It had shattered in Len's mouth.
"What was the meaning of this?" demanded Dr. Kamui. He stormed over and grabbed Len by the hair. Just as the boy vomited flegm, bile, and blood all over him.
"I noticed him start coughing blood during the test." Kaito replied. "You told me if I noted anything wrong to shut off any experiment."
Dr. Kamui let Len go, stepping back from the messy puddle on the floor. "Gakupo!"
"I'm not cleaning it." the purplette returned. "That's what Gumi's for."
"Return him to his room." Dr. Kamui snapped. "Kaito, come with me. We have to note this in today's records."
Gakupo came and took Len from Kaito. "Come on, kid."
Len coughed a little more as he was carried back to his room.
Len's thoughts . . .
Who was it holding me? Kaito had me, but now I'd been passed to someone else. I turned my head to look, and saw it was the purple one, Gakupo. He's not bad, but I still wished it was Kaito. He put me to bed, but made me stay sitting up. Fishing into his pocket, he pulled out a black barbel that glittered slightly. I knew immediately that it was metal, and that he meant to put it in for me. Unable to really coordinate myself, I opened my mouth for him and stuck out my tongue.
As he put the new ring in, I heard a clicking noise. Once he finished, Gakupo had sighed. I pulled my tongue back into my mouth, trying to place where I'd heard that sound. As I did, I clicked my tongue against my teeth.
That sound! I looked at Gakupo and tried to grab his face. It couldn't be! That plastic ring, it just couldn't have.
Gakupo seemed to understand what my clumsy grab for his face meant, and he stuck his tongue out at me. There, gracing the tip of his tongue, was a inky purple barbel.
I grinned. It looked like there might be something the purplette and I had in common. Still, I could feel something burning inside me. A need, and one I wanted filled. I wanted Kaito.
. . . thoughts end.
Len sighed.
"Oh, I forgot." said Gakupo. "I'm supposed to ask you if you remember anything of what happened just before you came here."
Len thought a moment. "There was an accident. I got . . . bumped around. My ankle got hurt, and there were some bruises." He looked a little confused. "There was someone important that died there."
Gakupo nodded, taking notes. These would be needed by his father. Not that he cared for his father's research.
Len looked around. "Is Kaito coming to check on me?"
"I don't know. Why?"
Len looked downcast. "Oh. I was hoping for help with something."
Gakupo stood. "I'll let him know, alright." He stepped out of the room, only to see his father standing there, arms folded. "What do you want?"
"The notes, Gakupo."
"Here." Gakupo frowned. He looked around a moment, then walked off. He hated being around his father. Something just seemed weird about the guy. He left an icky feeling, like spiders and snakes crawling under your skin. Gakupo shuddered at the thought and went to look for Kaito.

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Kaito's thoughts . . .
It's been three weeks. Len's brought in for tests every three days. The first three times, he screamed, like he was in pain. So we lessened the voltage, and it worked. Len stopped screaming durring the experiments. He doesn't remember the car accident killed his parents. He says it was natural causes.
There are a few complications to Len's case, though. The first I've noticed is that, after the tests, he wants sex. With me. I'm not offended by it, and since I usually take him back to his room, I give him what he wants. Gakupo knows, and told me it was fine.
The other thing that's started to happen to Len is his taste in clothing. Dr. Kamui has permitted Len to wear actual clothes aside from during tests, but the boy is often deciding to wear dresses. Not plain ones, either, but fluffy pesant-style ones with high-cut skirt fronts and low sweeping backs. He also wears nylons and a garter. He looks quite cute, especially with the black bow that holds his hair back, but, why would Len dress like a girl?
I worry about Len's mental state, but Dr. Kamui says that he's fine, the tests are going well for Len. Still, if the boy has forgotten the accident, as he was supposed to, why are we still running the tests on him?
. . . thoughts end.
Kaito sighed. Len was supposed to be going for another test. Walking over, he knocked on the door before entering Len's room.
Len turned, the skirt fanning out around his skinny legs. "Kaito!" He ran over and wrapped his arms around the bluenette. "What is it, love?"
Kaito gently caressed Len's cheek. "It's test day."
Len frowned and let go of Kaito. "I have to wear the hospital gown?"
Kaito nodded. "I'll bring something for you to change into afterwards, alright?"
Len squeaked with happiness and picked out one of his favorites: a white skirt with a longer train behind it and a loose white top, all of it edged in black lace. With this were some high nylons and a garter, also black, and a black ribbon for in his hair. Turning to Kaito, he handed the other the clothes and slipped a kiss in with the delivery. Smiling cheekily, he turned and stripped from the dress he was currently in, making sure Kaito got a nice view of his ass before he put the hospital gown over.
Kaito placed the clothing articles into a paper bag and took Len's hand to walk him to the test room.
Len noticed that Dr. Kamui was there, but his son was not. Gakupo hadn't been looking well the past few days, so it wasn't much of a surprise.
Settling into the cold chair, Len let them attach the probes and monitors, then leaned back. He knew he'd be safe. Kaito never let anything really bad happen to him. Still, he looked around a moment to be sure Kaito was there.
Kaito stood off to the side, hands clasped behind him, or at least, that was how it looked to Len. In reality, he'd been handcuffed with his hands behind him, stuck to a metal pipe, in order to keep him from interfering with the tests.
Dr. Kamui began the test. Len shuddered slightly, but made no movement otherwise. His hand twitched a little, but stopped after a moment. The doctor smiled. This little pet project of his was working out nicely. Slowly, he upped the voltage until Len was starting to noticeably shake.
Kaito pulled at his shackles. He knew something was wrong, Len was shaking in the chair. But he was stuck. Kaito pulled again, and there was a popping sound. Oh, that hurt. But his hand slipped from the cuff, and he ran towards the console. Before Dr. Kamui knew what was happening, the test was halted.
"Your beginning to make me feel like I'm wasting my time, Kaito Shion."
"I won't let you hurt him just to try and speed the process. What are you still doing to him?"
"Removing any residual memory that still lurks in his mind. There are some records of nightmares that pertain to the crash." Dr. Kamui replied. He motioned for the other technician to undo Len's restraints and let the boy change. "Kaito, I need to have a word with you in my office."
As they walked away from the test area, Gakupo passed them, noticing that Kaito had dislocated his thumb in order to get out of the handcuffs. There was going to be a lot of cursing when that got put back into joint.
Len was just finishing changing when Gakupo reached the shower rooms. He turned, tilting his head slightly when he saw Gakupo.
"Is something wrong?" the taller man asked.
"Lover?" Len asked, reaching a hand up and touching Gakupo's face.
"Huh?" Gakupo blinked at Len. Wasn't the kid with Kaito?
"Are you . . . my lover?" Len asked. He blinked slowly, almost sleepily, at Gakupo, shading his eyes with his long lashes just the right way to look sexy.
"Come with me." said Gakupo, taking Len's hand. The boy willingly followed him back to his room, where he was tossed up on the bed. Gakupo flicked the lock closed and walked towards Len. If the boy wanted loving from him, he'd get it.
Len looked at Gakupo wonderingly at first, until his mouth was practically eaten with kisses. As he gasped, the purplette managed to slip his tongue in and click his ring against Len's. The blonde's response was to lightly suck on the muscle, but he was quickly gasping as Gakupo pinched his rosy nipples.
Gakupo changed tactics relatively quick, biting down on Len's collarbone and sucking on the flesh as he reached a hand down to between Len's skinny little legs. Ok, so the boy was wearing those, too. Good to know. Rather roughly, he squeezed the growing erection through the cotton covering.
Len gasped and moaned, even as the other lifted his shirt and bit one of his nipples, making him cry out. The pain was good, it made him get harder, and he liked it. Looking at Gakupo, he whispered "Fuck me."
Gakupo wasn't going to argue. He flipped Len over onto his front and literally tore the cloth from his nether-regions. Quickly slipping his pants and underwear to his knees, Gakupo spit in his hand and slicked his dick, all the while pinching and rubbing Len's little pecker. Leaning over the kid's back, Gakupo thrust, pushing himself into Len in one move.
The moans were exquisite, similar to the whimpers Kaito would give when he mounted him. Biting down on Len's shoulder, Gakupo began his vigorous, hip-bruising thrusts, his one hand digging it's purple-painted nails into the boy's thigh.
Len moaned. The pain, the loving, the biting, it all felt so good. He turned his head and tried to get a hand up to Gakupo's face for a kiss. The other seemed to understand and kissed his bloody lips, still thumping into him harder than ever.
"I . . . gonna cum . . ." Len whimpered.
Gakupo grabbed Len's little prick and began to stroke it. "Then cum."
A few more thrusts, and Len was screaming in both pain and ecstasy as Gakupo bit down hard on the back of Len's collarbone. Two or three thrusts after that and Gakupo was grunting, pulling Len's body tighter and closer as he erupted inside the boy. Almost as soon as he pulled out, Len dropped to the bed, breathing heavily.
Gakupo tried to calm his breathing, but it was hard. Len looked so cute in that outfit, even if the ribbon was undone. Leaning over, he gently kissed the blonde before licking the trail of essence off the boy's wrist. Taking the torn panties (yes, Len had been wearing a pair), Gakupo wiped the rest of the cum off the bed before discarding the garment.
He looked over at the boy when he heart a light snore. Pulling his own clothes up over his bottom, Gakupo unlocked the door and stepped out into the hallway. He'd just rounded the corner when Kaito came down the opposite end of the hall to check up on Len.
"Poor kid." Kaito muttered. He knocked on the door, then stepped in. "Len, I . . ." The words died on his lips when he saw the bruises forming along the boy's collarbone, the nailmarks in his hip and thigh, the bloody lips. He knew those kinds of marks, especially as his hand wandered up to his own neck, where a bite mark was just fading. This was Gakupo's handiwork.
Turning, Kaito left the room, unaware that Len had seen him come in and then leave.
He found Gakupo near the lunchroom, ready to give the snack machine a good kick. "Why did you do it?" he asked.
"Hmm? Do what?" Gakupo returned, kicking the machine and knocking his paid snack out of it's confines. He bent down and retrieved the chocolate bar.
"Len. Why'd you fuck him?"
Gakupo looked at him as he chewed on the chocolate and graham-cracker treat. "He asked for it. When I saw him in the shower room dressing, he asked me if I was his lover. I just . . . I didn't think."
Kaito sighed. "Come on. I need to blow off some steam." He grabbed Gakupo's arm and dragged him into the nearest men's washroom. However, his plans were halted when he noticed a particular blonde standing there, head tilted, looking at them like he was lost.
"Len? What are you doing here?" asked Gakupo.
Len smiled at them and gave first Kaito a kiss, then Gakupo. "More loving?" he asked. "Both lovers, right?"
Kaito tilted Len's face up to look at him. Those eyes, once full of life, seemed to look empty and wanting. It was almost as if a part of Len had been taken away from him.
Len leaned up on his toes and closed the gap between him and Kaito. "Love?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.
Gakupo picked Len up and rested the boy on the counter, biting his ear as he did so. The pair had come in for sex.
"Gakupo . . ?" Kaito asked.
"We did come here for sex, right?" Gakupo asked. "Len wants some. Why don't we give it to him?"
Kaito sighed. Len was looking longingly at him, a hand reached out invitingly, so he took it. This little bit of forbidden love wasn't going to hurt anyone, would it?
Gakupo's thoughts . . .
Len seemed delighted when Kaito stepped closer to him, giving him a somewhat more passionate kiss than I had. Still, I nibbled on the boy's ear and neck, biting a bit harder when I reached the crook where neck met shoulder. Turning, I gave Kaito a nibble, too. It wouldn't do to leave him out of the fun as well. His ear was particularly reachable, and I gave a bit of a tug with my teeth.
Kaito moaned sweetly, turning so as to pull his ear from my teeth and give me a kiss. I kissed him back, only half-noticing the smaller hands undoing my belt and pants. I knew it was Len, and the second clattering of metal and shuffling of clothes was Kaito's clothing. Then, that warmth. That sweet, small warmth that glided back and forth on my huge member (well, it felt that way, what with all the blood coursing through it). Letting Kaito trail kisses down my jaw and neck, I grunted, reaching down to try and get Len to suck off Kaito as well.
The boy did, and soon Kaito was the one moaning while I trailed little bites down his neck. The feeling was good, but I wanted more. I wanted to fuck something.
. . . thoughts end.
Gakupo whispered something into Kaito's ear. Both young men were hot and horny, so it wasn't much of a surprise that Kaito agreed with the idea. Lifting Len to cling to his person, Gakupo pulled Kaito closer so their dicks were rubbing against each other. Len whimpered slightly at the pressure on his ass, but his body didn't complain or resist. Both dicks slid into him without a problem, and Len moaned.
Kaito shut him up by kissing him. Both males began to give Len sloppy kisses, often three-way, as they fucked the little blonde. Len's moans became pleas for them to fuck him faster, harder, and he dug his fingers into Gakupo's neck and back as he tried to hold himself up. A sharp gasp was all he could give just before he creamed himself across the underside of his skirt.
The tightness was too much, and Kaito and Gakupo cummed deep inside Len. The boy moaned lustily, then rag-dolled. He was tiring out quickly. Kaito carefully took the boy as they pulled out of his ass, holding him like a tiny bride.
Aware that Kaito couldn't get his pants up, Gakupo smiled and did up his own before taking Len and letting Kaito dress.
"Let's get him back to his room." said Kaito. "Lunch is almost over."
Gakupo gave him a kiss. "Come on."

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Len's thoughts . . .
I feel strange. Things keep getting fuzzier. My name. Who am I? The blue one calls me Len. The purple one calls me Kagamine. Kagamine Len? It feels right, but I still wonder about things. I've been asked to write things in a journal, but pages are missing. It's like I'm always writing in the first page. Things I remember . . . remember . . .
Dresses, light and frilly. There was someone with me. I had . . . what did I have? Did I have a family? My parents. What did they look like? Just what is happening to me?!
. . . thoughts end.
Len looked up at Kaito as the other walked into the room.
"Writing in your journal?" Kaito asked.
Len tilted his head. "Who am I?" he asked. "What am I?"
Kaito blinked. "Your Len." he replied.
Len frowned, his eyes beginning to well up with tears. "But what am I? Was I girl before, like you?"
Kaito backed up, bumping into Gakupo. "What do you mean?"
"When I came here, you were a girl." Len looked flustered and confused. "Weren't you?"
Kaito swallowed and touched Len's face. He'd known something was up when Dr. Kamui had changed the frequency of Len's tests. The boy's memory was changing, being re-written. "No, I was never a girl."
Len's lower lip trembled, and tears spilled over. "Why do I remember you as a girl, then? Who's the girl I see in my dreams?"
Gakupo looked at Kaito. "There's something I need to talk to you about."
Kaito looked over at Gakupo. "What is it?"
Gakupo looked over at Len, then back to Kaito. "Len's being rewritten. I found my father's files on him. Len wasn't here to rewrite the accident. He was here to be rewritten as a sex toy. And we fell into the trap."
"What?" Kaito asked.
"We're being experimented on, too." Gakupo held up the files. "We have to get Len out of here, now."
Kaito nodded. "I'll try to get him out." He put a hand on Gakupo's shoulder. "Burn your dad's records on us, ok? I'll see you on the outside."
Gakupo nodded and headed for the office. He had to get rid of those records. Running along the halls, Gakupo flipped the unlock switches on the doors of the patient cells. If he was going to get rid of the place, he might as well give the patients the ability to escape.
Behind him, Kaito took Len's hand and led him towards the loading dock. Len stumbled and tripped, trying to keep up.
"Kaito." Len stopped as they got close to the door. His tiny hand slipped through Kaito's fingers, and he stood there, frightened.
"Come on, Len. I'll be right here for you, alright?" Kaito held his hand out to Len. "Come on."
Len swallowed and reached a hand out. Why should he distrust Kaito and Gakupo, the only two consistencies in his life? Tentatively, he took the other's hand and stepped out of the building.
There was a beep from the device on Len's ankle, making the boy look down. "It's blinking." he said, then looked up at Kaito.
Kaito looked down, just as the blinking stopped.

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The office was empty when Gakupo got there. Taking out his lighter, Gakupo grabbed the files that were there about Len and lit them aflame. There was a sound outside, and the office rocked slightly.
"What are you doing here, Gakupo?"
The purplette turned. "You can't have Len." he said. "I know what you've been doing to him, and this has to stop."
"Does it, now? I've made the perfect lover, an obedient little plaything, and don't deny that you didn't enjoy him." said Dr. Kamui. "And Kaito, too."
"Leave us alone." said Gakupo.
"Afraid I can't do that. You and Kaito were perfect trial tests." Dr. Kamui pulled out a scalpel. "You're gonna have to stay, like a good boy, Gakupo." He swung the scalpel at his son, cutting the youth's face.
Gakupo touched the injury and looked at the blood on his fingers, frowning. "That wasn't nice." he said, still looking at his hand.
"Do you know what you've destroyed?!" Dr. Kamui shouted, swinging the blade over and over at Gakupo. "I've worked my life at memory manipulation! And you destroyed my perfect specimen!"
Gakupo tried to deflect the swings, taking cuts and slashes to his arms and hands. He also managed to land a few punches on his father, and eventually managed to catch the hand that had the scalpel. Twisting, Gakupo managed to get the weapon from his father. "You won't make anyone else go through this, got it?"
But the doctor had another trick up his sleeve, literally. He drew a knife from his other sleeve and stabbed Gakupo in the chest. "You don't get to make demands of me, boy!"
There was only one thing to do: Gakupo was forced to plunge the scalpel he had in hand into his father's chest, right in the heart. Otherwise, the knife in his own would continue it's cutting motion downwards and into his own heart.
Standing, holding his hand over the wound and knife in his chest, Gakupo broke one of his lighters and poured the fluid over his father's body. Then, taking a page from the file on himself and Kaito, he lit the page with his other lighter and dropped the sheet on his father's corpse. Then, staggering, he made his way out of the lab, letting the hellish abomination burn behind him.

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The hospital staff worked quickly to care for the wound in Gakupo's shoulder. It was quick surgery, and he was allowed to walk almost immediately afterwards, but his arm was in a sling. As he walked down the hallway, he noticed Kaito standing outside a room.
"Kaito, why are you here?"
"It's Len." Kaito replied. He looked at his friend and lover. "The thing on his ankle."
"Yeah?"
"It was a bomb." Kaito replied, looking sick. "It blew a few seconds after I got Len outside. He was knocked unconscious. I . . . went back inside and got a blanket to wrap him in before I brought him here. They brought him out of surgery about an hour ago, but I'm not allowed in yet."
Just then, a nurse stepped outside the room. "He's alright, now. You can come in."
Kaito and Gakupo both stepped into the room, expecting the worst. They got more than they expected.
Len was lying in the bed in a drug-induced sleep, IVs running into his arm, and an oxygen mask over his face. His pale face didn't look peaceful, nor did it look frightened. It was unnerving.
But what unnerved them was the person sitting next to Len. The person was dressed in a plain jacket over a white t-shirt and jeans, wearing yellow sneakers. Golden-yellow hair swept at the person's shoulders, and a simple alice-band traced a white line through the hair, the only real sign showing that this person was a girl.
The girl looked up at them and smiled, an action that sent a pain through Kaito and Gakupo. It looked so much like the innocent smiles Len would always give them.
"Excuse me, but who are you two?" the girl asked.
"I'm Kaito Shion."
And I'm Gakupo." He didn't dare give his last name, out of fear that he would be connected to the man who ruined Len's life. "Who are you, miss?"
"I'm Rin Kagamine. What connection do you two have with Len?"
Kaito swallowed. "Nothing." he replied. "We just happened to be the ones who found him outside the memory lab."
Rin nodded. "Thank you for getting him here so fast. The doctor said he would have been in a lot more trouble if you hadn't found him and run here."
"Will he be alright?" Gakupo asked.
Rin looked at her brother. "It'll be difficult for him, now, but I think we'll manage. He'll never walk again, though. His legs bellow the knees are gone."
Kaito nodded. "You do know that because he was found at that memory lab there may have been things done to his mind, right?"
"It doesn't matter. Even if he's forgotten me, we can always make new memories." Rin replied.
Gakupo touched Kaito's shoulder. "We'd better go."
"Thank you again for helping him." Rin called after them.
Gakupo stopped a doctor on his way out. "Excuse me, about the patient in room 1022."
"Mr. Kagamine? What about him?"
"I'd like to make an anonymous gift for him, seeing as how he's young and has his whole life ahead of him." Gakupo replied.

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Len teetered a little as he walked along the waterfront with Rin. A year had passed since the explosion, and while it was awkward, he was walking on two very human-like artificial legs. Turning, Len looked out over the water as the sun set. The wind catches his hair, which was tied back with a black ribbon.
Len's thoughts . . .
I miss them. I don't remember who, but two people that were very dear to me have vanished from my life. I know they were there, but who were they? What did they look like? Where are they now? These answers I can't find, but I hold close to my heart the fact that they were kind to me.
But Rin has been helpful, trying to get me to remember a few things that we used to do. Things that seem strange to me, though. I can't seem to remember our parents, though she does. I only remember what might seem trivial. But at least their memories. She is kind, and it's all I could really ask for is for her kindness.
. . . thoughts end.
Len's eyes look lost and forlorn, as if he's trying to capture a distant image, a fleeting feeling, or a faint scent.
Rin walked over and gently took his hand. "It's alright, Len."
He looked back at her and smiled, knowing that she is trying to make him not worry.
Further away, Kaito and Gakupo watch the pair from a car. The two know they could help Len remember them, but it may also dredge up painful memories of the lab. And so it is for the best that they remain Len's anonymous benefactors.