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"She shouldn't have gone back," Mikuo said in a low voice. Taito lifted his head and turned it to listen to his friend. It was another day of going from store to store, standing on street corners to hand out flyers, knocking on strangers' doors. Another day wasted, another fruitless search. "Going back for a picture, how stupid can you get? Like a picture is worth losing someone over? Why does Rin have to be so stubborn?"
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"I don't know what else I'm supposed to do," Mikuo quieted down, his face making a pained expression, his teeth clenching. "This is so fucked up. Every minute I waste out here on the street, all I can think of is, is she still alive? Is she still even alive?
"I don't even care if her Master hurt her. I don't care, I... just... want her back. I... I never visited her as much as I should have. Why didn't I spend time with her more? Why didn't I... why didn't I ever tell her that I liked her? I just... if I see her, if I talk to her again, I won't ever, ever be afraid to say it to her, again. I won't worry about anything, I won't ask for anything. I just want her back, Taito."
Mikuo felt tears raising up hot in his eyes and angrily tried to push the shameful feeling away. He bowed his head and tried to hide his face with his hair as he tried to choke back his hopeless, helpless rage. The teal-haired male Vocaloid swallowed hard against the lump in his throat, and looked back up, his face full of strong, renewed determination and repressed agony.
Taito watched, a mask of pure, unexpressionless stone on his own face. It was actually impressive, how the teal-haired Vocaloid male had been keeping it together for so long, doing anything and everything he could think of, in order to help his missing friend. Taito would never tell Mikuo how much he admired his spirit in that moment.
"Let's just... try the corner shop, one more time." Mikuo's voice was quiet, but refusing to be defeated. Taito nodded.
"...Yeah. It can't hurt."
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"I drew the bath water, Master!" Piko's exuberant, high-pitched voice was accompanied by a shining smile as he announced to Master. Master looked over at his new Vocaloid and smiled back. This new model was far superior to Rin, in so many ways. Master picked up his water glass, taking another sip, as he strolled after Piko to take his daily bath.
Piko had placed his clean, fresh clothes in a neat pile on the bathroom counter near the sink. The water in the tub waved back and forth slightly. Master glanced in and touched the water temperature to check that it was warm enough. Master's eyes took in the slight blue tinge of the bath water, and he allowed his mind to drift a little bit.
Blue, like Kaito's eyes. Kaito's eyes... Kaito, who belonged to him. Kaito, who had run away from him. Kaito, who he loved more than anyone. Kaito, who he would get back, no matter what it took. He would get Kaito back, and do anything and everything to make sure that the lovely blue-haired Vocaloid could never go against Master again. To make sure Kaito would be his, together with his Master, forever.
Blue was also the color of Rin's eyes. The blonde female Vocaloid who had stolen his Kaito from him. Who refused to tell her Master, to whom she owed everything, where she had hidden the lovely bluenette. Master's face twitched and his hand clenched, and suddenly the glass shattered violently outwards, bits of water and glass spraying outwards.
"Ahh!" Piko cried out, slapping his small hand to his cheek as a shard of glass hit against him, drawing blood and leaving a cut. Master glanced up, coming back to his senses, and pulled Piko's hand away.
"Let me see it," Master commanded, and Piko's eyes, which were filled with pain, watched him as Master touched against the injury on Piko's face. A small amount of crimson blood stained Master's fingers as he touched the skin there.
Piko's face was soft, so soft. Master stopped paying attention to the injury, and instead paid attention to the feeling of the skin underneath his fingertips. Just as soft as Kaito's.
"Your skin is so soft, Kaito," Master whispered to himself, wrapped up in his memories as he continued to stroke Piko's face. Piko was wincing at the continued touches against his injury, and he looked confused at Master as Master addressed him by the wrong name.
"Kaito... You shouldn't have run away from me," Master continued to whisper, and his eyes looked strange, a little glazed over. Piko felt greater misgivings, and tried to pull away.
Master snarled suddenly as Piko moved away from him. "YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE RUN AWAY FROM ME!" Master screamed into Piko's face, grabbing the small child Vocaloid male and shaking him violently. Piko cried out in fear.
"I didn't!" Piko squeaked out in alarm, his eyes huge as he watched the rage on Master's face. Master didn't even hear him, he was too angry.
"I told you you were mine, you didn't listen to me. You are such a bad little Vocaloid, Kaito. You need to be reminded again of who you belong to," Master hissed down at Piko, not seeing the white-haired child, but instead seeing soft blue hair, round blue eyes, a soft, pink pair of lips that opened and cried out,
"I'm sorry Master, I'm sorry!" Piko started to cry; what was going on?
"I love you, Kaito. You belong only to me. All you have to do is please your Master. All you have to do is give me your everything. Every last thing that you have. Every last thing that you are. Belong to me completely, and I will take care of you forever. That's not too much to ask, is it?" Master spoke in a quiet, almost crooning tone that sent shivers up Piko's terrified backside.
"I'm Piko. Master, I'm Piko! Please!" Piko begged, tried to wrench away again, but Master had held him too tightly. Piko's eyes widened even further as Master gripped his pants with one hand and wrenched violently, ripping the fabric painfully away from Piko's skin. "No! Master, no!"
Master grabbed Piko by one shoulder, bruising the delicate, fair-skinned child with the force of his grip, and turned him over. Piko shrieked as he felt Master's other hand probing ungently against his asshole, then forcing itself violently inside.
"Shut up! You belong to me! Don't you dare tell me no, Kaito!" Master's rage was palpable and his insanity was in full force. He didn't see the sobbing child in front of him. All he saw, all he heard, was Kaito. Kaito, Kaito.
"I'm Piko! I'm Piko! Master, please stop!" Piko shrieked over and over, again and again. Master's violent finger was drawing blood from Piko's entrance, and the fluid dripped down Piko's legs in red lines. Master added another finger roughly, and a sudden smile alighted his features.
Master moved his hand from Piko's shoulder to the back of the slight boy's neck, holding him hard, in place. Piko screamed and cried as Master forcefully moved his fingers inside and outside of Piko's body, tried to squirm away, but was held firmly in place.
"You're mine, Kaito. You're mine," Master chanted religiously, removing his fingers and aligning his hardened manhood against Piko's hole. "Tell me, Kaito. Tell me. Tell me you're mine. Tell me you love me. Tell me, 'I love Master.'"
Piko screamed. Master shoved roughly inside, oblivious to the child Vocaloid's agony and terror. Tears streamed down Piko's face and his eyes bulged out as Master began to fuck his tiny body in earnest.
"You're mine. Kaito. Kaito. I love you. Tell me. Tell me. TELL ME!" Master suddenly yelled into Piko's ear, shaking the young boy by the neck and grabbing his throat with his other hand, still fucking the child forcefully. Blood ran down the front of Master's thighs and the backs of Piko's as Master choked the Vocaloid male.
Piko uttered a garbled scream as further bruises formed and Master choked off his air supply. His body flailed, his weak fingers scrabbling against Master's forceful hold on his throat. Master groaned at the movement of his small body, the contractions of fear that he felt inside of Piko's asshole.
Master moved the hand from Piko's throat, grabbing the boy by his hair, and moving his other hand to grab Piko's hip, to be able to push in even better, even stronger. Piko choked, coughed, and screamed, gasped, screamed, howled.
"Kaito! Kaito!" Master yelled out, feeling a rush of sensation from his balls clenching up into his body. He pulled Piko's head back by the hair, and leaned forward to sink his teeth deeply into the white-haired Vocaloid's small shoulder, elicting yet another agonized, high-pitched scream.
"I'm Piko! I'm Piko!" Piko screamed nonsensically, drool running from his mouth from shock and terror and agony. "I'm Piko!"
"Uggghn!" Master groaned long and low, his violent pace and the sheer tightness of the Vocaloid's body around him too much for him. He felt a hot rush of pleasure as his balls contracted up again, hard up into his body, and shot a deep spray of white, thick come into the nether regions of Piko's bowels.
Master pulled out, panting lightly, and releasing his hold on the small child to drop him bonelessly onto the floor. Piko curled up and sobbed brokenly. Master smiled.
"I'm... I'm Piko. I'm Piko!" Piko kept crying out as he sobbed wetly, his voice choking up in his throat. "Master, I'm Piko!"
Master's smile faded away, as his fantasy evaporated and his eyes focused on the fact that it wasn't a certain blue-haired head that lay in front of him, defeated and conquered, but a smaller, white-haired head. Master frowned deeply, his anger returning.
"This is your fault, Rin," Master said softly into the room and he knelt next to Piko, grabbing the child's face and forcing his tear-stained, terrified eyes to look back up at Master's eyes.
"This is /your/ fault, Rin," Master uttered once again, and Piko stared back, silently. His tiny body was shaking from fear, stress, and pain.
"That eggplant hair man was right," Piko cried out suddenly, his face scrunching up as he howled. "I should have gone with him, I should have listened! You hurt me, Master!"
Master's eyes darkened and widened in surprise. His voice was very quiet, "Do you mean Gakupo? What did he say about me to you, Piko?"
Piko's eyes got very wide and he shook his head, clamping his mouth shut again.
"Did... he try to take you away, from me, Piko? Did he say something bad about me?" Master continued to ask quietly. Piko's eyes trembled, and after a moment, the small boy nodded his head. Master's eyes closed slightly and darkened even further, but a small smile erupted on his face. "I see... so that's how it is..." Master's smile grew as he put the pieces of the puzzle together.
"Why don't I take the bath with you, Piko?" Master offered kindly after a moment, and released his grip on the Vocaloid child's jaw. "We can clean you up, and then you can have a nice glass of milk before you go to sleep." Master stared at Piko out of the corner of his eye and smiled again. "You want to sleep with Master, don't you, Piko? You love Master... don't you? You're not like those bad Vocaloids, who try to run away from me. Are you?"
The question was quiet but deadly. Piko's eyes widened and he trembled in fear. "N-no. Y-yes, Master," Piko said in a high-pitched, frightened voice. "I... I love you, Master."
Master smiled back in satisfaction. "That's right. Of course you do."
Master helped Piko get to his feet. The small Vocaloid male doubled over in pain, holding his stomach and crying. Master picked him up bodily, and dumped him in the tub. The sensation of the warm water suddenly shocked Piko. Master climbing in after Piko to the tub left the child nowhere else left to go.
"You're a good boy, Piko," Master whispered approvingly, and stroked the white-haired Vocaloid's head gently with his large, adult-sized hand. His mind was on his plans for the first thing tomorrow morning.
Piko shuddered.