Author's Notes: Hey there! Leon again, here with the promised REVAMP of one of those most un-seriously named fanfictions I have ever written! I started this fanfiction as a naive writer, not sure of how to show this thing or that, but I was incredibly proud of the storyline this takes place in, so, as a way to show my appreciation to those who followed me when I was Yukiko-chama, here it is, the new-and-improved version!

For those who do not know or are new here, this is a Kaito x Len fanfiction taking place in a setting based on Shotarella and The Daughter of Evil Saga, with hints of other Vocaloid songs. It will contain NSFW scenes later, so be warned.

Happy reading!

The bare, scraped soles of Len's bare feet began to bleed against the rough pavement as he fled further into the darkened alleyway. His poorly-tied blond ponytail bobbed vigorously with every hard step, but even his loose bangs were unable to hide the tears that flooded his frightened blue eyes, leaving clear streaks through the dirt on his face. A sharp corner met him, and his side slammed against the ragged stone as he stumbled and turned, scraping his skin and ripping at the already-tattered rags of his clothes. A yelp of pain mixed in with his sobs, but he continued sprinting. It was his only choice...

The alleyway came to a dead end, and Len collapsed before the wall that sadistically stood in his way, letting out a loud sob and gasping for breath. No! No, no, no, no -

"We've got you now, little kitten," a harsh voice called from behind him.

Turning and staring fearfully at the three men who now began to corner him, Len scrambled back against the wall, his eyes filled with despair.

"P-please... No..." his breaking voice pleaded. One of the men, supposedly the leader, stepped forward, nonchalantly flipping his purple ponytail off his shoulder and unfastening the button of his pants.

"Now, now," he murmured, a cruel smirk playing at his lips. "Be a good little kitten for us, and we promise you'll get some milk..."The other two men immediately pounced on Len and held his thrashing limbs down as the leader tore his pitiful rags from him.

Len screamed, but he knew his cries were in vain. No one would come to save him; only Servants like him were foolish enough to navigate alleyways, but there were none in this country.

His place of origin was the Golden Kingdom, under the rule of the tyrant Princess Rin, but under a false charge, he fled to the safety of the forgiving Emerald Kingdom. However, the country was soon set ablaze and the kind Princess Miku murdered, supposedly by Rin, and amongst the chaos, he had snuck onto a boat and was shipped to the Cerulean Kingdom... And now, on top of being chased out of two countries and illegally hiding in this one, Len was on the verge of getting raped, and likely sold into slavery.

Yet another pathetic accident from the Golden Kingdom...

"Alright, Gakupo, call off your men. You don't want to end up in exile, do you?" A soft voice broke Len's train of thought, and he opened his eyes cautiously as the rough hands were lifted from his bare skin.

"You have no right to take away the necessity of my trade," the leader, who Len assumed as Gakupo, snarled at the unseen figure who had spoken. A sound of jingling coins reached his ears, and through his tears he could see a small leather satchel in Gakupo's hands.

"This should be enough coin," the unidentified voice continued. "I shall take care of the boy myself. Now go."

"...My apologies, my lord," Gakupo said sarcastically, muttering a curse beneath his breath as he and his men took their leave. Len filled with joy at the sight of the backs of his assailants, and he turned to give his thanks to his savior.

A blue-haired gentleman stood over him, his kind brown eyes a perfect match with his warm smile. Len immediately knew this man was a noble, as his elegant outfit and muffler reflected the colors of Cerulean royalty, pleasant shades of blue and white. He stretched a hand out to the small boy he had just saved, offering him his help.

"Are you alright?" he asked. Len couldn't help but blink in surprise; dare this noble speak to such a lowly being as himself with the chance of ruining his own status? He struggled to find the words to reply, not wanting to be rude.

"Y-yes, thank you, Nii-cha…" He quickly shut his mouth and flushed with embarrassment, mentally cursing himself for his foolishness. Calling others as siblings was common amongst Servants, but this was someone of nobility! It didn't help that he had called a high-class stranger a brother while naked, either. He scrambled to find some remains of the rags Gakupo had ripped off of him, but froze when he heard the noble's laughter.

"'Nii-chan'? How kind you are to speak to a stranger so fondly! Do tell me, what is your name?"

"Len, s-sir," Len answered hesitantly, still stunned by the noble's friendly behavior.

"Well then, Len, why don't you come with me? I can give you some clothes, and maybe buy you a drink or two. Then, perhaps, you can explain why you chose to stroll in such a dangerous place, hm?" Before Len could reply, the man helped him up, pulling a spare shirt from his bag onto the small boy.

Len admired the clothes silently. They seemed plain compared to the finery of the noble, but the fabric was far nicer than Len had ever had the chance to wear, the soft cloth comforting his rough skin. It was rather large on his slender figure, however, reaching just above his knees, but the noble tied a belt around his waist, giving it a cozier feel.

"Much better," the tall male commented, smiling approvingly. "At least compared to what you had." Len prepared to thank him, but hesitated a moment, checking his language as to not offend the man who had helped him so much.

"P-please, may I ask your name, kind sir, as so I c-can thank you properly?" Len asked, struggling to sound proper.

"Ah! How rude of me to not give you my name before!" He smiled apologetically. "My name is Kaito, but if it suits you, you may call me Kaito-nii-chan." He winked playfully, but Len immediately began to panic at his previous rudeness being brought up.

"I couldn't!" he protested. "That… that man - he called you a Lord!"

"I'm not a Lord." Kaito said gently.

"Oh." Len sighed in relief.

"That was intended as an insult towards me. I'm actually the Prince of this Kingdom."

Len barely kept himself from dry-heaving. It had been quite some time since he had eaten a decent meal, and on top of that, he'd nearly gotten violated and had now possibly offended a prince who could have him beheaded with the snap of his fingers. His stomach did not agree with this level of trauma.

"Oh, G-God…" Len croaked out. "Please forgive me, Your Highness…"

"Think nothing of it." Kaito dismissed the offense with a simple wave of his hand. "And don't worry, just call me Kaito. Come this way, Len." Still in shock of what all had happened, Len vacantly followed the prince out of the alleyway, snapping back to reality as his crystal eyes landed on the awaiting carriage and its female attendants. The first was a pink-haired woman with stern yet gentle blue eyes. Her white gown melted perfectly into her shapely figure, and swayed as she opened the carriage door and retook her idle position. The other struck Len as oddly familiar. She was considerably younger and less shapely than the other, but she still carried her own beauty. She had short, teal-colored hair and somber brown eyes that seemed to pull the Servant in like a sandpit of despair. She wore the same white dress, but hers fit her a lot less well. Len struggled to figure out where he recognized her from, but only when he noticed the singe marks on the edges of her hair did he realize. Of course. Her long hair had been burned away, but she was still…

"Princess Mik-?!" Kaito clapped his hand very quickly over Len's mouth. A frightened look entered the ex-princess's eyes, and she ran off to tend to the horses.

"Welcome back, Prince Kaito," the other woman said, as if her partner had not just run off and as if the little blond boy were not standing there.

"Fetch Miku and bring us to Miss Haku's pub," Kaito ordered. The woman nodded and quickly went to obey her task, and the prince helped Len into the seat beside him, giving him a questioning look.

"You know Miku?" he asked curiously.

"Y-yeah, I was… visiting the Emerald Kingdom for a short time before I arrived here," Len said, still surprised that he had seen the supposedly-dead princess.

"Ah, I see." Kaito nodded. "I'm guessing you had to leave when the fires started? I mean, everyone knows it was a sabotage done by the Golden Kingdom. Well, that tyrant princess, anyway."

"Ye- wait… You know I'm from the Golden Kingdom…?" Len's heart sank nervously. The prince could easily have him sent back, and if he did, he'd surely be killed…

"You're a Servant, are you not? That's what Rin calls the peasants in her Kingdom. I guessed it from your rags." Kaito sighed. "Too bad I'm engaged to her." Len said nothing, afraid to pry. Besides, Kaito had figured out too much about him already…

They rode in silence until the sound of horses' hooves came to a halt, and the former Emerald Princess opened the door for them.

"Thank you," Len whispered to Miku as Kaito helped him out. She avoided his eyes, but nodded silently.

"Come, Len. The drinks are on me." Len nodded, hesitantly taking the hand Kaito offered to him. His hand was quite a bit smaller than the older Prince's, and the warm feeling gave him an odd comfort as he shyly tailed Kaito into the worn-out pub in front of them.

At first the bar seemed completely empty, but when Kaito whistled, a woman popped out from behind the main counter, a wide grin on her face.

"Kaito-dearie! It's been a while!" she exclaimed, waving them over. Kaito took his seat on one of the worn red stools, and Len sat beside him, looking around curiously. The entire place was rather run-down and poorly kept up to the point that the prince beside him looked even more regal in comparison. Even the barkeep seemed like an unlikely match for Kaito, and Len couldn't help but wonder how they might have met.

The woman was rather young, but the dark lines under her eyes made her seem quite a bit older. Her silver hair was tied back in a black bow, matching her low-cut dress that was obviously low-quality despite the lace that accented it. Her deep red eyes carried this odd sleepiness that didn't fade even with her eager conversation.

"Slow business today, Haku?" Kaito asked, also looking around. Haku poured him a glass of wine with a smile that seemed as if he had told her an inside joke rather than mentioned her lack of business.

"You're the first customer today, love. And such a customer you are! Want me to take some weight off your shoulders? You know I'm good at listening, Kaito dearest. Any burdens or sorrows? Problems at the castle? Evil fiance got your nerv- Hello, what's this?" Haku's chatter stopped suddenly as her crimson eyes fluttered over Len's blue ones. "Who's the pet, Kaito-dearie?"

"This is Len. He's a friend of mine. Do restrain from pestering him too much and get him a drink, will you? He's had a hard day." Kaito said this rather bluntly, and Len grew uneasy as he noticed his narrowed eyes. Instead of showing any anger, though, Haku laughed.

"Certainly. What would you like to drink, handsome?" Len stayed silent, looking at Haku blankly. Having never thought of himself as even close to handsome, he though she speaking to Kaito, but then snapped into realization as he noticed both of their eyes on him.

"Heeeeellllllooooooo? Earth to pretty booooooyyy?" Haku chimed, waving her hand in front of his face. "You alright, darlin'?"

"A-ah! Sorry! I thought you were talking to Kaito!" Len flushed upon realizing he had just called the prince handsome. "I-I mean…"

"No, no, darlin', it's fine. You just don't know me very well," Haku said apologetically. "This is just how I talk to everyone. Sorry if it's a bit of a nuisance, love. You'll just have to watch for who I'm speaking to."

"It's n-not a nuisance," Len replied politely, still a little flustered, then hesitantly pointed to the first bottle he saw. "That one, please."

"Good eye, sweetie! That's our best seller!" She pulled out a wine glass and popped the cork, filling the crystal cup with a dark red liquid. She started to give it to him, but then noticed that the wine bottle was now empty, letting out a soft curse as she put it down, turning an interested eye to Len.

"Saaay, you look like a strong young man! If I open the cellar for you, would you mind grabbing me a box of 'SeeU's Finest Brew'? I'd ask Kaito to do it for me, but he's a prince-y and all, and I don't wanna disrespect him, ya know?"

"Uhm…" Len looked cautiously towards Kaito, who nodded approvingly.

"Don't worry. Go ahead, I won't leave you," he said, a playful smile on his face.

"O-okay," Len agreed, turning back to Haku, and she reached forward, ruffling his hair with one hand.

"Such a sweet boy. The way to the cellar is down here." she motioned for him to come behind the counter and unlatched a door on the floorboards. "I can't keep it open, so just call up or knock on the door once you've got the box, okay? It shouldn't be too terribly heavy. Just be careful not to drop it; that'd be a mess to clean." Len nodded, fixing his hair as he headed down the ladder, his eyes being forced to adjust to the cellar's dim light as the latch closed. Numerous boxes surrounded him, but thankfully Haku had done a good job in her labeling, and Len soon found the wine carton he needed and headed up the ladder. He made sure the box was balanced under his arm before rapping his fist on the wood above his head.

A small shriek and the sound of shattering glass met his ears, and Haku opened the door a moment later, looking noticeably more tired than before.

"Sorry 'bout that lil' scream, love. Didn't expect you to be done so quickly, and your knocking gave me quite a fright. Dropped a glass, I did." She took the box from him and began unpacking it, and Len reclaimed his seat beside Kaito. As Haku turned back to him, he almost thought he saw a small glass vial peeking from the side of her top, but he paid it no mind. It was improper to stare at a woman's cleavage, whether there was something on them or not.

"Drink up, sweetie," Haku said, pushing his untouched glass towards him. Len cautiously took it and raised it to his lips, taking a careful sip and finding delight in the sweet taste that greeted his tongue.

"This is really good," he exclaimed, happily drinking down the rest.

"Of course. Haku here is famous for her wines," Kaito replied, sipping at his own wine. Haku smiled sheepishly at the praise she was receiving as she picked up broken glass shards from the floor.

"Now," Kaito began, lowering his glass beside Len's emptied one, "what are you doing all the way across the sea?"

"Ah, so he's a sweet little Golden boy?" Haku inquired from the floor. "I kinda got that feeling from him, but he seems to kind to be from that wretched Kingdom." Len paused a moment, trying to think of a proper way to censor his story and keep from getting in trouble.

"Well… There was this incident with Princess Rin's cousin, Neru… I scorned her without intending to, and she accused me of… being a criminal in her anger. Most of the Servants turned against me, but one of my friends helped me get to the Emerald Kingdom. I hope Princess Rin didn't catch her…" He paused, wondering if his story was too revealing but finding it suddenly hard to think. His throat had begun to burn, and he felt unnaturally groggy… "I was accepted until the fire occurred, and… since I was 'Golden' I was a prime suspect… A kind woman in a mask helped me escape on a boat… and then I got here… then… those men… tried… to…" He quieted, not because of the pain triggered by the memories of his near-deflowering, but because his mind had fogged and was spinning out of control, and speaking only fed the fire in his lungs.

"Sounds harsh," Haku murmured sympathetically as she stood, dusting herself off. "Think another drink would help ya, honey?"

"N-no… I'm feeling a bit… sleepy…" Len didn't even notice the hand Kaito placed on his shoulder, and the silver-haired barkeep blurred in and out of his vision.

"Wine makes me rather sleepy, too," the Prince said, his voice almost distorted in Len's mind.

"No… I-it's… Something's wrong…" And with that, Len's head dropped against the tabletop as he lost consciousness. Haku grabbed his arm and checked his wrist for a pulse, not seeming bothered by the fact she didn't find one.

"He does seem dead, but I know he's not," she murmured. "So the rumors about Cantarella were true… I kinda feel sorry for him. He's such a sweet child." She took a large gulp of her wine, her eyes never leaving Kaito.

"Thanks, Haku. I owe you one," the prince replied, gazing down at the unconscious Servant.

"None of that 'IOU' shit. Give me the money you promised." Haku eagerly held out her hand, seeming pleased by the weight of the heavy leather sack Kaito placed into it.

"One thousand gold. Just as promised," he said, getting up from his seat and gently scooping Len up into his arms. "Oh, by the way. I knew you slipped poison into my drink, so I switched it with yours. Good thing we have similar tastes in wine, no?" Haku's crimson eyes widened as she grabbed for her throat, but then quickly narrowed into a glare, her lips pulling back into a snarl.

"You won't get away with this… That boy cannot be yours," she growled.

"You really wanted to save him, didn't you?" Kaito asked with a sadistic smile. "Because if his hair matched yours, he'd remind you of your brother who was sold into slavery, right?"

"NEVER TALK ABOUT MY BROTHER WITH YOUR FILTHY TONGUE!" Haku slammed her hands sharply on the counter, knocking over the wine glasses and causing them to shatter.

"I can't get away with this, eh?" the prince continued, unfazed by her outburst. "I think I already have. And with your help, too! That's something to reflect on while you're burning in Hell."

"And I'll have something for you when I see you there, you bastard!" Haku shrieked. Immediately after her screams ceased, a knocking came upon the pub door.

"Prince Kaito, it is almost time to head home. You still have an appointment with the Leader of the Crimson Country," the pink-haired woman said from behind the door. Haku scowled.

"Your dogs await," she said, spitting the words as if they were the very poison she had just consumed. "Watch your back, or they'll bite you, Kaito-dearie."

"Waste not your breath, hag. You'll die faster if you talk." Without another word, Kaito headed out the door, carrying the Servant with him.

Haku watched him leave with dagger eyes, then sat back down, picking up a picture of a man with similar features as her, gazing at it sadly.

"You were right, Dell, dearest brother…" she whispered, eyes filling with tears. "I got a taste of my own medicine, just as you said I would… before you were taken from me…" She smiled weakly, holding the picture close to her chest and closing her eyes. "I hope that boy, Len… I hope he can still remain happy, if not pure…"

Other than the slight droop of her head and the blood dripping from her parted lips, Haku didn't move.

Kaito, having left the pub and not finding either of his female maids prepared to drive off, scoffed and opened the carriage door, quickly realizing why no one had done so for him. He sighed.

"Luka, Miku, I'd rather not have you doing such things in the carriage. Please right yourselves and bring us back to the castle. You said yourself that it's time to go."

Luka immediately leapt off of Miku at Kaito's voice and, with a slightly flustered look, went to coach the horses. Miku remained sprawled out on the cushion half-undressed, gazing blankly at the carriage ceiling and gently touching her lips as if she didn't fully comprehend the kisses Luka had been placing upon them. Kaito sighed again and redressed her as she limply lay there, much like an incompetent child, and shooed her off to help Luka with the horses.

He relaxed as he climbed into the carriage and set Len's head down on his lap, stroking his golden locks. One hand slipped over the Servant's chest, though he was unfazed by the lack of a beat.

"Just stay sleeping until we are home, Len," he murmured softly. "That's when the fun will begin…"