A/N: I had this eternal debate about uploading this story. It's been a while since I last looked at it, but when I read through it this morning, I fell back in love with the idea 3 This is why I'm sharing it despite having a thousand other stories that need to be finished haha. This story does have adult themes (I've written half so I know lol) so this is why it's M. It won't change but that doesn't change my love for this story. Maybe it's just my love for Kaito =3 Kaito is so awesome 3

This whole story takes place in a city that only knows the night (there's a bit of fantasy/supernatural elements, but nothing fancy). There's a few things you need to know before starting this story.

Len comes from a city called to Osova [oo-so-ve-ah] and go to a city called Damuanion [dam-uu-an-ee-on] where his sister is receiving treatment from the Duke who controls it. This is were the main story takes place. In the prologue (which I deleted because it was CRAP) talks about the full reason, but I feel like I should keep that under the hood. You'll find out anyways =D

I hope you enjoy this story just as much I love it. If you do read this and like it, do tell me. It makes me very happy to know there's other people enjoying the same things as me 3

Chapter One – The City That Only Knows The Night

Eighteen year old, Kagamine Len, sighed as he dropped the last of his luggage in what would be his home for the next four years. It was a small, cosy apartment near the city hall, and rose so high it over looked the Night Lane. The Night Lane was a place of entertainment. It was basically a whole large suburb dedicated of pubs, restaurants, disco clubs and brothels. They weren't designed just for the rich, but for anyone. There, even the poor, could find entertainment at a cheap price whether that was a whore or alcohol. Len knew how important it was to spend time in the Night Lane, it was the place of connections. Rich people with a name partied their also and the more friends you had with power, the better your life would be.

A part of Len knew it was also the place he'd have to also steer clear of on a regular basis. Make appearances, but that was it. He was the Duke's personal entertainment now. Everything was at the Duke's cost, so he had to be careful. Though the Duke encouraged it, Len knew he was hoping to watch Len break. The bastard would enjoy seeing the smaller people squirm after all.

Deciding to not think about it, Len began to unpack his luggage and arrange the small apartment to his liking. He even moved the furniture around until he was content. He'd just finished when a loud signal went off.

And so the Night Life began.

The city was cursed, some would say. The sun never rose and the night stayed whole. Because of that, signals were placed in to indicate the night life, the times people were expect to be asleep and the day, working times. Len already calculated the allocated time lot. Six hours of the night life, of partying, drinking and sex, eight hours of slumber and ten hours of the day and working life.

Deciding that today would be a good day to make an appearance in the city; Len changed into something comfortable and left his apartment, locking the door behind him. He wandered down the steep stairs to the bottom floor and left. The Night Lane wasn't far away, but he decided a long walk would be good. He needed to know his surroundings anyways.

It was half an hour later when he finally reached the bustling Night Lane. Up close it felt it was actually more like a city within a city. It was more alive than anything Len had seen and felt a wave of awe as he made his way through the busy main streets. The amounts of lights rivalled the people it inhabited. He found he had to avoid a certain street, being warned that every building in that street was a brothel of some sorts.

Len was eighteen, and had been legal to have sex for a whole year now, but the idea of sleeping with a prostitute just didn't work with him. He had nothing against them, but he didn't particularly want to get involved with them either. 'Once a customer, always a customer', someone once told him.

He wandered through the long roads until a tall, long building came into sight. It looked like a reasonably high class pub, though he saw all kinds of faces going in. The closer he got, the more he realised that there were people in weird costumes entering the place. Actually, now he thought about it, a lot of people did.

An arm suddenly brushed against his backside, snaking its way around his waist. A hot breath whispered a long his neck to his ear as a voice whispered "are you lost, boy? Do you need a helping hand?"

Len couldn't suppress a shiver as he tried to shove the person off of him. They smelt like alcohol, and heavy perfumes. When he managed to get the person off of him, he spun around to see a full figured woman, wearing a thick red corset that squashed her breasts up and hips down, and wearing a long black skirt. Her stunning fiery hair draped in a loose braid down one shoulder, her blood red lips titled in a long smile. Nerves got the best of him when he answered. "Ye-No! I-I'm fine, t-thank you."

"Are you sure, boy? You look rather confused. Let me help you out, and show you what the night life is about."

He'd already guessed what her night life was about, so he took a cautious step backwards, waving his hands in front of him. "N-No, it's fine. R-Really. T-Thank you for the o-offer anyways," and turned on his hills. He just took a step forwards when an arm grabbed his, scaring him.

"Don't be like that. I know how to show a newbie a good time, boy. Don't be scared."

"I would be," a voice said, which made her tense up. "A big woman like you trying to woo a minor to her bed would scare anyone," he realised quickly the voice was teasing.

The arm disappeared and Len heaved a sharp sigh of relief. "How rude can you get!" she snapped as Len turned around.

The movement had been so swift that he didn't even catch the person who'd been there until he turned to the woman. An elegantly dressed man was slightly bowing, pressing his lips to her delicate hand. He saw the way her face turned bright red. "I meant no insult, my lady. A woman like you would be very loveable in bed, but shamefully, he's too young to enjoy the adventures beneath the sheets just yet," he smiled at her.

Grumpily, she withdrew her hand and stormed away. She didn't even look at Len as she left, which made him somewhat grateful. He turned back to the man who looked thoughtful.

"I think I upset her."

"Calling her big would do that," Len replied without thinking then wincing when he received a glance from the corner of the man's eyes. He looked away, embarrassed. "T-Thank you for your assistance, but I'm not a minor."

"I know that, but she didn't," he chuckled lightly. He turned fully to Len, took off his long white and gold hat and bowed deeply to him. The action startled Len, for never in his life he'd been treated with such respect. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he said humbly, standing back up and replacing his hat. "I am Kaito."

"L-Len," the blonde boy replied with a flushed face. "Kagamine Len…"

"Len-kun," the man tested the name on his tongue then smiled with approval. "It suits you, my boy. However, I'm curious, this is your first time here, am I correct?"

"Y-Yes," Len stuttered out, feeling embarrassed. His eyes kept wandering to the clothing the man was wearing. Long, straight white pants, a trench coat, jacket kind of thing with double gold buttons, fully trimmed with gold and fitted with red and gold shoulder pads. His tall white hat was also trimmed with gold and red and kind of reminded him of a conductor or something along those lines. He must be rich or something, Len thought suddenly.

"Well, Len-kun," he pulled off his hat and placed it on his head. "Tonight, I'll mark you as special," he smiled when Len stared at him with confusion. "Explore this place, learn your way, and then come find me to return that. If you get lost, ask anyone for assistance, no one will touch you or do anything that makes you uncomfortable if you have that with you. People watch, people whisper, and no one likes a bad reputation after all." He winked at Len. "Steer clear of the Brothels though, you'll get unwanted attention," and with his final warning disappeared into the now crowded street.

Pulling the hat off his head, Len examined it, unable to stop admiring it. It was trimmed in real gold, yet a stranger entrusted it to him. How strange.

"That boy, Kaito," a croaky voice caught Len's attention as an elderly man joined him. "You'd do well to keep that hat in good shape; it's what makes him the man he is."

"I don't understand, I'm a stranger and-"

"There is always a reason behind his actions. He wants you to feel safe on your first night. People will see that hat, and understand you're his favourite of the night."

"F-Favourite?"

"He has a name, a reputation, and a good one at that. People will jump to your aid if you need it and protect you when required. If good word reaches him about their noble deeds, it reaches Lady Ann, the richest and most powerful woman in the city. Some murmur she's more powerful than the Duke himself." The old man smiled. "Tonight will be a good night, I can feel it," and left Len standing there.

In the end, Len decided to go wandering and found that when he did get lost and asked for help, people generously pointed him in the direction. He didn't see a bad look from anyone once the hat became obvious. Of course, Len was too embarrassed to put it on, so held onto it.

"Ugh, I've walked all around this place now," Len finally said a few hours later, clutching the hat tightly. He looked around him, starting to feel worried. He didn't know where to find the man who owned the hat. He wandered for a moment before he came across a group of women talking outside a pub. Building the courage, he stepped up to them. "Umm… I was wondering if any of you knew where I could find the man who owns this hat?"

The girls shared a look that he couldn't read until the girl in the middle stood up and stepped out. "I'll show you where he is. It's a bit of a walk, will you be alright? You seem to have been walking non-stop."

"I-It's ok," Len replied, feeling embarrassed when the girls smiled. The young girl led him a fare way until they came to a halt in front of a tall and long bar. "I-Is this it?"

"Yeah, Kaito spends all his time here. I won't be able to tell you where he would be in this place because I wouldn't be able to get in since only certain people can-" ugh, high class "-but carrying that hat, someone will be able to direct you to him," the girl smiled. "Word got out he picked a newbie as his favourite of the night."

"F-Favourite? I don't understand what you're talking about. He just gave it to me and told me to look around before finding him."

"Exactly, he gave you his hat. He doesn't go anywhere without that hat. It's like his life line," the girl shrugged. "Therefore, you're his favourite. Basically, he's entrusting his name to you for the night."

He bid the girl a goodbye before he stepped up to the entrance. The two men gave him a rough look before grinning when they saw the hat and whispered something to each other. Len ignored them and entered the place, feeling overwhelmed as the smell of alcohol, smoke and perfume that enriched the air. Coughing into his hand, he tried to find the man who owned the hat, but couldn't see him anywhere. A lot of the men and women looked somewhat high classed and he felt nervous to ask anyone.

A hand touched his shoulder, scaring him. He turned to face a plumped woman who looked annoyed. "He's picking on kids again it appears. Are you looking for Kaito?"

Len could only nod.

"Heh, should have guessed since you've got his hat. He's on the third floor, be careful of the stairs, they're chock-a-block full," and the woman left him to fend for himself. Nervously, he searched for stairs, eventually finding them nearer the back. He could understand why the woman told him about the stairs. It was hard to get past all the bodies to reach the third floor, but somehow, he did it.

Squeezing past people, he searched for the man in white until he heard a loud laughter from somewhere. He turned around, trying to look past people to where it came from. The first this he did see once he found where it came from was a large group of about ten women. He watched a little closer and began to frown. Sitting between two women, with his arms around their shoulders, was the said man he was looking for. He looked like some kind of emperor surrounded by his harem.

Growling, Len moved towards them, coming to stop at the edge of the couches that formed an uncompleted square. The man caught sight of him instantly. "Ah! You managed to find me, Len-kun? Did you wander about and explore the Night Lane?"

"I did," Len said slowly, watching the way the women narrowed their eyes at him. "And I came back to return this."

"Already?" the man grinned and wiggled his way out from the women's grip. "Sorry, my lovelies, but I'll be back soon." He came up to Len, slipped an arm around his shoulder and as he led them away, the man sighed. "I thought I'd never get away from them."

"That's harsh, you seemed to be having fun," Len muttered as the man led him upwards to another floor. "What was all that about, having so many women hang off your shoulders," Len called as they climbed the stairs. The man walked a few paces ahead and just shrugged simply. "Do you have any shame in how ridiculous you looked? It was almost as if they-"

"Almost like they wanted to have sex with me?" The man smiled as he spun around at the top of the stair case. "Oh, you don't know how many of those women I've already slept with."

"That's terrible," Len pointed out, climbing the last few steps up to reach him. "Do you have no shame?"

"Absolutely not," Kaito laughed whole-heartedly. "In the Night Lane, there is no shame. Now outside of this place, even I would be a little disappointed in myself."

"Then why do you do it?"

"I guess when you're drunk, you have no control over yourself," the man said, grabbing Len by the shoulders and pushing him up against the wall. "Like right now, if I was totally far gone, this would be a perfect opportunity," he whispered in Len's ear, making the boy shiver under him. "You are my favourite tonight after all, no one would murmur a word if I took you here and now."

"And if you do, I'll kick you in the balls."

"Ouch, lesson learned," the man laughed as he stepped away, holding his hands up. "They're my most precious assets, fairly useless without them."

Len adjusted his shirt, watching the smiling man. "You look suspicious when you smile like that."

"Really?" Now he looked genuinely confused. "I'm not really, at least, not as suspicious as every other man or woman here."

"That doesn't mean anything," Len pointed out as they started up the stairs again. "Where are we going?"

"The roof, it's the best view in town."

"Why would it matter to me, I wouldn't be able to get into this place after tonight."

"What are you talking about?" Kaito laughed loudly. He stopped at the top of stairs, leaned down a little and held his hand out to Len. "You're here now; you got in the doors on your own effort."

"But the hat…"

"The owner doesn't care much about me, so she obviously let you in by her own will, otherwise you wouldn't be here, now would you?" his grin grew. "Come along, you'll miss it if we hang here for too long."

Now Len was curious and took the hand without thinking. "Miss what?"

"It's a secret," he winked, leading Len up the last few steps and onto the roof. The air felt cold up here, but it didn't bother him as Kaito took him near the edge. "Watch, and you'll see it. It's beautiful."

Len leaned on the edge, staring in front of him. The sky was so bright here even the moon light didn't penetrate to large dome of light. He stared for a moment before grumbling with frustration. "What am I looking for?" Len asked.

Kaito came up behind him, wrapped an arm around his waist and with his free hand, wrapped a finger around Len's chin and titled his head up. "Not down there, over there. Watch, it'll be beautiful."

Len stared towards where Kaito directed his vision. He stared out towards the distant ocean where the moonlight dance on the blue water and stared before something black moved in the moonlights reflection. His eyes widened as a sound of music filled his ears. It was foreign, but it was beautiful. "…They're whales…"

"Aren't they magnificent, free and beautiful? They migrate this time of year and come by here twice a year. Miss it and you've got to wait six months before you see it again."

"I've never seen a whale up close," Len murmured as Kaito pulled away, leaning down beside him. "Only in books."

"They're beautiful creatures, but that's something you don't get up close to, only watch from a distance."

"It'll be nice to see them closer though," Len smiled, closing his eyes. "Why did you bring me up here?"

"Because you looked sad," Kaito admitted, finally putting his hat back on and lighting a smoke. "When you stepped in here a few hours ago, there was nothing but sadness in your eyes. That's why I made you do something until it was time to see the whales pass…" Kaito shrugged when Len gave him a genuine shocked look. "I'm known to be a nice guy, yes, but I couldn't think of any other way to keep you busy until now." He grinned at Len, ruffling his hair. "Welcome Kagamine Len-kun to Damuanion, the city that only knows the night."

A/N: It's a nightmare explaining what Kaito is "meant" to look like. I got the idea when I watched the Adelaide Pageant (I live in South Australia / Australia) and I saw the marching men playing music and fell in love with the costume concept. I sort of imagine him in something like a dummer-boys outfit, but it sort of looks like a military outfit... ugh... if I continue, I'll just confuse you all haha. I hoped you liked it. Look out for more soon =D