Part 3, kind of an understanding about Kaito and Yuuma's relation ship

Yuuma walked down the park near the Vocaloid Manor, his second day living there, he had already met the star Vocaloid, Miku, the Kagamine twins and Luka, who gave him some unneeded flirting. Well, no one knew he was gay, and somehow, he was gonna keep it that way until he could find someone he trusted. They say there were everything here, ice cream, sweets, and bars, everything for anyone. Yuuma hoped he could find his favorite unagi pies.

As Yuuma walked down he saw a few people, a silver haired girl with Meiko drinking on a bench, and a blue haired man ordering some ice cream. He didn't want any associations with drunks and he wanted to make a friend preferably with a man, but a girl would be nice to have a friend anyway, girl or boy. Yuuma walked up to the ice cream booth, behind the blue haired man, who seemed to be waiting for his order, and seemed to have heard Yuuma, he turned to look at the pink haired man and smiled. "I haven't seen you before." Kaito said, Yuuma finally got a look at Kaito's face. And knew immediately he wouldn't want to be just friends with him.

"I'm new here anyway." Yuuma said, brushing a few strands of hair behind his hair like a shy school girl, Yuuma was quite girly anyway, as evidenced by his design, his fan made design, he could wear whichever he wanted, he choose the gayest one anyway. But he sometimes dressed in the other one on a few occasions.

"I figured." Kaito said, "I ordered two bowls, I was gonna give this one to the silvered haired gilr over there." He gestured to the probably unconscious silver haired woman. "Of course, she probably drunk, so you can have it if you want. After all, I minus well be nice to the new one."

Yuuma chuckled, "Thanks." Even though it wasn't his unagi pies, it was a nice gesture and it would be rude to complain. Yuuma took the bowl of vanilla flavored ice cream, Yuuma smiled brightly at the blue haired man.

Iroha blew off practice that day, Mew noticed this and asked Meiko about it, Meiko was busy constructing her tenor sax, "She said it was something personal, it was probably for Yuuma, I heard his drunken rambling when I was trying to fall back asleep." She grunted as she twisted the embrasure on the cork of the sax.

"Still having trouble sleeping?" Mew asked.

"Yeah, I'm damn sure it's the alcohol." Meiko said as she stood up, her voice strained abit.

"Why don't you quit?"

Meiko scoffed at Mew's question, "Me quitting drinking is like you cutting kit Kats from your diet, or Haku here of her drinking." It was; Mew loved her Kit Katz.
"I have a good reason to drink!" Haku protested.

"Whatever, so are we gonna practice or what? I didn't try to recover from a hangover so we wouldn't practice?"

"Wait, you're hung-over?" Damn, none of them noticed. Meiko simply chuckled, as if proud of it.

"I'm getting pretty good at hiding it though, even though my head hurts like a motherfucker." She rubbed her head, wasn't there someone in this place who wasn't screwed up? Mew sighed, her only addicting was Kit Katz, but they weren't hurting her or anything. Mew shrugged, alright, but her worry shifted from not only Iroha but to the pink haired person Meiko talked about.

Meanwhile, Yuuma was gonna set his plan into motion, fuck a guy. He was tired of waiting for Kaito, even after he kissed him, Kaito still won't get it. He loved him, but he had to do this, he needed to, it won't hurt anyone, Kaito sure as hell won't care, Yuuma needed this more than ever. Just a meaningless shag, and he knew damn well who to go to first.

It was risky fucking business, but still, he wanted to start out slow and fuck Gakupo, the little whore, but he was Miku and Meiko's whore, so he had to pay money or let Miku take pics. He has money, and he wasn't gonna let Miku watch Gakupo suck his cock. Even though Miku has plenty of pictures of Yuuma already, but Yuuma doesn't know that. Yuuma sighed, he heard some sort of punk trash from behind the door and he could smell the sweat and perfume, he almost wanted to walk away, but worked up the balls to knock on the door, after a few moments, Miku opened the door, eyes hidden under the brim of her hat.

"Nice hat." Yuuma said, Miku chuckled, tipping the hat in compliment, "Thanks, needed something new." Her smile vanished, "Now what is it?" Her tone was now demanding, with thinned patience, Yuuma looked behind her, and he saw Gakupo on the floor, bare ass in the air while he was wearing some gothic Lolita. Miku noticed Yuuma's staring and looked behind her, then looked back, "What?"

"I'll just be blunt." Yuuma said, "Can I fuck Gakupo?"

Miku had a spark in her eye for a moment, unseen by the pink haired homosexual (I lol'd) and smiled, "Oh, is that so?"

"Hey, if you're gonna wear that hat, can't you sell him, isn't that what pimps do?" Yuuma asked, Miku tapped her finger on her chin.

"Yes, I suppose we do…" She nodded, and then looked back at Yuuma, "Len is the whore we sell to whoever wants to fuck his shota ass, Gakupo is me and Meiko's personal whore." Miku stepped away so she could slam the door shut.

"Even if I have money?" Yuuma asked, peering his head in. Miku bared her teeth.

"Fuck you, the bitch ain't for sale." She said.

"What if I let you video tape us." Miku's ears practically perked up to that statement and grinned.

"Hmm, you make a good deal, Yuuma, you know me to well." She opened the door fully, allowing Yuuma in, Yuuma was still a bit shaky about it, god, it smelt so weird. Perfume, pain, sweat and shame, it made Yuuma want to vomit. But kept it together as he walked in, seeing Gakupo.

"Hey, slut, we have a visitor, so get on your knees." She demanded, but then looked back at Yuuma, "Wait, what do you want, his ass or him to suck you off."

Yuuma wanted something quick for now, he didn't want to make a full blown porno, "Fuck, I want it to be quick." Yuuma said, taking a seat on the red velvet heart chair, which was pretty damn comfy and spread his legs for Gakupo and undid his button, "Alright." Yuuma said, gesturing Gakupo to come over. Miku grinned, and ran to get her camera, "I'll only take pictures; you're still paying me!" She yelled.

Yuuma sighed, shrugging his shoulders as Gakupo crawled over to suck Yuuma's cock.

Iroha made her way down the halls, finding the blue haired bastards room, she hoped he would at least be awake and not out stealing Miku's panties. She had come prepared, she always had a hello kitty pimp cane with her. She always thought they were cool, but after she bought it, she saw it had a hidden feature that would come in handy for this type of situations. She found the door that lead to Kaito's room and opened it up, and bursted through the door without permission. All she saw was Kaito's rather sane sister there, cleaning up chocolate wrappers (Mokaito) and a fluffy pink scarf hung between her arm (Kamaito). She looked at Iroha surprised, well, she wasn't expecting the Hello Kitty Vocaloid to come bursting in with eyes screaming bloody murder.

"Oh, hello," she said, still trying to sound like her cheerful self, Iroha simply stomped into the room, pushing Kaiko out of the way, she gasped, holding onto the couch as she watched Iroha walk away towards Kaito's room.

Iroha kicked open another door, the door to the room where she saw the blue haired bastard staring out the rather large window in his room, as if lost in thought. Iroha thought sociopaths like him had no room for thinking.

"Kaito you bastard." Iroha growled her teeth bare.

Kaito remained silent, looking over his shoulder, seeing Iroha hold the gun/pimp cane at him, aiming for his head, one hand holding and the other about to pull the trigger. Kaito looked out the window again, "What are you here for? It's not your panties I steal, they're all Hello Kitty ones I bet." Kaito smirked, the smile not reaching Iroha's eyes.

"You may have not done anything to me personally, but I minus well end this anyway."

Kaito turned around, the light facing his back, the front of him that Iroha saw was but a mere silhouette, and a long shadow cast itself upon the blue carpeting of Kaito's room, long, skinny, like a skeleton. Kaito still had that smirk on his face, Iroha still held the gun up towards him.