Two Faced Killer

Chapter 15: Frustration

(A/N:Pretty sure you guys have got this already, but I'll say it outright here, cause this chapter is pretty heavy on the language: this story contains numerous instances of vulgar language. I don't know why, I just felt it was my responsibility to say that over here...anyway, on with the story.)

"We'll continue tomorrow, Len," Rin grinned at the agent and waved as she left his home. K stood beside the blond agent, his mask hiding the expression in his eyes, but the smile on his lips showing that he was amused, as he usually was.

Len nodded slowly, trying to keep the frown on his face from becoming a scowl. "See you," he mumbled, his posture slightly droopy as he shut the door.

"You're disgusting," he said, finally allowing himself to scowl at his colleague.

"You're jealous," K smiled.

"Tch, stupid..." Len walked past him and towards his room. "Why're you interfering with my mission?"

"I have the right to involve myself," K said, his smile vanishing as he tailed the blonde through the darkness. "Don't forget that, Kagamine."

"That doesn't mean you can do whatever the hell you want with the suspects."

"So Rin is a suspect?"

"Everyone is a suspect."

"I like her," K nodded to himself as Len plopped down on his bed and ran a hand through his hair. The blue-haired agent leaned against the closed door and crossed his arms. "She tastes nice."

"She's sixteen," Len growled. "You're much older than she is."

"That doesn't mean anything," K said. "The feeling's mutual and therefore, it's all good. Isn't that your philosophy, Len? Fondle 'em and fuck 'em, right?"

"That's a pretty vulgar way of putting it," Len wrinkled his nose at the man's comments. "Besides, that's how the job's done, right?"

"That's how the job's done, with a dash of fun," K mumbled.

"If you like this so much, why don't you help me find the Cause?"

"And ruin your chance at revenge?" K let out a half-laugh. "Just kidding. You know I can't help."

"You're one of the greatest agents Crypton's got."

"So are you. Besides, they retired me from missions years ago," K pressed his lips into a thin line, tilting his head upwards and looking at the ceiling. "I can only do so much, you know."

Len bit his lip in annoyance. His phone rang, jolting K.

"Well, pick it up," the masked man said. Len stared at the screen.

"Unknown," Kagamine whispered. K's gaze snapped up to meet Len's eyes. He hurried closer.

"The Cause?"

Len nodded. "Must be."

"Pick it up," K exhaled, sitting down beside the agent. Len picked up the phone and turned on the speaker so that they could both hear.

There was silence on the other end. It was unnerving and it made the fine hairs on the back of Len's neck stand up.

Hurry up and speak already, dammit.

"Len Kagamine," a garbled voice sang. "Did you like the little present I left for you today?"

K looked up at Len, mouthing Leslie's name. Len nodded.

"So you're admitting that you killed her," Len said. The voice laughed.

"Of course I did. I don't need to try and hide that from you," it paused for a moment. "Let me offer you a bit of advice, Len."