Stockholm Syndrome is not a Myth (Vocaloid Fanfiction KaitoxLen)

Chapter 1

“Goodnight!” His mother’s cheery voice rang through the room, her smiling face peeking through the door.  Len looked up from his book, obviously surprised to see her standing there.  He pulled his ear buds out, glancing at the clock.

                “You’re turning in early?  It’s only ten.  Is something going on tomorrow?”

                “There’s a town hall meeting tomorrow morning, and you know how your father is about ‘being prepared and well rested.’” She sighed, tucking a stray blonde lock behind her ear. Len gave an understanding nod.

              “Oh yeah! I completely forgot about it…I’m not quite ready to go to sleep yet, so I guess I’ll see you in the morning.”

                “Okay!  Sweet dreams!”

                “You too.”

                She gingerly pulled the door back, and Len could hear her footsteps pattering down the wooden floor of the hallway, down the stairs, and into her room.  The silence was deafening, the only noise was of the autumn winding howling outside his window.  He stuck the ear buds back into his ear, filling the silence as he continued reading.

                All seemed well on this Friday night, but Len wasn’t aware of the danger lingering right outside his home.

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Kaito dug in his duffel bag, counting off items.

“And I think…that’s…everything.”

He was ready.

He took out the bottle of chloroform and the rag, sticking both in his jacket pocket.  He stepped out of the truck, and walked to the other side of the street.  He checked his watch: it was almost eleven, right on schedule.  He approached a large house; it was white in color, pillars holding up the porch roof, which prize-winning flowers in the yard.  Up on the second floor was the only light in the entire house.  He was awake, just like Kaito had predicted.  A toothy grin etched its way on to his face, which had otherwise been a determined frown.

Kaito slipped into the first floor window (it was foolish of them to leave it unlocked), pushing the drapes out of his pathway, before finally planting his feet firmly on the carpeted ground of the living room.  He had been in the house before, and he walked in with a sense of familiarity.  He scoffed at the paintings on the walls; portraits of each member of the family, each one looking grim.  He eyed the family photos on the mantle, and chuckled; every picture was of the three of them at some political thing, whether it was a speech or the opening of some building, never at some mundane location like a park.  “Normal family man” my ass.

Kaito walked through the kitchen, making his way to the back door.  He unlocked it, and pushed it open, a small breeze tickling his cheeks as the cool air passed through the home.  Kaito walked through the living room again, rounding the corner to walk the flight of stairs.  He tiptoed, as he knew the steps were creaky in their old age.  His heart pumped with adrenaline and he could hear the blood pounding in his ears.  He reached the top of the stairs, and slowly made his way down the hall, to the last door.  Kaito pulled the chloroform and rag from his pocket, opening the bottle and dabbing a couple drops on the rag.  He put the bottle back in his pocket, taking a deep breath before he pushed open the door.

Kaito could see Len.  He was sitting in his office chair, back turned and face down, and from what Kaito could tell, he was blasting music from his headphones; life didn’t get more convenient than this.  Kaito slowly creeped up behind Len, careful not to trip on the various clothes and items littering the floor.  As soon as Kaito made it directly behind Len, he hooked his arm around his neck, pulled him back, and forced the boy to stand up, abandoning the (now spinning) chair.  Len was now sputtering and clawing at Kaito’s arm, and Kaito brought the rag up to Len’s mouth before Len could say anything.  All he needed were six deep breaths to knock the boy out, and within ten seconds he could feel his body go limp.