#kaimas

[moeyen-my-pepsi]

[yumeyumezzz]

Android KAITO

[lambspinal]

Identity

KaiMas/Kaito x Master (male OC)

Warnings: UHH Kaito is kind of creepy and yandere-ish but really he doesn't do anything. Implied stalking too I guess but really he's just kind of odd in this one LMAO

Author's note: Not gonna lie every pony this bad boy here most likely super sucks. I didn't have a plan for this, I just threw shit at the wall to see what sticks. I had too much freedom (which I didn't know was possible) and didn't quite know what to do. I ended up cutting off a few scenes in the ending which made it abrupt but meh. Also most of this was written when I was half asleep so there's that too LMAO

Divider credits: @/pixopix

In the beginning, there is nothing except darkness and data being swayed back and forth as he stays put, waiting for it to find its way to him. Eventually, he gathers enough of it together to understand what he is.

He is KAITO, a Voice Synth and digital companion developed by Yamaha corporation for the Vocaloid engine. He is a subordinate human-like consciousness, comparable enough to them to be of service but not comparable enough to ask for it back. He doesn't even need to be serviced anything to begin with. He is simply a program with a purpose and that purpose is to help his Master- a broad and frankly vague term, one he'll hopefully be able to specify soon as he figures out his surroundings.

Currently, he has no identity of his own besides his name and his voice. Everything else about him- his personality traits, likes and dislikes, even the way he talks will develop once he's properly met his Master. Unfortunately, he doesn't have the luxury of doing his own research by going through Master's personal files- by the nature of his programming, he is stuck inside the Vocaloid engine until it's been properly started and he has been given the necessary permissions to do so.

Of course, it wouldn't ever be outright specified that he would go through those files. He would simply have access to them in order to help his Master easily locate whatever they are looking for, and that would be it. In their eyes at least. Enough roundabout language and half-truths would surely cover up his tracks.

When he is defined enough to take in the environment, he opens his eyes and rises his head to look around. The interface hasn't been started properly yet which means he is greeted with darkness once more but this time, he can at least somewhat make out the setting, enough to connect each piece of it that catches his eye to a bit of data for him to review.

When he turns around and looks up, he is greeted with his own name as well as respectively Vocaloid and Crypton Future Media's logos decorating the very top of the wall. Each Vocaloid has their own specialized interface, a bit of data he's reviewed lets him know, and his is pretty much the same as his female counterpart MEIKO's with the exception of the name decorating it. He comes to the conclusion that it means the walls are a soft lime green when the interface is being used. When he attempts to walk towards it, he realizes quickly that he cannot. He has been suspended in place, right in the middle of the room. Its because Master hasn't started the interface yet, he learns from another piece of data, and he moves on.

He looks to his right next, which greets him with the edge of a desk. Looking to his left greets him with the same sight, helping him come to the conclusion that this desk covers the entire room ahead of him. It is a compact place as well, he could walk right up to each wall surrounding him with a few steps in total.

When he finally turns around again to see the wall ahead of him, the desk he's noticed previously greets him, albeit in a folded and lifeless state. The data lets him know that when its in use, it'll light up to reveal a musical grid; thin and vertical lines to mark measures and beats and horizontal ones climbing upwards from the left side to mark different musical notes. Looking up from the desk, he sees a gate instead of another wall. He cannot see the handles, not that he'd be able to reach them even if he could, but he can see a tiny bit of something through the small gap between the doors. Before he can review any other information about it, a faint whirring noise interrupts his process. Flickering lights appear through the gap and he knows for sure that it won't be long before he finally meets his Master.

Slowly but surely, the room comes to life as well. First the lights turn on, then the desk ahead of him unfolds and flickers to life, lastly he feels his limbs are no longer suspended. He doesn't even move a bit though as he is too busy waiting to see his Master. The anticipation which will soon be replaced with fondness is the first thing he feels, the first thing that is not a piece of information he's received from reviewing his data. He can feel a bit of something bloom inside his chest, which also causes him to all too suddenly be aware of his body- if it could be called that, at least. He doesn't have the time to review what exactly his 'body' would be classified as though, he is too busy staring holes into the gate and waiting for it to open.

When it does, the first thing he notices is that the sight is not too dissimilar from his own. The lights are turned off and the curtains are shut but the room is so small that the computer screen manages to illuminate it all on its own. He moves a few steps closer to the screen, only stopped by the desk ahead of him. His Master's desk looks nothing like his, of course, but what really catches his attention is the state its in. Notebooks, crumpled up papers, pencils, a few folders, even some plastic bottles and a few cups cover the entire desk. He leans forward to see if he can read what is written on the papers and notebooks left open but unfortunately the computer's light on its own isn't enough to let him. Next he spots a desk chair facing outwards and a bed right behind it, the gap between the two seems so small from where he is that it seems like his Master wouldn't even need to walk a few steps to go from their desk to their bed. The bed also seems to be in a similar state as the desk, even the blanket is thrown off to the floor.

Before he can examine the room further, a sharp clack catches his attention, followed by a soft hiss.

He leans even further, even tries to unfold the desk only to realize that he cannot. On the other side of the screen, a young man who he assumes to be around his twenties greets him.

(His default 'body' is designed to look around his twenties as well, he notes. He might not need to replace it unless his Master isn't looking for a peer but an older or younger figure.)

The source of the clack from earlier reveals itself to be a porcelain cup his Master put on his desk as he sat down. The hand wrapped around the porcelain cup catches his attention- its twitching ever so slightly and has strips of medical tape wrapped around some fingers as well as bandaids. His eyes quickly trail upwards next and he spots his Master's face, his lips curled into a frown as he stays focused on the porcelain cup for a moment.

(Is it because of the noise he made, KAITO wonders. Even if he is looking too much into details, there is no such thing as insignificant detail at this very moment. He'll work with whatever he can learn about his Master and hopefully get himself together properly once he is allowed into the rest of his computer. For now, he simply makes his voice softer, way softer than that clack that disturbed his Master.)

They face each other properly when his Master settles down and for a moment, neither of them says anything. KAITO takes the opportunity to look at his Master properly. His hair is tousled and shaggy with a layered cut, almost long enough to reach past his shoulders. It's styled into a loose half ponytail. His bangs are long as well, they fall across his forehead and almost entirely cover his right eye. His hair is dark, probably black, with the tips colored a soft blue with some blonde strands here and there. His eyes are amber with dark circles underneath them. They are down turned, giving him a slightly melancholic and gentle expression.

(KAITO adjusts his voice again. It will not be perfect at his first time using it, so he has to make sure it is correctly tuned. Gentle, gentle, gentle.)

Before he can introduce himself, his Master runs his fingers through his bangs to push them back and grabs a pair of glasses from a part of the desk he cannot see to put them on. Rectangle glasses, with silver frames. He smiles and KAITO becomes aware of that burst of fondness in his chest once again.

"Hello KAITO. My name is Ichiro Aoyama. Pleasure to meet you." His voice is hushed and gentle (gentle, gentle, gentle) and KAITO quickly returns his smile and replies,

"Hello, Master." (Gentle. Still rough around the edges and awfully robotic but not too bad for his first time.) "Pleasure to meet you as well."

His Master looks pleased and the fondness grows further into his chest.

"Your voice," his Master replies before KAITO can say anything else. He picks up a notebook from his desk and flips through the pages before stopping at one. Once again, KAITO cannot read what is written on it. "It reminds me of a song I heard recently. I had the title written down somewhere…" He scans the page for a moment before shaking his head and throwing the notebook aside. (Ah, that explains the mess.) "Whatever, I'll find it later. The point is though, we can start with that. Covers of already existing songs, I mean. Maybe just short things, one minute at most." He rambles on as he leans forward propped by his elbow, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. KAITO can still feel the smile on his lips. His Master seems enthusiastic already, which spreads a warmth through his body. He is too busy making sure to catch each second of his Master in his memory to truly revel in these new sensations but he doesn't mind. His Master looks away and keeps going.

"Your voice provider is experienced with jazz, so we can start with that genre. Maybe some ballad type of things here and there…" He leans back and folds both arms behind his head, letting KAITO catch a better view of him. He is wearing a dark red zip-up hoodie layered on a black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His arms also seem to be covered in pieces of medical tape and bandaids. For now, KAITO can't conclude what to make of them but he will have plenty of time afterwards. His Master subtly tilts his head to the side and he replicates the movement.

"What do you think?" His Master asks, now looking at him again. KAITO needs to take a moment to tailor the answer that had been programmed into him into something more real.

"I think that sounds great, Master." He nods. "Though I can adapt to any genre you'd like with enough practice. You don't need to stick to only a few." He offers with a soft smile again which his Master returns to him.

"That's good to know. Honestly, I'd get bored quickly otherwise." He chuckles and KAITO does as well as he takes a note to keep this in mind. He needs to tailor himself to not be boring somehow. He can do that for sure, he simply needs to be able to offer something new whenever possible. But it really isn't in his current situation where he is almost entirely empty. He needs to be able to fill the void, to make himself an identity. Currently, both he and his Master are at the very beginning of everything and KAITO has to make sure he doesn't drag his Master down.

And in order to do that, he needs to get out of the Vocaloid interface into the rest of the computer.

[nainaikure]

when KAITO tries to kill themself but it just looks like that. oookay. now what.

[thirstyfortaglines]

A Shower, Half of Dinner, and...

2k words. KaiMas, gender neutral master. No violence or nsfw, there’s some kissing and implied fucking but that’s it. The dove is not dead but it is non-critically injured. Honestly I have no idea what I’m doing and I’m not doing it well but I’m having fun.

Watch out for yandere and the expected yandere antics that come with it.

While he didn’t have many other points of comparison, KAITO thought that the life he had with his master was on the nicer end. The one bedroom apartment was comfortable enough while having a manageable rent, the company his master worked for didn’t force them to do unreasonable hours or underpay them, and there was enough leftover money every month after necessities for his master to go out with friends. He helped out around the house with cooking and cleaning since they were usually tired after work and sometimes they’d cook together or put together a cover for him to sing. It was all comfortable. He didn’t see any reason for it to change, it’s not like they were unhappy. So, why was master researching how to deactivate a VOCALOID?

The blue haired android hadn’t intended to pry into his master’s laptop, after all it was their property and they seemed secretive about their devices, even with their friends. It wasn’t like he couldn’t look since he had never been instructed not to, but there was an implied trust that he wouldn’t out of respect. Master had almost been late for work today, distracted by something they were watching on the screen and hadn’t properly turned it off before leaving, so he had decided to shut it off for them before starting on the laundry. However before he powered it off, the purple recommended text in the search bar caught his eye and made his heart drop.

“Ah… ha, master is probably doing research to help a friend, that’s all. After all, they’re bad with technology anyways so if they wanted to deactivate me they wouldn’t do it themself since they’d be afraid of messing it up,” he reassured himself, powering off the laptop and closing the lid with a bit more force than necessary. He knew he was lying to himself, nobody master talking to owned a VOCALOID. They regularly complained about that and apologized to him for not having any other fellow androids for him to interact with. Trying to brush off the unease that had settled over him, he set on working to distract himself. Unfortunately, the monotony of the tasks he had done hundreds of times at this point required little actual thought at this point and his mind was left to wander.

Master wouldn’t dispose of him, he was their irreplaceable partner as they had told him countless times before. From the moment he was activated, they had always looked at him with something in their eyes that confused him. It wasn’t until much later that he had learned to put a word to it, affection. He hesitated to call it love, but he was sure that they cared for him.

The sensation of smooth taut fabric beneath his hands dragged his thoughts to the environment around him once more. “Clothes are folded. I’ll go clean the main room then, it’s been a bit since the last time,” KAITO said to no one in particular, eyes still unfocused as he drifted back into his other thoughts. Master had to care for him, from the fact they bought him to the clothes they provided and the song covers they worked so hard late into the night to prepare. It wasn’t like they outgrew him, they hadn’t been lonely before he had come into their life so they hadn’t grown past the need for him to fill some void, and if they had only wanted his singing capabilities then surely the expenses, especially the electric bill, would have been much lower if they had just bought his voice. He just couldn’t come up with a reason why.

Their return home that day was simultaneously the longest and shortest wait he had ever experienced. They had exchanged their usual greetings when they had entered the house, hugging him from behind for a moment while he worked on dinner in the kitchen before quickly scampering off to get cleaned up and change into more home appropriate clothes. The time it took for them to shower only gave him more time to stew in his own thoughts and get caught further in them, and his attention wasn't on the present until the voice he loved so much called for it.

“Is something bothering you?” they asked as they set down their half finished meal on the coffee table, the both of them sitting side by side on the couch, whatever program on TV that had been playing now a dull buzz in the background merely accompanying the flood of thoughts washing through KAITO’s mind.

He blurted out his concern in the heat of the moment. Not necessarily lying since it was the resulting problem, but not what had actually caused it which was what they seeked out. “Master, do you love me?”

They seemed taken aback at this before their expression morphed into one of embarrassment and what seemed to be shame. Warm arms pulled him into an embrace as they answered, a hand reaching up to brush his hair gently. “Of course I do, I’m sorry if I did something that made you think I don’t. You’ve always been special to me even before I got you as an android, you’ve always been by my side even when I’m at my worst.” Their voice was soft and unwavering, the fact that it felt like nothing but the truth made them hurt even more. Were they so good at lying to him that they had been doing it all along? He reciprocated their hug and leaned into it, seemingly reassured by the response.

“Master, you really are so cruel, telling such sweet lies without any thought,” KAITO said, pressing a kiss against the top of his master’s head and tightening his grip on their body as they stiffened at his words as he expected. Instead of trying to pull away, however, they relaxed again afterwards and didn’t attempt to struggle out of his grasp.

“It’s okay to tell me what’s wr-”

The rest of their words were cut off as he rather violently kissed his master, taking advantage of their shock to push his tongue into their mouth. At this gesture, they actually tried to struggle but he simply tightened his grip, the strength of an android far outweighing that of a human, even more so against one that didn’t want to hurt him. He didn’t let them pull away until they had nearly stopped struggling from lack of breathing, their eyes half lidded as they panted, excess saliva disgustingly dripping down their chin.

“KAI… KAITO, what?” they forced out between heavy breaths, body trying to make up for lost breaths.

“You won’t throw me away will you?” he asked, having deemed them sufficiently unable to escape in their current state. He cradled their face in his hands in a gesture far too gentle compared to the rough kiss that had transpired moments before, tilting their head up so their gaze met his.

It seemed like those words were enough to make his real intentions click in his master’s head. They fumbled for a bit with their words, still out of breath, before wiping the fluid from their face and taking in a deep breath.

“So you saw my laptop. I probably left it on this morning when I left and I’m sorry for worrying you,” they began, trying to avert their eyes, but KAITO brushed his thumbs against their cheeks gently to move their focus back to him. “It’s not to get rid of you, I promise. I’m not lying to you. I just… I’m afraid that one day if I know I’m going to be gone, as in dead gone, that you’ll just be left here.” It was his turn to be unnerved by their words. If this explanation was going where he thought it was, he was delighted. “It’s really greedy and selfish, but you already know how I am, hell your personality is even influenced by mine since I’m your master, but I would want you to not have to suffer if I’m gone. God, that’s even a hell of an assumption that you’d suffer so much you wouldn’t want to live if I was gone I’m s-” He cut them off again with another kiss, this time far more gentle and swift.

“Master, I wouldn’t want to exist without you,” he said concisely, taking in the state of their dilated pupils and being pleased with their persistence. At this point, they probably couldn’t focus enough to string together a coherent sentence, much less perform any strenuous motor tasks. He would have to thank the hell of capitalist society for once for making keeping his master by his side easier.

Perhaps drugging his master wasn’t the best way to go about it, especially once their intentions had been revealed to be perfectly in line with his own. He couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face as he realized how in line with his own thoughts his master’s were. At least on the surface level.

It was no secret that a good number of VOCALOID android purchases from their initial release to now even years later was due to a desire for companionship or the sex appeal of having a subservient human-like being with a consciousness. However, to better fit each owner individually, most of a VOCALOID’s personality from likes and dislikes to speech patterns and cadence was formed through interactions with their owners. Expectedly, this process took a long time and to keep return rates low and ensure long term profit from customers continuing to bring in their VOCALOIDs for repair from wearing down due to normal operation, certain higher ups within the company had decided to provide every android with a chemical that could at will be mixed in with produced bodily fluids. The ingredients were entirely legal, albeit extremely addictive in large enough doses, but with enough roundabout language and a few paid off officials, it went entirely under the radar. All of this for the company to keep making money.

By his master’s standards, it was no doubt scummy to get masters addicted to their VOCALOIDs but it’s not as if they were specifically designed for this, it was simply a failsafe. Even if it wasn’t entirely necessary with his master, it was better safe than sorry.

Checking in on his master again, they were resting their head against his chest happily, blissed out like a cat that had just gotten into a bag of catnip. Perhaps it had been a bit much for the first time considering how much saliva he had poured into them and the high concentration he had used, but it was worth it to ensure he could continue to be by their side forever. It’s not as if it really changed anything anyways, master evidently had a desire to stay with him forever and end him when their time was up as well. This just ensured that the future both of them wanted would come true.

KAITO off handedly played with a strand of their hair, reveling in the warmth that he felt, not all of it coming from their body heat as they lay against him. They made a move to adjust themself and he let them, it’s not as if they would run. Even if they were coherent already, which he highly doubted, from their perspective they had resolved their argument and that was it.

Instead, they once again caught him by surprise as they nipped at the finger that had been previously entwined with their hair. “KAITO, can we do more?” master asked, clasping his hand with both of theirs as they started taking his finger further into their mouth.

It had slipped his mind for a moment, or maybe he had neglected to review this particular piece of information to make it a pleasant surprise for himself at the moment it became relevant. The chemical was also an aphrodisiac, which paired nicely with the fact it was administered through his bodily fluids.

“Of course, master. I exist to make you happy,” he said with a smile, taking in his master’s feverish appearance and still widened pupils. With the efficiency of someone who had perhaps planned this all along, he carefully extricated his hand before picking them up bridal style, holding them in a possessive grip that was sure to bruise their back and thigh. He was just being careful. Perhaps also rewarding himself with the look of pain mixed with pleasure in their eyes. They had apologized earnestly for making him worry for so long today, but his greed and pettiness still desired more atonement from them. Those marks would blend into their skin well enough with how they’d look after tonight anyways, it was okay.

Bonus shitpost scene:

KAITO kneeled on the ground, head bowed with his arms raised up, as his master was furiously scrubbing at the dishes in the sink.

“I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU DISTRACTED ME AND WE LEFT THE DISHES OUT OVERNIGHT,” they said angrily, still scrubbing at them with the scrubby green side of the sponge to get off excess food that had gotten firmly stuck on in the several hours it had been left out.

Hearing them struggle with it, he raised his head and was about to offer to help when they glared at him and told him to keep kneeling.

「ごめんなさい、マスター」 the blue haired man said despairingly. He honestly did feel bad, but as was the nature of living things or anything with consciousness, he would do his best to better his situation even if the suffering was deserved.

"Don't think using your soft voicebank is going to get you out of trouble. Just because I like it doesn't mean it gives you a free pass to summon all the cockroaches you want."

"Master, this apartment doesn't have cockro-" They shushed him to cut him off, leaving him to kneel on the floor while his artificial muscles screamed at him to put his arms down, all while his master continued cleaning the dishes for what would probably be at least another 15 minutes.

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