Summary: Rin, a middle-school first year along with Kaito, A middle-school first year are the most popular people around. An antisocial boy transfers in as a new student, his name is Len. At first Len is reserved, doesn't like talking and has an annoying, cocky attitude that immediately puts Kaito off. But Rin, wants to know more about this 'Len', as she becomes trapped in his eyes, lost in his words... Len's former girlfriend is still haunting him... Rin will face heartbreak, decisions, rivalry... As she enters the battlefield of love. When tough times are ahead, her beloved is not by herside... Kaito takes advantage... When he returns... Will everything be gone? Will Rin still be his?
A/N: First fanfiction released on here... LenxRin ;3 R&R please? I know I did a crappy job for the first chapter... As I'm starving to death and my brain is practically idea-less- but, I'm hoping to increase the length of chapters as time goes by! (-w-) thank you for reading this!
Twenty two centimeters, Twenty centimeters, Eighteen centimeters. The distance between my nose and his, was growing shorter. I could hear his heavy breathing, I dare to say his breath smelled like strawberries. His scent surrounded me, unlike Kaito or Rinta, or my Papa, he smelled... Different. Not in the bad way, in... A good way.
It was calming and soothing. But what captivated me most were his fascinating, jewels of eyes. They were a dazzling cerulean with light azure shades and dark navy, his pupils looked like the darkest shade of blue... Yet I knew it was really black. Those eyes of his had captured me, thrown me into an impenetrable maze, deeper, vaster than the ocean with so many dead-ends... That I can't look away from them.
There are things that we don't realize, or don't bother to look at when passing by. We curse, we hate, we rage at the things we don't have. As a child, we ran along the walkpaths and laughed, a pure laugh with a pure smile. At that time, our friendship and feelings were true. As we grow older, friends... We wonder, are they really friends?
When we are busy in our self-centered lives, caught up in the fast flowing whirlpools of reality... We don't stop to admire the beauty around us. Unlike a child, who is so easily fascinated by the birds or the leaves, or the sound of the wind rustling the branches.
What do we want from life?
Why do we hide ourselves from reality?
Why do people create ideals?
Why are we alive and breathing?
What is... Fate?
I was scribbling down these emotional, deep notes, maybe because I was bored? Or maybe because I just felt this way deep inside?
I'm deep. I'm emotional. I can always manage to cheer someone up. But after I do, I think to myself: 'Beautiful you can't do it yourself.'
He, unlike those other boys in our class, was different. Immediately I heard whispers when the new student took the first step into the classroom. The boys had looked up from their mangas, consoles and games, while some of the girls looked up from their makeup kits and cellphones.
"Excuse me class," Kiyoteru-sensei cleared his throat, as he placed the books on his podium (of where he does his lectures, speeches etc.). The boys began groaning and mumbling as they clicked their consoles, closed their books and sat up. While the girls busily stored their makeup and more in their bags.
Glancing around, Kiyoteru-sensei's eyes fell on me.
"Kagamine-san, please pay attention too."
Shifting towards him I finnished my sentence quickly: 'Maybe today I will understand. What it means.'
"Sorry, Sensei." I apologized before glancing quickly to Luka and Miku, cursing that they didn't warn me earlier. Like they were supposed to.
Clearing his throat again, he straightened his back and put on a bright smile.
"It's a new week, so let's work hard everyone."
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeahhhh." The class droned- about to whine about the 'Are you failing-bad so you need a tutor- math exam.'
"But before we leap into the wonderful world of math, we have a new student joining us today." He looked to the door and beckoned for the person to step in. Everyone's eyes were glued to him as he took the first step into the classroom.
"Introduce yourself please, Kagamine." Kiyoteru-sensei urged him,
The boy was tall, maybe just a bit shorter than Kaito. His hair was a sandy blonde, with bangs that covered his eyes. He didn't fit in with the uniform he was wearing. Other than that, he was fit with long fingers and a nicely curved chin.
Bowing slightly he spoke, his voice was rather soft- so everyone strained to hear him.
"I'm Len Kagamine, I transferred from America."
"He is not related to Rin."
Liar. His Japanese was too good being someone who transferred recently. Kaito seemed to think the same way too, as his hand shot up.
"Yes, Kaito?" Kiyoteru-sensei nodded to him,
"Your Japanese is really good, is this your first time here?" His dark blue eyes were narrowed, in a suspicious way. "If it isn't, which school were you from before?" there was a smirk on his face, "And... Why did you come to our school?"
"No. It isn't." He replied curtly, before lifting his head a bit higher. "And I don't see why I must tell you which school I was from earlier, or the reason why I moved schools. It is prying into personal privacy."
"Oooooooooh." The boys laughed, it was a really unnusual sight to see Kaito being pwned by a newcomer.
"Kagamine transferred in from Yokohama, as you've all heard, its a top-notch school. I believe his American school was also very good. But, just because Len-kun was raised in America, you cannot accuse him of not being Japanese. His mother and father both are, you see." Kiyoteru-sensei was explaining rather enthusiastically.
"Since we have a new student," Kiyoteru-sensei returned to the main subject, "The math-test today will be called off. And Len-kun, you may have the seat next to Kagamine Rin." Clapping his hands he called above the noise, "And, it's free. Don't forget the music lesson in 45 minutes though, I believe Kaito-kun will make sure."
"Yes Sensei." He got up and followed after the teacher, while I turned to Miku who was staring in an awestruck way. Luka on the other hand, avoided eye contact with the new student- Len.
"What's wrong?" I asked as I turned my chair around to face the two,
Miku- a teen model with insanely long teal colored hair usually in pigtails, looked very surprised. While Luka- again, with insanely long hair that is a light pink.
"D-don't you think he kinda...Looks...Cute?" Miku was breathing and staring at him with lovestruck eyes, "I mean...I caught a glimpse of his eyes."
"He's not cute at all. Nothing compared to Gakupo." Luka stated, rather clearly. "I don't feel really well, I'm leaving. Tell Sensei for me, please?" Standing up abruptly, she picked up her schoolbag and passed by his desk. For a second, I could've sworn I saw their eyes meet, Luka's aura felt dark...
"They were beautiful!" Miku was whispering, not to me- more like to herself as she began clutching her chest in a rather dramtic way, "The way he fought off Kaito-sama... Means... Rivalry!"
Coughing, I flicked through the pages of my notebook. "Hmm. I thought you liked Kaito, Miku."
Stating the obvious, she just seemed to realize it herself. "OH dear..." She was blushing bright red, "If I had to choose..."
"Will it be the cheerful, friendly, protective Knight- Kaito, or will it be the quiet, lonely, yet seductive Earl- Len?" Gakupo interjected, smiling as he began jotting down notes. Ideas for his little cellphone novel.
"I wonder..." Miku actually looked deep in thought, which startled me- a little. Her gorgeous eyes (I am not lesbian.) and her head rested on her slender fingers, staring at him with a blank expression.
"Would you stop eavesdropping?" I rolled my eyes but smiled and playfully punched him on the chest. "Luka says you're better than the Kagamine."
"Oooh~" Gakupo grinned a wide grin, "How beautiful of my lover,"
"You sound so old fashioned." I was giggling quietly, "And why'd you call him lonely? He's got a bunch of girls dancing around him."
"Pfft. Maybe not." Gakupo shrugged, a light blush on his face as he whispered. "Did Luka really say that?"
I fall backwards and smile teasingly,
"What would I get tricking you?"
Gakupo just smiled, as he rambled on about Luka. Miku has joined his offical fan-club and were asking millions of questions. I thought about it, I noticed the way he stared blankly out the window and answered the girls questions. He didn't fit in. The thought of him being "different" was right. Indeed...There was a lonely aura coming off from him. An Aura that wouldn't stop flowing.
I wanted to help him. But before that. I needed to know him better. A lot better.