A/N: I got inspired from watching something on t.v. and it made me wonder... Uh, so this story I split it into two parts, 'This Year' and 'Last Year'. And it's all gonna be told in Rin's pov.

And this story is gonna be Siblings!LenxRin. So yeah.

Thanks to Righty (Rightside Reflection) for beta-reading this chapter.

Disclaimer: will never own Vocaloid.


This Year:

I shouldn't have come back...

The pattering raindrops that fell from the darkening clouds, descended from my cheeks. The breeze that swept by, cooled the summer air. I inhaled the aroma of the rain.

A police officer stood near the road talked in a loud discussion with the other lady police officer. I took a glance at them, while I continued to swing on the rusty swings.

Squeak…squeak…squeak…

"Hey, so did you hear about that case?" He asked his partner. Standing by the curb, leaning on his car, also enjoying the rain.

"Yeah. It's strange how the brother was reported missing, confirmed he was alive, found his body, and now, he just…disappeared."

I smiled bitterly. Yes, they had some of the basic information. I pushed my weight beneath the soaked sand, allowing myself to be propelled a few feet.

"Huh, I wonder what really happened. So what's going to happen now?" Apparently he was new to the force.

"It's going to be declared a closed case, that's what."

Good. It was for the better anyways.

After that day, I didn't feel the same as I was. Kagamine Rin, it felt like she disappeared. Replaced with a girl that has nothing to look forward to. Nothing. To regain that same self, it was difficult. Just like it was difficult to let something go that you hold a great deal of value of. But I did it anyways.

"Hey kid!"

My eyes turned towards the police officers. He gestured for me to come closer. I did. The rusty, metal chains on the swings, jingled as I got up from my seat. It sounded similar to a reaper with chains wrapped around the scythe and around it's ankles and wrist. A crime it had done when they were still living.

"Why are you alone out here, kid?"

"Just passing time." I wasn't completely lying.

He gave me a questioning look. "How old are you?"

"Seventeen," I lied.

"Why are out in such weathers…"

I wanted to glare at him, but caught myself. "Sir, it's just rain. Enjoying the weather a crime?"

He changed the subject. Probably not used to smart-assed kids. "What's your name?" Are cops even allowed to ask such basic information out in the open?

I didn't hesitate to answer. "Kagamine Rin." They both gasped. It wasn't unexpected.

The case they were just talking about, the kid that was related to the person, was standing before them. To them, I was considered a missing person. Unnoticed that such a person was even alive.

Perhaps I should have used a fake name, I thought about that awhile ago. But decided against it. For them anyways.

"I-I apologize…" He murmured, a guilty expression was washed over him. The lady nodded for her condolence.

I looked away. I didn't want to get sympathy. I hated it. Him being gone was for the better. I can't be selfish. "Don't apologize."

"But-"

"We'll found out," the lady interfered. I turned my attention towards the other cop. I was shocked. Didn't they just say it'll be a closed case? "This case won't end."

What a big statement to say! A big promise to make to a 'little kid'. I opened my mouth to say what was appropriate. "Thank you." I bit my lip, refraining me from saying any more than I should.

It's been a year now. The case has been long closed. It's done. Nothing more they can do. It's no use to pick up pieces when there are none.

I shouldn't have come back…

Last Year:

The rain continued to pound on my window.

Tap, tap, tap.

Absenting, I listened to the soothing melody. The temperature in the apartment had gotten colder when rain comes around. I stared at the open window, wanting to close it. It stared back. The only hands that have touched it was his.

I touched the towel that lay on my shoulder, bringing it upwards, rubbing it into my soaked blond hair. The rain pounded louder from outside. I glanced at the television. A mystery show was on. I loved this show, but didn't pay attention today. My mind was rushing at, what it felt like, eighty miles per hour.

I grabbed the remote besides me and turned the volume louder, so that it would overpower the sound of rain. It sounded like a storm was outside. I wanted the sound to overpower my thoughts, but it didn't.

Pushing myself off the couch, I felt a scowl on my face. Shivering when my bare feet made contact with the wooden floor, I treaded towards the calendar on the wall. Marking a X on today's date with a marker that lie on the counter.

"Didn't you say you'd be back last week, Len?" I muttered to myself. Worry crossed my brow.

Ring, ring, ring…

I stumbled towards the phone. "Yes?"

"Rin!" I smiled hearing his voice. He was okay. "I'm sorry. Our field trip is gonna last a bit longer. But I'll be back by the end of this week."

I glanced back at the calendar. Today was Monday. Shaking off the disappointment, I replied, "It's okay."

"…Are you sure? I mean, I called you because I didn't want you to be worried about your bro."

I smirked. Speaking with a mocking tone, "Che, who said I was worried about you?"

"I…had a feeling."

My smirk faded away. He knew. I laughed nervously into the phone. "I-It's probably a false alarm or something… You know, twin telepathy doesn't really work," I quickly changed the subject, "um, Len, be careful, okay?"

"Yeah."

"Um, I have to go now-"

"Rin." I could hear how serious he was.

"What?"

"Running away isn't going to help."

My eyes widened. I knew what he was talking about. That I was one to keep my emotions hidden. Faking that nothing was wrong when there was something. Len had tried to break this barrier these years. "I know…" My voice lowered to a whisper.

"Rin, then why-"

I hanged up the phone. I wasn't in the mood to have such a talk. Treading back towards the couch, I stared blankly back at the television.

Last Year - One Weeks Later:

After school, I walked home, ignoring the stares and complaints I had gotten for walking slower than what people normally walk. I had many things that ran through my mind. I felt guilty. The last time I talked to Len was when I hanged up on him. Was he mad? Was he injured? I didn't know what to think. Only the worst case scenarios.

I stopped when my foot ran into a blockage. I looked up. I had reached our apartment complex. Walking towards our mailbox, I pressed the key into the lock, yanking the door open.

My eyes turned towards the stairs, hearing footsteps. "Took ya that long to walk home from school, Rin-chan?"

"I told you to call me 'Rin', Miku."

Miku was a childhood friend of mine and Len. We knew her for about eight years now. She went to the same school as Len and I, but today I wanted to be left alone when I walked home. She knew that, so she went home first. We were neighbors with her when we were kids, and still are neighbors. Apartment neighbors now.

She laughed while walking towards her own mailbox, her teal pig tails followed obediently behind. Jamming the key into the lock, the door opened, she grabbed her mail. "Tell me when Len calls, okay? We're all worried about him, not only you," she paused. Putting her hands together, she began to crack her knuckles. "And Meiko and I wanna kick his ass for you too. Making you worried sick…"

I lightly smiled. She was trying to cheer me up. "Thanks, Miku."

Meiko was another one of our neighbors. And a close friend of ours. She was like our mother, like a mother bear protecting her cubs.

"Hehe," she scratched the back of her head. "No probs! What are friends for."

She turned to leave, asking me, "Didn't something happen here?"

I said, "Yeah, a patrolman got killed…"

"Trying to save a little girl, huh? It was on the news… I feel bad for him though."

"Yeah."

Shutting the door behind me, I treaded towards my room. Glancing towards the side, I saw Len's room. The apartment we had was smaller than the rest of the apartments in the complex, having only two bedrooms, one bathroom, living room, and kitchen were smaller in size. But it was enough for us, we were happy with it.

Changing into my pajamas, I walked towards the kitchen. Turning my attention towards the digital clock on the microwave, it read, 'six fifteen'. Miku was right, how it took me a long time to walk home.

Finished making dinner, I sat on the couch, the television as my only companion. I wondered if Len would really come back. He said he would, but now I'm having doubts.

The lights and television went off. The power was down. I sighed. Now I didn't have anything to do, and being stuck in the dark.

Ding dong…

I heard a voice from outside, "Crap!"

My hopes were high when I ran towards the door. Did Len finally come home? I opened the door with a smile on my face. "Len?"

A patrol man stood there with a flashlight. My smile disappeared. He said, "Good evening." I noticed his overly joy smile, it was creepy, but I didn't say anything.

I replied back, "Evening…" I felt disappointed. Thinking he came back.

"I'm sorry, but the power just went off and the back-up switch is in this apartment… Do you mind if I take a look?"

"Not at all."

He entered our apartment. Looking to the right of the door, he shined his flashlight. Reaching to pull the switch, the lights came on. Smiling he said, "There." He looked around, like he was trying to find something.

I asked him, suspicious with his actions. "Um, is something the matter?"

"Just wondering, but where's Kagamine-kun?"

I looked away. "Oh, he's not back from his trip yet…" I muttered my response quietly.

"I see… So it's just you here?"

Yeah, dumbass. I made up a lie, not wanting to trust this guy anymore. "He said he'll be back this evening. My neighbor and I will pick him up."

"Oh, okay," he continued to look around the room. I narrowed my eyes. Leave already, will ya? "Well, I have to be on patrol now. Goodbye." He walked out of the apartment, smiling the same creepy smile.

I slam the door shut in his face. I was being rude, but he was someone I didn't want to trust.

After that weird incident, I went to do dishes. Finishing up, I got ready for bed. Eight o' five. Early for bed, but my eyes were getting heavier by the minute. My thoughts didn't stop accelerating at eighty miles per hour. But maybe getting some shut eye was better.

Awoken from a noise outside my shut door, I groggily opened my eyes. Becoming alert, I grabbed my worn-out baseball bat stationed beside my door, and twisted the door open. I crept outside, hiding behind the wall.

An intruder in the apartment complex wasn't rare. Having the fact that Len would always be the one who enters the door last without locking it. 'Oh, but Rin, this is a friendly apartment.' Friendly, my ass… But he would always be the one to protect me.

Hearing pots and pans being moved, I gripped the bat closer to my chest. Turning the corner, I saw a figure standing in the kitchen. I couldn't make out the face, the window above the sink made the sun shine violently in my eyes. Raising the bat above my head, I ran towards the figure, aiming on an instinct.

The figure abruptly turned around, hearing my loud footsteps. "Oh, hey Rin!"

Bam!

"Gah!" The blond cried from the floor, clutching his head. "What kind of greeting is that?"

I dropped my bat. That voice… It was Len. Taking a moment to take that thought in, I threw myself at him in a tight embrace when I finally realized. "Len!"

He groaned in pain. As if I didn't hurt him enough.

"Ah! I-I'm sorry." I withdrew my embrace, muttered out my apology, looking away. He hugged me back with the hand that wasn't clutched to his head.

"It's alright… Y-You didn't mean it."

I snuck a glance at where I had hit him. Blood had oozed out, tainting his blond locks. "Len! Y-You're bleeding!"

He took the hand off his head, disbelief with what I had said. He gasped when he saw the blood drip from his palms.

"I-I'll get the first aid!" I sprinted towards the bathroom. Opening the cabinet, I dug my hand through the cluttered mess, in search of the first aid. I stumbled out, avoiding tripping myself.

"I'm sorry, Len…" I murmured, guilty with what I had done. Cleansing his wound with the disinfectant. Making sure I had the gauze beside me.

He hissed in pain. "It's okay. I told you that already."

My shaking hands reached to unwrap the gauze. With that done, I began to wrap it around the wound. "No, it's not."

He sighed, "Yes it is, Rin. You didn't mean too," he took a glance at me. Smiling cheekily, he asked, "So if you are this worried about me, you must have been really worried when your bro was gone on the trip, right?"

I stopped my work. Stammering out of a reply, "W-What? N-No I wasn't! What are you talkin' about?" I looked away, feeling my cheeks warm up from embarrassment.

Len chuckled. I gave him a glare, my cheeks still burning up. It made him laugh harder. I pouted. Stupid, Len.

Finishing up, I tied a knot. "Done!" I glanced back at him. A question I wanted to ask. "But wait, why didn't you call me? I could've picked you up from the airport and made you breakfast," I pointed at the food on the table he prepared for us. "Not the other way around."

Scratching his head, a habit he did, he winced from the pain. Stupid. "Truthfully, I don't even know."

I was confused now. "What do you mean by that?"

He sighed again. "Rin, can we talk about this later? I don't even know myself," I heard his stomach growl. He blushed and looked away. "And…I'm hungry…"

I laughed. "You fail!" Tears appeared from the corner of my eyes as I laughed harder. I wiped them away. "And I didn't hit you that hard to make you forget how you got here!"

I saw him scowl. Muttering, "S-shut up…"

Finally calming down. I poked his forehead. "Thought you were gonna need stitches, but the wound wasn't that deep. Guess I didn't hit you that hard."

He glared at me. "You hit me hard enough, thanks."

I giggled. Standing up, I brushed the wrinkles off my pajamas. What time was it? I looked at the clock on the wall. Eight fifteen. Huh, early. And glad that it was a weekend too.

Strolling towards the dinner table, I sat myself down on the chair. I stared deeply at the food. From pancakes, toast, to fruit. He made a lot for breakfast… I grabbed a plate, filling it with the variety of breakfast. I proclaimed cheerfully, "Thanks for the breakfast, Len!"

I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, putting a slice of pancake in my mouth. Sighing, he scratched the back of his head, "Jeez, what a troublesome girl…"


A/N: I'll probably rewrite or edit this chapter later... Felt like I sorta rushed it. And I hope this chapter wasn't too boring.

Reviews and constructive criticism are always appreciated~!