Just a little story I wrote in 2 days. (My teachers got mad though...XD)

I do not own the Vocaloids! If I did...would this really be on here? And would I be dirt poor also? -managed to scrape up a doller in coins last night-

Hello. It's not easy to have a life like mine. I'll explain to you that story after I tell you a little bit about myself.

I am 16 years old. I am known for many things. Like my singing voice. But, the main thing is my "perfect" hair. Truth is, it's only straight and soft for one reason; it's not my real hair. Yes, I wear a wig. You're asking why aren't you? I wear a wig because...

"Rin! Pay attention!" My teacher shouted bringing me back to reality.

My head snapped to face the front of the room. "Sorry! I was thinking about something!"

"What were you thinking about?" She questioned.

I looked down, "I'd rather not say."
Glancing over at my friend Len, he gave me a worried look. The bell rang, signaling the end of school. I stood up and began to walk out. I felt a pain in my torso. I dropped to the ground. Len ran up to me, "Are you okay?"

I was out of breath. I just couldn't answer him. "Let's get you to the hospital."
He helped me up and started to take me to the hospital. We walked in and I saw my doctor. He put his clipboard down and ran over to me. "What happened?"
"She was walking out of class and just collapsed." Len explained.

My doctor sighed. "I was afraid this would happen."

I woke up in a familiar room. A hospital room. I looked over at the table next to the bed. The clipboard was there. Reaching for it, I grabbed it. "This isn't good..."
Len walked in, "You're awake..."

"Yeah." I sat the bed up.

He came toward me and took the clipboard. He sighed and hooked it on the foot of the bed. "It can't be. I don't want you to."
"I don't either." I stated, letting a tear slide down my cheek. "I...I'm not ready."
I heard the door open, and my classmates walked in, "Hey!"

"How you feelin'?"

"Like crap." I smiled. "But, I feel better than I have before."

~Later~

I stared out the window from the bed. I saw a flash of yellow. I smiled and then looked up at the clouds.

The door opened. Len walked in. I noticed he was blushing. "What's wrong?"
Walking over to my side, he sat down. "Is there...anything you want to do before...IT happens?"

I thought about it, "Well, I really want to go on a first date. But...They won't let me leave the hospital."
Len brought out a flower from behind his back. "Then let me take you out while you're here.""Huh?"
He patted my head, "What? Are you afraid?"
"Don't touch my head!"
"I forgot, you're a little self-conscious about it."
I grabbed his hand, "You have big hands."
"No. You just have small hands.

I smiled, "And by the way, I'm only self-conscious about my head because I have...this medical issue."

He sighed, "Personally, I like the way it feels. It's so...soft."

I laughed, "You sounded like a shota again."

His smile disappeared, "I thought we settled this. I'm not a shota anymore."
Shrugging, I said, "I know. I just said that you sounded like it again."

Len shook his head and changed the subject. "So, what's your reply to my offer?"

"If you really want to." I said, looking back out the window.

His smile returned, "Sorry, I don't have any food."

"It's alright."

I heard the bed creak. Looking back at Len, he'd moved closer to me. I felt him lightly press his lips against mine. He moved away, "Sorry."

I touched my lips and then smiled, "It's alright."

~Len's POV~

I didn't go to school for about a week a few days after mine and Rin's "date". You see, about 3 days later; Rin passed away in her sleep. I was just...depressed.

When I walked into the classroom, some of my classmates gasped. "Len!"
"Where've you been?"

I didn't say anything in fear of my voice cracking, resulting in me crying. I wouldn't cry! I wasn't a shota anymore!

The bell rang, starting class. My teacher stood up, "First of all, I'd like to welcome Len back."

I continued to stare at my desk. "Where's Rin? Is she still in the hospital?"

I winced at Rin's name. "No, she's not."

"Where is she then?"

"You didn't know?" I asked. "You didn't wonder why she was she was the way she was?"

"Well, I did wonder about her hair."

"It was a wig. Rin...she had no hair."

"Huh?"

I sighed, "She lost all of it a few months back."

"Why?"

"What happened?"

It was like they were shooting me with a question machine gun. "Rin is dead." I said with a shaky breath.

"How did she die?"

Tears slid down my cheeks as I told them how Rin Kagamine lost her life.

"She had cancer..."

Oh shiznit! Sad ending. I know. I cried myself. That's not a good thing is it?

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