A/N: So. This is my first fanfic. Don't judge me too hard. I'm from Sweden, so please do try to ignore my bad english. Rated T for safety - I honestly don't know what will happen (at least not in detail). Well then... Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Vocaloid in any way (but, oh, how I want to), I'm just toying a little with Oliver.

Chapter 1

"They all scream at me, they cannot see,
this curtain hides me."

Oliver smiled faintly as he watched everyone getting ready for the evenings show. He stood there, behind the big, red curtain that separated the ring from the chaotic mess where everyone ran around, trying to get ready as fast as possible. Of course, Oliver didn't need to worry about the show; he wasn't a part of it. He had never been. He was the freeloader, travelling with the circus without doing anything in particular. But that was only natural for the inheritor of the Circus. His father had been the great ringmaster, and his mother one of the most talented acrobats in the whole country. However, they were both dead now. When Oliver was five their caravan had crashed and he was the only one who survived, with the left side of his face, his right knee and left ankle badly injured. Even now, the wounds had not healed and he wore bandages constantly and had slight problems with walking. Therefore, he couldn't perform with the rest of the circus, and not even help backstage. He was a burden, despised by everyone, and he knew it perfectly well. He laughed quietly and disappeared into the shadows, only his yellow eye visible in the darkness.

"Mother, mother! Can't I become an acrobat, too?" the five year old Oliver asked his mother one night. He was lying in his bed in the caravan, she sitting on the edge, smiling down at him.
"Why, of course you can. You'll become a great acrobat when you grow up".
"But I want to be one now. Why can't I now? I want to!" He frowned and glared at his mother, who just laughed softly at him.
"But, dear… It's only a couple of months until your birthday, and then we can start training. I promi-", the caravan started to shake violently, interrupting her. The cups on the table fell on the floor in tiny pieces, the pictures on the wall dangerously close to joining them. Oliver gasped, tears welling up in his eyes. "Mother… What's happening?"
"I don't know!" she answered, and he could hear the fear in her voice. He started to cry. Loud.
"We're going to die! Mother, I don't want to die!" He screamed as the caravan fell, landing on the roof. His mother screamed, and went silent as she hit the ceiling and a strange cracking sound came from her neck when Oliver landed on her. A terrible pain spread through his body, and he felt something hot and sticky in his face when a lamp collided with his head. Then his mind went black.

Oliver awoke with a gasp, covered in sweat. He gazed up at the stars while trying to calm his racing heart down. It was nothing unusual with this night, this dream. He dreamt it every night but he never got used to the cracking sound when his mother's neck snapped. Every night he awoke, trembling under the stars. Ever since the crash he refused to even be near a caravan. When they were travelling he rode on his pony, on the night he slept in the grass even if it rained. When his heart began beating normally he got on his feet and went for a walk, he already knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep anymore, he never could. This night, the Circus stayed by a lake that reflected the pale light of the full moon and made Oliver's eye gleam ghostly. He walked to the shore, touching the cold water with a bare foot. That's when he noticed someone standing on the other side of the lake. It was a boy, his yellow hair shining faintly as he glanced at Oliver. The boy smiled when he saw that he'd been noticed and turned around, dragging something, or someone, out of the shadows. It was a girl with the same hair color as the boy. Oliver wondered if they were siblings, but it was impossible to tell from this distance. They boy and the girl started walking round the lake, to a curiously watching Oliver. When they reached him he noticed that he had been right. They were siblings, perhaps even twins. They had the same playful blue eyes, the same faces that told Oliver that they were from Asia, and the same skinny bodies – though the boy was a little taller than the girl. He also had his hair tied in a short ponytail in the neck, leaving his bangs hanging in his eyes. The girl had a big, white ribbon tied on top of her head and had silver pins in her hair, which reached almost to her shoulders. Oliver watched the foreigners in amazement, it was the first time he'd seen anyone who wasn't from England.
"Um… Hello", he said shyly, wondering if they understood English. The boy smiled a breathtaking smile before he answered.
"Do you work at the Circus?" he said with a slight accent of an undefined language.
"Yes… I'm Oliver".
"Really? Then you're the inheritor?" he asked and Oliver nodded, a faint blush spreading on his cheeks. "Lovely. I'm Kagamine Len, and this is my sister Rin. We're your cousins".

A/N: There we are. The first chapter done! It didn't happen that much, but I needed to introduce Oliver. Don't hate me, Oliver insisted on it - so it isn't my fault. Wow... I'm wierd, right? ANYWAYS! Review?