'Len Kagamine's whole life had been based upon the fact that he was naturally unlucky. He always got the short end of the draw, that was just how it was. He would never think that his worst favourite person would come to take him out of his misery, especially not someone as perfect as Rin. Maybe, just maybe, his life was turning out the way it should've been from the start...'
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Dear Mrs Megurine,
Once again, I'm really, REALLY sorry about the hole I made in the wall of your classroom. It shouldn't of happened and I know what I did wrong. I was angry and I vented out my anger... on the wall.
Your English classroom is really lovely so I'm sure that you will be able to cover up the hole with a display on "tea" or something or better yet, let me make a display. I bet I can make your classroom even nicer by talking about how tea should be made with a sieve rather than with a tea bag because my art teacher says that I have a natural talent for drawing objects. (I think he means tea cups as well)
I am suspended for a week but after that I am free to help you with the wall.
Truly sorry,
Len Kagamine
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Dear Mr Kagamine,
I decided to read through your letter with an open mind but you still baffled me Mr Kagamine. I could not care less if you are "really REALLY sorry" about the hole that you managed to leave in my classroom wall. On the contrary, I am still wondering why your head of year hasn't found you a councillor yet. I can clearly remember myself giving you the letter for your parents to sign.
Moving away from that issue, I cannot grasp the concept of how you think I will ever let you make a display for my wall after that lack of self restraint against the wall. Especially one about tea. I'll have you know that during my years of living in England, I learnt a lot about the fine art that is tea and it is nowhere near as funny as you seem to think it is.
I would like to thank you for your offer to decorate the wall but I must tell you that it has already been sorted by a group of students that were willing to help.
Awaiting your return to the school,
Mrs Megurine
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Len finished reading the letter and slammed his head against his desk. He wasn't sure how he managed to mess up again. It was another mistake he could add to his not-so-clean record and that wasn't something he liked to do willingly. With a small flick of the wrist, he threw the screwed up letter into his trash bin before slamming his head against his desk once more.
"Len, dinner." He groaned as his older sister called his name like it was poison. His sister was called Lily and she was a perfect student with perfect grades and a perfect future. It made him feel sick just to think about how perfect her life was going to be.
"Coming." he grumbled, pushing himself up from his chair with his fists and slipping out of his room without bothering to turn the light off. It wasn't that he was lazy, he was just careless.
That was how he was in such a state.
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As Len picked at his food aimlessly with his fork, he decided to work out where the day before had gone wrong. It wasn't as if he had planned to leave a mark in the wall of an innocent classroom, it had only happened because of his infamous bad luck.
Maybe, he often thought, it wasn't even bad luck, it was just that he was born to live a bad life.
Anyway, instead of thinking about the cabbage on his plate, Len thought about his most recent 'problem' at school.
Unlikely as it sounds, Len believed that the day had started off well. He had woken up and successfully combed his hair without finding an impossible knot in it. Then he had rushed out of the house, in a hurry, to make his way to school. When he sat in his seat in the classroom, no one laughed at his hair or mocked him for being short – he had been left alone. That pleased him.
The day had gone by smoothly until, finally, it was lunchtime. This was of course, Len's worst favourite time of the day.
He had sat at his usual hiding place (under a blossom tree) and decided to finish of his drawings. Len was not particularly smart or athletic, but when it came to art he was considered some sort of genius. He could draw the most complex things and make them look so incredibly beautiful and detailed that it sent most into shock.
That being said, Len wasn't one to flash around his talent.
He was actually rather shy.
So, as he vigorously pressed his pencil against the paper, he didn't notice his worst enemy come towards him – Rin Kagamine.
Now, if Lily was considered perfect, Rin was considered the Goddess of perfect. The way the bow in her hair was always straight and never crooked, the way Rin could ace any test she wanted to and even the way she smiled was enough to give her such a title. The reason Len hated her was for her devilish alter ego that always seemed to be directed towards him.
"Oi, Lenny, whatcha drawin'?" she asked, peering over the boy's shoulder to take a look at the picture. "It looks like a pig farted all over the paper."
Len decided to ignore her comment and he continued to draw.
"Lenny!" Rin whined, her face suddenly expressing a pout. "Don't ignore me when I'm talking to you!"
Still, Len continued to ignore her.
That was until Rin ripped the paper out of his hands and grinned devilishly at him. She stood up and waved the paper around proudly. "Haha, gotcha!"
Rin knew of Len's short temper and she was willing to use it against him.
"Hey, give that back!"
"You stopped ignoring me!" Rin exclaimed triumphantly, still waving the drawing around. "I'll guess I'll just have to keep this paper!"
With that Rin took off running. She knew for experience that Len would pursue her and she was definitely going to use that to her advantage.
Not far behind her, Len was running.
He ran towards the school building that he had seen Rin enter and stopped to catch his breath.
"Give me that back!" he shouted down the corridor, his eyes narrowed as he looked around for Rin. He took a guess and opened the door to the nearest classroom he could see and was a little surprise when he saw Rin perched on the teacher's desk.
She laughed. "I knew you would follow."
Rin stood up and smirked at Len, "You're too obsessive over your drawings not to follow. What do they call that?" Rin though for a moment. "Oh, I know... vanity."
"Shut up." Len said quietly with a growl escaping him before he could stop it. "Give it back."
"I don't get a please?" asked Rin with an innocence to her tone.
Len shook his head.
"No?" Rin questioned again. "Oh well."
In one swift movement Rin ripped the drawing in two and cackled as she watched Len's eyes water and his face grow red.
Len lurched into action, his fist aiming for Rin's face. The blonde girl was ready for it though and ducked out of the way, watching his fist make contact with the wall of the room.
"Mr Kagamine."
Len turned around after he had seen the damage he had made to the wall.
"Head Master's office,"
Len wanted to cry so badly.
"Now."
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"I'm finished." Len announced as he brought his unused fork down against his plate. Not one piece of food had been eaten on his plate, but none of his family seemed to care.
"You can do the washing up tonight, Len."
Len nodded. "Yes, mother."
"The drying too." Len's father added.
"Yes, father."
"My room needs cleaning." Lily said, grinning.
"I'll get right to it, Lily."
"Don't forget to clean the rest of the house."
"I wouldn't let something so important leave my mind."
Maybe if Len was in Rin's shoes, thing would've been different. Unfortunately, he was just the unlucky Len Kagamine forever. Born with a plastic spoon in his mouth, as opposed to a silver one.
Authors Note:
First fanfiction! I have a the urge to do a fist pump right now~ ah well, as you can tell this is just a normal Rin x Len fanfiction!
It's set in Japan (which you might have guessed already) because that makes my life easier and your imagination wider. ^^
I must say that I did feel sorry for Len as I wrote this, I feel as if I made he quite the vulnerable character unintentionally, but I am sticking with how I have written this chapter thus far!
I hope you like it and I hope you have a good day. Hope you type to you if you read this story again!