Hey.. How was your day? Fine? Nice.. The weather is beautiful, ain't it? The moon.. So.. Crystal Clear... I'm sorry! *Gets thrown at by tomatoes* It's.. It's... Just that... School.. You know.. *Gets thrown at by more tomatoes* I'll try harder! I promise!... Oh, and if you were hoping for another chapter of Vocaloid High School Host Club... Then... Sorry to disappoint you... *Gets thrown at by bricks* BUT I'M NOT DISCONTINUING IT! I PROMISE I'LL WORK ON IT BUT... This story.. It just couldn't leave my mind. Sorry. I'll try updating it A.S.A.P. On to the NEW story! :D

Chapter 1

"You know she'll faint again, right?"

"But.. We have to try!"

"No! SHE. WILL. FAINT. AGAIN!"

"But-"

"PERIOD."

"Mmmfh..." Shifting from side to side, I struggled to open my eyes.

"Hey, shut up! She's waking up!" A high-pitched female voice rang against my ear drums in a soft whisper.

"Mmfh!" Quickly opening my eyes, the light blinded me, causing an instant headache to wash over me.

"Shit! Are you okay?" A girl in two teal pigtails rubbed my temples.

"Fine?" My statement turned out as a question, unsure as my headache slowly left.

"You shouldn't move around too much even if you're being discharged today." The girl slowly removed her delicate fingers from my temples.

"Yeah.. But... Who are you?" I asked as I replaced her fingers from my temples with mine.

The soft chatter quickly died down. Their cheerful faces were replaced with shock.

"Wha... What? How can you NOT remember me? I'm your best friend! Remember? Me! Miku!" She pointed at herself with a forceful smile as if she were trying not to believe I've forgotten her.

"Miku, calm down. The accident, remember? The doctor said this would happen. Let's not force her to remember everything. Take it slow." Long, luscious, pink hair trailed behind a girl as she walked over. "Hello, my name is Luka. And, obviously, this crazy girl over here is Miku." Luka playfully pinched Miku's cheeks as Miku's smile slowly reappeared. "So, how much do you remember?" Luka directed towards me.

"..Um.. Not much, actually.. My name is.. Rin, right?"

"Thank goodness you know your name. What else do you know? Do you know which school you go to?"

"No.."

"Your family?"

"...Um.. No."

The two girls awkwardly shifted in place.

"...What?"

The two looked at each other for a moment before returning their gaze towards me.

The drive back to my house seemed to have taken longer than it should have been because of the silence.

We made a stop in front of a white, large mansion with drop-dead orange features. My mouth hung wide open as we stepped inside. Memories of my home began flashing past me when the two, large doors were opened and we walked into what seemed like my living room.

"So.. This is your house. Anything seem familiar?"

I sent glances at almost every detail: the orange walls; the yellow-orange carpeting; almost the entire inside of the house was covered in orange. After looking around, I finally spoke.

"Yeah. I remember this place.. My parents... I think... they.. they handed this house over to me because I refused to leave." A slight chuckle escaped my lips with a hint of sorrow.

"Really? Wow.." The girl in teal pigtails leaned closer to the other girl's ear whispering something faint, but enough for me to hear. "...Hasn't she always used to tell us that she stayed here because of-.. Does she remember 'that person'?" Unfortunately, a few parts were whispered too low that even my "superhuman" senses weren't able to hear it.

Slowly, I dragged my foot across the yellow-orange carpet towards a shelf full of picture frames. Yellow borders framed the pictures inside. My cerulean eyes glanced over to a certain picture of a boy and a girl. The girl was obviously me, but the boy was unknown to me. "Hey, who is he?" I pointed towards another picture frame that framed a picture of the same boy alone.

"Oh, that's-.." Luka's voice was suddenly interrupted by a screaming Miku. Miku lunged towards the picture frame, throwing it furiously onto the floor. She repeatedly stomped on the frame, shattering the glass into pieces and ripping the picture with the tip of her shoe's heel. The girl continued yelling at the picture, still stomping on it, refusing to stop before being pulled away by Luka. Adrenaline pumped throughout my body after watching Miku suddenly breaking down.

"Sempai! What's going on?!" I choked on my words a bit seeing Miku shuddering as an aftermath of her breakdown.

"Sorry, Rin-chan. We have to go now. Oh, and call me 'Luka'." Luka twirled around on her heel, a shaking Miku in her arms.

"Luka! Wai-" Before even finishing, the front door slammed, leaving me alone, pointing towards the door with my mouth wide open.

Wh-what just happened? Who is this person? And.. why did he make Miku so mad? I glanced at the floor towards the shattered glass. Letting out a sigh, I headed towards a closet filled with supplies. Bending down, I began cleaning up the glass only to find that a piece of the picture was still intact. The piece only consisted of the boy's head, his bright, blue eyes and pale skin equally fit with his golden-like hair. Across the room, staring straight into a mirror, I noticed that my features closely resembled his. Maybe he's a relative..

With the floor spotless, I headed up a group of spiral, white stairs. A long hallway extended from each side of the staircase, the walls still having a citrus color to them. Ten bedrooms each had a personal bathroom as large as a normal one floor house, the biggest bedroom belonging to Rin. Heading towards the bedroom, she passed a couple of rooms that were used as a game room, dojo, gym, music room, and another kitchen. The hall was circled around a hole centered in the middle for viewing the living room that was downstairs.

"Why am I living in such a big home... alone?" My cheeks grew red once I had noticed me talking to myself.

I continued heading towards my bedroom. Two, white doors with wooden-carved handles were opened as I stepped inside the room. It took a while for me to finally catch my breath at the grand room. Most of the furniture was made of marble, everything being fancy. The room still resembled a room of a teenage girl's, but fifty times bigger. Cute, stuffed animals sat on the king-size bed with yellow pillows and sheets. Orange curtains towered over the bed, giving it a sort of princess-y effect. A large plasma TV, the size of a theater's, hung on the wall across from the bed.

"..."

I stared again at the sight.

"... I know EXACTLY what to do.."

Running towards the bed, I leaped onto it and felt myself drowning in ecstasy. Looking straight ahead, I noticed the remote laying on a desktop next to a computer the size of a normal TV. Nooo.. I don't want to leave this fluffy heaven!

Wouldn't it be cool if the TV turned on by my voice? Laughing, at myself I yelled out, "Haha! Impossible! My TV won't just turn on by me saying, 'ON.' Haha!"

Suddenly, a flash of white appeared on the television and a drama was shown. Once again, my mouth hung wide open. Who am I? WHY DO I HAVE SO MUCH MONEY?! I smiled to myself as I walked over to the desk that held the computer. Under the desk was a box that contained an orange laptop. I set the box under the desk with the laptop still at hand. Before walking away, I suddenly caught my eye on a white, hard-cover book covered in orange stickers. Typical me. I gently set the laptop on the desk and sit on an office chair. Grabbing the book, my intentions were to skim through the pages, hoping to find any important memories. Unfortunately, my wishes weren't granted as my eyes glanced at a silver lock. Great... Now, where's the key? Frantically, I searched my entire bedroom for possible spots of where I hid the key. Sighing, I gave up, and decided to look for the key another time.

All alone, I gave myself a tour of the house. After a VERY long time of exploring the mansion, I found many secret passageways that could possibly be used for future purposes. With this, I could easily win a game of hide-and-seek! I softly giggled and threw myself under the covers of my bed, awaiting another day filled with enjoyment.

"Hey, wake up! Rin!"

"Hmm? Sweetie is that you?" My hands lifted itself and slid to the back of what seemed to be a person's neck. That is when I received a slap to my face.

"Wake the hell up, Rin!"

My eyes were half-opened but could faintly see a figure in front of me. "W-who.. Who are y-you?" I slowly opened my mouth to let out a yawn until a pair of soft lips were planted onto mine. In between those lips, a warm, wet tongue slid into my supposed yawn. The lips and tongue left as soon as they entered and footsteps were heard leaving.

My eyes suddenly snapped open to find the 'Mouth Intruder,' but to my disappointment, no one was there. Looking around the library, I found several people there, all of them being boys, but too busy peering down at their books to notice my gaze.

Oh, yeah! I'm at "school"- WAIT! That's not the point here! Who the hell just made out with me?!

Looking around once again, no one seemed to notice my presence. Worry took over me as I tried to quickly calm myself down by chomping on a dozen of oranges I brought with me. Calm down. Calm down. Calm down. I was probably just imagining it- But WAIT! WHAT IF IT'S A STALKER?! – No.. Impossible... Right? The sudden ringing of the bell pounded in my ears as I frantically grouped up my books and left for class.

On my way towards the class, people were skirting towards the walls. Are they avoiding me? Ugh.. What the hell?! What kind of a person WAS I before the accident? On second thought, what is this 'accident'?

My smile rapidly disappeared as I realized I barely knew anything about my past life. What am I to do if I was asked a question concerning that life? Worry, once again, took over me.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly placed my palm onto the door handle. This is it.. The classroom... I don't know anyone- anyTHING, as a matter of fact. How am I supposed to handle this. After taking another deep breath, slid open the door.

The class grew silent once seeing my face. My heart writhed in my chest as my eyes grew wide and my mouth formed a straight line. Blood pulsed quickly throughout my body from the increasing pressure. Letting out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, I sat in an available seat right next to another available seat. These were the only two seats left, leaving one because I just occupied one. I slowly grew relaxed for a bit until I noticed the entire class with shocked expressions plastered on their faces. The pressure overtook me again.

Had I done something wrong? Why are they looking at me like- My thoughts were interrupted when the door slid open. Worried it was the teacher, I straightened my back, noticing it was another student. The student looked around my height, a bit taller but coincidentally had features shockingly familiar to mine. Hmm.. Where have I seen him before? Meh. Probably just one of my past memories kicking, telling me that he's another one of my classmates. The student scanned the room with a cool expression on his face. Once his gaze reached towards me, his eyes suddenly narrowed into a very cold and dark expression. For this, the students looked at me and quietly snickered. Wh-what's going on?

He walked down the aisle of desks until reaching upon mine. I slowly looked up, fear overtaking my nerves. "Wh-what?"

"Get off." He said in no certain tone of voice.

"W-why?"

"Because I said so."

At this moment, my fear was suddenly replaced with irritation. "Don't be so cocky with me!" The classroom gasped as I suddenly realized what I just said. Red hues suddenly formed from the top of my cheek bones and down.

Slowly, he raised his hand as I flinched, afraid he's going to hurt me. Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist, tightening his grip every second.

"Ow! Let go of me!"

"That's my chair. Get. OFF!" He lunged me forward onto his chest. Once I landed, he turned me a full 180 degrees and pushed me toward the unoccupied seat right next to it.

"Ow-" A heavy load of books were thrown onto my lap with a book bag, pain spreading through me further. Glancing over to him, I found his ass planted on the seat I was once occupying. Geez. He doesn't have to be THAT mean. He could've just said 'PLEASE'. Narcissistic, much? My thoughts were interrupted again after hearing books slam against a desk. The teacher was here.

"Rin and Len Kagamine please see me after class for fighting over a DESK." The teacher slammed a pen on top of the stack of desks before turning around to the board.

Wait.. What? His last name is Kagamine too? Who is this guy? My gaze slowly directed towards Len to find him glaring at me. Quickly, I looked back to the board, avoiding contact with this 'Len' any further.

This is gonna be a long day...

Wow!... That was terrible! Hello! Thanks for reading the first chapter of my new story! *Looks at other writers* Aw... I wish I had a fan of Rin X Len as my writing partner.. BUT A BOY! I wanna meet a boy here! How exciting! I rarely see any boys who are fans of Rin X Len so I would absolutely LOVE having one as my partner. It'll be so cool! Anyway, thanks for reading! And... Look forward to Chapter 2 in a computer near you!