A/N: Hello, everyone. Scarper here. These are what I like to call Random Oneshots That Pop Up In My Head At The most Innapropriate Times So I Have To Write Them Down Or I Go Completly Insane. Or ROTPUINMATMITSIHTWTDOIGCI for short. This one came up at school today. English to be exact. It was also brought on by a ballad, a slice of pie, whipped cream, and Nicholas Cage. But that's a loooooong story. Some of these oneshots will be based on a certain song, or mabye a wierd universe created by yours truley, some mkght me horribly depressing and angst-ridden, random and funny, fangirl-squeal inducing, or just some nice Rinxlen to make your day a little happier. Thank you all and don't forget to R and R! And also..ENJOY!

Len Kagamine was envied by many.

One of the villigers in a town he lived by, Rin, was one to know. Who didn't stop and stare at the handsome son of the two wealthy merchants from the west? He was everything expected of a Londan gentalmen-kind, quiet and proud. He always walked with his head held hgh in the air, and he seemed to shimmer as he traversed down the street. He was kind and soft spoken. Rin used to like to watch him walk and try not to be to noticable. She wasn't at all like the silly girls who would stand over on the other side of the street fawning on him, giggiling and blushing insanely when he would cast a polite smile their way. Rin felt she was beyond this. She didn't obsess. She read. She studied, devoting her time to work. Rin was, like very many here, poor, and she worked nearly all day on her farm. This, she felt, gave her even more reason to look upon Len Kagamine with distaste. If she was that obscenly wealthy, she wouldn't be like him , sitting around on her rear all day getting servants to do everything for her. Oh, no. Rin would put that money to use! First, she would build a schoolhouse, as big as that precious Len's whole mansion, where childeren of every age could come to learn. She'd actually use that money to help people, not spend it all on useless things like the oh-so-honerable Lord Kagamine.

Yet, Rin could never help but to take notice of him whenever he came downotwn. She did not stare out of admiration-no, it was pure loathing. Len Kagamine was pale, favoured, slim as an imperial prince. Yes..He was sort of atractive. And at least he didn't dress overexuberantly like some people did, a show just to put the villagers out of sorts. Once, when he happened to walk into the same shop as Rin when ordering some grocieries, she listened in on the conversation he had with the grocer. He had a civil tounge. He seemed sympathetic, human when he spoke. All the same, Rin thought after hearing the man talk to the grocer about life for nearly half an hour, what good were kind words and conseltation if you didn't actually do anything? She knew, as did everyone else, that Len had more that enough money to feed the whole village for a week. A year. But he never did, and this was part of why Rin seethed so.

She could only think of one time he actually noticed her. It was during the early morining a long time ago, and even then, he had only nodded to her and muttered a "Good morning." Any other girl probably would have fainted dead away on the spot. Rin took pride in the fact that she was not one of them. She had simply nodded back and continued on her way. She would have added a few choice words, but that would have gotten her jailed for sure.

Len Kagamine was utterly perfect, and Rin hated him so for it. He was quiet, elegant, well-educated..Practically anything anyone could want in a man, lover, son. It was completley infuriating. He was so, so rich, too. Why did Rin feel that she was the only one attentive enough to point out that, if he was so good, he had never used his money to help people?

There was nothing Rin could do about it. So she worked and scraped her living, all the while envieng him, wishing she were in his place with all that money. She was used to getting the rough cut of life in general, so she ate her meager rations withought complaint, gratefull that at least she had a home. Imagining Len sitting in a vast mansion somwhere, surrounded by servants, made Rin's temper rise.

Then, one day on a calm summer's night, Len Kagamine went home and put a bullet through his head.