As promised, I told you I would be redoing "Complicated Relations", and here I am with the first chapter. Some events or things from the original have been replaced with events/things I thought would better suit the story. This will be more detailed and possibly graphic (not in the first chapter, but later on).

This will most likely NOT be a lemon or smut, but it will have some sexual scenes that won't be…they'll be descriptive, but not descriptive?...

Anyway, here you go. –Nikoru

Chapter 1

My fingertips hovered over the plastic covering of the scrap book in my lap as I looked through the photographed memories. I couldn't sleep, so looking through this seemed like a good idea. The vortex in my stomach didn't die down though, because the thought of my first day as a junior of high school was scary. I've already been through two years of high school, so why do I still get freaked out about it?

I can give you a perfect reason why, but I don't like thinking about it too much. I could only stare at the photos beneath me. The smiling faces of Luka, Gumi, Miku, and I filled a majority of the page. Pictures where most of our teeth were missing or cheesy smiles made me feel nostalgic. "Oh my gosh, I'm sixteen years old…" I slumped forward. We all were, except Miku, she was a year older, but she was held back a year. Luka is actually a year younger, and this will be her sophomore year, but unfortunately, she is still taller than I am. Gumi and I are the same age. We have been friends the longest; eight years.

Pictures of everyone who were soon added to the group were also in the scrap book. Like Teto, Gakupo, and Kaito…even Yuuma, dare I say him. I closed the scrap book, not venturing farther for my own good. As I was sliding the book back into its home in my desk, a large yellow envelope slid out. The edges were worn out and tattered. My handwriting was scrawled over the top of the page with a warning to myself saying, "Open at your own risk".

I bit my lower lip, debating on looking at the contents inside, or putting it away like I should. My emotions overrode my logic as I picked up the manila envelope and ripped through that tape that sealed it. There they were, those awful pictures. I pulled them out and sorted through them, spreading them out onto my bed. It's hard to believe that the boy in the pictures could ever hurt someone with his soft smile and gentle eyes. Those deep blue eyes, just a shade or two darker than mine, looked like the soft blue of twilight in the evening.

I could feel my eyes and chest burning, but I continued looking through the pictures, glancing at the most recent picture of him. This boy was different however; he was slim and nicely shaped, much different than the original pictures. His skin was smooth and he was wearing a football jersey. His blonde hair, the color of pale gold, was disheveled. The tears spilled, and I no longer held back the sob buried within my chest. My door opened and a boy who was a year older than me walked in.

"Rin? Rin!" He said, his voice alarmed as he quickly walked over to my bed and held me. I sniffed softly and tried to stop crying, to put on a brave face. "I'm fine Rinto, I'm fine…I'm just on my period…" I tried to make an excuse, but he was already looking at the pictures with a scowl. "Don't lie, Rin, the evidence is out in the open. Why are you looking through this? You don't need him." Rinto said, his voice tense. I sat in his lap and let him hold me, not saying anything as he rubbed my back. He sighed in exasperation and used his leg to push the pictures onto the floor.

"If anybody says anything, let me know, okay? If Neru says anything at all, I don't care if it's just your name, you let me know. I'm not afraid to slap a bitch." Rinto told me, tilting my chin upward to make me face him. I stared at him, trying to tug my chin free with no success. "Rin." He said sternly, forcing my eyes to his. "Let me know." He said softly and hugged me. Rinto is my older brother and a senior this year. He's a nuisance, but I do love him. Rinto pulled back and glanced at the clock on my nightstand. "It's almost three in the morning and we have school tomorrow…why don't you try to get in at least an hour or two of sleep?" He suggested, ruffling my hair teasingly.

I nodded in response and climbed into bed, burrowing under the covers so that only my face was visible. Rinto smiled faintly and turned towards the door, turning off my lamp, before glancing back at me. "Sometimes it's hard to believe you're a junior when you act like that." Rinto said, ducking as I threw a pillow at him in response. "Good night, Rin, I love you." He said closing my door.

"You shut the door before I could say it back!" I yelled out, but he must have already walked downstairs, because I didn't get a response. I turned over in the bed, rubbing my eyes from the recent tears. I laid there, thinking for a while until sleep finally came to me.

I could tell I was dreaming, but I didn't want it to just be a dream. His fingers were laced with mine again, and he was smiling at me with that cheesy grin. I could see myself laughing, squeezing his hand affectionately as he rubbed his thumb over my knuckles. He was mine again. Those gentle eyes holding the stars and his hair gently covering his eyes. Suddenly the calm atmosphere became heavy and tense and I was pinned beneath him.

"A-ah, no, we can't." I squeaked softly as his lips overtook mine and moved down, from my chin to my neck. His hands were beneath my shirt, grabbing and touching. "Stop! Please stop!" I cried out, trying to shove him away. I wasn't strong enough to push him away and he began to strip me.

"No, Len!"

I quickly sat up from the bed, gasping for air as a cold sweat made my shirt cling to my back. "Oh god…" I clutched my arms to myself, before getting up and running to my bathroom, dry heaving into the toilet bowl. I felt my heart beat slowly calm down as I sat there. I leaned against the tub, the cool marble soothing my burning skin. A clock on the nearby wall told me it was six thirty in the morning. I began to run a bath, knowing I was feeling too sick and dizzy from the dream to be standing up to take a shower.

The smell of orange blossom and vanilla soon relaxed my senses as I sat in the tub, playing with the bubbles that floated in the water. What if I see him? What if Neru talks to me? I rested my forehead on my freshly shaven legs and groaned. I finally managed to pull myself up from the tub and wrapped it around my body, glancing at myself in the mirror. I got my braces off in June and my teeth were perfectly straight now. My face was thinner, with less of a baby face look. My light gold hair was now clinging to my lower back in wet strands. I had really changed since eighth grade, I thought sadly. So did Len. I quickly went back to my room and put on my school clothes. A black and white plaid skirt, knee high tights, a pair of black flats, a white button up shirt, red tie, and a black with white trim over jacket.

I combed through my hair and began to dry it before putting in two white bobby pins on each side of my hair to keep my bangs out of my face. Then I reached for my most treasured possession; a white ribbon with my initials neatly sewn onto the edge in yellow. The edges were a little tattered, but overall the ribbon was in good condition considering how old it was. It's hard to believe anyone would keep a ribbon for eight years and I gently tied it into a large poofy bow atop my head.

I smiled faintly and went down stairs into the living room, seeing Rinto passed out on the couch with a Wii remote in hand. I tilted my head and sighed softly before pushing him of the couch. He woke up with a start as soon as he landed on the floor and rubbed his eyes before looking up at me. "What the hell? What was that for?" He groaned, standing up. "For not letting me tell you I loved you too last night. You need to get up anyway, we have to head to school in thirty five minutes. Go get dressed while I make breakfast." I smiled softly and watched him trudge to the stairs, grumbling under his breath.

A white and orange fluff ball soon rubbed against my legs, meowing softly before I picked her up. "Good morning Citrus, are you hungry too?" I cooed to her softly, petting her head gently. The heavy cat purred in response and rubbed her head against my chin. "Damn, Citrus, you're heavy. I'm buying you healthy cat food from now on." I made a face and carried her into the kitchen.

After feeding Citrus and making bentos for our lunch, I popped two frozen waffles into the toaster. It was some sort of thing that Dutch people made, but I did appreciate the sweet fluffy texture of them after I drowned them in syrup. I set Rinto's waffles on the table, shooing Citrus away who started to lick the syrup from the plate. Rinto came in a couple of minutes later after I ate my breakfast and garbled down his cat contaminated waffles, but it's not like he needed to know Citrus licked it.

I put the plates into the dishwasher and signaled to Rinto that we needed to leave. He wiped the syrup from his mouth onto his white sleeve and groaned as he realized that he now had a syrup stain on his sleeve. I snorted and headed towards the door as he grabbed the keys. I walked towards the car and climbed into the passenger side, tossing my bag into the floorboard beneath my feet. Rinto opened the door and threw his bag at me before climbing in and pushing the keys into the ignition.

On our way to school, we could see dozens of kids walking on the sidewalks in the same direction as us. It was a nice day; the sun was rising and there were a few clouds in the sky. It seemed like it would be a perfect day, and I eventually relaxed and felt that nothing could go wrong today.

Unfortunately, that was my ultimate mistake.