Heya! Peachy here!

I'M BACK! Pheew, I finally found some time to write. And I know I should not be writing a new story when I have to update my other stories, but I couldn't help it! I really wanted to try writing something like this, even though the plot is cliché… but oh well!

Without further ado, let's begin!

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A Strange Find

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Len's POV:

My name is Len Kagamine. 21 years old. Incredibly good looks, Honey blonde hair. Cerulean blue eyes. Naturally cool, multi-talented. I am the owner of Kagamine Corporation. You can say that I'm quite rich. Famous among the ladies, and I'm single. Because I chose to be.

I never really bothered to have true love or something like that. I have other stuff to attend to. I lead an ordinary life, I chose to believe. Until one day, everything changed.

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I was at my office. I had a very important document to type. And my fingers were furiously typing away on the keyboard of my laptop.

'Just a few more lines and…'

"Done," I sighed. It was a very long document but I finally finished it.

"Gumi! Come in please!"

A woman with jade green hair entered into my office. She was Gumi. My sectary. A loyal and energetic girl but she is a bit clumsy.

"Yes sir?" she asked, her emerald eyes looking at me questionably.

"I've finished the document, and please, don't do anything 'by mistake' again."

Her reply was only a nervous laugh. Well, it was her fault for making me rewrite the entire document. If only she didn't spill her coffee over the laptop which contained the first document.

"Well, my work here is done. I'm going home, oh and Gumi?"

"Yeah?"

"Take care of the other documents and DO NOT spill coffee on them, got it?"

"Heh heh… Yes sir…"

I grabbed my coat and went off my office. Well, today was okay at the least. But I finally get to go home and relax.

I had walked out of the building and now I was walking towards a rather gloomy looking alley.

Why would I walk into such a place that could possibly or not kill me?

Because it a short cut to home and I just really wanna go home as soon as possible and relax.

Also, if you're wondering why I don't use my car, it's because, 1, it saves energy (What? I'm trying to be environment-friendly. Global warming is pretty freaky) 2, I like the walk from the office. It's peaceful.

That is…until I reach the alley. There's almost no light in there and it is pretty creepy. I almost expect a psycho to jump outta now where!

Well today was no exception. If any, I think it's creepier today. Great, that's reassuring.

Now, I ask myself this. Am I that desperate to go home as soon as possible and enjoy a weekend's happiness by crossing this hell hole?

The answer is, yes. Yes I am. Aren't I just brilliant?

So okay, I'm halfway out of this…whatever the heck this alley is. And so far, so good.

No psycho with a chainsaw, check.

No crazy fan girl with a butcher's knife, check.

No demon of any sort, check.

No dead body …oh wait, is that a leg hanging out of that dumpster?

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"BLOODY HELL!"

The leg hanging out of the dumpster is definitely there! I inhale deeply, I'm torn between calling the police or first the check the situation myself. But being a mix of curiosity and excitement, I decided to go with the latter.

I take a step towards it.

The leg is bare and slender, a woman. The milky white skin seems smooth, delicate but however several cuts and bruises ruin its perfection.

I hold my breath and open the dumpster's lid.

I gasp for what I see.

Inside the damn dumpster is a girl.

A young girl about 18 or 20, I'm not exactly sure. She is only clad in a dirty looking camisole and knickers. She is curled up helplessly in the dumpster, her body full of ugly bruises and long scratches; the dry blood in the wounds didn't help her condition. She seems to clutching something like a white cloth in her right hand. Her hair mussed and matted with dirt. Her face was pale.

With a thumping heart, I reach out to touch her skin. To check her pulse.

Gosh, her skin is cold.

And suddenly I felt it, her pulse. Weak and almost undetected. She is alive. Barely.

I check the dumpster one more time, to see if there are any possessions with the body. None.

It looks like she was thrown out like used property, that has no value anymore…

What am I doing? This isn't the time to be thinking something like that! I have to save this girl's life!

Think, Len! Think!

Should I call the police? I'll call them and tell me the truth and then they'll take care of it. And then poof! Everything will be back to normal!

But by the time they come, she might already be dead.

Okay, that option is crossed.

Take her to the nearest hospital? That could work better. But if take her in that condition, you know; she is beaten and almost naked, that could cause questions from the staff and she needs quick treatment.

Option two, crossed.

Argh! Screw it, I'm going with option three!

I put my arms under her and gently lift her up into my arms bridal style. I take off my coat and wrap it around her to give her at least some sort warmth.

I made a dash to home.

Option three: take her home and treat her there.

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After reaching home, I laid the girl on the sofa, my coat still wrapped around her. Her body was still trembling, from being exposed to the cold air outside (it was very cold today).

Okay, so in a hypothermia case, we need to provide warmth to the victim as quickly as possible. Meaning a nice warm bath would do. That would also clean her up.

Then it suddenly hit me, Bath.

My cheeks flush and I gulp nervously.

Oh gosh, I knew I should have hired a maid or someone. I can't do this…

Don't be stupid Kagamine Len! A voice in my head snarls at me. Wha?

Are you just gonna stand there and let her die?! For goodness sake, you're not a hormonal teenager anymore!

Oh this is great, I'm having an inner battle with myself! This is one heck of a day…

Oh grow up! And don't just stand there complaining, go save her!

Easier said than done.

Just go save her, idiot!

"Argh, screw it!"

I race to the bathroom and quickly fill the bathtub with warm water. I come into the living room again and pick her up gently into my arms.

She hisses as I put her down in the tub. I do it slowly, one hand propping her neck and making sure the rest of the body is underwater. A weak whimper reaches my ears, it's probably because of the cuts and bruises all over her body stings.

Tilting her head backwards a bit, my other hand works to clean her hair. I grab a bottle of shampoo and slather a huge amount of its content onto her wet locks.

After I rinse the shampoo off her hair, I see that she is blessed with beautiful blonde locks.

Okay so I'm done with the hair, now comes the hard part.

Washing the body.

I'm nervous not only because of cuts, but because… you know… I am a straight male…

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and mutter a quick prayer. I grab the soap and start to clean her pale skin with gentle rubs and massage.

Just so you know, I did NOT remove her clothes. Instead, I slip my hand under her garments when cleaning her body. Not much different, I know. But at least I sort of gave some privacy!

I make a mental note to wear sunglasses when changing her clothes.

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I'm currently in the kitchen, stirring the porridge in the pot with a wooden spoon. My thoughts travel to the girl, I had changed her dirty rags with some of my mother's previous clothes (refused to get rid of them for some reason), a light blue sweater and a denim skirt.

I cannot help but wonder what happened to her.

"I could ask her directly. Maybe later," I mumble to myself while picking a small bowl and pouring some of the porridge into it. I lay it on the tray with a spoon, a serviette, and a glass of water.

It's still evening, the sun's going down now, and it's still early for dinner. But she needs some sort of energy.

And oh, remember that cloth the girl was holding when I found her? It's actually a white ribbon, a dirtied one at that. I thought it was something precious to her, so I hand-washed it.

I heave a sigh and carry the tray into the guest room, where she lie, under a very thick blanket in the bed. Her breathing has calmed down, that's a relief. And although it looks like it, I know she isn't asleep.

I grab a chair nearby and sit on it near the bed. I spoon some porridge and gently touch the tip of the spoon to her lower lip, which parts lightly in response. She must have been starving.

"Eat." I said although she doesn't reply, "Your body needs it."

She swallows the food instinctively and I continue feeding her until the bowl is clean. I fix the blanket and go out of the room, giving her time for some proper rest.

As I walk through the hallway to the kitchen again, my thoughts once again waver to the girl and what I have gotten into.

What if a brought home a criminal?

The thought send shivers down my spine.

But then again, really? This innocent looking and almost beaten to death girl, a criminal?

Then who exactly is she?

Maybe tomorrow I'll get some answers.

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To be continued…

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A/N:

Alright I stop it there! So what do you guys think? Should I write more of this? If so, remember to review! You have no idea how happy this makes me!

Also, the reason I didn't update these past because I was really busy this month, I went to Singapore! (it's kinda my first time going abroad!), and some of my friends came back from Italy, and even now I'm kinda busy because I have to go to a big party after this!

So with that said, I have to go now! Remember to Follow/Favorite and Review!

Peachy out!