A/N: Hello there, my first fan fiction posted, constructive criticism is welcome! ^,^

"L-Len" Rin heaved," Len. Go on, please, I'm not going to make it!"

He whipped around, grabbing her shoulders, all while partially shaking her.

"RIN! Don't talk like that. W-we're going to make it Rin…! We are! Both of us! We're gonna make it…" Throughout the sentence, his voice faded, displaying the worry and stress he felt.

"I l-love you, Len…! W-when we're safe, c-can we drink orange j-juice again?"

"Yeah, we'll have b-bananas t-too."

A voice shattered the serene moment, destroying every trace of sentiment there.

"HEY! LOOK! THEY'RE OVER THERE!

Len bolted as fast and far as his small legs could take him. He felt his sister stumbling behind him, through the jerks of his hand. However, he never felt her let go.

It had been two days. He had not eaten nor slept, and had run through the woods trying to retrace his steps. He was caked with dried mud, and his hair was matted. His throat hurt. His feet hurt. His eyes burned. He was aching everywhere. The boy could only think of one person, though, Rin. He collapsed.

"Rin, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry… "He whispered, voice high and cracking. Len's eyes clamped shut, a single tear ran down his face. He had cried the rest out. Oh, how hungry he was. But the thirst was far worse, he was constantly coughing, and it stung so much. And then he heard voices.

"Rin, is t-that you?" He rasped. Please, god, please.

"No, not Rin, honey…" A hard, painful, lump formed in his throat and then, realizing the circumstances Len quickly struggled to his feet, in panic-mode, "D-Don't take me back!"

"That poor thing." He heard someone say in a low voice. More comments followed. He was terrified. Who were these people? Were they f-from the house?

Len wouldn't let them take him. He would not return. And so he ran.

However, he was weakened. His feet, his aching feet gave out.

"Honey, we aren't going to hurt you!" Len wouldn't believe her crap. She was after him. Her and her friends were going to punish him for running.

"STAY AWAY!" Len had to find her. He couldn't get caught. He couldn't get caught. He couldn't get caught. Never. Never. Never. Nevernevernevernevernever. His finger nails had the lady's blood and skin on it, or, the fingernails he had left. The woman was clutching her arm. He tried to scramble away, but he wasn't on his feet. They grabbed him.

"RIN!" He half sobbed, half shrieked. It was the last thing he said.

~Look For Me~

"Ren! Come downstairs… NOW!" The sound of his "mother" resounded up the stairs and into his room. It had been years; it had been six lonely years, since the 'incident'.

Len may have been exhausted that day, when they asked him for his name, but he wasn't too out of it then. Of course, what he had done was given them a false name. But the fatigue had taken its toll, and he'd given a name loosely based off of his own… and h-hers: Ren Kagami.

He changed his appearance as well. They wouldn't find him. They wouldn't. They wouldn't. They wouldn't.

He was more… manly, one would say. Instead of the cute, little, 'energetic' blond boy with shocking-blue eyes that clearly harbored a painful secret, he was now a lanky, quiet, handsome face, that spoke of guilt and uncertainty. His hair had grown out to his shoulders, which he usually attired in a small pert ponytail. He'd changed how he dressed, how he acted, and never spoke. He wouldn't... he wanted to sing and speak, but with her.

Len gave up his life for her. He searched day and night for any clue, just ONE clue that… that she was still out there, alive.

"REN!" He grimaced. That wasn't his name. Ren was not Len. Ren wasn't real.

"Coming," he wanted to say. He wanted to. He wanted to. He wanted to.

Instead, he dragged his pathetically depressed frame downstairs. He was clad in a simple yellow t-shirt, alongside his best jeans. The shirt was yellow, not orange. He hated orange. He hated orange because he loved it so much.

He eyed the breakfast his 'mother' had so kindly set out for him: orange juice, and a banana. Great.

She knew; he hated her. How convenient! But nobody knew, he reminded himself.

Rin did. Rin did. Rin did.

Rin knew. She knew. She knew.

Ren didn't, Len did. Ren didn't, Len did. Ren didn't, Len did.

I'm Ren, right? He absolutely hated it.

And almost instantly, his appetite was gone. Just like the lone fact that she was gone. It is gone, and she gone. He really couldn't bring anything back.

Never. Nothing. God, how useless was he? Useless. Useless. Useless.

"Ren," Sakine Meiko, his 'mother' sighed, removing the hand she'd been waving on front of his face away," You tuned out. Again."

He stared.

"Ren," She placed a hand on his cheek affectionately, gazing with sympathetic chocolate orbs into his, " You have to open up some day…"

Len stared; he stared, and he stared.

She embraced. She wasn't Rin. He only wanted Rin.

She released him from her hold, and as he left, placed a hand on his shoulder, "Go to school, Ren." she smiled somberly, "Remember, you're not mine, but I love you like my own. So much, Ren. So much."

He hated Meiko; he hated her so much, because he loved her. But he didn't want to love, nor did he want to run. He didn't want to lose.

Lose everything! Lose everything! Lose everything he ran so far for.

When that happens, 'they'll' find him. And he'll stop running. When he stops running, he'll never find her.

A/N: Len is OCD. Otherwise known as Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. OCD is where you have to repeat things or actions over and over again. He also 'has' selective mutenism.

Don't kill me!

Other chapters WILL be longer. Well, I hope. Tell me if you want me to continue and if you have any questions, PM me! ^-^ I hope you enjoyed...

Oh, by the way, if you hate Oliver, Len, and/or Rin for some reason, you probably shouldn't be reading this. WRONG FIC XD!

Meiko is out of character... She'll be more in character when she's had a little to drink! Hahaha.

So... yeah... Thanks for reading, non-reviewers... And reviewers, THANK YOU SO MUCH! ;D... Yup. I'll try to update every week depending on how much 'inspiration' I get. HINT HINT!

Lastly, IF you're actually reading this, and there's a Vocaloid you want me to include, feel free to PM me.

Oh, and OLIVER IS CUUUUTE! w Thank you for reading, my fellow writers/readers and once more, CONSTRUCTIVE critisism is totally epic!