Hey everyone! I decided that maybe I should take a break from my other story and let my mind do a little creative wandering. I also decided to take a break from my math. Any who, I like to give a crack at this pairing and see how this turns out. Hope it appeals to you guys!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Vocaloid personas used in this fiction.

Chapter 1 - First Encounter

"Hey Len, you should hit the showers. Practice is over and everyone except for you has left for home."

"I know," I replied absentmindedly. I finished my lane and climbed out of the pool. The school pool was a large stone extension to the main physical education wing. Lucky for me the school's roots date all the way back in the mid 1900's and had built a positive reputation and a positively large sum of money. Unfortunately, that means the sorts team of this school has also built a solid reputation over the years. Including the swim team, which I am the captain of this year. So in spirit of training I took the initiative to set the example for my team by staying at practice until everyone left, minus the coach of course. Of course this also takes a toll on my stamina. Here I am climbing out of the pool at 5:30 when the school is pretty much empty. I didn't want to stay back, but seeing how the coach is always so serious about the team, I didn't want to give her a bad impression of my leadership. I slung my towel over my shoulder as I made my way to the showers. I paused as coach Misaki approached. I hadn't done anything wrong, not that I'm aware of; so why would she want to speak to me?

"Len, wait." I turned around to see her walk up to me.

"Is something wrong coach?"

"Nothing's wrong. It's just that you did good today. Nice job keeping the team on task. Keep up the good work kid." She ruffled my hair.

She turned around and walked back to the end the pool where she started to reel in the lane ropes. Coach Misaki was the youngest sports team coach on campus. Her appearance alone wa enough to motivate the team to work hard, but sometimes that worked too well. I occasionally catch a few guys ogling her so I give a firm assertion to put their mind back on track. I hope they don't get the wrong idea. It's not like I don't find her pretty. Sure, she has dark emerald eyes, rich, brown hair and a figure to match...

I shake my head, stopping that train of thought before it got too far. Anyways, she's not my type. I like girls who are more relaxed. Not that I'm one to judge Coach Misaki. You know what, I'm gonna stop. For real this time. Got to avoid being hypocritical. I tend to let my mind wander, in and outside of the classroom. Probably explains my current academic performance.

I finished up in the showers and quickly changed into a pair of white cargo pants and a yellow hooded shirt. I put on my black high tops and tied them messily. As I peered into my locker I took a glance at a picture on the door. It was a memory of a distant past. Another story for another day. I threw on a light grey bomber jacket and slung my duffel bag over my shoulder. The sky was already dark when I stepped outside. It was mid November and the air was dry and cold. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I fished it out of my jeans as I fumbled with my car keys. I got my license about two weeks ago and ever since, my mom had been urging me to take the car out as much as possible so I could get practice driving. I argued that gas wasn't exactly cheap, but she just wants me to drive her places. Not that I mind driving around. Less walking in the cold for me. I unlocked the silver sedan and threw the duffel bag on the passenger seat. I pulled out of the campus parking lot and drove onto the main road. Ever so often, I'll sneak a glance at the people walking on the streets, despite it being a distraction. What was really distracting was the smell of the car; it was supposed to smell of pine trees, but instead it smelled like coffee and tea. My mom drove this car the most so I guess you get the idea. Myself, I'm not that big of a coffee drinker. I get a cup occasionally, maybe a iced coffee with a flavor shot, something like that. I can never get used to the bitter taste. That's why I err more to tea. The flavor is less bold and robust compared to coffee. As long as the tea isn't some fancy fruit and tea leaves fusion crap, I enjoy it. Anyways, I'm rambling again. I should formally introduce myself. The name is Kagamine. Len Kagamine. Age: 16. I'm your average Japanese high schooler who lives with both his parents who work in business. Very generic, very uninteresting. I'm probably boring-

A figure rushes out of the nearby alleyway and darts in front of my car. Like a deer caught in headlights, it stood their motionless.

"What the-"

I slam on the breaks and wrench the steering wheel to the left as far as possible, evading the person standing in the road. I sat there panting in my seat, trying to catch my breath. The person ran across the street away from my line of sight. From what I could recall, the person wasn't very tall. Other than that, I couldn't get a clear look at their face. Though I did see a flash colour, but maybe that's just the fatigue, playing tricks on my mind.

Horns started honking from behind, bringing me back to reality. I pulled the car straight and drove the rest of the way home, thoughtless except for one thing. That person. I just can't shake that image out of my head.

I got home around 6:00 pm and ate dinner with my family as usual. Very average. Nothing special. Same old, same old. Finished dinner, did homework to my fullest extent, went on social media, blah, blah, blah. I changed in to a pair of plain boxers and flopped on my bed. I stared at my poster covered ceiling: Final Fantasy, muscle cars, stuff like that. Stuff that dreams are made of. My dreams anyways. I pulled the sheets over myself and dozed off thinking that maybe one day, my life will brighten up a little.

AN: Alright, that was really short. It's pretty much a prologue and I have a chapter in backlog so I'm likely to upload that right away. If you want more, follow, favorite and leave a review. The more hits I get, the more likely I am to write!

Until next time~

-Icey