Len.

It was a really common name.

There were many people with that name.

Be it girls or boys, it was used a lot.

"WATCH OUT!" Screamed the woman as she stretched an arm to her right to protect her son, and to have him not crash with the front window. There was a loud beep from the other car. Tires screeched, glass cracked, and everything turned black.

A certain 'Len' of the many there were slowly opened his eyes and stretched, breathing in the morning air.

"She didn't make it," stated the doctor. "She saved the kid, though." The nurse nodded. "What about the kid then?" She asked.

He got off the bed, and stretched once again. He blinked twice in an attempt to shake off the slight drowsiness still in him. He walked towards his vanity table and took a brush out of one of the drawers. He started doing the obvious thing one would do with such an item: Brush his hair.

"There's shards of glass pretty much everywhere in his body, thankfully there were no vital organs injured. There were some that scratched his vocal chords, though. I'm not quite sure what that will do to his voice, but he'll live."

He coughed, and then he grimaced. Ever since that accident, his voice always came out a bit raspy and in some sort of whisper. He opened another drawer, and took out a black piece of fabric.

"There were also lots of shards around and in his right eye. The ones in the rest of the face came out easily and will leave no mark at all, but this as for his right eye... I can't say the same."

He brushed some strands of hair away and tied the piece of fabric around his head, making sure it covered his left eye. Or rather, where his left eye should be.

"There were too many pieces. To ensure it wouldn't get worse afterwards, we had to... Take it out." The nurse nodded sadly. "The poor kid," she started, "he'll wake up with no eye, no mom, and probably no voice."

But he was happy to be alive. And nothing would take that away from him.

"He might need therapy."

The memories of what happened, he was a boy. Being a boy made it all harder.

"Up to now, the tests indicate it's not likely, but he might go insane after hearing what has become of him."

But whenever he had a dress on, it all changed.

"After all, he's only a little boy."

He took off his clothes, throwing them in a corner somewhere. He put on his favorite dress. It was black, and gothic-loli themed. Today was a special day. It was when the dark imitation started.

"I can only hope that he'll be fine."

Today, a Black Imitation began again.

Hopefully I confused you! I doubt it though D:

Notify me of any ugly and retarded typos you find, please~

Centered text for this one because it looks neat! :3

Bluh this thing has been floating around in my head for a while.

Anyways hope you enjoyed or whatever, and reviews would make me happy! :D

And if anybody didn't notice, it's Len from Imitation Black.

But you have to be really dumb not to notice it. Like me! :D

My interpretation of the song, kinda.

Len and Kaito are tgether in school and Gakupo is a really young teacher. UNFUNFS IN PRIVATE -shot to death-