I hate Monday mornings. I say it every week and I will continue saying it until someone decides to let the week begin on Tuesday. It's just dragging my ass out of bed way too early so I can listen to some assholes talking about shit I can't bring myself to give two fucks about. Especially when said assholes pick their victims and emotionally stomp them into the ground at any given chance. Thus, here I am, keeping a low profile.

Not that I was afraid of teachers picking on me. Fuck no, I was more afraid of me damaging them until they went home crying and then went on, doing whatever those no-social-life cunts did in their spare time. Maybe someone collected them after school and then threw them into a dark pit where they had to fight for a single steak or something. That'd be nifty.

But that didn't change the fact that my tired feet kept dragging me towards the unchanging everyday that began as soon as I set foot into the building that might have been school or might have been hell. Seriously, at some point I thought hell'd be really frightening when you had to go to school there- to atone for your sins while alive and so on. If it were, then I'd totally have to go there, thanks to the sensible, friendly and optimistic character you're witnessing right now. Oh, did I mention not-at-all-sarcastic? Because I totally don't know what sarcasm is.

Going down the street to school was the most unpleasant thing I knew. Not only was I pissed about having to walk for half an hour when I was fucking tired and being unable to afford, let alone catch the bus that drove by my house one hour before school stared, but the worst part was those loud idiots, talking about what they had done on Sunday or whatever they had read or seen somewhere. Occasionally some boy would flirt with a chick that happened to be too ugly to look at, though sometimes I had to admit that certain guys had some taste left in their poor, abandoned brains.

Some sort of pill against a headache would have been nice, I guess, because that idle chatter sure didn't sound like some sort of music. And from experience I knew that annoying blabbering wouldn't stop inside of school. Or the classroom. No, it would echo inside of the rooms until my head was going to explode.

Sighing I stepped into the crowded hallways of hell. I mean school. Shoving past some fat or not-so-fat asses I somehow managed to get to my shoe box. It was seriously hard to get your shoes off while some people kept pushing against your back, ass or head, but in the end I managed to do it. And the next great adventure was already waiting for me! Getting my slippers on. Wasn't I magnificent a person to not get a heart attack from that much action in my life? I should seriously write a book about my fucked up everyday. Would surely become a bestseller because some hormonal teenage-chick thought everything written by a guy her age would make her lose her virginity.

That was when a small, neatly folded pink envelope caught my eye. At this point- no, this is not the first time I've ever recieved such a thing, but I'm not really someone girls swoon over. So it just happened to pique my interest. I glanced at it a second time before stuffing it into my pocket and slipping my slippers on.

When I flopped down in my seat and threw my bag on top of my desk I sighed and began fumbling with the letter in my pocket. Dumb shit was being a bitch to get out. But when it landed next to my bag it was crumpled and the envelope slightly torn. Well, sorry for the girl that put an efford into folding that thing.

I simply pulled out the upper triangle-whatever-the-fuck-it's-called and reached for the piece of paper I was expecting to find in there. Bingo. I fumbled with it, the messy state it was in not helping to make it easier to get out or to open. But when it did, I quickly glanced over it. The flower-print paper was the first thing I noticed, followed by neat, pink handwriting.

Dear Utatane-Kun

Now that started off great. When trying to get a boy to meet you after school so you could confess to him you started off with writing their last name and an honorific. The one letter I had recieved long ago hadn't been written in such a "I'm going to confess to you, but we're strangers"-way. On the other hand... with that girl, I had been friends for a while and she had just done that for the heck of it.

I have wanted to tell you something for a long time.

Wow, can't guess what you're talking about. Seriously. You might write more than one line, you lazy cunt.

If you are free I would like to meet up with you after the last lesson, behind the school.

If this had been a face-to-face conversation I would have told that girl that I wasn't free or couldn't make it. But when recieving a letter, then I wouldn't be as bad a dick and would show the hell up. Even when I just turned her down. I simply couldn't afford having a girlfriend with my job and studying to do. Thanks to my low profile I didn't really interest anyone and my circle of friends was as tiny as it could be. Was I satisfied with that? Fuck yes, I was.

I hope you can make it,

Rin Kagamine

Ah, so it was from Rin. From the other class, she wasn't bad, I guess, small, quirky, blonde, blue-eyed, flat as hell and overall very cheery. Well, but rumor had it that she was a needy little slut, changing her 'boyfriends' more often than her underwear as long as her lonely little clit got rubbed every once in a while. I wasn't going to throw my last bit of honor away by sticking my dick into some teen-whore. So, no, Rin, I'm sorry, we can't go out.

Bitch probably wasn't used to being rejected. All the more fun. Though I suppose that she might get back at me for it, ruining my reputation as the 'shy, sensitive, gentle, slightly introverted boy'. God knows who came up with thinking such stuff about me. I guess I didn't really say what I was thinking. And I barely sweared at all. And when I talked I was very, very quiet. But I could very well make bitches and assholes cry by simply opening my mouth. I just never had to.

So well, maybe I did come across as someone girls wanted to date, kuudere or whatever the fuck it was called by those nerd-idiots, but I really wasn't. Or do you think I was admirable a person?

Few people did knew how I really was. A ruthless, apathetic little fucker that didn't give a fuck about who you were. A scrawny whimp who, while being about as tall as most guys his age, was so light he would get blown away by the wind during a storm and already looked like he would break when hit.

It was natural for most people to expect me to be the way I looked. To go into further detail: the messed up genes of my parents ended up making me an albino, my hair being white and all, with my skin trying to match its colour. And no, my eyes didn't happen to be red. Just some sort of blue, though sometimes they stuck me as green. One more than the other. God knows, maybe my fucked up genes even gave me heterochromia or shit. I probably had some sort of genetic disease and was going to die at the age of thirty.

Now that sounded nifty.

The bell rung, effectively ripping me out of my inner monologue. I surpressed a groan and just got my... Maths-stuff out, then throwing my bag on the floor next to my desk. Great, just a few more minutes until the second bell rung and that dumb cunt that had tried to teach me Maths all year would show up in the doorway, her greasy hair looking just as charming as ever and her wrinkled double-chin would grin at me all lesson in its fatty glory. Fucktastic.

Sometimes I envied the other classes. My class was the only one that wasn't taught Maths by Sakine Meiko-Sensei, a damn hot and sassy woman in her late twenties. Half the time, she came to school piss-drunk and would start hitting on students, singing something completely off-tune or just fall asleep during class. Someone like her might have made school a little more enjoyable.

On the other hand we were taught English by Megurine-Sensei. If there was one teacher that could compare to her, tell me immediately. Megurine-Sensei was a well-endowed woman, twenty-four years of age, with clear, almost crystal-like blue eyes, long, neatly dyed pink hair, the sexiest of voices and a character that put every mother to shame. In other words: a woman you didn't find anywhere. I guess it's save to assume that every guy in my class was swooning over her, but who wouldn't? When you asked her how to pronounce something she had the habit of going to your desk while shaking her hips in the most ladylike fashion, leaning forward, giving you a nice panorma-view of her boobs and then softly breathing out the proper way to say it, then encouraging you to try saying it like that. That kind of woman she was and if I were into elder women, then she'd be the first one I would come onto. ... That sounded wrong.

I glanced at the clock. One minute before the lesson began. The seat in front of me was still empty and I sighed, hoping that she wasn't sick. If there was one person that got my ass up on a Monday morning it was her. Twenty... nineteen... eighteen... seventeen... sixteen...

Then a sudden slap on the back made me straighten my position. "Mornin' Piko" a young girl with long, reddish dyed hair greeted in a sing-song voice, flopping down in the seat before me. Her shit-eating grin streched all over her face, kind of like a Cheshire cat or something. And she wasn't grinning because she was happy to see me, oh no, she was grinning like the madwoman she was because that bitch knew exactly how much I hated being slapped on the back. And how much I hated Mondays.

Still, in order to humor her at least a little I cleared my throat before, in that girly voice I had mastered, sweetly responding: "Good morning, my dearest Miki! How was your weekend? Got laid?" At this point: even I myself couldn't really tell how I did that, talking an octave or two higher than usual. Maybe I could pop an apple when I needed to and make it disappear all the same. Apple as in 'Adam's apple', in case you are just as slow as the rest of modern society.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking whether or not you got laid, pretty boy?" she asked just as sweetly. "Ah, no, wait, I'm taking that pretty boy back" Miki corrected after a short pause of her blinking a few times. Well, bitch, too bad the class would start as soon as that old hag came in, because I'd really love playing along with that for some time. But for now, I had something else to say to her before that dumb cunt really did show up.

"Y'know, I got one of those little letters in my shoe box today~" I almost sung, though Miki being Miki, she got my slightly teasing and sarcastic tone. "And this time, it isn't even from you." Remember that I told you about a girl I had been friends with for some time and that she had sent me such a letter, too? Yeah, that was her. Miki. But we both understood that it would have been idiotic to risk our odd little friendship by claiming we were together while probably nothing would have changed.

"How nice! Does that mean you don't swing the other way yet?" Miki laughed, but then changed to a more serious, slightly curious demeanor. "So, who is it from? It's not like you were like that Kaito guy from high school who gets them every second day despite being in a relationship."

I sighed. "You know that Kagamine Rin from the other class?" I waited for her reaction. When her mouth formed a little "o" I was pretty sure Miki had hear about her already. And her... hobby. "Yeah, that chick. Probably slept through the whole school and now wants anything with a dick she hasn't fucked yet to sleep with her."

"Y'know, the bet is still on..." she mumbled absent mindedly.

"Can you imagine that I don't give a flying fuck about the bet? I'm not throwing myself on that bitch's guys-I-have-fucked-list. I'm not that desperate to win against you." In case you're wondering: Miki and I started a bet who would lose their virginity first after we had been sure we would never come together. And while Miki was desperately trying to get laid, I was protecting my dick like it was the holy grail or something along those lines. Miki at some point started saying I was gay in denial. But, as we all know, I really liked them boobs.

Probably. I never felt drawn to guys, so I guess it's just natural to say I was straight.

"So... you're turning her down? Don't you know about her brother?" the dyed redhead asked, genuine curiosity sparkling in her eyes. It wasn't often that Miki wasn't acting like a bitch so I wouldn't feel like a douche, but when she didn't, then she was honest with her feelings. Which was cute. Very much so.

Who hadn't heard about Kagaime Len-Kun? He was well known all around town, mostly for being the perfect boy. His grades were top notch, he never got into trouble, was loved by everyone and was overall said to be a 'cute, yet suave young boy'. That he pretty much looked exactly like his sister didn't bother anyone. I've seen him once and I could understand why the girls found him cute, but seriously, I doubt he was taller than one metre sixty. And most girls were taller than that. "What about him?"

"Well, he's protective of his sister. Very, very protective. There's a good chance he'll just beat you up for turning her down. So you better watch your language, or he might not just beat you up." Miki's tone was grave and the look in her maroon eyes far, far away. She had probably heard about such a case already. But why would such a protective brother let his sister fuck a bunch of random guys?

"I wouldn't insult her" – and the sceptical look Miki was giving me for that totally helped – "and I doubt he would fuck me up badly. After all, I haven't heard about anyone being beaten up by that short shit." At this point, my voice came out as a bunch of frustrated groans. Was Miki urging me to date this girl?

"Piko, even though he's a 'small shit'... just don't do anything stupid. And we both know that you're stupid when it comes to these things" she sighed and put her hands on top of mine, a wry smile on her lips. Even though she technically was insulting me I knew how her words were meant to be comforting. They were.

"I'm not gonna get hurt, alright?" I found myself sighing at that, briefly rolling my eyes. "By the way..."

"Alright class, enough chitter-chatter, time for Maths!"

Great mother of God, man the harpoons.

Somehow, I managed to stay alive all day. Miki didn't seem to be bothered about Rin anymore and was pretty calm. Which was unusual for her. Maybe she did worry so much she couldn't even be herself. I wasn't going to forgive myself for that if it had been like that.

For a Monday, the lessons seemed to awfully short, not even my nap in Geography helped me feel more awake. And before I knew it the last bell rung and then I realised why everything had been so un-torturous until now: the world went against me again, quickly getting me towards the bitch that my confrontation with Kagamine Rin was going to be. Now, wasn't that just nifty?

Miki gave me a quick pat on the shoulder and a hopeful smile that didn't really make it to her eyes. "I gotta go, Kiyoteru's driving home and I gotta fetch Yuki before. I'm sure you'll manage that shit somehow, though. And if you make her cry, then fuck it, I'm here for you. Bros before hoes anyways, right?" She then thought about what she had just said before realising something. "Well... maybe... Miki before hoes. You get it, don't you?"

When there was one thing about Miki that was indeed lovable, then it was her inability to put her shit in a way most people would get. Then, she'd correct it and it would lose its previous impact et cetera. "Just shut up girl, or else I'll have to choke a bitch" I smirked, not sure whom I was refering to. But who cared?

With a quick wave over her shoulder Miki walked away, her long hair swishing around. Here I noticed she had to get her hair dyed again. That dark hairline looked weird.

And then it hit me again. I really had to drag myself out to meet up with Rin. Don't think I was going to act like I was a chew-toy and she a puppy, letting myself be dragged around by her feelings and in the end being submissive. 'Cause that surely wasn't going to happen. Even though I was sure she could beat me up. Badly. And my chances of survival were slim, being either beaten up by a girl for making her cry or being beaten up by said girl's dick of a brother because I made her cry.

I just didn't feel like being used for a while before being thrown away and never looked at again. Why I knew it would be like that? Rumor had it and it wasn't like I hadn't seen Rin prance around with all sorts of guys, every age, being cute and shit. Oh, the joys of working part-time at a fucking burger-joint. I felt so loved.

How her brother hadn't noticed yet was an enigma. Or he knew and supported his sister being a cheap whore because he pimped her out and just acted like a good brother to keep that dirty secret hidden. ...I guess not.

So, off I went to meet Kagamine Rin. Behind school. Where no one could hear me scream.

Nifty.

I had been thinking about what to do when I was busy looking like I gave a fuck about what the teacher was talking about, and figured I'd do it like this: I would use my girly tone of voice, or at least a tone that wasn't my usual "and-what-the-fuck-are-you-trying-to-get-across"-voice and just act like I was a poor little boy with no social life and wasn't ready for a relationship or some shit like that. Bitches believed that stuff, I guess. If I did it right. Something told me I could do that. Though I wasn't going to get cocky. That'd be my fall.

Some sort of paranoia started developing inside of my brain whenever I passed someone I might have known, making me look like an idiot with my eyes darting around and all, but in the end I made it out of school. And then I remembered what was going to happen. I guess my pulse went so fast, a fat old man rolling around in his bed wouldn't know how fast it was. A sigh escaped me and I tried to pull myself together. When I got this shit done quickly, many people would still be there and might help me take down a crazed whore. Oh joy.

My steps got shorter and slower the closer I got to the back of the school building. God, this was going to be awful. Maybe I should bring a camera or something and send it to one of those retarded clip-shows only poor idiots watched. And maybe it'd become the most popular video and they'd title it something along the lines of "Boy gets beaten to death after love confession" or "Utatane Piko's last words". Some shit like that.

Rounding the corner I saw her wait there, twirling her hair around with her index finger with an absent minded pout. When she noticed me, she smiled sweetly before walking towards me with the slightest of swings to her undeveloped hips. How about a guessing game? What do you call a girl like that? Yeah, I'm not too sure either, whether it's "whore" or just "slut". Maybe "hooker".

"Piko-Kun, you came!" Not inside of you, though, Kagamine, so stop sounding so happy. She made a move to hug me somewhere around the neck or shoulders, and I, being the dick I am, took a step back, willing a blush on my cheeks. If I managed to blush is another question, but fuck that, looking away probably came across as shy enough already. Shit, I was lucky she wasn't in my class, or else she might have known how I was around Miki.

Her smile softened and she didn't try to hug me again, simply standing in front of me and looking almost innocent. Almost. "So... I think you know... why I asked you out here?" she asked, her face reddening just the tiniest bit. I nodded and had to bite my tongue to keep myself from saying something I hadn't planned on saying. "Ah, so... you know. You know, you've just caught my eye, but I didn't want to walk up to you. We're in different classes, after all" Kagamine continued, her lies sounding so sweet coming from her nicely formed lips and it was no wonder many had fallen for that. That I caught her eye was natural, with me being the freak of nature I am. But I was fairly sure she didn't give a fuck about me, so there.

"I can understand that" I said, nodding and using that chick-ish voice. "I'm on the shy side, too, but I think that's obivous." At least people said so, so maybe Kagamine would believe that. I looked into realistic rumors as well, so why shouldn't she trust them?

Kagamine nodded with a bright grin, and then took a step forward, this time making no move to touch me. "So... you know, I just want to say it out loud, okay? Tell me how you feel then, too, please?" Oh God, here it was. "I love you."

She said it. Those three words dripping with her dumb little lies, and I wanted to just run so I wouldn't have to deal with this shit. Figures I looked like a freak so I wouldn't attract people, let alone that I had to deal with them afterwards. "W-well... I... have been thinking about it since this morning and I..." I thought I couldn't finish that sentence, Kagamine's eyes sparkling with hope. "I... don't think I'm ready for any kind of realtionship exceeding friendship. I just don't know how to deal with this kind of thing and it frightens me so much. But above all... I am sorry, Kagamine-San, I just don't think I love you back and I'm afraid of starting to love you and hurt you afterwards." I guess I said stuff twice or thrice, but fuck that, that sounded so fucking mature I was seriously proud of myself.

And then her eyes got all teary. Shit. "I understand! I'm so sorry to have ever bothered you! Please forgive me!" She started wiping her eyes with the sleeves of her uniform. So much that she was either crying waterfalls or trying to make me say I was sorry and that I loved her back or some melodramatic shit. I went for placing a hand on top of her head and pat her hair. God, this was awkward. "Y-you don't have to stay with me!" Then, she started sobbing more before suddenly pushing me away. "N-no, y-you know what? I hate y-you now! You're an ass! You h-hurt my feelings!" And then she ran.

What the fuck did just happen.

A/N: New fanfic ahead! This one will be short and has quiet random a plot. With a bunch of plotholes ahead, too, so look forward to it!

I hate how people write Piko as the submissive and shy little gay guy who is just waiting to be beaten up and uke'd. But to make up for it I at least let him be that way towards others. I like the idea of him being a complete douche. It's fun to write, too.

No Rin-hate, don't worry, everything will be cleared up eventually, so there. For now, stick with me, please. Reviews are appreciated, favourites and followers (of course) too, but I'm just happy when someone reads my fanfics, so I'm not going to beg for anything.

I don't know when I'll update it and I think I need a beta-reader, because I'm not really in the mood to proof-read my own story right now. Should just be some typoes, though.

The M-rating is really just because it has a bunch of swearing, but I hope it's on a bearable level. It's just so much fun writing like this! ... Yeah. That's all, good-bye.