I start so many stories when I have no internet. Sigh...

Disclaimer: Je ne possede pas la Vocaloids. A tous confiance en moi Je voudrais ne.

Warning: Based on a dream I had a long time ago. So I'm sorta blurry on the details of it. Plus, in my dream, the events moved very quickly, so I'm trying to slow it down and put events in-between.

I had no idea how I got here.

All I knew is I fell asleep in my own bed last night, and when I woke up, I was here, with my bags packed.

And, yet again, I had no idea how I got here.

I glanced around at the other people there, and studied their faces. No one else seemed confused, or even slightly scared.

God knew I was terrified, and confused as hell.

I studied the strange maze I was in. What was up with the thorns, and roses on the hedges? Jeez, if you accidentally fell into it...

I didn't want to complete that thought. I looked around, trying to see what all the others were doing. They seemed to be listening for something, concentration scribbled all over their faces. Tilting my head, I tried to listen for the same thing as the others were listening for, and heard the faint yells of adults calling out names and...room numbers?

Sighing, I walked through the murderous garden, spotting a bright yellow object in the distance. Curiosity took control of my body, making me jog over to it. Sheer joy raced through my veins as I seen the Road Roller, a pleased grin stretching against my lips.

"Most perfect machinery in the world, isn't it?" A pleasant voice called from behind me, making me jump and spin toward the source of the sound. I came face to face with a boy around my age, with a strange similarity in looks to me.

Sheepishly I grinned, replying, "Yes, Road Rollers are my favorite type of machinery."

"Ah, mine too." he said, a smile twitching against his soft pink lips. His aqua eyes sparkled, his blonde hair glowing in the moonlight. I blushed softly, glancing away.

"My name is Len." the boy stated, holding out his hand. I stared at it, dumbfounded for a moment, before blushing fiercely and taking his hand.

"Rin." I replied, shaking his hand.

"Ah, such a lovely name." Len commented, a small smirk replacing his smile as he squeezed my hand. Shivers snaked their selves up my spine, making me squeeze back. Suddenly, he cocked his head to one side, seemingly listening to something.

"Ah, that was room. I must go. We shall meet again?" he questioned, his eyes sparkling.

"U-Um, s-sure." I stuttered, my face heating up. He smiled up at me before planting a soft kiss on my knuckles and walking off. I stared after him, my hand falling limply to my side.

This school was so weird.

But...

I had a feeling I just might enjoy it.

Maybe.

Sorry it's so short, I wrote this seriously late. T~T

But, review still? :D

Also, check my profile, it has something very important at the end.

~Amaya Kagamine