All That I'm Living For
Chapter 1
Len P.O.V.
The rain is pouring and pattering at my skin, and it's so dark, I depend on the street lights just to see. My instincts perk up, and I hear a faint siren whining.
Oh God.
I run, puddles splashing at my skin, and my dark, tattered clothing, soaking it as it clung to my skin. Shelter was the only thing I had in mind. I need to hide. I run to the nearest house, which is small and cozy-looking on the outside, good enough for a couple. I hear a thunderbolt, and jump. "Damn it," I muttered. Why must I be such a baby sometimes? I shivered a bit, and then knew I had to do some B&E, as they called it. I have never done so before, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I couldn't go through the front door, that's too easy. Dead giveaway. I tug on the windowsill until it reluctantly gave in. Yes.
When I went inside, it was definitely not a couple's room. In the very dim light I could tell the room was too small for one. The smell of citrus reeked the area, tingling my nose and almost making me laugh. But, I haven't laughed for a long time. Sighing, I closed the window behind me, with the sudden feeling that the room was all orange, just because of the strong fragrance.
Before I knew it, my head grew dizzy and woozy, and I began to feel drowsy to the point that I couldn't think straight. My eyelids ached to shut, to have some well-earned sleep. So, I curled beside the window, hopefully out of sight, and feel asleep.
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Rin P.O.V.
I'm driving home from my job at work, which is a waitress at a cafe. Sounds stupid, I know, but I needed to earn some extra money, since I live alone. My parents are divorced, and my mom has a job that's far away, so there's not much I can do about that. You just have to get used to it, because life isn't always going to go as planned.
It's raining cats and dogs, and I'm glad I'm driving home, for once. The windshield wipers move like a metronome, as I hum to a familiar tune I heard a long time ago. Suddenly, there's the clash of a thunderbolt, and I stop my foot on the break, earning a very contempt horn from the mini-van behind me. I sigh. Why do I have to be such a baby?
By the time I reach home, I fish out my key and open the door before I could become soaking wet. "I'm home," I mumbled into the air. Since it's Friday, I've got work tomorrow and the day after. I take a quick shower, and put on an old silk nightdress that went past my knees. I removed the hair clips that held my bangs in place, and the ribbon I always wear on my head. Just as I decided to get some sleep, my orange phone starts ringing.
I checked the caller ID. It's one of my closest friends. I pick up the phone, and in my cheeriest tone possible, which was considerably cheery, despite how drop-dead tired I was, picked up.
"Hey, Miku!" I exclaimed in a shrilly, peppy voice.
"Haiiii Rin-Rin!" she squeals.
"Sooo, what's up?" I'm really not in the mood for any of this, I just wanted some sleep. But I have to talk to her, because she is my best friend.
"I was thinking that maybe we could hang out some time soon," she suggested, but I could sense the hope that was traced in her voice. It always sounded like that when it came to coming over. I walked down the hallway, to my room, and stopped at the door.
"Yeah! That's totally cool. How about, on Monday?" I asked. After all, it was summer vacation.
"Fine with me! I'm available all week, so maybe we could-" she went on and on, chattering so rapidly that I couldn't keep up. All I could think about was getting some sleep. When I twisted the brass doorknob, and opened up the door, I couldn't see anything, as darkness flooded around me. I pressed my hand against the wall, feeling for the light switch, and when I found it, I flicked my wrist to flip it on. "Soooo, then we can totally get a manicure. Then eat leeks. Then get a pedicure, and maybe go shopping, and eat some more leeks, and-"
"-Miku?" my voiced cracked in half, the name sounding totally and utterly foreign on my tongue for a moment.
"Yeah, Rin-Rin?" I heard Miku's squeaky voice tone down a bit on the other line, confused and concerned.
"Gotta go. Bye." I cut her off, and hung up. I dropped the phone on the orange fuzzy carpet and nearly screamed.