Chapter One.

They always met in secret. Not by choice, but because he was poor, and she was rich. He was healthy, and she was sick. He was street wise, and she was not. However, through a twist of fate, their hearts had been bound together by strong red string, and they were very much in love.

She, was Luka Megurine, daughter of a wealthy family, with no brothers or sisters. She was a cloistered girl, and knew very little about true poverty in her country. Despite her ignorance, she was sympathetic and kind; always gentle with everyone and everything.

It was a wonder that she hadn't been forced into marriage yet. There were plenty of suitable suitors. Rich men who would quite happily marry Luka. However, the said girl seemed to have avoided arranged marriage for years of her life, and she prayed that that wouldn't change.

He, was Len Kagamine, son of another poor and common family. He lived with his mother and his twin sister, but had not heard of his father for quite a while. The head of the Kagamine family had left ever since things had gone downhill, as in: 'There is no money left now.'

Len didn't mind though. Not too much. He was the head of the Kagamine family, and he worked hard to prove that. His sister was soon to be married to a man from a better off family. His mother had arranged that, but had made sure that both Len and his sister, Rin, were content with the situation. His sister, who was usually stubborn and full of pride, accepted fairly quickly. She was anxious to please her mother, her brother, and even this stranger that she would soon be married to.

Len's mother knew nothing of Luka. Well, not anything she had been told directly. She could sense when Len had met his lady-friend, as he came back looking optimistic and dreamy. She could sense when he was worried about her, as his eyes would be distant and he would be chewing his bottom lip. Despite this, she knew nothing about who she was, or where she was from. She didn't really know why her son was keeping this woman a secret.

Luka's family however, definitely knew about Len, although, they did not know his name. The couple had been caught once, hand in hand.

Luka's father was furious. How dare his daughter betray her wealthy status for that filthy, common boy? Luka's mother was sour about the matter, too. The family did not bring up the matter on Len, as it only caused arguments. Her parents assumed that Luka would grow out of him. It was all just a show, for rebellion, they insisted. She would break it off, sooner or later.

Yet, there they were, meeting again. Len was waiting for her underneath the town bridge. It was a nice meeting spot for them. They would sit by the river and talk. They would feel the tickle of the reeds on their arms and hands, or wherever they had skin showing. It was pleasant and calm, underneath the bridge. It was their special place.

"Are you there, Len?"

Len turned, and immediately broke into a smile. His face lit up as he hugged her tightly, inhaling her scent.

"I'm so pleased to see you," Len told her hurriedly. "I've missed you."

Luka smiled gently, nodding her head and holding him close. "I wish it wasn't like this. I've missed you, too."

The couple had seen each other in a while, for various reasons. For Luka, it was hard finding enough excuses to go out into town, which she barely knew her way around. She usually resorted to sneaking out, or if she was desperate, she would remind her parents that she was sickly. Guilt trip them into letting her go.

Len, on the other hand, was busy with work. His boss worked him as hard as possible - not out of spite, but because there were not enough workers to go round, and Len was one of the hardest working people he'd ever met. Therefore, Len's hours grew longer, and he really didn't have time for anybody or anything.

But, they were always desperate to see each other. And young love shouldn't be kept apart.

"How have you been?" Len asked as they sat down together near the river. They took off their shoes and socks and splashed their feet gently in the water, with their hands together at all times.

"A little better," replied Luka, smiling weakly. The moonlight made Luka's pasty skin shine silver. She looked like an angel, in the moonlight. Her blushing, pink hair looked softer than spun silk, and she truly looked beautiful. However, Luka was very ill indeed.

She always had been. She had been a frail child - always catching colds and coughs and other petty ailments. Her skin had always been paler than other children's. She would sometimes hold her head wearily with tears in her eyes, asking her mother why she felt so bad all the time. Sometimes, the poor child had even fainted.

Now that Luka had grown up, the family doctor was still watching out for symptoms or seizures or anything that might be dangerous. Lately, she had been feeling sharp pains in her stomach and her head. She often lacked energy, and although she was trying to be brave, sometimes she still felt like that shy little girl, who would ask her mother the same question, day in, day out.

Len squeezed Luka's hand. "Good," he said quietly. She leant on him, with her head drooping on his shoulder. They talked about home life and general life. About the wonders of the world, and their uncertain future.

"If I asked you to run with me, right now, would you come with me?" Len wandered aloud, hoping he hadn't startled Luka with such a serious proposition.

"Always," Luka answered. She answered truthfully, too. She felt so trapped within the confines of her home and her town, but Len made her feel free.

"Good," Len grinned. He lifted Luka's head from his shoulder, and knelt in front of her on one knee. "Will you, Luka Megurine, run away with me soon, and make me feel happy for the rest of my life?"

Luka grinned back at him, wrapping her arms around him once more. "Of course." Although his gesture had a slightly joke-y tone, it made her heart soar. She felt wanted and needed and in love.

Len felt the very same. He wanted so badly to protect Luka, yet, show her the world. All of it; good and bad. He wanted to take her hand and run with her forever, yet, he wanted to stay trapped in that moment by the river, with the reeds on his skin and her hand in his.

Years ago, when Len was young, he had not believed in true love. He believed in crushes and fleeting love and lust and everything except true, long lasting love. It was a myth. A fantasy! Yet, then he had met Luka. She had been looking at pale yellow roses. She had looked up, turning to look for someone, or something, and their eyes had met. It sounded cliché, but he had been attracted by her eyes. They were so gentle and kind looking, bluer than the sky.

And she, had been attracted by his. His eyes looked energetic and full of life. She had wanted to talk to him right there and then. She made him so curious.

So, she had said hello. He had commented on the roses she was viewing, and made her laugh. She asked his name, and he asked hers. They talked about the weather, although, both Len and Luka had many more, much more important questions than what the other thought of the weather.

They had loved each other from the very first day.

AN: So, another Len and Luka fic from me! This is based on Floating Love, Moon Flower. Please give me your thoughts, and I hope you enjoyed!:D