a/n: I'm back, with another story! This one will be shorter, with shorter chapters as well. I just needed a break on my other fic, and write something shorter. I'll update them both, though! :D Thanks for viewing, and please enjoy the story~~!

The fic is mostly based on Electric Angel by Miku (there's also a Rin Len ver), but you'll see Proof of Life and other song at the end! :3 I still have yet to decide...

DIZCLAIMER: I don't own Vocal Androids. '_' The cover pic is by me though :33

Chapter One: Discovery

She woke up, thinking she was having some sort of dream. But in the vast darkness, what was there to wake up to?

"Len...?" She called, but no voice came out. Her body felt as light as a dead butterfly, as she started heading towards a light. "I'm dead." She thought, though it took all her will to accept that. Was it really that quick? After months of hurting, it was over that quick...?

The light came closer, blinding her eyes. She reached out, to touch the light, to stroke it. She knew this was the end of the tunnel. The light that spills over you, as you look up from the bottom of the well. She was dead, and the light was her only guide.

"But Len...h-he needs me."

She turned back around. Drifting downward, into the darkness, she wanted to go back to him. She knew very well that she wasn't ready to leave him yet. And the sight that bestowed her...was her own body, drained of all life, half-buried in the snow. The lines of blood ran blue down her arms, cuts that she had made to herself. A scarf was wrapped around her neck, her favourite one.

Then she saw a figure running towards her, calling her name. Blond hair, blue eyes tinged with fear. She watched, as he came to her body. Falling to his knees, the boy broke.

"Len..." She whispered, guilty tears forming in her eyes. Was it even possible to cry in death? She felt the light tug her away, from the vision and from Len.

"Please, let me go back to him...!" She pleaded, trying to touch the vision. But it faded around her fingertips, the ice-cold wisps matching the ice that had been encased on her skin.

The dead one didn't want any of that. She made one dauntless leap, tearing her figure into the space. She was going back. And nothing was going to stop her.

The light was a tiny dot, disappearing above her. Was she willing to give up a peaceful afterlife to go see him again?

Yes.

But as she fell through the time barrier- the realm in which we call consciousness, she didn't see what expected to see. Her body was back, and this time it had wings. A warm, fiery glow illuminated the room. She felt her wings flap, as it took her up. However, her freedom was restricted. She could see that she was in some sort of cube. Except it wasn't. "Cube" the best word to describe the area defying dimensions, and she was tied down by a...cable?

She ran her fingers through her hair. It felt the same...short, soft. But now it had an electrical spark, a flare that gave it light and whispered once she touched it.

"Where am I..?" She asked, confused. "Who am I?"

A monitor unfolded in front of her. She's seen one of those before, although she had no idea where.

"NAME: RIN KAGAMINE. PROTOTYPE: 8473928746372-99328. CONDITION: NORMAL. YOUR MISSION: SEE BROTHER."

"What brother?" The angel wondered. She felt empty...like she was nothing but a cast, suspended by wings and static.

She didn't want to be in the "box". But she wanted to see the brother, and the reason why he was so important to her. Who was she, anyways?

"Rin Kagamine. I am Rin Kagamine."

Something whirred, in her head. Something mechanical. Rin received a signal. A message, another name.

"I am Reboot."

Somewhere, during some time, a solitary teenager walked up the stairs to his school. His wispy blond hair was tied into a short ponytail, a sign that this fourteen year old had pulled yet another all-nighter of either studying...like the nerd he was...or spending it on his laptop. His face, which was fair, was subtlety tinged with what you and I would call misery. No one approached him, as he walked his path alone. Others thought of him as a mysterious cutie, although it wasn't a impression he wanted to give off.

His name was Len Kagamine, social outcast and loner. Besides a girlfriend that had left him not too long ago, he has never interacted with other kids his age. He's there and then gone, his thin figure blending in with everyone's shadows.

The biggest gossipers in his school though, know about his sister. But let's save that story for another time...

Len Kagamine, as always, had arrived to school early. It wasn't like he had anything better to do, and the extra time could be put towards studying. He pushed open the doors to enter the empty, desolate hallways. The blond slunk through the hall of lockers, trying to avoid THEM.

Who were they? Possibly the biggest bullies of the school, targeting the queers and low-lifes of the school. "Low-lifes" like him.

And they usually hung around the school grounds at this time, because like him, they had nothing better to do.

"Hey, it's the Ponytail!"

A single voice, saying a name just like that, would send your heart racing in sheer terror as the gang came up to you, surrounding you like palm trees looking down on a sun-tanning man. Len could feel the sweat roll down his face as he avoided their malicious looks.

Three heads. Three colours. Blue, red, and white intermingled and looked down on the certain blonde.

"Whatcha doing so early here, nerd? You know social disasters like you should be kept at home. In this time of the day, this is OUR turf." Their ringleader hissed, who bore a clean tie and neat hair. His tongue was sharp, his appearance was neat, and he seemed like a gentleman if only he wiped the scowl off of his pale face.

"Buzz off." He countered.

The trio gave a collective "ooh..", mocking him. The man with the tie, Ted, glanced over to the others.

"What should we do with him?" He questioned.

"If it were up to me, I wanna beat him until he can no longer breed. Of course, they are consequences, right Ted?" The blue-haired man, sporting muscles on his biceps and abdomen said.

"You might as well rape him. I heard things like that can scar people for life."

Even though his friend was joking, the athletic male was enraged for some reason.

"Shut the hell up, Piko! Nobody friggen cares about you anyways."

'"And the same goes for you too, my friend." Piko retorted.

"Enough!" Ted intercepted. "I know what we should do."

The sharply dressed red-head pulled Len's tie upward, choking him. Then in that moment, he swiped his glasses right off of his face, crushing in under his foot. The crinkle of glass was audible in the hallow hallway.

The other guy, who Len remembered as Kaito, carried him easily down the hall. He shoved Len into an empty but fully functional locker, snickering. He ignored the blond's thrashing as he joined his gang, who were now looting and smashing his laptop. Boyish laughter was heard throughout the school, and they eventually left saying "Next time, we should shave off his ponytail and mail it to his mom, with a letter that her son was eaten by a crocodile but 'it couldn't digest the girly parts'!"

The boy was as blind as a bat without his glasses. Len tried not to cry as he stayed imprisoned in the locker. Eventually, his wits got a hold of him and he picked the lock. The hallway was once again dark and empty, with his belongings left destroyed in the middle of the floor.

He could barely make out his world as he stumbled blindly towards his glasses, which were crushed but still intact. He put them on, and his vision split into ten sections. But at least he could see.

Len didn't think about Ted Kasane and his galoots. This kind of stuff happened often, but if you were to report them in any way, more would come to you. That was just the way things worked, but Len could easily be the most abused kid in the history of all education facilities. Not only was he bullied by Ted's gang, but any other students took the pleasure to mock or cuff him. It was hard, being the only nerd in the school.

But once upon a time, none of this even existed. Because even though he was considered geeky and antisocial, there use to be someone who protected him. Someone who stood between him and the rest of the world.

"Time to study." Len entered the library. His love of knowledge was what kept him alive, but now it seemed like a curse.

School processed. After it had finally come to an end, Len dragged himself back into his empty house. It was one of those old-fashioned country houses on the corner of a dark suburban street. His parents left on a business trip years ago, and Len was about to let go of the fact that they were ever coming back.

Len didn't want to think about that. He hauled himself into his room, slamming the door closed. It was nearly impossible to see, and he would have to explain to Iroha why he needed his third pair of glasses in two months.

"What am I doing wrong?!" He threw his glasses across the room, and undid his ponytail. With frustration coursing through his body, Len flung himself onto his bed.

"Why does everyone hate me? Because I'm weak? Because I'm not attractive? Can't they see the things that I'm going through?"

Len's world became blurry, and he knew it was coming. The tears came silently, overflowing each time he blinked. It's been ages since the last time he cried. They might have been forgotten, but never gone.

"I'm weak. Why am I weak? Why can't I handle things myself? Why don't they see how the things handle ME?!"

He hated tears. They were memories of certain things that had happened in his life. They were mementos of how fragile he was. They reminded him of the day his other half was torn apart from him...

"Why did you have to go, Rin? Why did you have to-"

His train of thought was interrupted by the sounds of his computer booting up.

Through blinded sight, Len could barely make out his laptop, which was open on his desk. The monitor was a blinding white screen, which had turned on by itself. He was baffled, as the computer was off when he got in. He walked over, picked up the glasses which had landed harmlessly onto the beanbag chair, and went over to it.

You have: 1 New Message. Click to view.

Len was curious to see who had messaged him, even though he was still preoccupied about how the laptop had started itself. He wiped away what remained of the tears, and clicked the button.

(1/11/13 3:20 pm) User " _r3b00t_" has sent you a message:

_r3b00t_: What are the quantum mechanical properties of an electron?

Len knew the answer to the question, but he gave the screen uneasy looks. Who was "_r3b00t_"? Judging by the timing, the message was sent the second his computer had mysteriously started. He shrugged, since it might just be one of his internet friends. Because he had a lot of those.

He leaned over...

(3:21 pm) bananakagamine02: Intrinsic angular momentum of the half-integer value of a fermion. why?

Len pulled his chair out, waiting for a response. Sure enough, it came:

_r3b00t_: Ah, I found you then. :)

bananakagamine02 is typing...

bananakagamine02: what do u mean?

_r3b00t_: Don't worry about me, let's talk about YOU. I know you are having some trouble at school, care to explain?

The boy raised his eyebrow. This was the first user who didn't ask him about his age/gender/country type thing, but instead about his school. How on earth did they know that?

bananakagamine02: U don't want to hear it... :(

_r3b00t_: But I do. It's kinda hard to explain, but I was sent here to help. Whatever you need to say, just say it. I'm the only one you've got.

Len sighed. It was true, the fact that he was a loner and this person knew it. But he decided to go along with it.

bananakagamine: Fine. What do u want to hear?

_r3b00t_: Anything, really! *twirls*

Len couldn't help but smile at that. There was something familiar about this "reboot" person. Something that filled a space inside of him.

bananakagamine02: Life is tough, as u know. There are these three people at my school...

The rest of the afternoon was spent talking to the stranger. Little did Len know that soon, "reboot" was going to become a major part of his life. And after that, he will NEVER be the same...

a/n: Please please tell me what you thought (and what I could have worked on). I'll try to update as quickly as I can. THANK YOU! c:

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