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}To Say I Love You{

Len 's POV
"How are my two favorite twins doing?" Luka asked as she set her tray next to mine. "I got a detention from first period and I am attending a rat's execution in a few weeks," I sighed. I picked up the orange on my tray and handed it to Rin. She was always grateful for an orange, even though she had the manners of a child and didn't thank me.

I was hoping that my failure was excusable. It was my first week at Vocaloid High, the school of arts. Not the only one in Japan, but extremely well known. Very prideful students, and a lot of freedom. Except we had to wear uniforms. I did a good job in most of my classes except for drama. It's not that easy, okay? This was the first time I've ever been assigned to act.

"Len! Grandma will kill you! She wants you to do your best in acting, the way she did!" Rin scolded as she tore into her orange. Still no thank you, but I didn't expect one.

I sighed. "It's not that I'm doing a terrible job," I argued. "I just got confused about the lines. Then one thing led to another. I got into an argument with Meiko Sensei, then she gave me a detention slip." Frustrated, I yanked slip of paper out of my pocket and stared at the writing.
It was silky cursive, but she didn't even have my name written. She simply wrote "the male twin".

"She doesn't even know my name," I groaned. I slumped in my seat.

Luka shrugged. "Meiko Sensei doesn't know a lot of names. She doesn't know my first name. You're very unfortunate that there aren't any other twins in the school. You could've framed someone." She snatched the milk off of my tray. I called out with some comic despair. "Hey! I was going to drink that!"

"Whoops. Got you confused with Rin," she said. She set the milk back on my tray. Then she grabbed the carton from Rin, who shot Luka a look, but she let it go anyway. The two were already best friends.

I did what I do best when I can't smile. I sighed. I had no friends that Luka had not introduced to us when we first came to Vocaloid High. I had a best friend back in Wales, Oliver, but we hadn't talked much since the big move. Rin was totally fine with leaving behind her friends, because she could visit during the holidays. And through Facebook. But I barely knew how to make an account. But I didn't want to think about that.

"Are you implying I'm feminine?" I asked, staring at the pinkette. Simultaneously, Rin said "Are you implying I'm masculine?" Luka laughed. "I'm implying that I get confused when I see two blond heads all the time." With that she rubbed both of our heads and drank Rin's milk.
The weird thing I noticed about Luka was that most of her friends were male, with the exception of Rin and Rion. (And perhaps Akita-san?) It was funny, how Rin and Rion had very similar names. I had a name similar to Leon's, so because of these similarities, and the fact that we were the only twins in the school, we were mainly referred to as "the twins." And we were kind of famous to the school. Our ability to sing and play instruments wasn't that different from many of the students, and yet it was appraised...probably just Rin's great social skills and her other amazing talents?

After all, Rin was extremely charismatic. She joined the cheerleading squad, the soccer team, and signed up for a charity concert. People said she was funny and cute, thought I personally don't see how. She can be more vicious than a rabid raccoon. Her singing was really good, though. She played the violin and she could act and everything. She was the perfect socialite.

Me? Awkward. I guess I smile a lot - never knew what else to do with my face anyhow. I was always considered cute by the people around me, but that only gave other boys something else to tease me about. I am not very cool or strong or anything. I was always a little more...I guess I was seen as feminine. I could sew and cook and perform other basic chores while other lads had only seen their mothers capable of. That, and I hardly cut my hair.

Of course there were many other issues. That was just the biggest one, and it remained so until puberty, which every other boy was transitioning through with hilarious disgrace. That was sort of awesome.

Don't think I was all the way weak, now: I used to play a soccer back in Wales, but I didn't want to do it anymore because it reminded me that I wasn't home. My team was gone. I felt sick. I sighed again. If I could just see him, I wouldn't feel so upset.
Of course, I couldn't do that if I couldn't figure out where he was. Our Dads had this brilliant idea to move within the same time. And he was never given a phone. Friendship is always so convenient until you realize you are without a phone.

"You know, speaking of blonds, aren't you guys supposed to be stupid?" Gakupo interjected, brushing fingers thorugh his long, bright purple hair. Bright freaking purple. Rin shot him a look and kicked him harshly in the shin. She could put her soccer skills into anything she wanted. And she would always come out on top.

"Get the message?" She asked, folding her arms. She squirmed a wicked brow and waited. "Got it," he breathed, wincing. Luka giggled with pride and sympathy all at once. She had some perfection mixed into her. That much was obvious.

Once that was over, I sank back into thought. I think Oliver said something about London when he mentioned his Dad's idea. I was always scanning the little details; sometimes I figured I would make a good detective. But I'm still a pretty dumb kid. I've only ever realized my most humble dreams.

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"Ollie" and I had been best friends since the first grade. I remembered it like it was yesterday. It nearly killed me.

"Class," rang a teacher's honeyed voice, "this is Len Kagamine. He moved here from Tokyo and I would adore if you'd be kind to him."

I was up at the front on neatly pressed shorts and shirt, with my white, pink and blue shoes on my feet. Was anyone kind? They seemed scary to a six-year-old kid. None of them looked me in the eye properly, which was confusing. When I sat down there was dry giggling mixed with whispers.
At recess, I wanted to play with some of the others so badly, as children my age tended to want. But they didn't feel the same.

They chased each other across the playground, screeching with laughter. I was so excited by the idea of tag that I ran straight into the biggest kid, who was by child-logic the leader.

"Can I play with you guys?" I begged. Students looked at me like I was crazy, and a little bit uncomfortable. As if I was some snitch. I waited, my feet fidgeting, for some kind of response."

"We're playing Zombie. Do you know what zombies are?" One girl managed to murmur, a kindness I was thankful for.

I blinked. "Dead people walking? Mommy told me that."

"Okay, one zombie has to infect other people, until everyone's a zombie."

I understood well enough. I was just eager to start a game and learn some names, like kids always are.

"Who's the Zombie?"

"Her," the largest boy insisted, jabbing a finger at another girl. "Because girls are icky like rotted zombies."

I caught their clearly offended expressions and realized it was my time to shine. "Girls aren't icky," I insisted like a genius.

"They are too." The other boys quickly rose to the challenge.

What I had learned from Grandma was that an argument is backed with evidence. I stated mine. "Mommy says that girls should be treated with a lot of respect because some of them grow up to be Mommies and some of them have to have twins and clean up after them all the time, and that some should be respected because they do the same work that everyone else does and they 'aspire' for important careers, an-"

"You talk like a wuss," the biggest said bluntly, and then they weren't scared, they were laughing. It was suddenly okay to make me uncomfortable.

"I'm not," I explained simply. I thought this was all I needed to say, even if I didn't know what a wuss was.

"You don't even look like a boy," he laughed sharply. "You're so girly." He walked around me, circling like some kind of predator. "Long hair, and long eyelashes - you even have a girl's voice!"

"I'm a boy," I said earnestly. I waited for them to listen, watched them turn their backs and shatter my six-year-old heart. The girls cast me sympathetic looks. "I just want to play!" Then they walked away.

Rin was doing just fine. She didn't talk more than she laughed, and for being a cute girl she was easily accepted. I feel like they didn't even realize she was my sister. I chose not to day anything, and especially not to cry. It was so quick I didn't think I physically could - I was hot with shame and anguish.

I wandered in a stupor until I heard the big kid's voice again. "Sailor Boy," he taunted. Over and over again to the point it couldn't be ignored. I turned to address what he had said to me, but I found that they, in fact, had said it to another boy. He was sandy blond, wearing a Sea Captain's hat. He was bandaged in various places. They shoved him against the tree. Other kids were laughing, but he kept a straight face. He didn't burn up the way I did.

Although in hindsight he was terrified, I felt like I had just seen the bravest child in the world. They were bullying him, so I walked over and did what I do best.

"What'd he do?" I demanded. They turned to me and started telling me really rude things - things that kids my age generally never know and my grandmother in another country might just as well slap me across the face for thinking. I didn't stop there, I just kept asking until they called me a dumb girl.

"Such a dumb girly-boy," they collectively hissed under their breath, and then left. The kid that they'd been picking on stared at me, like he was confused. After the bullies left to pick on someone else, the "Sailor Boy" spoke.
"Why did you do that?" He asked. "They're rude buggers. They're going to be after you, know." I swallowed when he said this. I know it's childish to think it even when I was that young, but I thought that they were going to watch me through the rest of my life. I did not appreciate the oh-so-clever nick-name.

"My name's Oliver, but you can call me Ollie," he continued, as though he had never said anything disconcerting.

"My name is Len," I replied. "I like your hat."

"I like your shoes." He pointed at the faint pink laces tied in respectable knots. For once, I felt proud of them. But I never wore them after this.

"I like that you like my shoes." I grinned, earning a mirror response, minus a front tooth.

"I like tag. Let's play tag."

Finally, someone was willing to talk to me. Someone wanted to play some game. I was so excited that I squealed like a dying piglet.

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"Len? We're leaving the cafeteria," Rin said."Is

"Hmm? Oh. I was just thinking about something," I muttered.

"Well, we kind of have to go to music class?" I flashed an apologetic smile. "I forgot we're in a school building," I laughed.

Luka pulled me to my feet, proudly declaring, "this is actually an abandoned warehouse we turned into a school!"

Only a student from Vocaloid, High School of Arts would be proud enough to say something like that.