Prologue

The small, sun-color haired boy sat on a bed of daffodils, struggling with the god-forsaken flowers. After his sister had accomplished the seemingly effortless task, he'd been fumbling around, attempting to braid the small stems together. His large ocean blue eyes were narrowed in careful concentration, as his twin sat across from him; head slightly tilted in curiosity and anticipation.

"Len… are you sure you don't need help with that?" she questioned, biting her lip as his flower-bracelet fell apart again.

"I've got this… It looks so easy when you do it, Rin." Len carefully inserted the stem into a loop just as he'd seen his sister do; tongue poking out the side of his mouth and once again, he failed.

The blonde groaned in defeat and threw his mess of petals onto the grass before him. His cheeks were slightly puffed out in a cute pout; arms crossed in a defiant manner. He held his angry mood until... he felt a small hand tug at his shirt sleeve. Rin held the flower wreath she'd made beforehand out to her brother, and smiled warmly.

"Here Len, you can have mine if you'd like"

The boy's eyes lit up in a flash of happiness; his pout shifting into a cheeky and innocent grin. Len reached over and gently took the delicate mass of woven daffodils.

"Wow… thanks Rin! I'll repay you somehow someday. The things you give me are so pretty; I wish I had some kind of skill like you."

The girl just smiled heartwarmingly at her beloved brother in response, and placed the wreath upon his sunshine mess of hair.

"Really now Len, what would you do without me?" she giggled.

Immediately, he answered, "Nothing."

Frowning, Rin whacked him lightly over the head.

"You have to do something Len; or you'll just rot away like a pile of weeds!"

"But I don't know what I'd do. Without you, I really might just rot away."

The girl arched an eyebrow and huffed.

"Well than we'll just have to find something for you to do, don't we?"

Len airily nodded as his sister took upon the ultimate thinking pose: a hand stroking her nonexistent beard, and one arm crossed over the other. After a few moments of awkward silence, she came up with an idea, and was hopping around her brother; exited to tell him her thoughts. Len could almost see the light bulb blinking above her head.

"Listen to this Len, you could be a hero! It suits you the best doesn't it? You always told me you want to be strong and masculine! And you don't have to be just any hero; you have to be my hero! "

Len smiled and nodded, obviously in love with the idea. He'd always been picked on by the other kids due to his slight figure and feminine features. He'd never even bothered to cut his hair, and had always kept it up in a stubby ponytail. As soon as the words "strong" and "masculine" had slipped out of Rin's lips, he knew he'd just discovered his life dream.

Rin huffed in satisfaction. She'd saved Len's future once again! He'd always been kind of pessimistic, and had often just given up on many things. Their parents were always arguing; the Yellow Country's king and queen weren't exactly the perfect couple. Obviously, running a country was expected to be hard, but they never had enough money and had been raising taxes to supply the local militia and castle needs. The civilians weren't very happy with this, and had been revolting; putting loads of stress upon their family. However, the ministers of the countries suggested they don't change their ways. And what the ministers said was law; they were highly respected and always had advised the kings and queens of all the countries with everything they did, but people had started to talk; maybe the minister's words weren't as wise as they seem to be. Maybe it wasn't a very smart decision to heed their advice, because it seemed as if it were the ministers who were running this country, and not the kings and queens. All in all, all these rumors and all the stress that had built up was obviously effecting Len's self-confidence. Rin had always taken Len out to play; just to get away from all the madness that dwelled inside the castle.

"Hey Rin… there're some strange people walking toward us…"

Gong…Gong…Gong…

Rin, who had been startled out of her thoughts by the 3'oclock church bells, blinked in confusion.

"Huh? What'd you say, Len?"

The blonde in question merely pointed at the three men pacing briskly toward them. They were all elegantly dressed, with ravishing, and without a doubt, extremely expensive ensemble. Among them, was one of the ministers; he had a parchment clutched in one hand.

Rin abruptly stood up, brushing off her dress; her brother followed in suit, straightening his leather tunic and brushing petals from his trousers, the flower wreath upon his head forgotten.

The three gentlemen promptly halted before the twins, and the minister unrolled his scroll of parchment.

"Len Kagamine, prince of the Yellow Country, your title is hereby revoked by unanimous vote by the council. You are declared unfit to preside over this country due to your lack of poise, pride, and sense of authority. You will be transported to the outskirts of the Yellow Kingdom's property to reside in Miss McGregor's Orphanage for Young Boys until you have reached maturity, and will then be released to live a life of your own."

The boy's eyes widened in shock; revoked? That couldn't be!

Rin however, growled menacingly at the three men, and clung tightly onto her brother's arm.

"You can't do that! You can't take him away from me!"

They ignored her, and one of the two gentlemen lifted Len over his shoulder, while the other hindered Rin's efforts to pursue her brother.

"No! Please, give him back to me! Len!"

The boy struggled in his captor's grasp, writhing about and shrieking words of protest. The situation was absolutely heartrending! Fervent tears of frustration trickled down both their cheeks; two hands outstretched in a fruitless attempt to join once again. The screams of agony and distress continued even after he was planted onto the horse's saddle and ridden out of earshot.

When her voice faltered, and she could not talk anymore, Rin felt herself slowly growing cold. Such feelings melancholy and emptiness was something she'd never forget. Her other half had been taken from her, and now she encountered the experience of the loss of a loved one. They might as well have cut off her arms and legs; she would feel no difference.

She felt so blank and vacant…