A/N: Hey, everyone! Sorry I've been away for a while. I know I desperately need to updates my other fics. I just need to get inspiration for them. In the meantime, I've been writing random stuff like this. This is actually a gift-fic for a friend, who is going to cosplay Kaito at a local con and she roped me into doing Len, so... yeah, can't wait for that! So please enjoy this fic and I'll try to update my other stuff soon! Love you all!

Wind Chimes

Chapter One

He had been rejected again.

Len let out a defeated sigh as he exited the tall building that scraped the sky above, which was clear with a bright sun shining happily down on him. But he didn't feel happy. This was the ninth time his audition had been cut short, the music company had denied his form and he was asked to leave. He wasn't sure what the problem was. His twin, Rin, had been accepted from her first audition (and her latest song "From S to T" was a huge hit already), and she had told Len that he could get in just as easily, because she loved his voice.

Well, needless to say, those words didn't offer comfort now.

Len walked down the street by a local park and stopped by one of the vending machines to get a Sprite. Luck wasn't on his side today, as the machine didn't immediately spit out the soda, so he gave it a good whack. That seemed to do it, but now his hand was throbbing from the action. A little irritated now, Len sat down on the bench, popping the tab on the can, and took a long sip. He let out a sharp breath after, and then sighed again. This was just frustrating. Rin had gotten in so easily. He might've been just a tad jealous of her because of that; he was the younger brother by only a few minutes, but he wouldn't call his voice horrid… Rin's voice was beautiful, and though he was jealous of that, he loved his sister all the same.

Len closed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, removing his headset from his head so it hung around his neck. Now what could he do? There weren't that many more music companies he could go through and auditioning again for one that had rejected him was just an idiot move. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, holding loosely to the can of Sprite. Was he truly all that horrible?

"Something wrong?"

Len snapped his head up, light aqua eyes falling on a tall figure in front of him. He had striking blue hair and navy eyes lined with coal and splashed with a hint of amethyst; he was tall, and wore casual black pants with a three-quarter sleeve black shirt with a wide collar. There was a dark blue scarf around his neck. He was regarding Len with a small smile and though he was obviously an adult – compared to Len, who was just sixteen – he didn't seem so overpowering.

Realizing he had been asked a question, Len snapped out of his daze and stared off towards the fountain in the middle of the park. "No, nothing." Who was this man and what did he want with Len? Sure, everyone in town was nice, and even the most random stranger would smile and wave at you, but it wasn't all that often Len was talked to by an adult.

The man smiled somewhat sadly and sat down beside Len on the bench. "You seem disheartened."

Len glanced at the man, then shrugged. "Anyone who's realized they can't sing to save their life would be disheartened."

"What makes you say that?"

"Every music company I've thought of has rejected me. My twin Rin got accepted immediately, so it's only natural I should be, too, right?"

"Not necessarily," the man replied, regarding Len with a more serious look.

"Well, the music company said I have no talent, so—"

"That's ridiculous. I think your voice is fine."

Len gave the man a look. They had just met and this adult was saying he had a nice voice? Who was he, anyway? He hadn't even heard Len sing. Rather than question it, Len turned back to the fountain. "Just what they told me." Did he want pity or something? No, Len didn't like pity; hated it, in fact.

He took a swig from his Sprite, while the man watched him, scarf waving in the breeze. Len took another drink before leaning back against the bench, his headset clicking around his neck. He closed his eyes.

"You shouldn't give up, you know," the blue-haired male finally said, giving Len a smile.

Len blinked his eyes open and sat up. "Why are you trying to encourage me? You don't even know me." The man let out a chuckle. It was a nice sound, melodic, and it made the adult seem younger than he was. Len coloured lightly. "What's so funny?"

"Well, it's quite simple," the older male replied. "If you have a goal, go for it. If you want to sing, then sing. Don't be so discouraged; just because it may seem easier for some doesn't mean it'll be just as simple for you. Some people have to work hard to get where they are, and sometimes it's for the better that they do. You have a nice voice, so don't give up on it so easily."

Len's cheeks turned redder. "You haven't even heard me sing!"

"I don't need to; I can already hear it," the man said again, laughing more now. "The thing is, you don't hear it. Listen to yourself every now and then."

"… You're weird." It was all Len could really say. He didn't even know this man and he was trying to encourage Len to keep trying to get accepted in the music industry. It was strange. The only support Len had really gotten was from his sister and some of her friends, like Meiko and Luka, but sometimes it just didn't feel like the right kind of support he needed. Len wasn't so oblivious as to figure that out already...

"Maybe so, but it makes for good conversation," the blue-haired man replied before standing up. "I need to be somewhere. It was nice talking to you."

He held out his hand. Len tentatively took it, shaking the man's hand, and when he pulled his hand back, it had a piece of paper in it. Len blinked. "What's this?" he asked, unfolding the paper. It was a place and a time, with a number underneath it.

The man smiled. "It's a concert I'm putting on. I'd be delighted if you came.

Len glanced at the man before looking back down at the time and place again. Something about it seemed familiar. "S-sure…" Why was this so familiar? He recognized something about the place, but what concerts weren't in town nowadays? But there was something he couldn't put his finger on, just what was it?

"Just tell them you're a VIP code 100002, and you won't have to pay to get in. I wrote it on the paper just so you wouldn't forget."

"Th-thanks," Len stuttered with a small red stain on his cheeks. "Uhh, what's your name?" Len looked up as the man turned away. "I'm Len. Kagamine Len."

The man smiled back at him over his shoulder. "Nice to meet you, Len." He then turned and waved as he walked off.

Len stood up, calling after him. "Wait, I don't know your name!"

A faint laugh reached his ears, and the man walked out of the park, which left Len very, very confused. His hand tightened on the piece of paper. Maybe it would be best to go, if only to find out who the hell that guy was.

-x-

"You're pushing it, bro," a man with fiery red hair said as his brother climbed into the car. "He's just a kid."

"He has talent, Akaito, and you know I can't stand to see it wasted," his brother replied, blue locks dancing in front of his eyes as he closed the door and secured his seatbelt.

Akaito huffed and revved up the engine, pulling away from the park and into the traffic. "Yeah, but yer practically stalking him, Kaito. Kinda creepy, y'know?"

"I am not stalking him," Kaito insisted, eyes a little harder, frustrated. He then turned his eyes back to the road with a frustrated sigh. "I'm just monitoring him."

"So basically stalking."

"It's not stalking."

"Well either way, it makes you seem like a pervert. He's still just a kid."

Kaito was silent. It was true that something about the blond had intrigued him, maybe evoked some form of feeling inside him; the point was that he had learned that Len was trying to become a world-renowned singer, and needed a big push at this point, since music industries no longer cared for talent so long as the singer looked pretty, like a celebrity. Kaito didn't like that kind of thinking. The singer could be covered in boils for all Kaito cared, so long as they sang their heart out. That was all it was. And Kaito had noticed Len when he first arrived into town. He saw how the blond was always mouthing lyrics when listening to his iPod and strolling down the street (Kaito had been in a small café with his brother at the time when he first spotted him through the window), how Len's eyes seem to go farther when music was in. The aqua eyes would brighten and there would be a flash of green in them, like a few blades of grass trapped in an orb of ice. Beautiful.

Len had great looks, too, despite being so young, but the youthful aspect to him was a key in his beauty, Kaito thought. And when the man listened to Len's voice when he talked to him today, Kaito likened it to low wind chimes that rung when the wind picked up and could only be heard if one listened very, very carefully. And Kaito had definitely listened. There was a certain melodic note in Len's voice that Kaito knew was a pure, raw gift. Kaito had a gift, but Len had the talent.

"You invited him to the concert, didn't you?" Akaito asked, and the blue-haired male nodded. "Bold move, 'specially cause the kid don't know you."

"He didn't recognize me is all," Kaito said, leaning back in his seat. "He was pretty out of it, or he'd realize who I was."

"Well, you kinda blend in when you're not wearin' your white and blue and insist on wearing black instead," Akaito countered, taking a sharp turn around the corner, to which Kaito gave a disapproving look. "Besides, you wanted secrecy for now and surprise him at the concert, right?"

Kaito nodded. "I think it's time he got the attention he deserves."

Akaito smirked at his brother. "Pervert."

Kaito gave him an offended look. "Says my brother who's openly gay for Mikuo."

Akaito blushed hard enough to match his hair. "You want me to crash this car?"

"Let's just head back. Miku's waiting for us."