Hey guys! This is just something that I wrote for school, and I tweaked it a little so I could put this in the Vocaloid fandom! It's funny that as soon as I wrote this, I wanted the characters to be Rin and Len the moment I started typing this up. But I might read this to the class, and they might get kinda confused, so basically, almost anywhere you see Rin is where the word 'she' used to be! ^J^
EDIT: I was unsatisfied with how this was before, and rewrote it. I had to use vocabulary words the first time, so a lot of the sentences were just plain awkward orz
Rin made her way downtown in the heart of New York City, walking briskly as she tried to make it back to her shared apartment. It was starting to get cold out, and it was getting late.
Above all the other city noises, only one stood out in particular: the whirring of ambulances passing by. One after another, an endless line. It began to worry Rin; she was sure most people beside her were born there, and they paid no heed, not even a murmur about it.
"Well whatever it is, the authorities can handle it. Not like it's my business anyway."
Suddenly her phone began to ring, its high-pitched tone resounding through the night sky. She stuffed her hand in her purse, digging around for the small rectangular object.
She guessed it was Len again. These days it seemed that when they weren't together in the apartment, he felt the need to call and text her all the time. Although she knew it was because he was her brother and that he cared, it was starting to get a little annoying how she couldn't go an entire hour without his 'updates'.
As she pulled the device out in the open, she checked the number on the screen, expecting it to be Len. To her surprise, it wasn't. In fact, it was a private caller. Should I even answer this? It certainly wasn't Len, or any of her friends. She hesitated, but decided to pick up anyway, her thumb tapping the green 'answer' button.
"Hello?"
And the beginning of her despair began.
Rin pushed through the crowd, huffing and puffing as she ran. Although she got dirty looks (and quite a few harsh words), that didn't slow her down one bit.
She almost dropped the phone on the pavement, tears beginning to fall down her face. She slowly felt the entire weight of the world crash upon her shoulders. She needed to be there.
Now.
The streets of New York never seemed so complicated until she was running through them with all her might. She felt like a lab rat trapped in a maze. "God, which way is that street again?" she huffed under her breath.
She stopped. It was right in front of her face, just as the officer explained it. The five-car pileup Len had gotten into. She couldn't even move. "Is Len in there?"
"Um…excuse me, are you Miss…Kagamine?"
Rin unhinged her eyes from the scene to see a tall officer, her brown hair tucked into a bun, her raspberry colored lipstick perched in a slightly sad frown.
"It seems like a five-car pileup, started by a drunk driver." She stated, "And after checking the site and identifying the bodies, we found an emergency card with your name on it.
"The drunk seemed to have hit your…?"
"Brother."
"—Dead on. Surprisingly, when we found him he was still alive. We were able to get him to the hospital, and I've picked up that he's in critical condition. He's currently unconscious."
Rin breathed a sigh of relief. At least he's still alive. The way they talked about Len made him sound like he was dead.
"H-Hey, do you need a ride to the hospital?"
Rin nodded.
She needed to be strong. If no one else, then her.