NOTE: This contains RinxLen from Vocaloid. I usually don't consider them as siblings/twins (although I may collectively refer to them as the Kagamine twins, it's merely for convenience) and I like the idea of mirror images/somewhat identical robots. Basically, no twincest. So, noncest. Remember, any characters I use DO NOT belong to me. They belong to the Vocaloid franchise.

I'm lying down, arms beside my sides. I feel stiff and cramped, like I was stuffed into a box for a century without being able to move freely. I opened my eyes, blinking against the harsh, light blue glow. When my eyes adjusted to the brightness, I noticed I was in a tube. Maybe not a box, but close. I peered into its reflective glass, trying to get a look at myself. Creamy, pale skin, short lemony blonde hair, and the same blue of the light for my eyes. I decided I liked my face.

I flinched when the glass retracted a hiss, spewing forth wispy yet thick clouds, like the kind from liquid nitrogen. Speaking of that, I just noticed it was cold. Beyond cold, really. I shivered and pushed myself up into a sitting position, trying to rid myself of the cramps and of the cold. Once the clouds dissipated, I looked down at myself. Dreary gray clothes covered my small body, and it seemed like the most depressed, colorblind grandmother stitched it. I also had no shoes, although I wouldn't want the same kind I wore on my body. Ick.

I felt like I walked out of a stereotypical science fiction movie. I looked around, where cables of all sizes were scattered around. The most massive had the thickness of muscular arms, and some no thicker than a rat's tail. They were mostly connected to the top and bottom of the tube, which ran all the way to the ceiling.

That's when I noticed there was another tube, the same size as mine. I rushed over it, careful not to trample over the cables. I winced every time my bare feet touched the floor. It was just as frigid, if not more frigid, than the tube. If I was born in the tube, shouldn't it be warmer? I thought, but I dispelled those muses as I rounded the tube. A small pathway was formed, like someone pushed the cables aside. Like I was meant to look at the other tube...

Yup, I'm in a science fiction movie. I thought dryly, then looked inside. I gasped, leaping back a bit, before looking again. I stepped forward, approaching the tube again. It's me, but not really... I thought to myself in shock. Same blonde hair, except it was considerably more puffy looking than mine. Same creamy skin, same ugly clothes. I couldn't see my lookalike's eyes, obviously, since they were closed. But I knew they had to be the same shade as mine.

I stepped back, holding one of my small hands to my face. I liked my lookalike instantly. I felt like I needed to be an older sister or a mother, or something. Anything to protect this fragile body, even if mine was just as petite.

With a hiss, the glass retreated in the same wispy clouds. I could barely see my lookalike's silhouette through the clouds, watching as my lookalike tried to wave away the clouds. Within seconds, their body reemerged and sat up, like a dolphin leaping from an ocean. Their eyes were open and their face was full of life. My double was a boy, so that meant I had to be a girl.

"Are you...?" His face was wary, but his voice was laced with beautiful curiosity. He flinched a bit, as if he were scared of his own speech.

"You look like me." I whispered, then I flinched too.

My voice was high pitched, but not annoying or reedy. It was clear, and I couldn't imagine myself with a different voice. I realized I hadn't spoken a word since I woke, only using inner monologues. Though admittedly, I woke up only minutes before he did. Yet, he still spoke the first words out of the two of us. It somehow irked me that he did. Oh, well. There were more pressing issues at hand, like... "Who are you? What's your name?"

They boy scratched the back of his head, ruffling his hair. Strangely, it was smooth in the back, but wild and fluffy in the front. "I don't know. It sounds stupid, but I don't know." He said at last. I realized I didn't know my name as well. When I reported the news to him, he shrugged. "I guess we can make our own names, then..."

"THEY'RE WAY TOO CUTE! WANT THEM AS MY BABIES!" Although the voice was muffled, the two of us could still hear the squeal. We winced and covered our ears at the same time. There was another muffled voice, but it wasn't loud enough for us to hear. It sounded a bit grouchy, though.

Soon, however, a metal part of the wall retracted, just like the glass in our tubes. At the sudden activity, we both jumped and clung onto each other. We were too fascinated to care about the fact we jumped like scaredy cats. We watched it as it moved, our eyes wide. Once the wall fully disappeared to the side, we looked upwards to see a wide glass window.

There was an excited teal-haired girl in her teens, who pressed her face to the glass. Then, there was a raven haired male, that still seemed to be irritated from the teen's outburst, but was smiling at her elated expression. I instantly knew the squeal had to be hers. Not even opera singers could make a sound so high pitched. He picked up a microphone from what seemed to be a control panel.

"I'm glad to see the two of you have woken up. For the time being, both of you have been codenamed CV02, or otherwise dubbed R for the miss," he nodded towards me, "and L for the lad. You are both androids designed after humans, who have the remarkable ability to sing songs-"

The teen jumped up and snatched the microphone from the man's hands, "just like me! We're all made to sing! We'll be best friends!" She saw his impatient look on his face and instantly gave it back. "Uh, sorry..."

"And yes, you will be singing with her. You'll debut to the public as mirror images, with the surname of 'Kagamine.' However, it's up to you whether you want to change the name, or declare the relationship between the two of you. You can be fraternal twins, regular siblings, or the aforementioned mirror images, or even not related at all," he paused for a moment before a smile tugged at his lips, "as well as parent-child, though, I highly do not recommend it. Technically, you are both fourteen. It's your choice, as well as your name."

I turned to 'L,' unsure of what to choose. I whispered, not wanting anyone else to hear. It couldn't be that big of a deal, as the man and the teen would know in just a minute, but such a decision seemed almost sacred. It had to just be between us. "I mean, if we're androids, we don't have blood in our systems. So, we aren't biologically related by any scientific standard..."

He shrugged. "I guess so. 'Not related' should be fine. I really don't want to be your dad, after all," he joked, flashing a small grin. I grinned too, as it was contagious. I felt the need to celebrate. I stuck out my right hand and he stuck out his left, hi-fiving. "We also need to name ourselves. We have to make it good, since it's not every day we can." He continued.

I pondered. "I'm out of ideas." I muttered, but then I jolted. It seemed absolutely perfect. I responded quickly so nobody would think I was having a seizure. "Hey, wait, you know how I hi-fived you with my right hand? And you with your left?"

He gave me a look. "I'm not naming myself a direction. What if I jumped and you crouched? I don't think you would want to call yourself 'down,' would you?" That stopped me, but only for a moment. Another idea popped into my head.

"We can base our names off of 'right' and 'left,' instead of naming ourselves that outright. I can be Rin, and you can be Len." Ooh, that sounded perfect. A look of indifference came across his face, but it seemed pretty fake. Maybe he was just miffed since I named him, instead of him naming himself like he suggested. But I could tell he enjoyed his new name.

"We've chosen to not be related." He said loudly, for the other two up there to here. The man nodded. "Also, my name is Len, and she's Rin." I nodded alongside him, gazing up at the man. He took out a pen and began to write.

"Alright then, time to get to work..."

I'm sorry that there wasn't any explicit romance, but don't worry, there will be. Right now, they just met each other, and they've clicked instantly and perfectly like two gears. It's a start ^~^ Also, I partially based this scene from a spinoff manga called Hatsune Mix (which is NOT CANON, just so you know) where Rin and Len both came into being. Miku named them, but here, they named themselves.

I'm not good with series that have one, large plot, as I've stated in my dA account in a journal once. Each chapter will have its own standalone arc, instead. There may be part ones and twos, but that's about it. Just a personal preference. I hope it makes things more enjoyable to read, y'know?

See you~! -Kawaii