AN: Hello everyone! This is my first fanfiction so I hope it's ok :3 I apologize for any mistakes! Disclaimer: I don't own vocaloid *snif* enjoy!
Rin: I hate you author.
Miku: Oh, p-please don't say things like that! -'
The little girl giggled as she hid behind a bush, clutching an orange. All around the garden and the palace grounds, maids ran around crying out her name: "Rin-sama! Where are you?" "Riiiin-sama? Would you like to play a game? Do you want an orange?" She grinned as they ran farther and farther away from her, and stepped out of her hiding place. Just as she crawled through a hole in the hedge to her secret place, Rin heard a twig snap. Whipping around, she spotted a shadow about her size in a corner of her secret garden. Smiling, she came closer and inspected the stranger who just stared at her. He was exactly her size, and could have been her twin: they had the same, wide cerulean blue eyes, golden blonde hair, and delicate features. Smiling, she held out the orange in her hand: "Do you want it? I'm Rin by the way!" He grinned and pulled out a banana from behind his back. "Nope! I have this! Oh and I'm Len". Soon enough the two children were playing and laughing, running around, having the time of their lives. They didn't realize it was dark until they heard the maids coming closer, calling out Rin's name. Suddenly she became pale and gulped. "Len... I don't want them to find me..." she whispered. "Because if they do, papa will get mad..." The small boy tilted his head, confused. "Aren't you coming with me? I'll bring you back to my home!" Rin's eyes widened at the mention of escaping. She nodded, and, seemingly out of nowhere, a young girl with a long blonde side ponytail ushered them away, frowning at Len, as if saying, "do we really have to bring her back?" Sighging, she smiled when both children looked at her with pleading eyes. Her gaze softened as she quickly brought them out of the palace grounds.
*Eleven years later*
Rin's POV
I force a smile as the maid turns me around and gasps, babbling about how the dress looks wonderful on me, that I really look like the rightful princess I am, and that I will make my father proud. I glare at my feet as she mentions how I 'came' back. "Really," she says, "we were all so relieved when the royal guards found you two years ago! It's a wonder they recognized you! Alive and well, held prisoner for nine years by the mafia, none the less! I can't beleive you were without a scratch!" I clench my fists and squeeze my eyes shut, to avoid them from watering. Biting my tongue, I refrain myself from screaming "I WASN'T HELD PRISONER! I CAME TO THEM WITH OF OWN FREE WILL!" Seeing that I am not in a good mood, she quickly retires herself, bowing. I am furious. I have to get back to my 'family' where Len, Neru and Meiko were, surely they are waiting for me! I fall onto the bed, my hands over my eyes. I have to escape, and so far none of my plans have worked.
Suddenly my thoughts are interrupted by a timid nocking on the door, and my cousin shyly steps in. "R-Rin, am I bothering you?" Her long teal hair, divided into twintails, frames her face and cascades to her knees. I sit up and force a smile. "Not at all, in fact I was about to..." I stall. What was I going to do? "I was about to invite you for a cup of tea!" Her eyes brighten and suddenly she becomes hopeful. "I'm so glad! It's almost your sixteenth birthday, and you have been acting really weird lately... as if you were trapped!"If only she knew. Rising, we both make our way towards the salon, chatting, without a care in the world. If there is one person here that I appreciate, it is Miku, because she isn't afraid of my weird antics, and is the only one not to mention my past.
After tea, I hastily change into a shorter dress and walk through the gardens, trying to distance myself from the palace as much as possible. Of course, such a thing can never happen, because now guards are posted everywhere, sealing the golden cage shut. Tonight, my father will daign eat dinner with me. I don't want to have dinner face-to-face with my father, I really, really don't. Sighging, I look around to see if anyone is watching. These beautiful gardens are still full of hiding places. Relieved, I grab the knife strapped to my thigh and start practicing various poses, jumping and ducking, fighting an invisible opponent. It seems I have gotten rusty, because just as I land from a particularly hard to execute back flip, I trip over my own feet and crash to the ground. Humiliated, I start swearing, until I hear a familiar voice behind me: "You haven't changed, have you?"
Dun dun dun! Who can that stranger be? :3 I know this is a short chapter, but it kind of sets the beginning I think. (if that makes any sense) I really want to know what you guys think of my story so far! please review Until then, take care!