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Nature, at least, didn't need an operation to be beautiful. It just was.

"You heard about the Loidla Area?" A blond was kicking his legs back and forth, interface ring taken off under the pretense of going to sleep. The room was 'asleep', unable to spy on their conversation.

"Loidla Area? No, what about it?" Another blond looked confused, blue eyes squinted even moreso than normal. Scratching a slightly squashed nose with bitten on fingernails, the boy tugged out his ponytail, letting locks fall to his shoulders.

"The Loidla Area houses the infamous UTAUs. No one has caught them yet, surprisingly, because the Loidla Area is supposedly unfindable, unless you're an Ugly."

"Come on, Oliver, that's just an urban legend here in Uglyville. There's no such things as the UTAUs. It's just made up by Crumblies to scare Littlies into behaving when they're Uglies."

Oliver huffed, golden eyes turned onto his friend. "Leeee~n! They are not! And I'll prove it!"

"How are you going to prove it?" Len challenged, shoving him playfully after chewing a toothbrush pill and swallowing the remains. "Find the Loidla Area? Bring back an UTAU?" He turned towards his golden eyed friend, who's one milky yellow eye stared with its dead self at him. Len frowned lightly, flicking his friend's forehead.

"Owie!" Oliver rubbed the mark gently, pouting. "You'll see. I'll leave behind a way to get there, too! And you can join me, as well!" Leaving the room with a soft good night, Oliver snuck back to his room with his interface ring in hand.

"Loidla Area… The UTAU… Heh, Oliver's gotten wrapped up in children's stories again." Curling up under the blanket, Len was restless. Rin… They had made that pact, huh? Frowning, he stuffed a heater that produced enough warmth as a Len-sized human underneath the blanket, punching the pillows to look a certain way before donning his expedition clothes - an all black outfit and a hat to hide his blond hair.

Pulling on the fishing line carefully, down by the river leading over to New Pretty Town, Len tugged it upward slowly and surely until a wet knot could be felt - the rope. Tying it to the usual tree, he carefully scaled it, thankfully getting to where he needed to be and hopping over onto the ancient stone bridge's ground before a skipper came by - uncaught, was Len, by sheer luck.

The New Pretties on the skipper were laughing, having a good time. The tiniest of looks, however, revealed none of them to be Rin. Slowly sneaking over the bridge, Len began hiding in bushes, crawling through the pleasure gardens in order to use the cover of darkness.

He had learned the trick to unscrambling the seemingly random numbers at the bottom of pings - of course, from the only ping Rin ever sent since becoming a New Pretty. She was staying at the Crypton Mansion, which was currently having a huge gala that night. Noticing a mask that he could use to somewhat disguise himself, he glanced at the face. A bird.

Mentally sighing, Len put it on his face, feeling the smart plastic flex against him and mold to his countenance. Joining a bunch of dancers, the hidden boy danced his way towards Crypton Mansion. After entering the doors, a girl in a champagne colored dress stopped him.

"Ooh, look at 'im, wearin' a mask! I thought this party was white tie~!" Her friend and her burst into a fit of giggles. Their hypnotic, large eyes were so innocent, so pretty… Len hated having to wait three more months before he could become a New Pretty like them.

Ignoring the bird jokes, which were becoming increasingly thin, he spotted her. A pure, angel feather white dress, with dark, smokey makeup to accentuate her already newly beautiful features… Rin.

Managing to capture her in an elevator, all alone, when she told the elevator to close the doors and hold, he tore the bird mask off.

"Len?"

"Rin…"

"You're still playing tricks?" That tell-tale smirk appeared, but it wasn't imperfectly crooked like it used to be. Instead, it was perfect, straight, her new pearly white teeth shining. Len felt embarrassed to give her a small smile, but he did anyway, his mouth imperfectly crooked, teeth slightly yellow from years of eating.

"Of course. This was the biggest of them all."

Rin giggled, taking her old friend's muddy hands. "That's pretty bubbly, Len-wa!"

Len was a bit confused by the terminology of bubbly and the addition of -wa to his first name, but he figured it was New Pretty speak that he'd soon be in on. In three more months…

"You think so?" He was going to assume bubbly was a good thing. "I just wanted to see you. Remember…?" Holding up his pinky finger, the scar still remained. After looking away out of embarrassment, Rin held up her hand.

The scar was gone.

"They grafted all new skin onto my body, Len-wa. No more scar."

"They couldn't have removed your blood, either… Do you remember that?" Len was pleading, grasping at a straw.

"Of course not, you dork." She laughed, smiling like a kind Middle Pretty down to their Littlie, once again making Len feel inferior without realising it. "I'm sure the Pretty Committee wouldn't allow it!"

"Up or down?"

"Hold, please." Rin replied to the elevator, which complied with the request.

"You need to get back to Uglyville, Len."

"I know. Let me just…" Looking down at the mask, Len only just realised that letting go of it was a mistake. It was already in recyclable dust, and was currently being cleaned up by the smart-carpet in the elevator floor.

"Dork. Up, please."

"Yes." The elevator confirmed her request.

"Rin, there's nothing up there! I'm going to eventually be caught!"

"No you won't. Get a bungee jacket and jump. Be bubbly, Len-wa!" Rin giggled that beautiful New Pretty giggle, tilting her head. Len hugged her tightly, before apologising considerably for getting her white dress muddy.

"It's fine! Just go!" She shooed him off, taking the elevator downstairs. Len ran towards the rooftops, noticing the jackets. Huffing when they said 'in case of fire', he had no choice but to press the button. Tugging on a jacket, the nervous fifteen year old leapt with faith. The crash bracelets on his wrists from the jacket would protect him, right?

Yep.

His shoulders felt nearly wrenched from the sockets as he bounced and somersaulted in midair, finally coming to a stop near the end of the pleasure gardens. Almost home free… Managing to sneak across the river, back into the Uglyville dorms, and up into his bed, he moved the heater, shut it off, changed underneath the covers, and went to sleep.

Rin… Was so hauntingly beautiful now…
Would he be just as pretty in three months?

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