Hello, everybody. Welcome to probably my last work before I die in the most horrible prison/ torture camp known to mankind: school. Hahahaha. Just kidding. If I die, I'll turn into a creepy ghost and continue writing. XD

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Vocaloid. :(

This is Mirror, "Chapter 1." And...ACTION!


Happily chatting amongst themselves, the teenage students discussed and re-discussed what fun activities they were going to do at the spring field trip, which was going to be at a carnival. Some of them idly doodled, dozed, or scrolled through their phones. A warm summer breeze drifted in through the bus's open windows, giving them a drowsy but contented feeling.

Lazily, I rested my head on his shoulder. He lifted a warm, gentle hand and stroked my hair, making me blush and turn my light blue eyes to his own cerulean ones. Both of us smiled.

The moment was absolutely perfect. Surrounded by all of my friends on this fateful, seemingly fortunate day and together with the boy I loved, I closed my eyes and hoped that this moment could last forever.

I wished that my life would always be like this. Childish, right?

As the saying goes, "nothing lasts forever." So the love that everyone shined upon me turned to hate, and so my friends became enemies. So my loving family turned their backs on me, so I became alone in the world, so I…

It wasn't my fault. It was…

Chaos, panic, and terror filled the bus now. Everything was blurred by the suffocating smoke that bloomed in the air. He immediately leapt up and leaned over me, shielding my body from the flying pieces of shrapnel. I protested, not wanting him to be hurt because of me. But he didn't listen, and continued to protect me.

Later, the rescuers would find, in the bus that drove off a cliff: a dead teacher, dead students, and one dead student hunched protectively over a girl.

I didn't die.

Instead, he was the one who did.

I was saved, and everyone else was hurt. I survived, and everyone else didn't.

Yes, it was my fault.

Why? Why couldn't my happiness last? It was so perfect…

And then, everything was reversed…


Chapter One: Reversed

Rin's POV:

Wincing in pain, I clutched my bruised side and staggered towards my dorm in the abandoned school corridors. Classes had ended hours ago, but like always, I took the long way back to my bedroom in order to avoid the group of teenagers that enjoyed seeing my blood on their hands. I didn't mind, anyway; the girls whom I shared the dorm with bullied me too. Everyone in the school did; even teachers treated me with disdain.

Everyone I knew hated me.

Still, I always tried my best to keep on standing up and surviving. I hoped that, someday, things would reverse. Maybe if I kept on hoping, my life would eventually get better.

Of course, I knew that a miracle wouldn't happen. I couldn't expect anyone or anything to magically pop in and save me. Somehow, I had always been comforted by the thought that if anyone ever helped me, it would be myself.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. Abruptly jerking to a halt, I turned around and saw them. Their faces leered at me maliciously, appearing even more intimidating in the semi-darkness of the empty hallway. Instinctively, I turned on my heels and fled, increasing my speed when I realized that I was being chased.

"Where do you think you're going, loser?"

I had no idea where to run. Turning many corners and scurrying down staircases, I tried to shake my tormentors off, but instead, they gained on me. After all, I already had many injuries from previous encounters with them.

"Don't be such a bratty coward! Stay and talk to us!"

I flung open a door and ran outside, onto the school courtyard. I planned to lead them outside and loop back into the building. If I was lucky, I could report this incident and head back to my dorm safely.

I wasn't lucky.

Only a few meters outside the doors, I found myself being surrounded by the other students in a semi-circle. My short blonde hair plastered to my sweaty face and my bruised ribs hurt even more as I gasped for air. Like wolves, they seemed to smell my fear and closed in on me even more.

"Just admit it, ugly, you can't run from us."

Trembling, I desperately backed away from them and felt my back being pressed by the rough trunk of a tree. Looking up at the straggly branches, I suddenly remembered that it was the very same tree in which my friends and I had climbed together when we were younger and always used as a rendezvous spot.

No, Rin, you can't remember that now. It was all I could do to suppress my tears as I was painfully reminded, once again, that this very group of bullies used to be my best friends.

One of the teenagers stepped forward and smirked. She flipped her long teal pigtails over her shoulder, and I involuntarily flinched at the nostalgic memory of two young girls braiding their hair for each other. "You're really cute. Thinking you can escape us like that. At least try to fight back. We're bored and we need to have some fun."

Everyone laughed. I glared at her, mentally shouting at myself to not let my tears spill.

Suddenly, someone roughly picked me up by my dirty collar and rammed my head against the trunk. "What're you looking at?" The tall boy widened his eyes malevolently. He used to be like an older brother to me, always goofing off but protecting me from harm in hard times. Now, he was the harm.

I gritted my teeth in pain and humiliation.

"Answer me!" He shook me violently.

"Let her down, Kaito-kun. I think she broke." The teal-haired girl drawled. He thrust me onto the leaf-strewn ground, stepping aside as she came forward and grabbed me by my hair.

Leaning towards me, she snarled dangerously. "Why don't you scream? If you admit you're a sniveling coward and beg for mercy, I promise that we'll leave you alone."

Behind her, I saw four other teenagers. From recent encounters with them, I knew that two of them owned switchblades, and, judging by the amount of scars on my body, they could use them extremely well.

"Say something already! Just-ah-"

Letting out a loud yell, I rammed my head into the girl's face, causing her to topple backwards into another girl with long pink hair.

I quickly stood up and held my fists up to my face. "Five on one, huh? And you say I'm the cowardly one?"

Yes, I was completely outnumbered. But if I was going to be beaten up, I might as well give them a few black eyes and cuts too.

"Say that again, wimp!" The girl lunged forwards and punched me in the gut, making me black out for a moment. In that moment, another teenager took the opportunity and slammed me against the tree trunk once again.

As I struggled under his vice-like grip, he brought out his prized blade, which glinted in the moonlight evilly.

Then, he brought it down.


"Five people, you say? With weapons? Why didn't you report this earlier?" The school councilor asked coldly.

"I did, sir. This is just the first time that you've been available." I explained calmly, fingering the new bandages I got from the nurse's office. They were too loose; I knew that I would have to adjust them when I got back to my dorm. "It's been like this for six months, ever since we came back from the Sakura Carnival field trip. I kept on trying to report to the office and even left a few messages, but I never got a response or appointment until now."

"I see."

"And, also, it's actually six people who mainly did the bullying. Although, my roommates and classmates contribute too. "

"Names? Of the six main bullies?" He briskly turned to his laptop. Hopefully, it was to record the information I was about to gave him.

"The worst by far is Len Kagamine. He goes much farther than anyone else does. Except yesterday; he wasn't there."

"One of his teachers informed me that he had detention. Go on."

"Miku Hatsune. Kaito Shion. Luka Megurine. Meiko Sakine. Gackupo Kamui. "

The adult nodded, eying me coolly once again. "Thank you for your time. I'll call all of these students' parents and inform them that something like this happens again, suspension will occur. You may leave now."

My eyes widened in frustration. Didn't he understand how serious it was? I could be dead the next day, and I had to rely on a few phone calls between unknowing adults. "What? But-"

"Have a nice day, Miss Kagami."


When I entered my dorm, my three roommates were seated comfortable on their beds, dressed in their pajamas and engaged in conversation with each other. They immediately stopped talking when they spotted me and stared. Though I didn't like it, I couldn't blame them; the sight of a girl covered in bloody bandages must have looked pretty strange.

One of the girls slipped down from her bunk and strode towards me in confident steps. Her choppy green hair contrasted with her pale face, making her look terrifying in the warm glow of the room's lamps. "Rin-chan, how are you?" She placed a mocking emphasis on my name.

"I'm fine," I replied shortly. I tried to reach my own bed, which was on top of hers, but she blocked me and smirked. The other two girls giggled. I tried not to scowl, but then realized that I couldn't anyway, thanks to an annoyingly big bandage on my cheek.

"You're fine? You don't look fine! Did someone beat you up for being the ugly pest that you are?" said another girl in a sickly sweet voice. She was texting rapidly on her phone just moments before, no doubt about how much she hated me. I was afraid that she was going to take a photo of me or something.

"Hey! You heard Neru! Say something!"

I wasn't just hated by the group of tormentors who attacked me every day after school. Everyone else who knew me enjoyed seeing me in pain and humiliation. Nobody here cared about me.

I was all alone.

"Hey! Stop spacing out! Does that mean that you admit you're ugly?"

Gritting my teeth, I angrily shoved the girl in front of me. She slammed into a bedpost with a loud, satisfying thunk. My other two roommates gasped. Before their shock turned to anger, I whirled around and marched into the bathroom.

When the school nurse had placed on my bandages, she was trying her best to hurry, not wanting to waste time on a "foolish child who got what she deserved in her own little skirmishes." I had to check on my wounds and rewrap the bandages. After all, the adults never gave me any second glances, despite of my desperate pleads for help.

Even my own family didn't care. Whenever I phoned them about my troubles, my parents would tell me to try to act more friendly and polite, as if the bullying was my own fault. Any more talk on the subject would irate them. My older brother only joked about it, sayings things like "I guess we don't have to buy you a mummy costume this Halloween" and "Just watch some martial arts videos or something." It was even sadder because in my younger years, we were practically inseparable.

I looked at my bruised, scratched face in the mirror and sighed. I was petite and small with a chalky, almost ghostly complexion. My straggly silver-blonde hair was unkempt, since I couldn't be bothered to cut it, and hung over my face in messy clumps. The first thing anyone saw when looking at me, however, would be my emotionless, dull blue eyes. Sometimes, it seemed, they were so cold and lifeless that I intimidated some people. I didn't know if that was a good or bad thing.

"How long will this go on?" I muttered to the empty space. My reflections' eyes stared icily back, clouded over by fear, anger, and desperation. If only I had someone who loved me. It didn't need to be a knight in shining armor or whatever.

I just wanted…a friend. I wanted, needed, a friend who wouldn't abandon me.

Clenching my trembling hand into a fist, I drew it back and suddenly screamed shrilly, no doubt startling the girls in the dorm. I didn't care. Venting all of my frustration into my hand, I struck the glass as hard as I could and shattered it. Like beautiful crystals, the glass fragments sprinkled down and mixed with the scarlet drops oozing from my bleeding hand. They reflected broken fragments of light that leapt onto the walls in dazzling patterns of rainbow.

Looking down, I was dazed by the crystals. They pulled me into a trance and seemed to almost lull me to sleep. If I slept, I would never have to face those monsters again. I wouldn't have to be reminded of our broken friendships.

My consciousness shattered.


When I next woke up, I was in a dimly lit hospital room. Did my roommates actually help me to the nurse's office? They wouldn't. If they saw me on the floor, bleeding amidst the pieces of a broken mirror, they would either kick me or report me to the principle for "vandalism." At best they would probably take a few photos of my pathetic state and then leave me lying there on the floor to bleed to death.

After a few drowsy moments of being lost in my thoughts, I realized that someone was holding my hand. Instantly, I was wide awake. It had been a long time since anyone had held my hand, especially so gently. Who was it? It must have either been a hallucination or a prank.

Turning my head (which was covered in more bandages) to look at the person, I became so shocked upon seeing their face that I was momentarily paralyzed.

The teenage boy was sitting in a chair drawn up to my bed. He looked like he had sat next to my bed for hours, just to watch over me. His eyes were closed in light slumber, and his golden hair had fallen out of its usual ponytail. There was a slight smile on his face, giving him an expression so innocent and childish that I almost didn't recognize him. When conscious, he never showed anything to me except cruel smirks and sadistic eyes. My lips quivered as I heard him mumble my name in his sleep.

Len Kagamine used to be one of my best friends. No, he wasn't a friend. He was much, much, more than that. I admit that I loved him, with all my heart. How could I not, when he was so sweet and gentle?

But, like everyone else, he left me. He hurt me. And because I loved him more than anyone else, because he knew me the best, he hurt me the most.

I knew that he would hurt me even more in the future.

I harshly yanked my hand out of his, causing him to jerk awake and stare at me. This was the same boy who had received my heart and trodden on it until it was shattered, like the mirror that I broke. Thanks to him, my life was worth than death.

"Don't touch me." I snapped coldly.

He had hurt me so. He hurt me, he hurt me, he hurt me. So why did I feel a small tinge of guilt when I saw his look of hurt at my tone?

"R-rin?"

And then, everything was reversed…


Rin: Why, Rika-chan? Why do I have to be bullied so much?

Me: Calm down. I still made you strong and optimistic.

Len: That's not fair! How come you made me an antagonist?!

Me: Just be patient, my young friend, and wait for the next chapter. Muhahahahahahahaha-

-hahahahaha...yeah. The little blurb in the front wasn't a mistake, fyi. You know how some authors put a little paragraph thingy before the book actually starts? Yeah. Lol. Xd

Please review, everyone, and stay tuned for Chapter 2! Thank you!