This is a story I've been wanting to do for a long time ever since I heard kyaami's cover of "7/8" on Youtube. Go check it out!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Vocaloid and never will.

March 19

After five years of pining and obsessing, she had finally made up her mind; she wasn't going to sit around and watch her classmates and movie characters confess to their love before her. She decided that she was going to confess to Len Kagamine, her best friend, classmate, and secret love.

Like all young teenage schoolgirls in love, she had tons of doubts on confessing.

What if I lose the friendship I have with him? He's like the only real friend I have in the school! If I confess and he rejects me, I have no one else! What am I doing with my life?

Would he reject me though? I mean, he doesn't hate me and at least tolerates me.

Rin, you know that's a lie!

If he's kept hanging out with you for five years, he likes you! It's just a matter if he likes me or like likes me!

Then again, he hasn't told me he's gay ...yet?

Would he reject me harshly like the school's playboy, Kaito Shion, unbelievably cold to his admirers' confessions like the temperature of his favorite food, ice cream?

If he does reject me, would my confession be the subject of his next "film"?

Why am I acting so girly? God, if I keep this up, I'll be sure to land a spot as one of Miku's future minons.

These questions went on and on, to the point of keeping her up at night. By a week, something miraculous happened: she stopped the doubts and the mini sobs at night that were muffled into her pillow. In a way, she developed a "no ifs, ands, or buts" attitude; she NEEDED to confess to him, or she wouldn't rest peacefully, whether at night time in her bed or whether in death wherever she laid.

That being said, that didn't mean Rin didn't care about she looked like to Len. She'd just die if he saw her as "one of the boys" despite her usual tomboyish personality or one of what Kaito deemed as one of the "uglier" girls in school.

Rin had fervently resolved to do whatever it took to prevent these possible outcomes.

So on the morning of the day of, she had woken up early to pretty herself up. After dressing up into her ironed school uniform, she had then combed her short blonde hair thoroughly for at least an hour and tied up her prettiest bow (which was of course bright orange) carefully and methodically. By then, her hair was free of tangles, which was once thought by her of as an impossibility.

That was when she saw the hands of a nearby analog clock turn seven o'clock sharp: a certain time in the morning where she'd already be outside, absorbing the cool breeze in the air while walking to school. She then hurriedly rushed to get her backpack ready with her packed lunch and schoolbooks, almost forgetting to be careful with her appearance, as anything could easily mess it up. Luckily, her appearance didn't change.

Almost haphazardly and clumsily, she barely managed to grab the carefully selected envelope off of the edge of the dining table just before it could drop to the floor. It was an embroidery envelope,the outside decorated with complex patterns around the borders and a cute little stick figure of a guy made out of bananas. The inside contained a paid ticket to the school's spring dance.

If it was a normal occasion, Rin would've scoffed at anyone who was claiming they were going to participate, list the 3+ perfect, memorized reasons why she thought the dance was a waste of time, and later rant all about her lectures to Len.

But this was no normal occasion; it was a once in a lifetime event that Rin intended to get right.

Envelope in her right hand and backpack settled on both of her shoulders, she dashed out of the front door by 7:03. By five minutes, she was still running, although she was slowing into a jog. By seven minutes, she had switched to skipping, as the unusually warm weather felt too good for her to rush to school.

While skipping, she seemed to have a spring in her step, albeit a few stumbles of anxiety. To help her relax, she focused rather on the crows chirping sweetly on the branches of cherry blossoms, which seemed anxious and ready to bloom anytime soon (like a prepubescent girl waiting for her first period), the warm yellow sun as the sky's yolk almost, and the clearest blue sky she'd seen in months that the sun seemed to be comfortably wrapped around in. These things around her temporarily made her forget about her mission until she arrived to school.

By the time she got to school, the events that were happening around her weren't so normal, as if a gloomy cloud had suddenly descended to the school and had disrupted everyone's mood. She noticed a female reporter interviewing Kaito Shion and taking notes intently on his responses. Walking closer, she could clearly hear Kaito expressing grief for his "dear old friend". Wait-Did she see a couple tears come out of his eyelids?

In a spontaneous response to his "grief", Rin heavily grimaced. She had never really learned to like Kaito, despite his friendship to Len (if you could even call it a friendship,as they seemed to only hang out in order for Kaito to act in Len's movies Rin couldn't or for Len to help Kaito cheat and get passable grades in art class). It was more like mutualism between two members of the human species, one Rin wished never existed. To her, he was a big piece of geese shit on her school shoes.

It should have been easy for her to like him or even be somewhat close friends with him. He was one of the most athletic students in the grade, maybe even the whole school. He was the football superstar and was also especially decent at baseball and track. He was also one of the most popular, perhaps the most popular, kids in the grade and known around the school for having a generally easy going and fun personality and for being one of the most handsome boys in the school.

It made it all the more difficult for them to become friends.

First of all, her innate competitiveness and tomboy ways helped her to develop a shallow sport rivalry with him: although Rin easily beat him in track, their games in baseball and football often resulted in a draw. Rin was easily frustrated at these games, as her biggest strength, which were speed and stealthiness, couldn't overpower his surprising muscular strength when striking the baseball with the bat or kicking the ball with his strong legs.

Second, he was a plain jerk, whether to his teammates, to "girlfriends" and admirers, or to her Len.

Despite his reputation, Kaito was never known to be a good sport. In all three sports he specialized in, he was often prone to yelling harshly and even brutally beating up any teammate he thought made the team lose any game, even if the loss was his fault. After a few hours, Kaito would get in contact with the injured teammate and apologize, often successfully. Then, he would ask for the person to promise to not tell anyone that he was the one who had brought the injury, often successfully as well. This exchange often saved his reputation among the girls and the teacher in the school. Although many of the jocks in the school knew about this, many excused his behavior as many believed Kaito to be their role model in acting "traditionally masculine" (the words in quotes said by Len).

One way he was often considered "traditionally masculine" was scoring well with the ladies. He could flirt and talk well with even the most attractive of ladies, so much so that he was also considered a "playboy" around the grades. He especially liked dating a pretty girl, fucking her in his own car in the same night, and then dumping her the next day.

This type of masculine behavior was what had attracted Len's attention in the first place, which the latter had needed actors for his latest filming project. This filming project was very different from the all the other amateur films he produced as this film was focused on masculinity and teenage boys, a perfect film for Kaito to star in. Diedicated to the film, Len spent at least 3 weeks heavily conversing with Kaito and ignoring Rin. During that time, Len had gotten popular from Kaito's influence. However he could not escape from doing Kaito's homework, something Rin always noticed whenever she saw him.

"It's fine. He's always busy but he's a good guy. You just can't help but do whatever it takes to help him," Len had replied whenever he saw her worried.

In an instant, Rin suddenly jumped back from her musing, remembering the sudden change in the school's atmosphere. She walked even closer to Kaito and rapidly tapped Kaito's left shoulder with her right index finger until he looked her way, his pleasant facial features morphing into extreme annoyance.

"What? Can't you see I'm in an interview right now?" He asked-no shouted at Rin, annoyed to the point of bursting himself.

"It's fine, Shion-san. We'll get back to this interview very soon. Thank you for your time," soothed the reporter as she waved good-bye.

"Alright. Glad i could help, Tanaka-san," Katio turned to look at the reporter and answered politely but pleasantly as she left to talk to a fellow classmate.

Rin flinched from the sudden changes in his behavior. It was almost like sitting next to a girl dealing with all sorts of emotions during her PMS.

Then he turned back to her, seemingly spitting out venom as deadly as a horned viper as he asked her a question.

"What the hell do you want now, Rin?"

"What the fuck is going on with this school?" Rin retorted, spitting back her own kind of venom. "Why are there reporters scrambling around this sleepy town?"

"Haven't you seen the messages on social media? Especially on Instagram?" Kaito answered in disbelief.

"No...I don't have any social media and even if I did, I wouldn't have checked it first thing in the morning!"

Kaito hesitated in responding after her remark, which was rare for him to do, especially to Rin. In the end, he decided to quietly tell her the truth, quietly being in a grave and serious manner, which was even more rare.

"Someone in our school committed suicide." After this statement, Rin had tilted her head in confusion, who was surprisingly unintimidated by Kaito's changes of behaviors and a still somewhat vague statement.

"Who?"

Kaito told her, albeit after a few long seconds.

"Kagamine Len...our Len."

Rin had responded in anger, with a mixture of anger, doubt, and sadness brewing in her insides.

"You're fucking joking! I don't believe you! Where is he?"

She had pushed Kaito away, ignoring his tears and whatever he was spouting out, and ran inside of the school.

Intent on finding Len, she was deaf to the loud whispers in the school hallways. She was blind to her peers' eyes-which were filled with pity, concern, and criticism.

While running, Rin felt a hand on her right shoulder. She cocked her head to the right to see Hatsune Miku, the class president and the school's gossip guru. Normally she hated talking to the girl for her excessive peppiness , but Rin needed clear answers, and Miku was the one to go to whenever anyone needed info (confidential or not) on their classmates.

"Hey Rin! How are you!" Miku pleasantly tried to banter with Rin. Rin tried to sidestep her hatred with Miku to get to the point.

Rin didn't beat around the bush around Miku, and directly asked, "Are the rumors of Len being dead fucking true?"

Rin felt it was an eternity before getting a answer, even though she waited for only seconds. During those seconds, Miku stayed silent and tried to find a good way to break it to her. When there was none, she decided to be direct.

"Yes", Miku replied gravely. Angered, Rin walked to her homeroom, with Miku following her trail.

When she finally entered homeroom, she searched desperately for anything resembling his figure. Nothing. Nada. Nani mo nai.

Then she noticed the large crowd of students surrounding his desk, some of them not in her homeroom. She walked furiously towards his desk, the crowd parting like the Red Sea.

The edges of his desk were covered with flowers, primarily pink roses (which weren't even close to his actual favorite). A picture frame containing his school picture from last year's yearbook stood in the very middle of the desk. Small jar candles filled up the remaining space.

Rin pushed away Miku's condolences as she ran to the nearest bathroom, feeling a sudden urge to hide away in one of the stalls forever.

Constructive criticism is allowed, and flames will be used to light up the candles in my Day6 shrine.