RinXLen Fanfict (Noncest)

Chapter 1 - The Fall

"We're here~" Says Miku with a happy tone. Her cheeks bright, reflecting the morning sunlight, and her teal eyes gleam in excitement.

Putting the last step on the ground, I reach the summit of the green hill. Friendly wind whistled past my ears. The smell of fresh dew grass and muddy soil really soothes my mind. I do love nature.

We're here. On the largest bike park that ever exists. The Greenbike Paradise.

Why would we be here? It's because we are having a band field trip. We worked for two weeks straight just to survive the elimination round of the local band competition held last week, so we decided we deserve for a little rest.

"Wait up," a voice trails behind us. Kaito and the others were still far behind, looking exhausted and gasping like fishes out of water. "We need a time-out!"

"What?" We giggle as I exchange looks with Miku. It's really rare to see people like them panting their lungs out. "I can't hear you!"

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For a few minutes, we settle on a flat grass field before we have some fun biking along the park. Here we are chatting, joking, teasing each other, while Meiko and Gakupo kick back and relax as they lay on the picnic carpet with one of their legs placed on one knee.

"Having fun?" Asked Kaito after he distributes the drink cans to all of us.

"Yeah!" We all exclaimed in delight.

"Do you think we will make it to the finals?" Len pops his soda can open and plunges it into his mouth.

Kaito shrugged, "I don't know, the other competitors were really tough, don't they?"

"Like that punky mowhawk guy shredding the guitar with his all ten fingers? Man, that was awesome!" Len got up, pretending to play an invisible electric guitar solo.

"Yeah, something like that." Miku smiled, tolerating her energetic friend.

"Or when the band singer in a cheerleader costume did a split when she finished the song? I would say that was amazing!" I added as my head flashbacking the last week's events.

"Why don't you do that some day?" Len teases, "I'm sure you'll be known as the 'banana-split'!"

"I think it suits more to you." I snorts.

Realizing this, he immediately pats his blond spikes, which shaped just like bananas. His face admits defeat already for choosing the wrong words.

Seeing him pouting like that, we all laughed.

"Anyway, how's your date with Gakupo?" Asked Miku to Luka, who is reading a book on how to have a healthy diet. We all peer to her closely to hear her answer.

"What?" Her face blushed like a raw tomato, "It's... It's just a regular date."

"Oh really?" Miku leans closer, her lips stretched a devious smile. The Gossip Queen is not going to let go of her prey. Like always.

Luka rolls her eyes on Gakupo, still dozing off with a magazine covering his face. Her face became rosy red. "Well, to be honest..." She pauses for a second, "We kissed."

Both Miku and I let a quick gasp, while Kaito and Len raise their one eyebrow.

"How about you Miku?" I ask her this time, "Any lovey-dovey moments with the ice cream-addict over here?" I point my thumb at him.

Her cheeks glowed, scratching her chin in a embarrassed way. Even the Gossip Queen is shy about this. I can put this for the school newspaper headline if I'm mean enough. "I don't know what to say."

"Let's ask Kaito then."

All pairs of eyes, except for Miku, Gakupo and Meiko, set on him, waiting for him.

He just smiles radiantly, "We did all the things that a couple would probably do. That's it" he ended the sentence with a laugh.

"Details please." I insist.

"You should be a paparazzi, y'know."

We laughed again at his sarcasm.

"Come to think about it, why won't you have a date with someone, Rin?" Kaito questions me back this time.

"I'm searching for a right one."

"Why don't you take the 'banana-split', instead?" His blue gem eyes turn at Len and then back at me again, as if trying to point him with sight.

I frown. Why does everybody always says that I should take Len as my boyfriend? He's a mischief, a pranker. It's true that the only two girls who are still single are me and Meiko. But why would I have a prank master for a boyfriend? That sounds so desperate. And the fact that we both have the same surname really disturbs me. People will likely have the wrong impression on us. We are not related at all.

"Anyway, what're we going to do after this?" I quickly change the topic of the discussion.

Kaito gave a small naughty smirk for he knows I'm avoiding the situation. But he glances at his watch as he flicks his wrist.

"I guess we're going to have a bike competition." He sips his can, "Who's going for the first round?"

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The it's decided. The race will have two people per round. Kaito will randomly pair us together by giving us a folded paper with someone's name on it, in a box for one each.

The prizes? The winners will challenge the losers for dares.

Whether it was a coincidence or whether Kaito had planned the pairings before, now I'm stuck with Len for the final round.

The first race begins. Meiko, Luka and Miku (since there're seven of us, the first race will have three people instead of two.) had a tough one, but it turns out that Meiko is the winner.

Second race is won by Gakupo. Kaito's stamina is no match for an athlete like him. Kaito had drenched his shirt with his own sweat.

And now, the third race. Me and Len, the banana-split.

We took our positions. Since the race is near the slanting point of the hill, boys will race near the ledge and girls will race beside the boys, keeping us inside from the edge. Gakupo raises a flag, waiting for a moment before he drops it and commence the race to begin.

"I won't hold back, Rin!" Len grinned, his palms press his bike handlebars tightly.

"So do I," I grit my teeth, "Let's see about it at the finish line!"

"Ready..."
We stare at the chalk-drawn finish line four hundred meters away from us.

"Set..."
My foot is beginning to give some pressure on the pedal.

"Go!"

My feet kicked the pedals forward, launching the bike off it's starting place. Adrenaline rushes around every of my arteries, veins and blood circulations. I noticed Len is building his speed more, so I did the same thing. We both struggle to strain our muscle fibers in exchange for pedaling the bike. In every two seconds, one of us leads and then falls back again.

In the middle of the race, the tire of my bike smacks a small boulder sitting on the side of the dirt path. My bike swerves, losing balance and regain them by turning the handlebars quickly to left and right. But it doesn't help. It waves from side to side until I bump Len's bike.

The impact stables my balance, and I thought Len is slowing down behind, because he disappeared from my sight. The finish line is only two feet away, but I hear the others are no longer cheering, they are screaming in terror

Without pulling the brakes, my head spins around to find Len, but he's not there. The only thing I see is his bike lying down to the ground, it's front wheel still spinning, near the ledge. From there I realize,

Len is falling down the hill.

I abandon my bike and sprint to the edge of the ledge. Having the sight of him tumbling down unstoppably, my stomach flushes. He put his arms on his head and bent his body like a ball. Like a pinball falling, his body strikes through bushes, or maybe thorn bushes, rolling in a zig-zag motion, similar like a tossed rag doll.

But then when his head smashes with a large, coarse-looking rock below, I scream all the air in my lungs out.

From that moment on, I thought he is dead.

I've scaled the height. It's a five-feet roll. Not deep, but still dangerous. All the members run to Len, who now has stopped rolling. Kaito pulls his cellphone out pronto and calls the emergency.

My chest tightens, making me hard to breathe. Just as I reach his body, I hold back my tears. It is a horrible sight.

Len's arms and legs are full of cuts and scratches, his front side of his head is bleeding, dying a part of his yellow hair with steaks of dark red. There's a horrifying gash on his right shoulder, his clothes are shredded. He doesn't move a muscle, which terrifies me to the soul.

His eyes close, so I assume that he's just passed out. I crouch to him, slapping his cheek, telling him to wake up.

My heart aches, 'Please be okay, please be okay.' I grab his collar up, 'Please be alive!'

"Len!" I shout next to his ear, feeling desperate to get him back to his consciousness. The others gather around me. Some gasping, some cried and some stay in silence.

"You, idiot!" My nose flares in frustration and panic, "Wake up!"

Suddenly, his forefinger twitches, indicating that he's still alive. I almost cry and hug him, but the emergency officers come in and separate us. They put him on a pull-up bed before placing him inside the white-red ambulance.

"Come on," Kaito grabs my shoulder, "We have to hurry."

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I sit on the waiting bench in front of the nearest hospital admission table, face palming as my head hurts and my limbs ache. Pangs of guilt haunt me, telling me what I've done to him.

Even though I'm not close to him, my feelings don't change at all. My brain reminds me with the moments we've had and the others, laughing, playing tricks and singing together. All of that scratched my heart deep enough to make a psychological scar inside.

It felt like hours, but then, someone touches my shoulder. When I look up, it's Miku.

"Hey," she says in a quiet tone, "how's he going?"

I shake my head hesitantly, "I don't know."

She takes a seat next to me, her hand still stayed on me. "Look, it's not your fault. It's an accident."

Sadness fills inside me, my intestine pinches. "I'm the one who hit his bike! How can you say it's not my fault?" I don't realize I've raised my voice until I see her startles when I say it.

She keeps her cool, "It's our fault for having a bike race near the ledge. Don't blame yourself, Rin." Her touch turns to a gentle pat.

"But still-"

"Ms. Kagamine?" Someone calls my name.

My head turns to the source of the voice and it's the administrator lady in front of me.

"Yes?"

"Your friend is ready to be visited. In room 327 on the fourth floor." A sympathetic smile drawn on her thin, middle-aged face. "Give my regards to him will, you?"

I stunned. Does this lady know Len?

"O-okay." I stutter my words like they're being chopped.

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As I open the door of the room, the surrounding is pearly white, from the tiled floor, the cemented walls, the curtains and the furnitures standing on the corners. On one side, there's Len, laying on the bed, a metal pole with a bag of infusion stood beside him. Next to him is a man dressed in a white coat, who I assume that he's the doctor in charge of him. He seems busy scribbling down notes on the file in his hand.

"Oh, hello there," the doctor greets us as he rolls his eyes away from his notes. His face looks friendly with a touch of a crease around his forehead. A streak of gray mustache makes him look a little old by contrast.

"Hi, doc." We march to him and shake his hand. "Thank you for supervising Len."

"No problem," his face turned sour, adjusting his glasses up,"But I'm afraid your friend here is having a quite big problem, young lady."

My heart contracts from anxiety.

"What happened to him?" Miku asked, her eyebrows descend, looking worried.

"He got a short roll down the hill, his right arm got fractured and his left leg broke." He flips a page on his file and then continues, "A blow on his head and a nasty gash on his right shoulder."

I can see Miku cringes when she hears this.

The doctor closed his file, "But the most important of all, he's really lucky to have a few injuries. Usually, in this kind of case, it could be worse."

A few? A few? How can he say his injuries are few? I almost have an urge to shout at him, telling him that he's not okay being like that.

"How much time will he need to recover completely?" I asked him instead.

"Probably a whole month would be the best." He smiles wryly, "Don't worry, he's heals quickly."

A soft moan draw our attentions. Len is waking up.

Taking a quick glance at his expensive-looking glass watch, his mustache quirks, "Now, will you excuse me, I have to check other patients. Take a good care of your friend." He passes past us in a hurry, closing the door behind him.

We perch on his bed frame as he blinks his heavy eyes. They look bloodshot like a drunken man. Casts wrapped his arm and leg like a rectangular hotdogs. Bandages and band-aids covered him almost everywhere, as if he's a sick mummy.

"Hey, Len." I whisper as he tries to shift his head to face me and then to Miku.

Instead of frowning and scowling, Len smiles in spite of the current tragedy. Like an innocent boy. I've never expected someone to smile radiantly when he or she wakes up from an accident in my entire life.

"Hey, guys." He let out a quivering voice, maybe trying to control himself from mouthing inaudible words. "Can you help me get up?"

I look at Miku. Does he need to use the bathroom or something? Cause we can't accompany him inside since we're girls.

Len reads out thoughts, "No, you guys, I mean help me sit up."

I give out a dumb-sounded 'oh' and pull his shoulder gently. He winces, I don't remember which shoulder did he had the gash on, so l'm having trouble lifting him up, not sure where to touch.

Once he's propped into sitting, he grins, "Thanks."

"Anytime." Miku and I reply in unison.

"What happened?" he holds his head, pressing it lightly. I'm starting to fear that he might be having vertigo or amnesia.

I guess the pain must've killing him inside because the pupils in his sky-blue iris contracts, a sign that he's not comfortable at all. I can't do anything, so I feel sorry for him.

A chorus of muffled ringtone rings inside Miku's denim pocket. She fishes it out and flips the cellphone open.

After a few "uh-hum's and nods, she closes her phone, flickering her eyes on us.
"Kaito and the others will be here in a second." she curls her lips.

Just as she said that, the room door swings open, revealing the band members to flood the room. What a precise information.

"Len, you okay?" Kaito's eyes locks on him, with a rubber knee-warmer wrapped in his slender arms. "I've got something for ya."

The others surround him, asking him what happened and how can he fall in the first place. I turn my head away, not wanting to bare the guilt to remind me again.

After a few minutes wasted for chatting and laughing, Gakupo gazes at the wall clock next to the TV on the corner of the room.

"Guys, wanna have a lunch at the hospital cafeteria?"

The gang nod in agreement, their eyes flash.

"Wanna join us, Miku, Rin?" Meiko plants her hand on her hip, waiting for us.

Miku gives a confused look, having a trouble choosing on whether to go or stay. "But-"

I grab her shoulder, my face press an approving smile. "Go, I'll stay here."

"Ooohhh..." Tease the boys from the background, "Since when Rin become nice to Len? Did we miss something?" Kaito sneers. Len doesn't say anything.

My smile turns to a pout, "Oh, just go." My hand shooing them away. "Unless you want to take care of him, which I doubt you can't."

"Okay, okay," said Kaito, "We'll see you soon, then." He waves his hand, "Bye."

I can hear the door closed shut behind me. I didn't think of this earlier. Len and I are the only ones in the room now. This gives me an opportunity to speak privately with him without being teased.

"Umm... Len?"

His eyes meet mine, "Yeah?"

My fists tighten on my lap, I don't know what to say. My tongue suddenly stuck in my mouth.

"I'm sorry." I finally said it with a sigh, "I'm sorry for making you fall."

The room become pin drop silent for a moment, but then, he smiles warmly at me, as if it wasn't a big problem.

"It's okay." He grins wider, "At least I survived."

"Of course you're not okay, Len!... you got injured," my eyes roll away from him, "badly."

Before he could say something back, my sight returns on him,

"Look I owe you big time, and I want to make it up for you."

Though I regretted saying this, but the guilt inside me made me do it.

"Well let see," he rubs his chin, pretending to think, "You shove me to the ledge, roll me down the hill and made me injured." A triumphant smile brightens his face. "Since you're disqualified, I'm the winner of the third race. So I'll dare you."

I totally forgot about the bike competition prize. A dare.

I gulp. Afraid of him challenging me into something horrible, judging from the wicked look on his face.

He smirks naughtily, "Be my personal maid and take care of me until I recover."