One-shot. Nuff said.
DC: Don't own Crossroads, VOCALOID, Eugene Martone, or the person who played him. I also don't own the Time Machine application for Mac. Do own plot.
P.S. We are time-traveling in this story, so that it ends up with Rin being fourteen, and RM being seventeen. Who RM is, you will find out.
(NWAG YOU HAVE BEEN EATEN :U)
Rin stared, entranced, at the television in front of her. It was like she'd fallen under some spell, glued to the moving pictures in front of her.
Len did not understand the reason behind her current obsession with all things Ralph Macchio.
If he was a girl, especially like Rin, he'd understand.
But since that would take an insane amount of pain and genderbending that he didn't have the time or energy for, it was impossible.
Len yawned, and shot his sister a glare. "What is WITH you and that stupid show?"
Rin didn't make any move to hurt him or look at him. Her eyes were wide, and she just continued staring deep into the T.V. "It isn't stupid..." she finally said, not letting one millisecond of her show pass by, "it's another masterpiece performed by the great Ralph Macchio-sama-senpai."
Len resorted to teasing at this point in time. "You know, you're not Bolt. You can't go all 'IMMA FIRING MAH LAZAAAAAAAR EYES' on the television. You were aware of that fact, correct?" he said, an amused smile twitching at his lips.
Rin smirked. Her triumphant expression then turned to one of horrified surprise. Len was so shocked by this that he was tempted to dump his iced tea on her head. "R-Rin-chan?"
Rin seethed, her entire face red with rage. She stood in front of the T.V., fists clenched. "NO! FRANCES-SAN CANNOT HAVE MY EUGENE-SAN!"
Len's feelings deepened to a realization. If she didn't kill the T.V., which she probably would, he would be next in line.
Even if she does murder the T.V. in cold blood, I'm in the doghouse, he concurred grimly.
Rin unplugged the T.V. in the back, and sat on the couch, processing all she had just seen in her ex-favorite movie, Crossroads.
"He...kissed her..." she said hesitantly.
Len stared at her.
Rin dashed into her room, grabbed her MacBook Pro [odd, considering VOCALOID only works on Windows], and sat down on the couch. She logged in, and clicked on a green-ish button with a steel, circular frame around it, and a spinning arrow with clock hands. The computer screen suddenly started glowing.
"C'mon, Len-nii! We're going for a ride!" Rin yelped, dragging a screaming Len into the computer screen.
And that was the day we Mac users learned that the Time Machine is used for more than just backups.
*nods wisely*
After a whirly in the Lie and Time Machine [that's what I named my app after a Rin/Len song, don't take :U], Rin and Len ended up on a crossroads.
Right across the street from the 1986 Ralph Macchio.
Rin took that opportunity to fly across the street into said celeb's arms, being the bold person she is.
Len just watched, and made sure he wasn't gonna hurt her or something.
"PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEEEEASE DON'T FALL IN LOVE WITH FRANCES-SAN! MARRY ME, EUGENE!" Rin cried.
Ralph looked confused. "Uhh...whoever you are, Eugene is just a character I played."
...
"...What?"