I came up with this in a conversation after watching Proof of Life/Soundless Voice. I know Rin dies in that one, but it was one of the very few songs where she did. I figured Len was probably glad in that video, 'cause he dies ALL THE TIME!

The Vocaloids are androids in this. Don't ask me how Rin manages to cry. I'm just writing, not nit-picking. If you don't like something in this... that's your problem.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Vocaloids, their music or any other characters involved in this story.

"But Len!"

"I'm not kidding, Rin! I'm really not!"

The Kagamine Twins stood facing each other in the living room. Len: his shoulder-length hair pulled back into a neat little pony tail, eyebrows tilted angrily, the corners of his mouth pulled into a frown. Rin: The bow on her headband drooping, her blue eyes wide. Somewhere outside the door, the other Vocaloids crowded, fighting silently for a space to listen in on the argument.

"Why..?" asked Rin.

"Because," replied Len, "Every time we do a music video together I die. Gas chamber, suicide, murder, execution… the list goes on! How many times have you been told to shoot yourself for a video? They took me apart and stuck wires in my head, Rin!"

"Not every time," argued Rin, "In Gemini-"

"I was barely even in that video!" cried Len. The twin androids stared at each other for a few moments.

"In Proof of Life I die," offered Rin.

"One of the few," muttered Len, "But that doesn't change a thing. Rin, I'll say it again, and you'd better listen: I'm leaving!"

With this he turned his back to his sister and marched to the door. Those outside made a mad scramble to escape before he reached it.

"Ow, Meiko! You're stepping on my hair!" wailed Miku. Len paused at the door, then wrenched it open, exposing the mess outside. Scowling even deeper, he marched past, storming up to his room. The eavesdroppers paused in their struggle to watch him go, then scrambled to their feet. Peering in on Rin, still standing there, tears in her eyes, they wondered if perhaps this wasn't just another prank, something the twins had taken to doing quite often.

However, a few moments later, Len came back down the stairs, a suitcase in hand, scowl still on his face. Stepping outside, he sat on the porch, staring at the road as though waiting for something.

"Len..?" Gakupo ventured.

"I'm waiting for a taxi," snapped the boy. Rin came running out of the living room and out onto the porch. Throwing her arms around her twin brother, she began crying.

"Len! Len, don't leave! Please don't leave!" she wailed, face wet with tears. Len ignored her. It wasn't anything he hadn't seen a thousand times while recording a music video. He was beginning to have trouble telling when she was really crying and when she was faking it. He chose to ignore both. A taxi drove up the gravelly path, crunching to a halt in the driveway. Len stood and made his way down to it, opening the door and getting in. Rin stood on the porch, still crying for her brother.

"Breakin' up with yer girlfriend?" questioned the driver.

"No," replied Len, looking out the window opposite to the house, "With my sister," The driver gave an empathetic grunt and took the money Len offered.

"Where too?"

"Anywhere outside a hundred mile radius, please,"

Another grunt. The taxi rumbled down the driveway, raising a dust cloud and spitting gravel as it sped off. Rin watched it go, still pleading for Len to come back. Miku stood beside her, hugging the now twinless twin and trying to calm her down. The other Vocaloids stood in the doorway, watching haplessly. What could they do?

Eventually the dust settled. Birds sang tunelessly as they hopped about from tree to tree. Rin's sobs echoed about the house. Somewhere, a dog was barking in reply.

Inside the taxi, the driver switched on the radio. Song after song ran by without Len really paying attention, but then, clear as day, a pair familiar voices came through the speakers.

Even if we are apart, split in two yet joined as one
Together we make up both sides of a constellation
Even on those noisy days, even on those lonely nights
We are fated Gemini, to meet beyond the night sky

Len shifted uncomfortably.

"Sir?" he asked, "Could you maybe turn this off?" The driver looked over his shoulder for a second.

"Why?" he asked, "It's the Vocaloids! Kagawhatsit Rin and Len! I thought kids your age liked this kinda thing!"

Len half wondered if perhaps he should point out that he was a Vocaloid, but he decided against it.

"Whatever," he muttered, leaning his head against the window. The driver grunted again and switched it off, sensing that it was for the best.

Day slowly turned to night. The lights of the city flashed passed. Len drifted in and out of sleep (or as close to sleep as an android could get). He half-wondered what Rin was up to, but shook the thought from his head. Rin just meant being taken a part and fixed over and over again.

Soon the city was behind him, and a dark stretch of highway began. Len wondered how long they'd been driving, but didn't feel like asking. A hollow feeling began to spread in his stomach, a lump formed in his throat. He'd never been this far from Rin- from the Vocaloids in general- before in his life. Maybe he had been over reacting? It wasn't like he ever really got hurt. They always turned off his pain sensors before the death scene…

But he'd told himself that a hundred times before coming to the decision to leave. He was tired of all the music videos where he was told to kiss Rin, tired of being pushed around, beat up, and killed. He was tired of the bright set lights and the cameras watching everything he did. He was tired of never being able to get enough sleep because some stalker fan was lurking outside his window. He was tired of being a Vocaloid.

Which, he supposed, was why he was in this taxi now, driving away from it all, looking for a new beginning. He couldn't exactly put singing behind him. It was what he was programmed to do, but he could find a different way to apply it, or find a good scientist who could reprogram him for something less note-worthy, like art or dance.

Sighing, Len closed his eyes again. Anything was better than what he was leaving behind.

"Hey, kid!"

A gruff voice jolted Len from sleep. The taxi had stopped in a small town. There wasn't much around it, just sand and the long road ahead and behind. A few people were outside on their porches, peering curiously at the taxi. Len supposed they didn't get many visitors.

"This is the end of the line. I can't take ya any further,"

"Alright…"

Len got out of the car, stretching and yawning. It was probably sometime near mid-day at this point. He tugged his suitcase out of the trunk, gave the driver a generous tip, and made his way to the closest restaurant, figuring that was the best place to find any information on busing or any other ways to get even further. Pushing the door open, the ex-Vocaloid looked around. There weren't very many people inside, and it looked like it could use a good dusting, but it would suffice.

Lugging his suitcase over to the bar, he called over the barmaid.

"S'cuse me, ma'am," he said, "Do any buses come through here?"

The barmaid laughed, a grating sound that set Len's teeth on edge.

"Naw," she said, "Not if ya wanna get any further than this. We're the very edge of civilization. Go any further and you'd never see another living thing again."

"Oh…" Len sighed. He supposed this could be a pretty good place to spend the rest of his life, but he was so used to excitement and noise, he knew it would take him awhile to get used to it.

"Where ya tryin' t'go, kid?" asked the barmaid. Len shrugged.

"Nowhere, really. Just away…"

"You runnin' from somethin'?"

"Kinda,"

He noticed a few of the other customers perking up, listening in on his conversation. Apparently he was the most interesting thing to come by this way in awhile.

The barmaid studied him for a moment, no doubt trying to find any bruises or other reasons for him to run away.

I've had bruises, thought Len, but whenever I get them, they just replace my skin.

Finally, she shrugged.

"Well, if ya need a place to stay, there's an inn right next door. However, if ya wanna go any further, you'll wanna head back to the city," she rummaged around under the counter and then, finding what she was looking for, handed him a slip of paper, "Here's the bus schedule. First ride outta here is at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning." Len thanked her and left the restaurant, aware of every eye on him. Perhaps he wouldn't stay here. He didn't think he'd be able to endure everyone looking at him long enough for them to get used to him.

Making his way over to the inn, Len once more wondered what Rin was doing. He figured she'd probably gotten over it. After all, she spent enough time with out him, this shouldn't be any different.

However, he remembered how she'd been while he sat on the porch waiting. She seemed to truly want him to stay… but at the same time, it could just be another one of her manipulating acts. Figuring this, he then wondered if perhaps she'd come looking for him. The city would be her starting place, no doubt, and he didn't want to risk running into her there. Len sighed. He'd have to endure those stares for a few days. He could do that… he hoped.