A/N: I'M NOT DEAD...

NEW STORY. Got my inspiration from a book called "The Outsiders." It's one of my favorite books.

I'm going to try to not be lazy with this one, but you know, I still have school and homework and other activities so I doubt I'll be able to update daily.

Short and sad intro chapter BTW.

This takes place.. somewhere in america..

Italics=flashback from past

Disclaimer: I don't own vocaloid.

Len's POV

What would you do if someone were to pull a gun on you? What if you were only eleven years old? What if you and the culprit were in the middle of no where and there was no where to run? Or anyone to call? How would you respond? Me? I did absolutely nothing. I stood completely still with my eyes widened and locked on the tip of the pistol. You're probably clicking your tongue and shaking your head. But what could I do?

How did I get here? My parents. They drove me here-indirectly-to the South Side. The place in town where I should never be. Because things like this happen. But that's not important at the moment. It's the gun. It's not like a video game where if you get shot, you die then come back to life and start all over again. This is reality. If he pulls the trigger, I'm not coming back. And there is a very small possibility that I will.

At that moment, I was frozen. Time was frozen. Or at least, moving extremely slow. What would you do if you were me?

I saw his index finger slowly pull on the trigger. I shut my eyes as I heard the gunshot.

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Len's POV

I blinked as I remembered that event from my childhood. I broke into a small sweat but still held the gun up to the boy. His reaction was the same as mine when someone pointed a gun at me. I hope he couldn't tell I hesitated.

"Please don't shoot!" he screamed.

I lowered the gun and glared.

I wouldn't shoot anyone. I hate violence. Then why am I in a gang, you may ask? This gang is the only family I have. If I leave then I'd have no one. Literally.

My parents...don't care about my existence I mean, at least one point in a child's life is that they want their parents to leave them alone and just give them personal space, but that's all the time for me. To think that no one, not even your own mother, wants you, that makes you feel terrible.

This gang is literally the only thing I have.

"Just get out of here. Don't come back," I spat at the boy. He sprinted off out of town.

After the gang saved me that day, I've been part of it. I don't know how, but I wouldn't question it. It's the greatest feeling in the world to know that your wanted. And I don't want to lose it.

I jammed my hands in my pockets as I headed back to the abandoned building in which I lived in. Then threw the horrible weapon with bad memories on the couch and headed to the roof.

My buddy, Rei, was up there staring into space. This guy has been through the most. Way too emotional for him to ever talk about. His dark hair, eyes, and clothes make him even more mysterious.

We're both fifteen-too young to experience the things we have.

I ran away from home because of my folks. They never cared about me. They drove me too the point where I ran away.

He's been beaten by parents, yet he still lives with his dad. Everyday he comes back to the abandoned building with new scars.

He doesn't even talk about his dad. Never says that he's in pain. Rei covers up all his emotions with a silent, serious expression. I've never seen him cry. For someone with a life like that-it's impossible not to cry.

I only know part of it...He refuses to tell the rest.

As for the rest of the gang, they're the same-neglected by someone they love.

But it's not such a sad story now. We're altogether. We're brothers. We're wanted.

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Rin's POV

I held my breath when I saw Len Kagamine raise a gun. Not at me. But at this little kid. Honesty, I thought he was going to kill him. But I thanked the Lord when I saw him lower it.

I've known Len ever since I could remember. He's been in a street gang since we're eleven, I think.

That kid scares me. I mean, HE HAS A GUN. I can't be in the same room as him without hyperventilating.

Len's another tough, intimidating, monster who doesn't give a crap about other peoples' feelings.

I wanted to go over there and help the kid...But LEN's over there.

I can't be within 20 feet of him.

To make it worse, HE GOES TO MY SCHOOL. Thank God he can drop out next year and I don't have to see him again.

My life is stressful enough. I hate is when people think I've got it easy because my parents have money. It's the opposite of that, really.

And there is this stupid conflict with the north and south sides of town. They both hate each other. I don't want to be a part of that, so I'm not.

Oh, and Len hates me. I don't know what I did, but he does. And the last thing I need is an angry gang member on my back. I'll be dead by next week. Pray for me.

Len walked off. I released the breath I had taken in. My heart was beating really fast and I wasn't even the one in danger. Len didn't even notice me.

I was breathing hard and I could see my breath in the cold winter air.

There was absolute silence until he was completely out of sight. I started to walk back. My ringtone almost gave me a heart attack. I looked at the caller ID. It was my brother calling. I picked it up. "Yeah?"

"Bad news..." he answered.

Hesitantly, I asked, "What's up?"

"Dad's coming home today-"

I shut the phone. I squeezed it hard and almost threw it at the nearest building. As soon as someone brings up the word 'dad', I've had enough. Dad and I-not the best relationship. He's a freaking gambling, drug addict. He gambles all the money in his wallet-which is a lot-and doesn't care how much he loses because he's always getting more. He doesn't pay any attention to his children, especially ME.

I hate that guy so much...

I was actually looking forward to going home after my encounter with Kagamine...

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