Hi there~ :3 This is my first fan-fiction, and I never got a chance to add an author's note in the first chapter, so, here it is!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kagamine Rin/Len, Hatsune Miku, VOCALOID, or any other characters from the Chapter 1 onwards. I own nothing except myself. If I didn't own myself, I think that'd be slavery...or maybe not...?
Now that that's out of the way, I hope you enjoy Chapter 2 of "All That I'm Living For"~!
All That I'm Living For
Chapter 2
Rin P.O.V.
I dropped my phone on the orange fuzzy carpet and nearly screamed.
In the corner of my room, I saw a stranger, sleeping in a fetal position by the window. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, what do I do? Do I let her stay? Do I wake her up? Do I throw her out the window? Is that where she came in? Is she dead? All these questions swirled through my mind, like the beginnings of a tornado. I tiptoed close to her, until I slowly was in front of the stranger. I crouch down, to get a better view of the person's face, and gasped, almost choking on the amount of oxygen I inhaled at once. In front of my very own eyes was a stranger that looked just like me.
It turns out that the stranger was actually a boy, not a girl. I blushed at my erroneous assumption, noticing how similar our faces looked. Except…he looked better, in more odder ways than I imagined. He had the same fair skin as mine, except it was smeared with dried blood and had cuts and bruises that splashed and decorated his face. He must have been through so much, as I could see the distressed expression gently embroidered into his face, his eyebrows twitching together, in some sort of worry.
I just can't wake him up, he might run away! But, wouldn't that be a good thing? A part of me felt compelled for me to keep him, because after all, I was getting a bit lonely around here-
Who am I kidding? I can't even think straight. This time, the other part of me won. I pick up a soft yellow blanket and wrap it around his limp body so he wouldn't get cold. Before I went to sleep, I kneeled in front of him, leaning close into his face, and pushed away a few of his bangs to fix his hair. Once again, his face struck me with déjà vu. The kind of déjà vu that was like looking into a mirror. I went into bed, tucked myself in, and slowly fell asleep, thoughts of tomorrow on my mind.
O~o~O
Len P.O.V.
It's sunny outside, and I'm humming to the tune of a familiar song that I heard a long time ago. A light breeze was playing with my hair, rippling through my scalp and pushing my bangs back. I saw my father, his tall and lean built and his ocean blue eyes, not longer filled with contempt and wrath, but joy. He was holding hands with this woman. Do I know her? Am I supposed to know her? I…don't remember. She had long, flowing blonde hair that went down to her waist, and sparkling cerulean eyes, like mine. I saw a girl about my age ambling along with them. I couldn't exactly see her face, since it was too blurry to make out, and the bright light made it harder to see. No matter how much I tried to squint, it wouldn't help.
I recognized that she was wearing a petite, yellow dress that was long and flowed gracefully, making her look swan-like. She had blonde hair just like mine, as I could tell.
"Len! Len!" she cried out, waving at me to come over. I ran towards her, hoping to see her face better. She practically leaped on me, running towards my direction. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I staggered back a bit, but caught her as I embraced her under the warm light, laughing. I was smiling, another thing I haven't done in a long time. Holding her in my arms…it was an indescribable feeling. I didn't know exactly what I wanted, except to not let go of her, and when I did I would do anything to get her back.
O~o~O
Rin P.O.V.
It's really sunny, almost blinding, and the weather is perfect. I see my mom walking with this man that I don't know. He also has blonde hair, but not the shade as my mom's or mine. Their hands are clasped together, and they look joyous. I haven't seen my mother look like this in years. It made my heart swell up with happiness and my eyes well up in tears. But, up ahead, I saw a boy. He looked my age, but I didn't recognize him. His face had been blurred from the sunlight, and squinting didn't do any help. I could tell he had hair like mine, but tied back.
Then, all of a sudden, I had an urge to meet him. To know him. Talk to him. Hug him. This urge compelled into the very soul of my being, making me to wave my arms frantically to catch his attention. When I did, I ran toward him, as he did the same.
"Rin! Rin!" he called out. He knew my name, but what was his? I couldn't remember. Was I supposed to know too?
When he was close enough, I leaped toward him before my mind could even process that thought. My body just moved on its own, like some kind of instinct, and my arms were spread open, and embraced him. I felt him stagger back, but not enough to fall, and he wrapped his arms around me tightly, holding me in his grasp. I inhaled him deeply. The scent was-bananas? I smiled. The scent suited him perfectly, as he was soft and warm, and his presence felt everlasting. The feeling was indescribable, in the most perfect kind of way. I didn't want it to end, but if it will, I will try to get back.
O~o~O
Len P.O.V.
I woke up to a warm beam of sunshine on my skin, illuminating the room as I sat up, rubbing my eyes. I noticed there was a yellow blanket around me. Maybe that's why it was so hot. I pulled it off of me, and stretched my body to relax my muscles and limbs from being so cramped up together all night. I wasn't sure why I did so, now that I looked at how much bigger the room was in the light. When I rubbed my eyes to get rid of the morning's grogginess, I realized my assumption was correct. The room was all orange. The walls were painted a light yellowish-orange, but everything around it was orange. Orange throw pillows, chairs, sheets, laptop, the fuzzy carpet, you name it. But it still bursted with vivaciousness.
But as my eyes wandered toward the bed, I saw the owner of the house sleeping peacefully. I could see the shape of his body under the comforter, which I had no idea why he was using, since it was excruciatingly hot outside. I didn't want to disturb him, but I was curious. Besides, he might've been at least a little hot under there, right?
So, still clinging onto the blanket, I carefully, gently and ever so lightly pulled the comforter down by the corners with the tips of my fingers, and my eyes widened. Woah. That 'he' was a 'she'. Damn it, why didn't I see that coming? The room was all orange and clean and neat! But it wasn't until I took a good look at her face until I realized that she looked just like me. Her shoulder length, cropped blonde hair, her delicate nose, and somewhat small mouth that seemed to have traces of a pout, but traces of a smile in her expression. It was…almost, adorable. Her skin tone was identical to mine, but her skin was flawless. Absolutely no cuts, zits or bruises. I spent a lot of time just gazing at her face that, since she was sleeping, I moved my face closer to hers, until we were only mere inches apart.
Then, suddenly, her eyes opened.
Oh shit.
