April 30th, 2009
Len stared at the towering St. Hannabeth High School, a look of obvious discomfort plastered onto his face. His father came out of the car and patted his shoulder in an assuring sort of way. Len helpfully switched his glower to his father, some strands of his blond hair falling onto his face.
"It's okay, Len … you just got to make new friends and all … it's just like any other school you transferred to, Len. Maybe … you'll fall in love." His father added, wiggling his eyebrows as he tilted his head towards some giggling girls. "Look at them girls. They are already fawning over you, Len, and you haven't even stepped into the school. I can see a whole new start for you." His father said dramatically, drawing a semicircle with his hands. Len snorted.
"Yeah, yeah, right." He looked at the group of girls and raised an eyebrow. One of them blushed heavily and fainted. Len was painfully aware of his father chuckling behind him. His father clapped a hand on his shoulder harshly, and Len flinched, instinctively backing away from the supposed danger.
"What did I say about the girls? Told you."
"You and your work and your perverted words …" Len mumbled under his breath. Unfortunately, his father heard it and chuckled some more. No unfortunately for Len, his father said nothing and hopped into the car, looking at Len from the window. "Good luck, sonny! Remember what I said!" Those were the last words of wisdom from his father before the car drove away, leaving a cloud of dust in its wake.
Len mumbled incoherent curses under his breath, coughing as he inhaled the blasted dust. Ah well, he thought grumpily as he walked into the school, I guess I'm stuck here for probably the rest of the year.
A group of girls giggled as he walked past them.
Len sighed. This year is going to be horrible, he decided.
As Len took in the scenery of St. Hannabeth High School, he realized with horror that he didn't even know where the bloody class was. Oops. There are only a few ways to find out. One, ask a teacher. Definitely a no, that one, because Len was … well, shy. Two, ask the principal. No. Three, ask the students. Len looked at his schoolmates. Probably the best way out of three, he decided, but if it meant asking those giggling girls Len would just find the classroom by himself thank you very much.
"Excuse me, but are you having trouble at finding your class?"
A voice snapped Len out of his reverie. He spun around to look at the girls. Painted nails, make up, shiny lipstick. At one glance Len knew what kind of girls these are, his sister kept babbling about how annoying those girls were, like they keep sneering about my lip-gloss, like seriously? I can wear what I want, Len, don't you agree with that? No way in hell Len would talk to them. No. Way. In. Hell. He slowly backed away, in case they started lashing out at him with their perfectly manicured nails.
"Uh, no, thank you? I think … I think I know where it is." Len said doubtfully, averting his gaze to a rather interesting pot plant. He could feel all five girls' glares boring into his body, and he certainly didn't like it. So there is only one-way to get away: run. Len cleared his throat and tried his best to look cool and collected, not panicked and lame (sorry I couldn't think of a word) and addressed the girls. "So I'll be going now. Hi. I mean, bye. Yeah, bye. Whatever. Bye." The girls didn't bother him anymore, so he started jogging to the school halls in hopes of finding his class.
Len peered around the completely unfamiliar school corridor, trying to find class 5-D. After a minute of frantic searching, he found his timetable and stumbled about aimlessly. Once he walked into the girl's toilet by accident. Len was scarred by the incident. Literally, since he could still feel his arms aching from all of the water buckets and bags thrown at him. (Oh the irony)
Len turned around, finding a girl staring at him. She didn't acknowledge him, though, so Len walked closer to her. She didn't back away either. She looked like … she was in a daze. Len decided that he would speak more gently, because this girl looked like she could punch him any moment if he snapped at her.
"Hello, can you help me?"
The girl blinked, and Len found it quite weird that she didn't react at all to his gentle voice. But whatever, Len doesn't care. She parted her lips. "What is it?"
"I'm looking for 5-D classroom." Len managed.
"Oh, it's right there." The girl helpfully pointed to a classroom, all the while keeping a poker face. Len is starting to admire this girl now. She is simply too cool.
"Thanks!" He said, strolling to the classroom. He looked down and found the girl from before walking beside him, her jaw tightened like she felt awkward. Len raised an eyebrow at this. "Uhm … what room are you?"
"5-D, same as you."
Len chuckled. "Guess we're both late for classes."
"Yeah, I g-"
The girl stopped dead and looked at her watch, looking so scared and panicked Len actually felt sorry for her. "Ehh!? Oh no, Gakupo-sensei will lecture me again!" She dashed off, totally leaving Len behind. Len laughed, but stopped as a purple-haired teacher approached him.
"I think you might be Mr. Kagamine Len?" The teacher asked, looking at a clipboard. Len nodded in response, and the teacher tilted his head in the direction of the class the girl ran off to. "You're in 5-D, am I right?" Len nodded again. The teacher smiled warmly and extended a hand. "I'm Mr. Gakupo, your teacher from now onwards." He paused as the two exchanged a handshake. "May you please stand outside the classroom and wait until I introduce you to your classmates?" Len nodded for the third time and Mr. Gakupo offered him another smile, before heading to his classroom with Len tailing behind him.
It stank.
That was the first thing Miku thought as she woke up.
She's not dead?
Miku shakily stood up. Bad mistake. Smoke was curling everywhere, and her eyes watered. Miku coughed and fell down, a sharp shard of glass ripping her skirt as well cutting her leg. Miku winced, and fished out her handkerchief, covering her face with it. Would be better if I had water, Miku thought desperately. A pile of rubble fell onto the floor beside her, barely missing her thin body. Miku tried to stand up, but another part of the celling fell on her leg, binding her to the floor.
It chokes.
What chokes?
The smoke chokes.
Is someone going to save her?
"Miku! Miku, are you in here?!" Miku groaned, making out a faint outline of a boy.
She didn't miss the whiff of the scent belonging to bananas, though.
May 1st, 2009
Len opened his eyes. Is he in his room now? A white celling greets him. No, the celling of his room is yellow, not white. So … where was he? Len tried to sit up, but a voice prevented him from doing so.
"Ah, you're awake? You've done a good job, sir, saving that girl over there." A giggle. "You're in the hospital, if you were wondering." The voice continued. Len tried to sit up for the second time. "No, no! You stay down; I'll get your medicine for you. Do not move until then." A door was closed, leaving Len staring at the turning fan. He shifted his head, and took in his surroundings. A blast of cold wind hit his face like it wanted a hug, and Len pulled the covers higher in hopes of keeping himself warm.
He could hear steady breathing from the other side. Probably the girl from before, Len thought. Then he noticed that he didn't even know her name. Perhaps she didn't know his. So he saved a complete stranger. Well, maybe she isn't a complete stranger, since she helped him find his classroom, but still. Len doesn't know her name.
The door was opened, and the clacking of heels rang through the room. A face floated above Len's, and he jolted in surprise. The face giggled, brown strands of hair falling into its face. A hand pulled Len up, and settled him against the soft pillows propped against the headboard. Now Len could see a girl with brown hair standing in front of him, giggling all the while as she prepared his medicine.
"I'm Azuki, your nurse." The girl introduced dismissively, hurrying around a tray. She poured water into a glass and placed the tray in front of Len. "Eat." She ordered, gesturing at the plate of medicine. She babbled on as Len ate his medicine. "I have a friend here, she's called Matcha, and she's the sweetest girl on the whole planet Earth!" Azuki sighed happily, and Len nearly choked on his medicine. "Anyway, do you have a special relation with that girl over there?" She tilted her head to Len's right, and Len turned, for the first time he saw the girl without her glasses.
She looked … angelic. Her chest was rising up and down steadily, her lips parting every time she exhaled. She looked like Sleeping Beauty.
Azuki noticed him staring, and between giggles she waved a hand in Len's face, snapping him into reality. Len blinked once, twice, and turned away, his face flushing with embarrassment. Azuki laughed softly, covering her mouth elegantly so that the laugh came out muffled. "A-anyways," said Azuki as she wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, "You two look like you're … dating, or something. Oh, it's okay if you don't want to tell me!" She added, as Len covered his face. "She's in perfect condition, if you were wondering." She chirped sweetly, picking up the tray. "Just knocked out, and inhaled some smoke and all, but she's still fine." Azuki skipped to the door, her brown hair flying behind her. "Bye, Len!" With that, she closed the door.
Len blinked bemusedly, and it was after a second or so did he come back to his senses. Then he realized: he didn't ask the nurse – Azuki – the teal-haired girl's name. Whoops. Len scratched his cheek. Though … he remembered something like Miku … Len shrugged. He could ask her after she woke up.
Len slid off his bed and headed to the bed where the girl lay.
Miku's eyes fluttered open, and she looked at the white celling confusedly. It was so white it's blinding. Wait, why is she here? She was in a fire just a second ago, and then she passed out, and then … and then … is Miku kidnapped by someone?!
"I see you're awake."
Miku painfully turned her head and a face stared back at her. She scurried away from the face. It was painfully familiar, though … Miku gasped, her hand shooting to her forehead. Oh. It's that guy from earlier.
"Hi." She croaked. The boy offered her a glass of water. Miku grabbed it and started gulfing it down greedily. She turned to the boy. "Why are you here?" She asked, hoping that she didn't sound rude.
"I was watching you sleep. It's fascinating." The blond boy mumbled.
"Did you get hurt in the fire or something?" Miku asked, eyeing his bandages suspiciously. He nodded simply.
"What is your name?"
The boy looked up, shock filling his cerulean eyes. He recovered a moment later, though. "Len. Kagamine Len."
Miku nodded, and extended a hand. "Hatsune Miku."
Len shook her hand, looking satisfied.
March 5th, 2009
Miku's mother gripped on her arm, helping her down the stairs. "Are you sure you're okay, Miku? Need anything?" She asked, concerned for her daughter. Miku shook her head, smiling.
"It's all right, mom. I'm in perfect condition, see?" She twirled in a circle gracefully and smiled at her mother. "You can just go to your meeting, mom. Our house is just, like, a few blocks away from here. It's safe."
Her mother nodded, walking away while giving her daughter worried glances over her shoulder. Miku sighed, smiling, and shook her head, walking to the opposite direction.
She didn't know that Len was watching her from a tree.
Len looked at Miku's figure dancing and skipping all the way from the hospital. What has gotten into her today? Len shrugged, pushing it away. Miku … looked quite pretty without glasses, just like the day in the hospital, when Len watched her sleep (like a creep). Though she looked much better awake.
He walked out from the tree and towards Miku.
"Come on, we've got a lot to catch up with the class."
Chapter 2 End
A/N: IT'S HANA OKITA! (yay) Rhyme wrote the first chapter, and I wrote this second one (though the last line was by Rhyme) and this format will go on. Yep. Reviews, please!
-Hana
