A/N : Effing three reviews are awesome! I LOVE YOU, PREENNNZZZZZ~! *shows creepy-pedo face* Oh well, second chapter upppiee! And I assure you the happiness in this story!

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awesomedt

Hana Okita

zhane17

B.A.G-GOMEZ

Forene

Elise The Writing Desk

For the reviews. You guys are the best! *gives Justin Bieber doll* You may, or you can. . . burn him. OHOHOHOHOHOHO~~~~

Fine! I'm finishing this first! Then, I'll work up on A Secret Mischief!

B.A.G-GOMEZ, HERE I COMEEEEE!

P.S, I'm listening to tons of Len ft Miku songs here. Care to tell me any music suggestions? People? ;D

PS, can someone tell me what's quartz is? I google it and it's like a diamond or something. And that's very illogical for Len to buy. . . a diamond. I mean remember? Like Dislike PV, where Len bought Rin a rainbow quartz? I used to think that it's chocolate. GAAHHH!

Disclaimer : I don't own Vocaloid or the characters. Wait, everyone can own them. Buy their program, sheeeeshhhh~

*man in suits and a military aims gun*

Well, motherfuc –

All you can do for me is snuggling up to and showing me your smile,

You who hates to lose

On a crossover bridge of memories I walk with you

As it is separated, I have to say it now

I lower my eyes alone when we are parting

I knew you would say that. But they won't stop

Where is your "love" now? It's running through my fingers

. . .

The Song For Us

Chapter 2

What is this cold?, Miku thought amidst sleep. She could feel harsh airs slapping the milky white skin. The tealette shivered. Weird, I thought I'm sleeping with duvet tonight.

A queer, tingling sensation crept out to her nostrils; and as they flared; she released a sneeze without warning. It made her wake with a jump, her chest painful from the sudden action. Despite the cold, her body felt so warm. . . A scowl dawned on the sleepy face, obviously unpleased with the fact that she had a cold. Albeit that, she still would want to go to school tomorrow. Or. . . is it tomorrow?

Cocking her head to the side, forest green orbs were staring at an alarm clock blaring the time 4.12 a.m., before those bright pools averted her attention towards an opened window. Oh, fucking great – she forgot to close her window last night, like she would do every night. But then, last night she was having her mourning session over a shitty ex-boyfriend, so yeah. . . Hello flu.

As a complaining groan escaped her lips, Miku settled back to her covers. Within minutes, as her eyes shut close; her breathes became gentler and softer, albeit there was that mucus thingy inside her nose, and the teal-haired was soon drifted into Dreamland. . .

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Morning came as usual. As always, everything was fresher than ever. . . except for you, of course. The tealette moaned as she shuffled away from her bed. Trying not to drag her feet, she sulked when facing the mirror. She looked like a zombie, but apparently, she was sick anyway. The girl had to spend a long time dressing, as her body was weak, fingers trembling – and by the time she was ever ready – Mikuo had already left her. Fuck that bitch. Or so she thought.

And again, by the time she approached school; first period had already started. Luckily though, it wasn't that brunette who taught her class this morning. Instead, it was a nice-looking man who was indeed nice, named Mr Shion. Plus, he was funny in a way that made you adored him, like every student would adore a teacher. N-not in a romantic way. Unless you readers are some student-teacher fanatics. But still, when she arrived, the class was quiet – like they had did it on purpose just to make an eerie commotion – or whatever. Moreover, that Shion mister did asked her of her reasons;

"Miss Hatsune, care to tell me why you're late?", his tone wasn't soft. But it wasn't angry either. It was just a calm, curious tone – like a child's. Honestly, Miku preferred him than that brown-haired bitc – I mean woman. I said woman. Yeah, woman.

Miku licked her lips nervously, eyes trailing over the class to see the students staring towards her like she's a wild animal on loose. "I – I was sick. But I still insist on going to school, despite my lateness. So, I. . . I truly apologize, sir. . . uh. . ."

"Shion."

"Sir Shion."

Gosh, she was stuttering like a fool. Her palms were sweaty, and her heart pounding very wildly. As she stepped inside the class, the tealette became fully aware that Len was absent for today. Why is that?, she almost found herself pouting – the way her bottom lip poked out – it became obvious.

Nonetheless, the girl spent her time snoozing, since her sickness had kicked in just recently. Soon after, right after the last period rang its bell, signaling the end of the day; she woke up.

"Wha. . .?"

"Miku –. . .?", a tiny voice spoke. Tilting her head upwards, Miku was met with a girl of short blonde pigtails hanging loosely by the neck – barely reaching the shoulders, sided bangs clipped neatly – and azure eyes, perfectly round-shaped eyes. Ah. It was Kagene Rin.

The tealette gave a confused "Hm?" towards the female blonde. Amidst blurry visions, she almost thought that blonde was Len. Well, to be truthful, that sounded a little bit psychotic. But, whatever. "What is it that you want?", said the teal-haired girl nearly too rude.

"The class rep wants me to give you this. He said he wanted to leave early because of tuition, and that you were sick. . ." replied her, the answer was a long list, and it took moments to register into Miku's head. Rin handed the teen a bunch of papers – notes and assignments – to be exact. A tender smile danced, lightened the sick face of Miku. Frankly, the blonde female almost feel envious. Miku was very beautiful. And she was not to that point.

Exhaling, the shorter girl lit up a glad smile. "I'm leaving now, I'm visiting Len's house since he's sick today."

Wait, what?

"Wait, what?"

Oh, she said it aloud. The tealette almost slapped herself. The keyword being 'almost'. Besides, this girl wanted to visit Len's house? Miku could feel her jealousy rising, and her head went fuzzy for a minute and she squirmed uncomfortably.

"Why?", Rin asked in curiosity. The short-haired had hoped that instead of saying "I'm coming with you", she'll just shrug it off, and. . . bye-bye. But I guess granted wishes doesn't exist, and the answer was opposite.

"I'm coming with you."

Oh wow, thank you very much. . .

The two needed to take a train to head to Len's residence. Miku stated that Len lived quite far because of his father's work. And now, she was babbling about something else again. In truth, the blonde wasn't listening, she was far too busy thinking.

This girl. . . is dangerous. Well, to her, by the way. Though, it's true – the Hatsune female knew almost too much about Len. And to be frank, she know none. The blonde met Len a few months ago, because of his constant flirts and stalks, she had enough – she had given in. And she gave him a chance to be in a relationship. At first, it was only for sympathy. But as time grew by, Rin caught herself falling – slowly and slowly – towards the other blonde. He. . . He was kind. Protective. Funny – I mean, funny weird. . . in a good way, I can assure you. And he wasn't that bad-looking either. I mean, by the way his shining golden locks tousled, messily but not messy, and that sapphire-like eyes.

But she knew nothing about him, despite her feels for him. Neither did he bothered to tell her anything, or showing her. It almost seems like. . . he – he was trying to forget something. As if by cue, Miku came. Now, she know what Len had been so desperate to success. He's trying to forget Miku.

But we all knew he can't.

Even Rin had figured it out easily. Yesterday. His scornful look was so obvious, but she pretended to be obnoxious. When in secret, she was stalking – I. . . I mean tracing. . . uh, st-stalking Miku. Gaining information about her from other people who had longed friends with her boyfriend.

They used to be lovers. Childhood sweethearts. That kind of thing you saw in PS I Love You reflected in her eyes now. (Well, except that PS I Love You is that Gerry's dead, and Len isn't). And it rose that jealousy level of hers to the highest level, but being a good person she is, the blonde chose to stay quiet.

Her mind averted to other thoughts. She remembered the day when Len gave her something she treasured until now. . .

"You wanted to buy that rainbow quartz on the way home,

I saw you looking at it,

It's opposite from the school road, but don't worry about it."

"Ah - really?! I really don't like your type,

Is that why I'm reacting so much?

I see, so I suddenly got your sweet side and now I'm shaking and upset."

. . .

Rin knew he was following. However, she didn't mind that for now. It seems that she had grown used to being stalked, and it felt wonderful by the way, like you have a bodyguard. Or something like that. By now, the girl was strolling at the city. She told her mom that she'll be out late again, and as always – being a loner she was – the female blonde hanging out by herself. Walking past shops and boutiques, the girl halted as azure eyes lightened up to see the shop she favored. It was a diamond shops, the kind that sells bracelets and necklaces of gold and silver and rare diamonds. Oh, that kind where only wealthy people enters. Bitchy shop, indeed. Pacing towards the shop, Rin blared her gaze through the window – her sight fixed on a quartz.

She completely ignored Len now. He was, apparently, hiding behind a lamp post. The taller blonde saw what she was gawking at. A smirk curled and an idea lit up in his head.

The next day, before Rin enters the classroom – she could hear the amused gazes and chatters of students inside. Curious as hell, she stormed in the class just to face a big surprise. Len, that total freak, was surrounded by people amongst their ages, girls for most. Right at the moment she entered, she felt like a movie really. Five feet away, Len stood facing her with an average-sized box on his palm. Before anything, the girl could only shriek;

"Ehhh?! Marriage?!"

Students gasped and chittered. False rumors were starting soon, and Rin yelled for a stop. They did, and the class turned an eerie silence. Not even a muster of apology. Nothing. Except five seconds later, Len was laughing his ass off. Arghh – that jerk!

"Silly Rin, this box is too big to fit a small ring," he answered coolly.

"Eh? E-eh? T-th-then? W-w-wha-what is that?!"

The taller blonde huffed, pretending to be regretful or something. Meanwhile, Rin was twitching in anger. Slowly, he opened the box, revealing a. . . revealing a. . .

"QUARTZ!", Rin gaped. She was freaking out loud, not that she cared. The students were cheering and laughing, until the moment was interrupted by Meiko-sensei entering the class. What a cockblock. Psh.

"Um. . . Rin? Kagene Rin? Rin-Rin?"

Rin-Rin?, her thoughts snapped, and the blonde went back to reality. . . only to face two tealettes. "What the motherfuck. . .?"

Miku laughed. The other tealette just showed a cocky smirk that made Rin wanting to punch his face. . . or worst. . . kick his balls. Yeah, she do that. "Right, I forgot. . . this is my cousin, Hatsune Mikuo. It's a sort of coincidence we met him, by the way," introduced Miku.

"Hey there, Rin-Rin~"

"Shut it, or else," said the blonde through gritting teeth. It just reminded her of Len, that kind of Len a few of months ago. A Cheshire-like grin spread on his lips, "Oh right", adding, "Princess."

Huffing, the younger teal-haired broke the tension around the two. Well, she hated serious, heated arguments by the way. "Enough you two, especially you," she snapped at Mikuo, and he winced, albeit playfully.

What a total asshole, Rin thought in frustration.

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Finally, Miku and Rin arrived at Len's house. Whereas, Mikuo had gone to his friend's house to sleepover that, which Miku gladly heard that. She had heard from Mom; he's that kind of jerk who refuses to stay home everyday. And a party-addict, I must say.

The teal-haired stayed quiet for a moment. The way her eyes drooped, Rin knew she must have missed this house so much. Meanwhile, she was in Kagamine's residence for the first time. She didn't know whether to be nervous or excited. But one thing she knew for sure; right now she felt true pain called heartbroken.

Out of the blue, Miku sneezed. It made Rin jumped, and when she turned, the tealette mustered an apology. Oh yeah, she remembered – that Hatsune chic was sick too. . . wait, why are the TWO of them are sick at the SAME time?

"Uh. . . why don't you talk to Len first?", offered Rin, frankly didn't want to intervene the broken relationship. Then before she barely missed it, a glint of happiness showed on Miku's face, before she went solemn.

"Thank you!", and then dashed upstairs. Like she already owned the place, actually. The teen was happy. She never thought that Rin was actually nice!

As she ascended the staircase, and walked along the halls of Len's house, she started recollecting things. Things she left for two years. And oh gosh, she knew she was being nostalgic ever since she came back – urghh – whatever, though. When she was finally in front of the doorstep, anxiety filled her.

God, it felt so. . . strange. Like, the tealette was seeing something new. It's just him. . . don't worry, mentally soothing herself, at last she opened the door that she had been missing for months.

"R-Rin?"

Miku heard that deep voice of his, a little hoarse, but he sounded all right. When she fully entered his bedroom, the girl found Len sitting on his bed with a PSP on both grasps, and his body arched in an angle that he looked like having a stomachache. But still, he looked perfectly fine.

"Mi. . . What are you doing here?", spat the blonde. Forest green hues rolled, and she found herself a comfortable spot on the furry, dark blue carpet. She eyed him with brows arched, a mischievous smirk crossed that pretty face. "You're not that sick, aren't you? You're just finding excuse for an escape. Ah, I bet you haven't finished your assignment!", laughing, she rolled her head back, before a pillow landed on Miku's face.

"Shut up!"

"Ahahaha, Len is such a lazy bastard!"

"Am not!", pausing, "Well, you used to be lazier than me. . . Your mom said you didn't clean your room; you always got detention because you were lazy on doing that projects of yours; and you always failed your –"

BAP! The previous pillow was thrown back to Len, hitting his chest, and a heated battle of pillows started amongst the two. It lasted for a minute, before they stopped. By the time they finished, both were panting and laughing. Still, there were still the threatening looks plastered on two's faces.

"God. . . I missed you. . .", he breathed, admitting with that slight bitter tone. Miku chuckled sadly, that shine on teal eyes dissipated. The two were standing close, not that close as inches, but their bodies leave no gap in between. The blonde reached one of his hand forwards, the fingers stroked that soft cheeks. It stayed like that for a moment – silence – but they completely savored the moment. Before he could do anything further, Miku backed away and simpered.

She reached for the door, teal braids bounced until her waist. "I. . . I missed you too, Len," she whispered quietly, her lips quivering. Eyes widened, Len barely missed the words she inaudibly said – "I'll come back." – sealed as a promise. Granted or not, we'll see first.

Outside, Rin was listening and watching every commotions. The azure eyes looked sad, like a wilted plant. Once Miku had opened the door, the tealette stormed out – her footsteps leaving a loud thud-thud-thud as she left. The female blonde peered from behind the mahogany to see Len looking so regretful; icy blue eyes widened, and he was. . . crying.

Without waiting, Rin barged in. Her breathes were quick, fists clenched tightly. And just so suddenly. . . never in her life, she saw Len that surprised.

"E-eh, Rin. . . did you. . .?", he swallowed hard, "You came here with M-Miku?"

"Yes. . ."

"You saw. . . I –"

"Yes, Len! Yes, I saw that!", she snapped, once she was nearby, she pushed the taller blonde, wailing; "And you never even bothered to tell me about yourself! It's just so unfair. . ." The male said nothing, just silently swallowing the words. Slowly, he approached her – in return – was pushed back by Rin. . . and she punched him. "Don't get close to me, you stupid liar!"

And she ran. Ignoring Len. Ignoring her thoughts. Ignoring everything.

"Wait, Rin, waaait!"

Outside, it was raining heavily, washing the streets with water – it almost looked like a swimming pool. But Rin ignored the rain, too. She's too angry to care. She felt so stupid. Stupid for trusting Len. Stupid for accepting him. Worst, stupid for falling in love towards him.

She knew she should have just refused.

"AAAAAHHHH!", she screamed in frustration, despite the rain. Her cheeks were wet, who knows with tears or the patter. Her clothes soaked and stick uneasily towards her body, and she felt like a walking stone. The girl felt a throbbing headache, as she limped weakly. When she almost stumble to the pavement, warm hands caught her by the shoulder blades.

Looking up, the blonde saw the guy she last wanted to see – Hatsune Mikuo. "Hey there, princess," he grinned cheekily, one hand gripped an umbrella that shed them from the waters.

"Jerk, get away from me," she mumbled weakly but sternly.

"Oh?", one brow angled, his expression was a challenged one, "Is that how you treat a helping person?"

Bottom lip poked out; she was sulking. "You're not helping at all!"

"Haha, perhaps Princess wants your humble servant to mend that broken heart of yours?"

What. . .? Immediately, Rin turned crimson upon hearing that. But – despite his coquettish nature, he was really sincere. The blonde almost melt inside, and she broke away crying again. In his attempts of calming the furious girl; Mikuo gently wrapped his arms around the slender waist.

"Well, your humble servant is a nobody and have nothing to give you," he chuckled, "But that servant could give him his heart."

"What are y-you talking about?", she growled.

"Ah, nothing."

The tealette pulled her by the wrist, and the two walked together with no destinations to go.

. . .

Dang it! That guy's confessions

Are spinning inside my head

Isn't there a middle area between like and dislike?

I'm forced to make only one choice.

. . .

Hello.

Send it. Do not send it. Send it. Do not send it.

Arghh – her mind was spinning in confusion right now! The screen showed Len's number with the text 'Hello'. She wanted to send it, but the teal-haired was afraid. It was simply frivolous, so she didn't want to sound stupid and all. She scratched her arms, pulling those white, long sleeves to her elbow. The girl bit her bottom lip, green eyes trailing at a certain person's number and that simple text. Fucking simple text.

And at last, she clicked send.

And screamed.

Gosh! What if he thinks I'm stupid?!, she played with her white, V-neck sweatshirt, flopping it in numerous time. It was a sign of her panicking. Well, it was always like that. Within minutes, a buzzing sound made her cellphone vibrated and Miku lifted it almost too hasty.

'Hi. (OwO)'

"OH MY GOSHH! He answered," the girl beamed like a child. Wait, fuck that – she's more like a Kagamine fanatic right now.

The two spent their nights texting. Few hours ago, Miku's flu seems to slowly disappear. So, she can't wait to go to school tomorrow.

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After all, the story was just getting better.

Even for Rin, it's all right.

For Mikuo, it was heaven.

Len, however, was having the shock of his life – but he's all right – now that he's texting with an ex-girlfriend.

For Miku, she wondered if things were going to be like how it used to be.

For you guys, perhaps you're expression was like : ((((；゜Д゜)))

END OF CHAPTER

Cookie-chan : Uhh. . . want a donut, anyone?

Rin : You're making this emo, bro. What is this, Asian drama?

Cookie-chan : Hey, you guys are Asian. . . robots! Yeah – Asian robots!

Len : Psh. Whatever. Miku, do the thingy.

Miku : Can't, I'm eating the donut.

Cookie-chan : MUTHAFAKKA! THAT'S NOT YOURS!?

Rin and Len : Review please. Or Cookie-chan will chase us carrying a gun and shoot innocent people.

Cookie-chan : ALL THE OTHER KIDS WITH THE PUMP UP KICKS, YOU BETTER RUN, BETTER RUN~ OUTRUN THE BULLETTSSSSS~~~~