a/n: Alright! CONFESSION TIME!:

so i woke up this morning, feeling fresh and not dying from lack of sleep. and then i went to my computer and read what i wrote last night.

first of all, lemme apologize if it wasnt clear; me bad.

second of all, i really didnt have a plot planned out cause i was half drunk (metaphorically speaking, of course) and i was half stressing out, so im sorry.

good news though!: today i went to school (summer school) and thought of the plot. a reasonable plot.

also, i fixed and added anything in chapter one, so, yeah.

okay? okay.

and FORWARD!

"YOU!" Len's voice rings throughout the nearly vacant dinner hall. "IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! BECAUSE OF YOU, MY HEAD HURTS LIKE FUCK. DON'T YOU REMEMBER THE PULLING OF THE HAIR?!" Len shouts while he tugs his already obstreperous hair in exaggeration.

Not listening to a single word the man adjacent to her said, Rin continues to sip her cup of tea nonchalantly and flip through the latest WHAT'S NEW? magazine-numerous pages of a new up n' coming superstar, an article about a purple-haired supermodel and a salmon-hair news reporter's relationship gossip, and incessant photos of the notorious businessman himself.

"-PT ME UP TILL MIDNIGHT! EY? ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?"

"Aren't you being a bit histrionic, Mr. Kagamine," Rin finally speaks, flipping the magazine to its cover and looking up to meet the blue-eyed man's glare. "And if you were asking, and I have no clue if you were, I am not leaving."

"Do you not have a home to go to, Miss. Kagami? It's just eight in the morning, please have mercy," the man speaks, pleading on his knees for the first time in many years.

Rin sighs, "I don't know if you remember, but my house was annihilated by you."

"I'm sorry but I don't why this is so surprising to you, Miss. Kagami. The plans were on display for around a month."

"Yes," Rin hissed through her gritted teeth, "But where do I find them? In the alley way where most the homeless, perverted men live. The smell of that horrid place still haunts me 'til now."

"Yes. At least they were up," Len said, flipping his hair bombastically in his mind. "But please don't forget you came over to my house last night, pulling on my hair, demanding me to stop the demolishment."

"-And now, my house and cafe is long decimated," she sighs, shaking her head in disapproval, "and it's all because of you."

"Well, I'm sor-"

"Oh don't apologize," Rin interrupted. "Even though I'm tragically disappointed by the loss of my home, I won't press charges."

Len rose an eyebrow in amusement. Her being nice? That's new. In his four years being in the business, no one ever gave up this easily. They were too dogmatic and stubborn to let their property become a bypass-

"But, of course, you do need to pay me back."

Shit. "And how would I do that, Miss. Kagami?" Len asked angelically, even though inside he was terrified of what detriment Rin Kagami could be.

Rin smirked. The smirk that could get a lion to cower in fear. The smirk that that make the devil, himself, throw himself into the pit of fire.

"I'm staying in your place for a while."

a/n: UPDATE: so im a bit ill right now and i think i might faint from sickness. (you know the *cough* *cough* and *sneeze* *sneeze* sick.)

i might be slow at updating. okay? okay.

last thing: my chapters will be short because i will take forever to update.

thank you for reading.

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much luvs.

EXCUSE ANY ERRORS!