Rin's POV

'Pretend you're seeing your boyfriend. How hard can it be?'

'Yeah… But I don't know if I have anything "date worthy". And there's no way I'm borrowing something off Lily. And why the hell am I having this conversation?' The usual internal dialogue. I wasn't exactly Lily, so I only owned 3 skirts, and two dresses. They ended up at the back of my wardrobe most of the time. At least going to this would beat sitting in my room alone, reading or writing something. A khaki dress caught my eye. I pulled it over my head, and looked in the mirror.

'Rin… That dress is a good fit. I would recommend these accessories and this make-up t go with it.' The disembodied voice said. I looked at the items highlighted. Along with the generic items that go with anything, black heels etc. there were a few (like… 4) interesting things to wear. I choose high lace up black boots, fishnet tights, and a necklace with a silver treble clef. I swapped my usual white clips and bow for black ones.

'Rin… I would recommend wearing some eyeliner and mascara. That would increase your rating to a 9" Disembodied voice said again. Rolling my eyes, I sat down, and spent some time on my make-up. I grabbed a studded messenger bag, and left my room, only to be met with

'Rin sweetie, where are you going? You look very nice.' Mum asked.

'I have a boyfriend. I'm seeing him.'

'Oh… That's fine! Have fun sweetie!' As I left the house, I tried not to laugh. Len was right. The lie worked a treat. Though… a small part of me kept saying

'You don't want it to be a lie, don't you?'

I arrived at the place he said to meet, and was shocked. It was one of the new apartment buildings. One of the really fancy ones. I walked in, and was ended up face to face with none other than… Len. He had a bemused smirk.

'Hello Rin.' He said. 'Out of all of your friends, you were the one who was certain to come. Your parents being morons. Do you know if any other people are going to come?' I shook my head.

'Probably not.'

'Well then, Rin, come with me.'

His apartment was on one of the top floors. It was huge, with simple furniture. I sat down on a sofa, and sighed. He passed me a cup of tea.

'It's orange flavoured. Which is your favourite.' He said.

'This better not contain chloroform. I get the feeling you're a highly informed stalker.' He smiled slightly.

'That I'm not. As I said, I'm highly observant.'

'And what do you mean by that?'

'I notice more than other people. I can pick up a sentences' worth of information in one word. That enough for you?'

I nodded.

'You said you were going to tell us… or me about your "quirks". What are they? And… How can you get that much information out of a single word?'

'I hear the word they say. Their tone of voice and body language give away extra information. This comes at the expense of general social skills. I am sorry for how I treated your friends. I sometimes know more about people, than they know about themselves.' I raised an eyebrow.

'Okay then. Say I don't believe you. What do you know about me?' I smirked, sceptical, but half believing him. He rolled his eyes.

'Fine. You used to chew your nails, and stopped around two months ago. You like to sing, but barely ever near other people. You're good at writing, whether it be songs, lyrics or stories. Is that enough proof?' My jaw was threatening to fall off.

'Now I'm almost certain you're a stalker, unless you can tell me how you found all that out.' I leant back.

'Fine. I saw your nails when you picked up the cup of tea. The edge is slightly jagged, like you've chewed it, but a while ago. You sing or hum quietly to yourself during class, making it close to certain you like singing. You also have written what looks like a song in the margin of your workbooks, showing that you enjoy writing. That enough proof for you? I could tell you other things I noticed, but I don't fancy being slapped in the face again.' He seemed to laugh. My jaw felt as if it was going to fall off.

'Tell me. You know people's secrets, so why should you have the right to keep secrets?' I said, angrily. He sighed, and I caught sight of a white bandage.

'Okay… I'll tell you. You've begun to take on some of Lily's pre-surgery physical traits. Your parents have already booked the surgery. You can't walk in heels, and see no point in learning, as you are taller than most boys without them on. You don't like sitting still, and like going outside. You also hate crowds and being fussed over, leading to you verbally lashing out at the media in the days following Lily's surgery. That is all I've picked up from you.' I was shocked. I didn't even know some of what he said.

'Right. Somehow, I find myself believing you. Now, why did you move to Tokyo, without your parents, I mean, how the hell can you afford this place? And, I don't want to be forced into having surgery. Please, can you help?' I said, getting more and more flustered towards the end. He paused to think.

'Parents still live in Hiroshima. I come from a wealthy family, but I can't stand my dad. My mum's okay, a bit of a ditz, but harmless. Younger brother is… well annoying is an understatement. Dad said, and I quote, "Len, I bought an apartment in Tokyo. There are train tickets, the Nozomigreen class. You're moving to Tokyo. You'll be going to Crypton still, but the Tokyo Campus. I'll send your furniture and anything else you want, and you leave in two weeks." That was two weeks ago. I can help you… How long is it until your birthday? When is your birthday? Exact date.'

'It's the 30th of June. So… about 10 months away.' I said apprehensively.

'Well… for once I have enough time. It's hard to do stuff like this when it's 2 months away. 6 is a stretch.'

'I'm not sure if I understand you.' He rolled his eyes, and muttered something along the lined of 'Normal person… Need to spell it out'

'Yes. I can help you.'

'So why did you need to know my birthday?'

'Give myself a deadline. I have 9 months, 3 weeks and 2 days for this to work.'

'It's a deal. Now… parents think you're my boyfriend. Let's get dinner, and maybe you could take me home.'

'Dinner, yes. Take you home, no. Your parents won't care. Look at Lily.'

'Rin sweetie! How was your date?' Mum said, fussing over me.

'It was great mum.' I said, entering my room. I looked around it, the books, and my attempt to make it more interesting. As I was taking off my make-up, something he had said came into my head.

'You've begun to take on some of Lily's pre-surgery physical traits.'

I finished taking off my eye-make up, and stuck my head out of my room.

'Mum, dad! If we have any, can I see Lily's pre-surgery photos?' My dad came and handed me an album.

'Rin, you can keep this. Neither Lola, nor I are that interested in them, but Lily insisted that we keep them.' I took the album from him, and opened it, sitting on my bed. I then looked in the mirror.

'He was right. So will he be right about everything else?'