Haha, a lot of you are probably confused right now ( though there are not many people reading this? XD ) as to what this chapter would be about ( aside if Ren lived, which some of you may or may not see ). Well, these are some of the main events that happened in Ren Haine and Akaito Shion's relationship before Akaito went and ruined the whole thing. This is starting off at the age of twelve for Ren, and at the age of sixteen for Akaito.
I just realized I messed up my summary. It is supposed to say eight years. 8D;;
Disclaimer: I do not own Akaito Shion, Ren Haine or Len Kagamine, or any other vocaloid/utauloid/fanmade that may be mentioned in this story. I only own the writing. Thank you.
Ren watched quietly as Akaito strummed the acoustic guitar that belonged to Ren himself, eyes locked on the raven as he played. Ren had originally been drawing a picture of Len - one he had started for the twelve year old blonde, but had not been able to finish while with him -, but now all of his focus was paid onto his close best friend who played the guitar with such ease.
"You're so much better than me at that," whispered the gray eyed boy, smilling a small smile as he said so, trying his best not to blink. "I play so awkwardly."
The red head chuckled, stopping in the middle of whatever song that he had been playing, and ran his fingers in circles over the smooth surface of the guitar's side. Ren noticed this with his eyes still on those amber eyes, and suddenly the younger male felt his eyes going crosseyed.
"Eh ehe eh," sounded Akaito, grinning wider. "You lost. You turned your gaze first."
Ren refocused his eyes again, knowing how it wasn't good to look crosseyed. But with how Akaito was, he could cross his eyes and still see the male... "We were playing to win? I just thought we were having a staring contest and I was losing horribly."
"You're such a loser."
Akaito looked back down at the guitar's fingerboard and started playing again, this time playing something that the infamous Rinto Kagamine - Len Kagamine's cousin, who had gotten famous rather than Len, who was a wonderful singer - sang. Something Tori no...
"You know," Ren mumbled, a little bored now as he watched Akaito play. "...I've always wanted to be a girl."
That got Akaito to stop playing. And it also got the other male to lift his head and look at Ren in the eyes again, a blush rather clear on those pale cheeks. In fact, his blush was almost as red as his hair. "...But then you would be just like Lin, Ren."
Ren sighed dreamily, leaning back into the couch, crossing one leg over another so that he could work on the portrait better. He crossed his legs like a girl, something he would rather do so that way he could actually look more feminine. This was, actually, a phase that the black haired twelve year old was going through. Surprisingly, Len had not gone through this yet, and was instead, at this moment in time, trying to be as manly as possible, wearing hipster clothing and all. "I know... but I still always wanted to be a girl."
"Why?" asked the other, setting the guitar down next to him on the floor, sitting up straighter in his wooden chair that he had propped directly across from Ren. "You have to have a reason, and you're much too manly to be ga-"
"I always wanted to have children." Ren blushed himself, looking away. Akaito had almost said the word. The 'G' word. Then this boy would have been in trouble. He was still confused with this. He was still trying to figure himself out. Lin had told him to do what he thought was best for himself, and to follow the path that /he/ chose, not someone else. "My own children. And... I don't think I could ever build up the courage... to... get a woman pregnant." he blushed even more as he said that, "I... I mean, I'm still-"
"Ahh, why don't you donate some sperm?" asked Akaito, wiggling his eyebrows.
Ren's head whipped back over to his best friend, blushed furiously... but then it calmed down, and then his cheeks were back to their natural pale color. "...Tell me, Akaito, do you think a twelve year old boy knows what that is?" Because he still didn't understand the concept. Neither did Len, but Len was still too innocent to even have the full talk. Just the birds and bees, the same that Ren had had by none other than Kaito.
The older teen sat up farther in his seat, eyes widening. "Wait... you don't even really know what that is? Ren, you did have the talk, I was there." Akaito looked nervous all of the sudden. Was there a need to be nervous?
"I-I..." Ren felt his face heat up again. "d-don't understand, Akaito. The mothers and the fathers somehow get together, have sex, and then magically the mother is pregnant? Is that what happened with us, Akaito? Is that why Lin and I were given up? Because the mother didn't want to get-"
"Of course not!" Akaito jumped up from his seat and over to the once-rambling raven, taking the sketchbook and throwing it to another cushion on the couch before engulfing the younger boy into a hug. "No. For whichever reason your parents left you here with Kikaito and Zeito, for whichever reason at all, I know that they were stupid, and made a horrible mistake. You and Lin are wonderful children. I don't understand why someone would think otherwise, even if you two were children."
Ren didn't hug back, feeling his face heat up even more, and felt something in his stomach churn. His whole body seemed to ignite at Akaito's contact. "Is it because they knew I would be gay?"
There was some silence after that, until Akaito pulled back, looking the younger boy in the eye. "...Are you gay, Ren?"
Ren shrugged his shoulders, turning his head to avoid that horrible eye contact. God, he sure hoped Akaito couldn't tell how hot he felt. Did Ren have a fever or something? "I-I... I don't know. But..."
"Whichever you are," Akaito slipped in before Ren could continue. He ruffled the younger male's head and smiled as if this were a misfortune. "I still love you as much as I love Lin-Lin."
As Akaito pulled back, turning and walking back over to his guitar, Ren mumbled something about how he wanted more love from Akaito than what he received.