So yeah, it's been a while.

Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own any of the Vocaloid or any other trade marked characters within as they belong to their respective copyright holders. Synchronicity was made by many people and is a wonderful thing so you should give them all credit for it (and should be looked up on youtube.)


"Who is she?"

"Who is who, Len?" My mother spared me a quizzical look over the top of the book she had been reading. I probably seemed strange bursting out of my room with such a demand in the morning, however, despite her look I was not faltered in my pursuit of the truth.

"Rin!"

The room fell silent save for the rustling of wind outside At the mention of the name she seemed visibly stricken. The color started to drain from her face. For a single, weighted moment we looked at each other. Her voice took on a defensive tone.

"I-I'm not sure what you me-"

"I saw her!" I cut her off. My chest heaved as adrenaline coursed through my veins. I had not been able to contain the excitement welling up in my chest since I woke up. "She's the one – the one I've been... My dreams! She was there... somewhere! In a cave! And the Clergy... and, and..." The words poured out of my mouth in a manner that reflected my mind at the time: a mess. My excitement was preventing me from properly expressing myself.

As I rambled on my mother just sat there and looked at me as I paced about the room gesturing wildly. She seemed to be lost in thought as I continued my verbal assault. Her eyes began to tear up. "Len..." she muttered finally, a noticeable wobble of grief colored her voice.

"...and her voice. She sang - and it saved me! And-"

"Len!" It was her turn to cut me off. I stopped my pacing and turned to her. Immediately I noticed the tears streaming down her face. Guilt swept over me as I realized my excitement had upset her. Quickly I went to her and knelt beside her chair, looking up at her expectantly. There as a brief pause as my mother collected herself.

"She was... Rin is... your sister. Your twin sister."

The world froze as a thousand little puzzle pieces began to form together in my mind. I had a twin? A deluge of thoughts ran through my mind yet I couldn't find anything to say. Why wasn't I told? What happened to her? Why did I see her in my dreams? The questions all died before reaching my lips. I probably just sat there looking at her, mouth agape.

My mother must have read the utter loss on my face as she heaved a sigh. "I guess it was inevitable. They say no matter how much you hide from the truth it will eventually find you." Her voice held a note of false humor. "I think I've always realized, somewhere inside me, that I would have this conversation with you one day."

"You... but why? Why didn't you tell me?" I demanded, my face re-gaining the fire it had held just moments ago. The question was out before I had time to consider how to say it. My mother, feeling the force of my inquiry, turned away from me and fell silent. For a long time she remained unmoving, just staring at the wall. I was about apologize when she started talking again.

"We used to live in a much smaller village than this, your father and I that is. Maybe a hundred people total. We were happy for a long time, but then the call of war ushered him off to some far off land leaving me alone. I discovered I was pregnant not but a week after he had left. It was the second happiest day of my life."

"The two of you were born on a day much like yesterday. It was sunny and a fresh blanket of snow covered the ground. The beauty of it was second only to the blessing I received that day. Rin came first, but you weren't far behind. Two beautiful children. Twins. Wisps of blond hair, eyes as blue as the sky above. Two round faces gazing up at me. An absolute dream come true."

"You know, in those first few days I could already tell what type of people you would grow up to be. Rin was full of energy, always moving around. Yet she was also the one to cry the most. You, on the other hand, remained quite silent most of the time. If Rin was crying next to you, you seemed to try and comfort her by reaching your little hand out to her..." She trailed off, lost in her happy memories. For a moment she seemed to forget the pain of reliving these memories; yet it was only just a moment.

"They came a week later. A man in white and black robes, marked by the symbol of the Clergy. He was flanked on all sides by Daevic guards. They forced themselves in once I opened the door and went immediately for the bedroom where the two of you slept." Another pause. My mother seemed to be steeling herself against the memories.

"They... they took her. They said that she was to become the next successor to the Diva of Light and that she would be hailed throughout the land as a savior. They took her: whisked her off somewhere far away from me. From us. They took my child... my baby..." Her voice trembled again as long repressed memories resurfaced. It took all her effort to continue.

"I tried to resist them, but two of the guards held me back as the priest assured me that Rin would be fine. Yes, fine, separated from her family and toted off to become some sort of symbol for their damn cult. I fought with all my might but I couldn't do anything against the guards as I watched them carry her out, crying, into the cold winter morning. Eventually one of them hit me with his gauntlet to silence me. Then, as quickly as they came, the men were gone; riding off into the world with Rin in tow. I was left, trembling on the floor, to wallow in my sorrow."

"I sat there for a long time, unsure of what to do, until finally I heard crying coming from the next room. There you were, laying on the bed, crying as hard as your little lungs could manage. Two souls, a mother and child, crying 'till their eyes were red for completely different reasons. I couldn't face that place anymore, so we left without warning and without a single 'goodbye' to anyone that knew us. I moved us here, away from that all, and as far away from the Clergy as I could afford to go..."

I was already out the door, my sword cliched tightly in my hand before the final word of my mothers tale. "Len!" my mother called after me hearing the door slam. "Len! Come back!" Her words fell on deaf ears. At that moment, the Divines, the Clergy, or whatever other powers were out there couldn't stop me.

For as long as I can remember, there has been a part of me missing. I piece of me -of my soul- torn away from me, leaving a anguished void its place. This piece had a name: Rin.

They had taken her, locked her away in a cave in some far corner of the world. They had hurt her! The sight of her battered body burned fresh in my mind. I now realized the purpose of these dreams. She was calling to me! She needed me! My sister! The piece that had so long been missing from my heart! They took Rin from me!

Vengeance. That was the singular thought that coursed through my mind. The ones responsible needed to be punished. The Clergy would pay.

My heart pounded in my chest as blood rang loudly in my ears. My world became a sea of red as I trudged through the snow toward the building resting on the edge of town. This structure, used as a common home for visitors of importance when the local Inn wouldn't do, currently housed the focus of my rage: the priest of the Clergy. My knuckles whitened as I tightened my death grip on the hilt of my blade.

Two of the Daevic guards stood watch outside the front door. Their armor made them seem intimidatingly huge though I was not deterred by the sight. At the time, I thought to charge right in, draw steel, and attack the lot of them. The seething rage within me fueled this suicidal ploy.

I marched forward, close and closer to my target, white snow crunching underneath my feet. My breath quickened as adrenaline took hold of me. They were just meters away now. A quick, surprise attack. That would be my best shot. Beneath my coat my sword slowly emerged from its resting place with a glint of cold steel.

It's likely I would have died that day had it not been for a hand grabbing me and turning me aside. "Whoa there, Len, where do you think you're going?" For a moment, the bloody haze that filled my mind shattered. The face of a local farmer came into focus. "The line for the priest's blessing starts over there." The man pointed me toward a rather long line of people that snaked back toward the village. "You feeling alright? You looked hellbent on something. I'm sure the priest will have time to see all of us."

In that brief moment where I was again exposed to reality, I realized how stupid I was being. Though the thirst for revenge still held its grip on my mind, I was now able to see that I needed some sort of plan. With a noncommittal "Yeah... thanks." I waved the man off and wandered toward the back of the line.

Slowly some semblance of a strategy formed in my mind. Initially I thought to wait my turn in line and then attack once inside, however, I realized that the remaining Daevic guards were likely with the priest. Additionally, there was no way the ones in front would let me pass armed as I was.

I remembered, however, that the guest house had a side room which served as living quarters. This room had a back door. As a child, me and the other boys from the village would sometimes sneak in to look through some of the more interesting visitor's belongings. We thought we were intrepid bandits or something childish like that.

Quietly I left the line of people and made my way into the wooded area that surrounded the building. Walking in a long arc to avoid being seen, I approached the rear of the building which was thankfully unguarded. I picked up an old stick lying on the ground and quietly jammed it into the small crack that existed between the door and its frame. I fiddled with this arrangement a while until I managed to hit the latch that locked the door and, with a small metallic "clack," knock it off of its hook.

I slipped inside, making sure to shut the door behind me, and situated myself in the back corner behind an old armory so that my presence would not be immediately noticeable to anyone entering from the main room. The air was stifling compared to the cool winter breeze I was experiencing a moment before. A stone fireplace situated in the far end of the room provided this dry heat.

From my position against the wall I could hear the priest delivering his blessings in the next room. "... and just this past year it seemed like the summer was never warm enough to grow a proper crop, and the weather was so dry, I don't know what I'm going to do if it happens again..." A man spoke sounding nervous.

"Child, child, there is no need to fret. The holy Diva watches over us all and protects those who are faithful to her. So long as you do not let her fall from your mind, hardship will not befall you. Go now, with her blessing." The old man cooed.

A fresh wave of anger swept over me hearing these remarks. It was all a lie. They took a scared little girl away from her family for her supposed powers just so that they could parade her image about in order to keep these people eating out of the palm of their hand.

For a long while I listened, growing more and more impatient as time passed. My hand shook as it rested on the hilt of my blade, ready to grab the deadly weapon at a moments notice. It took a large part of my will power to resist the urge to charge through the door and gut the old bastard where he stood. Finally I heard the priest speak in a much more commanding tone. "Tell the rest of them off for now, I must retire to my quarters for a rest."

The armored clunks of the Daevic guard's footsteps faded from the building. I heard my query approaching from the other side of the wall. This is it. Slowly the interior door opened as the aged man dressed in white and black entered. For a moment I sat and watched, biding my time. The priest sat down on a stool in front of a table with a mirror, removing his headdress as he did. Slowly I approached from behind.

My fingers curled around the hilt of my blade beneath my coat, ready to draw in an instant. Though rage fueled me I could not keep the horror of what I was about to do from chilling me to the bone. I was about to cross the final distance when the priest looked up and saw me in the mirror. With a start and a small yelp he spun around to face me. I froze. The mans face formed a nervous smile. "Goodness, child, you scared me! If you wish to receive a blessing then you'll need to wait out fro-" In a flash I drew my sword and trained the point at his face. He gave another yelp.

"Quiet!" I hissed. "If you make a sound I'll run you through." I attempted to make my voice as intimidating as possible though I did not wish to alert his guardians. I fought to keep myself from trembling. "Now," I continued, "You're a man of status in the Clergy. What did you do with her?"

The priest stared at me for a moment, his eyes cast a fearful look about before he managed to get out an "E-Excuse me?"

"Rin! What did you do with Rin!" Despite my best efforts my voice shook though I'm not sure whether overwhelming fear or anger controlled it.

The man regained some of his composure and fixed me with a much more menacing star. "Rin? I know not of who you speak, boy but surely you must know the folly of what-"

"Shut up!" I snapped, twisting the blade and drove the point closer to his face which caused him to draw back a ways. "You took her and made her your idol or whatever! The Diva! Your puppet deity! Whatever you call her! What did you do with her!" I demanded.

My intimidation did not have the desired effect as the priest's face contorted into a sort of twisted smile with his stained teeth. "Why, you would have to ask the high priestess that, boy." His voice sounded far more confident. It was unnerving to say the least. "Now, I know not who you are or what you want with the Diva but I assure you, what you're doing right now is likely the most foolish thing you've done in your short life."

I glared at him and again thrust my blade at his face. He did not flinch this time. "You intend to kill me? You are no warrior. Just a scared kid with his father's sword. You couldn't do it if you wanted to. You obviously have some qualm with the Clergy. So be it. Know that you declare yourself the enemy of the most powerful organization in the world. Yes, we have your 'Rin' or whatever you called her, though someone with a death wish such as yourself has no right to mention her as anything other than the holy Diva. She is the most important girl in the world! The center of all the hopes, fears, and admiration of the people across this land!" He mocked me.

"SHUT UP!" Yet despite my words I could not move. I could not deliver the thrust that would end that despicable man's life. Despite my fury, my mind held my hand at-bay. For a long time I sat there glaring at the man with my sword now pointed at his throat. The priest just sat there, an almost amused look in his eye.

Finally a strong knock on the door broke the silence. "Your eminence, the people are beginning to grow restless again." My heart stopped. The priest continued to give me his twisted smile. If I was going to follow through with it -if I was going to satisfy my need for vengeance- I needed to act then. For a fleeting moment, one final spark of anger passed through me, yet I was frozen. Despite my absolute hatred toward the man in front of me I could not bring myself to kill the bastard.

"Sir! They're waiting!" another knock as the doorknob rattled. I fled.

The cold air stung my lungs as I half ran, half stumbled away from the building. The rage that had fueled me up to that point was gone, replaced by a new and far more primal emotion: fear. Wave upon wave of terror swept over me as I ran. I had to escape, somehow. The Daevic guards would be after me soon and if they caught me...

Death. That's what awaited me if I was found. What I had just done, what I had just attempted, was assassination. Tantamount to treason against the Clergy. If they were merciful my execution would be swift. I had, however, heard tales of the Clergy's less pleasant method of dealing with criminals of such magnitude. The thought of such things further fueled the fear within me.

How could I have been so stupid? What did I think I was going to accomplish? They were right: the priest and the voice from my dreams. I was nothing more then a lost, scared little kid with a sword. I was toying with powers far greater than myself. Seventeen years old and I thought to challenge the largest and most powerful organization in all the land. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

The trees flew by me. I ran until I was out of breath and finally collapsed against the trunk of a large oak. My chest heaved as my lungs tried to keep up with the rest of me. The late afternoon sun glared at me from overhead, it's blinding light offering me little comfort.

I slumped against the tree and sank down into a sitting position, dropping my sword, which I only then realized I was still gripping, into the snow. I hung my head as I hugged my knees and there, alone sitting in the cold snow in the woods that bordered my village I began to cry. I know not whether it was out of self pity or fear, yet the tears came, melting the snow beneath me with their warmth. It was over. Even if I ran now, I was a marked man. They would hunt me to the ends of the earth.

I would never see them again. Images flashed though my mind of the people in my village. The people I had grown up with. By tonight I would have to consider them my enemies. Whatever compassion they held within their hearts would likely be trumped by whatever dogma the Clergy had fed to them over the years. They would sooner turn me in to the Daevic guards then risk both punishment from the Clergy and the misfortune that was said to fall upon those who defied the will of the Diva and her keepers.

My mother. She would be crushed no doubt. I had essentially just committed suicide even if my body had not yet caught up to the fact. I would never sleep in my bed, feel her warmth by my side, eat her food, see her smile. It would all be taken from me, replaced by cold dungeon walls or the hangman's noose.

I sat there, reduced to such a state, and wallowed in my misery. Thoughts came and went, melting into a useless mess within my head until a single person was left within my mind. Rin. I had failed her with my inability to act. In the end I was powerless against the might of the Clergy just as my mother had been all those years ago. Rather than add to my sorrow, however, that one thought stuck.

I began to recall the things my mother had revealed to me that morning. I was somebody's brother. The concept was new to me yet it felt warm somehow; comfortable. There was another piece of me out there in the world somewhere.

"This way, men!" A faint shout echoed through the trees.

What would Rin have thought had she seen me at that moment? Some brother I turned out to be. Despite this, however, I couldn't help but smile. Even as my doom approached through the woods, thoughts of my sister warmed my heart. Perhaps there was something to this Diva business after all.

My legs planted themselves in the ground and forced me to rise. My back brushed against the rough bark of the tree as I used my sword to steady myself. The clatter of armor now made its way to my ears yet it seemed to be naught but a slight annoyance.

Though I had never met the girl I now called my sister in person, I could picture her looking down at me in the snow with disgust. What was I doing? Sitting here drowning in self-pity. I had vowed vengeance hadn't I? I needed to save her didn't I? A fire again grew within me, not of rage, but of hope. I hoped for myself, I hoped for Rin.

Images of my sister's battered form again danced through my mind yet they only fed my now returning strength. This was the meaning of my dreams. If there was such a thing as destiny then I had just found mine.

I could hear the Daevic guards. They were maybe a hundred meters away maybe. I could still run. I gripped the hilt of my blade tightly and once again dashed off into the trees. It would take much more than a few Daevic guards to stop me. I would find Rin and free her from whatever captors held her. If the world burned due to the loss of their precious Diva so be it. She was out there, waiting for me to rescue her. Brothers are supposed to protect their sisters after all.


The rough wooden siding of the house bit into my skin through my jacket as I roughly pressed myself against it. I paused, just for a moment, to catch my breath as it formed small clouds in the air. When the burning in my lungs had subsided somewhat I ventured a quick glance around the corner of the building.

There they were, the people I had grown up with. The people I had spent my entire life with. The villagers went about their daily lives unaware of my presence for now. The fire in my heart told me, however, that I could not look upon these people as anything more than enemies. It was likely they were all too far gone, to indoctrinated by the Clergy to offer me anything. Once the Daevic guards returned here they would surely inform the masses of my actions. Once that happened, the people would turn against me, sending me to my doom rather than suffering the ill-will of the Clergy and all of it's divine power.

Another cursory glance around the corner and I was off, sprinting to the dubious cover the next house in the row offered. Though it was broad daylight many of the residents of my village were otherwise occupied with their jobs allowing me to sneak from house to house without detection.

Slowly I crept along the backside of the house. My home was at the end of this row of houses, if I could just make it there unseen I could gather some supplies and be off before the Daevic guards even returned. I just hoped that my path out of the woods had not been too obvious. I had made sure to double back on myself several times, stepping in my own footprints to disguise the trick or hopping on exposed roots above the snow when I could. With luck, the soldiers wouldn't even realize I had returned to the village yet.

I took another step forward when suddenly the wall in front of me seemed to burst open in a flurry of wood and... cloth. As the woman who apparently had decided it was time to air out her laundry hung some garments above her now opened windowsill my heart pounded in my chest. I tried my best to flatten myself against the wall, one hand covering my mouth to stifle my breathing while the other gripped my scabbard to prevent it from making a sound were I to move.

For an eternally long moment the woman worked before, with an an apparent huff of satisfaction, she closed the shutter and the window and returned inside. I stood, still stiff against the cold wood, as fear left and my mind again returned to a functioning state. I inhaled without realizing I had been holding my breath in the first place. I was off again


My house was dark save for the slivers of light that made their way through slits in the wooden shutters. Cautiously I closed the door behind me with a small click. I made my way over to my door and marched through it, the ever present knowledge that my time to prepare for the journey ahead was limited constantly making itself known. I would need a traveling pack: food, water, and basic supplies. I figured I would be able to survive at least one night in the woods. After that I could only hope to parallel the main road out of town, subsisting off of what I could find from the various travelers inns along the path. With luck I could out-pace the news of my "treachery" at least until I could find a good place to lay low for a while.

I was surprised, however, to find my mother sitting alone in the dark upon my bed. My sudden entrance seemed to give her a start and she looked up at me, her eyes damp with tears. For a moment we stared at each other, her eyes filled with sorrow and mine with determination. Finally I moved to the small shelf that constituted my wardrobe, pulling a small draw-string sack from it and stuffing it with a few articles of clothing.

"I'm going to find her," I said, not looking up from my bag. "I'm going to bring her back to us, whatever it takes." My mother was silent. Her gaze again returned to something in her hand though I payed it little attention. "I'll walk East toward the capitol and start there." I had moved into our kitchen when a knock at the door froze me in my tracks.

"Lilly!" came the muffled call from behind the front door "Lilly, open up! The Daevic guards, they're looking for Len! They said he did something terrible!" I could only sit there petrified. Was this really all it would take to undo me? I ventured a glance at my mother who fixed me with a stare which seemed to last forever.

"I haven't seen him yet today." She called to the door. Some color seemed to return to her face. "I... I'll be out in a minute!"

"Well you best hurry, the guards are on their way right now." The crunch of boots upon snow followed as my mothers friend walked off.

"Len." my mother called softly. I unfroze and looked over at her. "Come here."

Slowly I walked over to her and knelt beside her. She was still trembling though life had returned to her somewhat. My mother gave a meek laugh before continuing. "I think I always knew a day like this would come. You never really fit in the framework that defines all the other villagers, Len. You're special. You're special to me and, were he here, I'm sure you would be special to your father just the same. You'll do great things Len. You'll shape the world if you need to, I'm sure of it. Just remember though, I love you. I always will. Now, go on, get your things ready. You don't have much time.

Tears threatened to well up in my eyes for a second time that day at my mothers reassurance. With a silent thank you I returned to the task at hand, securing some basic supplies in a small sack. As I pulled the draw-string my mother came up to me and pressed something into my hand. I looked at her quizzically before peering at the small black object. A tiny obsidian bass clef tied with a short loop of string. The black stone gleamed even in the dim light of the room.

"Rin, she has one similar to this. They were a gift from your father. He said in the letter they came with that he had found them in the north. Treasure it, please."

It was too much for me. As tears formed in my eyes I drew my mother into a final embrace. Her warmth giving me one last piece of comfort. "Mom, I will find her. I promise. I'll bring her back. We will see each other again so please, don't give up on me." My mother simply nodded and smiled.

"I know."

With those final words I turned to the back door, casting one final look at the woman who had raised me. A silent nod was all that was shared between us as I stepped out into the cold evening.

I dashed for the woods, a lightness in my step. I was going to her. I was going to find her. No one, not the might of the clergy, not even the divine powers of the world could stop me.

"Wait for me, Rin." The obsidian armlet was warm in my grip.


A boy leaves on a journey and the wheels of destiny slowly grind into life.


I really don't have a single excuse as to why this, which was about 70% done when I finished the last chapter, took five months. Pretty much I was lazy for a month and then real life stuff happened and, as a result, I didn't feel like writing anything at all for 2-3 months, and then I was lazy again and classes started again. Sorry.

Naming Ms. Kagamine "Lilly" comes from tvtropes which insisted that the twin's mother in Synchronicity looked like her which I don't disagree with. Yeah.

I don't know how long the next chapter will take (assuming I ever do it) though from here on I actually know what I want to do with this story while this two chapter flashback was spur of the moment as it were and thus much more prone to writers block. I also want to write some one shot type things because those are fun so I'll probably do that in between. Either way. Thank you to everyone who has read this thus far and especially thank you to the lovely reviewers. As much as I don't like to admit it because it sounds bad on my part, you guys are pretty much what keeps me going because it's a huge ego boost. As always sorry for any glaring grammatical error or whatever that I missed.

Oh, and as a random note, I hope you guys like Gumi because she's going to play a pretty important role in that whole sub-arc thing I mentioned in a previous A/N.