Summary: Len Kagamine has the biggest, unrivaled empire when it comes his specialty: girls. However, there is always more to learn and Len is going to learn that not all girls are the same, especially ones named Rin. With her high IQ and strikingly good looks, it's a wonder that Len hasn't tried to add her to his empire, but maybe he isn't as shallow and dumb as he seems and maybe Rin can bring out that side in him. Maybe.

Damn, maybe Rin can bring down an empire all by herself, with help from hormones or something.


Meet Tutoring, The Thing That Made Them Closer

Having a childhood is something that is very much a blessing to people that think of it is a nothing, just a way of getting through their young years. Being the seventeen year old I am now, I know that my childhood is something that I must give a great lot of credit to for making me the person that I am today, even if I am not 'perfect'. Like eating an ice cream for the first time and ignoring the laughter from adults around me as a practically ate it in one bite after the first taste, or learning about the other countries in the world, rather than the one I live in.

Yes, I owe a lot to my childhood. It made me myself.

I don't envy the childhoods of others and I never will. It taught me a lot.


Len's POV

The teachers had soon discovered that being tutored obviously wasn't my favorite thing, after Rin swiftly ran off to find a teacher to help me once I had calmed down from my show a little. To be frank, Rin basically sat and watched me cry like a little kid until my sobs had died down enough me my eyes and she was pretty sure I wouldn't start bawling my eyes out like a baby again. She told me to the medical place in our school that I didn't know existed and told the nurse what had happened in a whisper before whirling off down the corridor, never to be seen again.

I can't really blame her. I would've been scared shitless if someone like me decided to hurt her and then blubber about like he wasn't secretly the hulk or something.

The nurse wasn't any use, she just watched me and waited until I asked if I could go. (I waited until my eyes had de-puffed a bit) She dismissed me and I strolled about the school grounds, being especially careful not to find any other living creatures. If you crossed me, I would've probably raped your mind or something, done something that would make you shit your pants in multiple ways. I dunno, I would've found a way to mess with you anyhow. So there I was, strolling around in a bit of a huff, trying to cover up that my eyes were still a little puffy and just generally sulking like a girl on her period.

When the final bell rang, I let out a loud sigh of relief and rushed out of the grounds before the other classes came out. I rushed down the damn street and back to my house, which wasn't too far from the school but usually took a short bus ride down some blocks. The bus didn't come for a while though, so I sort of walk-jogged home instead.

When I stood in front of my house, I sighed again. If Lily didn't sort the garden out soon, I was going to have to sort it.

Men don't garden. Women do. (well, men don't do the stupid plotted plants anyway)

I slammed the door shut as I came into the house and threw my bag at the wall.

"I'm home, cumface."

"That's fucking great, dickhead. Go and earn some cash so that we can call this place a home and maybe I'll acknowledge you more."

I smiled. "I could say the same to you, sister dear."

Lily is a twenty-three year old disaster who happens to be my older sister and only living relative. This means that she is my guardian and that means that I have to live with her. We never even liked each other before shit happened, but Lily forced herself into looking after me because she promised our mom before she died. Idiot.

Ten years ago our mom died, she knew it was coming. I was an ickle six year old that didn't know anything, but Lily was a seemingly nice thirteen year old that was a suck up to our mom and therefore promised that as soon as she turned eighteen she would look after me (god knows why). Great, I got out of the orphanage early, but I have to put up with fucktarded Lily every single day. Surely that's worse.

Lily burped as all the best women do. "I ain't the one spewing shit and expecting someone to clean up after me."

Lier. She spewed puke everywhere and expected me to clean it up for her because she is pretty much constantly hung over and when did I complain? All the time. Lily deserved all the complaints though, she really did.

Anyway, enough talk about someone that doesn't deserve to be mentioned, lets talk about... well... my childhood. It's pretty fucking interesting.


To start off, Lily is actually my half sister. My mom's first husband is Lily's dad and apparently this means Lily is the best. My mom got the only daughter she ever wanted and life was great. Five years later, when my mom was still pretty young, she was raped and got pregnant with guess who? Me. She didn't understand all the abortion crap and ended up staying pregnant. When her husband found out, he thought she was cheating on him. My mom lost her perfect life with her only child and her perfect husband that loved her and blah blah blah because she was goddamn pregnant with a son. So yeah, she got divorced, dumped with her five year old daughter and was soon to give birth to a son. Good times.

Here comes the good part, the part about me!

I was born, the lovely son of a rapist and a widow. My mother tried to have me adopted by someone but that didn't work out either and therefore had to look after me. I didn't know anything of course, as a baby. I can't really remember anything either... apart from pain. I can always remember pain, pain the hurts everywhere, not just on the outside.

To know that you aren't wanted.

It gets worse when your own mother shows you that you aren't wanted by basically trying to beat you to death everyday. I mean, really? What kind of person does that?

So from a very young age, as young as I can remember, I was beaten by my mother. I was six when she finally died from a mental strain overload or something.

Parents started to feel sorry for me, because they knew what has happened. Sadly, no one really knew the whole story, because up until I was fourteen years old, I was mute. Too scared to talk. A wimp. I never spoke a single word for about seven years and no one could help me. I was just too stupid.

Lily wasn't helping either, she believed that mom's death was my fault and therefore sought out ways to avenge her death. For eight years I was subject to lovely attacks from pedophiles and bullying from the other kids (did I mention physical abuse from Lily with others turning a blind eye?).

This isn't really about my childhood anymore. This is just my life story.

So when I was fourteen and entered high school, things changed a little. For one, I started puberty and realized that my dad must've been a pretty good looking rapist because Lily supposedly looks like my mom and Lily looks like a rat... and I definitely didn't look like a rat. The girly features I had been blessed with from a young age turned out to do me good in the long run, because I came out looking like a pretty damn hot dude. Others noticed this too, and slowly I began to talk, sounding cool and horrible, but never the less I talked. Call me a whore but I loved the attention I was getting from everyone. It was nice, it felt good.

I missed a lot of my young education and therefore got bad marks in many of my academic subjects, but I joined sports teams and excelled on whatever sporting terrains the teachers set me on, whether water, track or field. I wasn't happy, Lily made sure of that, but I never cried anymore and that made me feel better.

My attitude was cold and I never had friends because I couldn't cope with taking them to my house, or talking about girls or anything. I hated girls. They were stupid things that deserved to be corrupted!

My hate towards girls and my desire for them to suffer turned into something strange and in the end, I found myself coxing girls into loving me and then breaking their hearts as quickly as I could manage. It was fun. I started at fourteen, just dating girls for the hell of it and then, at sixteen, began to have sexual relationships with the girls which seemed passionate and amazing, but really were nothing but me letting out my frustrations.

I know you're wondering how I can talk about everything so freely, but I've realized that I have nothing to hide. My past is my past now and as much I hate it, I owe it everything.


"We need to do more tutoring, Len." Rin approached me one day with a look on her face that told me she was going to deliver bad news to me. "You have next to no time until exams and I don't want a failed student."

I shrugged. "When do you suggest we do this tutoring?"

"Wednesdays after school. I'm free then."

I barely skipped a beat. "I can't, I have couns-"

I stopped myself. "I have... business to do on Wednesdays."

Rin raised an eyebrow. "Okay then... can't you uh, skip this business just this week?"

"It's Wednesday today, Rin. That's late notice."


"I got a call today, whaleboy." Lily growled at me and I pretended not to notice her. "You missed counselling this week, huh?"

She seemed pretty pissed, but I didn't bother lying and just nodded. "Yes. So?"

She glared at me. "Go or it's my fault, punk."

"Whatever."


Rin and me did tutoring every time we both had free period after that, which was pretty often. She quickly picked up my problems with the basics in all subjects and set about fixing all the problems I had with each. While tutoring me she chatted idly and I soon learnt to reply to her. Our chatting became more and more warm until I realized that we were finally becoming 'friends'.

"What would you describe our relationship as, Rin?" I asked her one time, cutting her talk about long division short.

She thought for a moment. "Our relationship? Definitely love-hate."

I guessed that she was joking.

"Kidding, were friends if you agree with that, Len. I mean, I know all your mathematical secrets, so I hope we're friends."

"Okay... friends give each other advise, right?"

"I guess so."

I looked at her seriously. "How do you dump a girl nicely?"

"Huh? Dump a girl?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"I feel kinda bad for treating them wrong... lets just say that I've met someone that shows me that girls need to be treated with respect..."

"Well, that's um... lovely. Good on you Len! Dumping them is never nice, but give them a valid reason and they'll sleep peacefully."


Next Chapter: Meet A Train Wreck, What Rin Finds To Be Len's Life


Hey! :3

I was really considering whether to complete scrap this chapter and write something more from Rin's point of view... but I felt the whole explanation about Len's life was needed because the last chapter leaves the reader (you), pretty confused about well... everything. Hopefully the explanation will help you to make ties with Len's words and behavior and even if it doesn't... YOU MAY NOW PITY THE YOUNG LEN. OKAY?

(I know you pity him... I know you do...)

(At least, I do... POOR LEN. D:)

Have a nice day. :D