YAY! I'm done with a new chapter! I'm so awesome!

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Grins sheepishly.

Uh... Hi? Uh... yeah.. so I started High School... Well, it happened that I watched a new anime and got a little obsessed with it... Then I started a little on this again, before reading another manga and yeah... *sweatdrops*... I'm so sorry! If it's going a little too fast, just tell me :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Vocaloids or the song. You must be nuts to think that. :D

It was yet another day at school, just pleasant enough. I actually looked forward to it, now that there was someone who actually knew- more or less- the secret about me. It was only a tiny piece of truth embedded in the sea of lies, but it felt as though another burden had been released. Mikuo was slacking - quite unusual for the nerd. My spirits soared higher as I espied Len at his locker, still with his glasses on. I giggled and approached him from behind, silently tip-toeing. I had planned to scare him, but being the creep he was, he still managed to feel my presence.

"Oh, hello, Miku," he muttered, burying his face in a thick book.

I bit my lip, feeling a little enthusiastic this morning. The corridors was still empty and I spun him around, scrutinising that thick, useless glasses in disdain. He was quite good-looking without it and could be the most popular guy in school. I poked gently at his nose, expecting a reaction. Still, he ignored my actions and continued reading that thick book. Swiftly, I snatched his accessory away and giggled, dashing across the corridor, dodging around corners. I peeked back and instantly regretted it. He was so fast! Book under his arm, he was practically flying over to me, the outline of his figure blurred. Inhumane speed, I decided.

At this realisation, I had stopped in my tracks, staring with my mouth agape at the teenage who got closer and closer. A sudden warmth that enveloped me, just as my back hit the cold marble tiles. The object I was grabbing in my hand was snatched away, relieving my fingers from its weight. I glanced up lazily; Len's face appeared directly in front of me. His messy bangs almost covering his electric blue eyes. They were shining slightly in triumph, clearer now without those foggy obstructions. I placed a palm on the side of his face. Smooth and snow white, just a little flush on his cheeks. Beautiful.

And recklessly, probably due to sleepiness, I had my arms surrounding his neck, pulling him down. I shut my eyes, enjoying the feel of his perfectly-shaped lips on mine; we were like puzzle pieces that fitted each other flawlessly. Except that my pure-white piece had been stained with inky black that could never be erased. His warmth comforted me, sheltered me from all my burdens and brought me away. But within that faultless dream, there was still the chill touch of the ground that refused to loosen the hold on me, tugging me back to reality.

As it was, we broke apart, gasping for air. The chalky complexion was now painted maroon, his eyes widened in shock. I waited, only to have the comprehension that I had stolen his first kiss hit me. And yet it was for my selfishness, my impulsive desire. I was numbed by that repeated emotion -guilt- that hurled me across the room once again. The pain was already expected and taken as a routine of my normal life. I removed my arms from around him swiftly.

"Sorry," I mumbled, pushing him away, retreating back to the tiny burrow of despair.

And yet the hand, slender fingers that laced around my own imperfect ones, dragged me back into the light. And to his chest. Snug, like home. I sighed, listening to his heartbeat that quickened. I wanted to sob at how I was so undeserved of the care of this innocent and untainted being. I shifted such that my face was buried in his shirt. I breathed in deeply, smelling the clean uniform and peppermint, with a touch of banana. I grinned at the smell; he could never live without bananas, could he?

"I like you," he declared softly, the words ringing like chimes in my ears.

A sharp intake of breath. Those words were uttered shyly, yet with conviction. It pinned me down, suffocating me. It pierced through my fragile flesh and bones, straight to the heart. Pain, that I had never known before. And at the same moment, pleasure shot through me, like blooming flowers that simply made me smile, something I couldn't resist. In that instant, I knew that I liked him too. Fondness, to being close to him.

I pushed myself away from him, an action that I was internally groaning at, and stared straight into his apprehensive face. Using the back of my hand, I stroked his cheek, my eyes never leaving his. Under the intensity of my gaze, he seemed to falter. Everything was progressing too fast, too quickly for me to absorb. I didn't want to think about Lily, now my entire world revolved around this boy in front of me.

"I... I like you too," I beamed.

The bell rung, signalling us to stop. We stood up, but he offered his hand. I wove mine around his, thoroughly delighting in the fact that we were something, at least.

"I see, you've progressed much," Lily smirked, leaning against my locker.

I rolled my eyes casually. "You saw?"

"What's there not to see, anyway?"

I hated it. Straight to the core. That moment was private, special, something that was only between me and Len. But now it was hers, every touch, every word. It burned down to my heart, bursting up my throat as I struggled to keep that big fat mouth shut. Her smug face only amplified at the sight of my amusing frustration. I hate her.

"Don't forget what you're supposed to do; it's not too good to get too near to him," she stated.

And it struck me. The deal, everything. I could handle with the misery and depression, but Len was inexperienced, a piece of white paper that could be torn easily. If I got too near him, it would be practically impossible for me to leave him. But this addiction to be near him; even if we were just side by side... Emotionally I had to control, lock it all up and plaster a fake face or smile and laugh along. The mask, was so hard to keep on, difficult for me to be so plastic and unreal. With Len, I tended to drop everything and live. He kept me alive. It was cheesy, but he was the only one who I could reveal part of me to. Not even Mikuo knew of my difficulties. It stung.

"Ah... And Gakupo here really wants to speak to you," Lily added.

Gakupo? Gakupo Kamui? Wasn't that Luka's boyfriend? I raised an eyebrow.

He was in the school uniform, his sword missing. Long purple hair tied back into a long ponytail messily, as he examined me. His glances made me uncomfortable, filled with lust. Even with my clothes on, it felt as though I was without them. I wanted to protest, but something told me that Lily was a close friend of his. I stiffened and gave a friendly beam.

"As the rumours go, beautiful. Beautiful," he emphasised, stepping forward.

I giggled, "You're not too bad yourself."

Flirting, indeed. I detest this form of... activity. He strutted nearer, showing how much taller he was. I stood straight and gave a dangerously sweet smile. He reflected mine, only that it was much more creepier. A hand went straight to just below my skirt. I cursed for having tailored it to mid-thigh. The heat radiating from his palm was not secure at all. It warned me of the roughness of his skin, slimy. I flipped my hair nonchalantly, ignoring that unnerving hand that crept further up my thigh.

"So... Lily told me you're free."

"Apparently, I still have to accept my other choices. Under pending," I hinted subtly.

He caught the message and made his arm fall to his side as he pouted in mock-hurt. I scoffed, whirling away to class. Was that a flash of pink hair. If Luka saw this... How would I explain? The meeting with Gakupo gave me a nagging feeling, something bad. Ominous.

Well... Umm... is it going too fast? I thought it might be applicable... BUT BUT BUT! LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT! :D

Furthermore, it's "I like you" instead of "I love you"! :D And they had their first kiss! Well, Len's first kiss, but it's their first kiss together! Yay! And Gakupo's such an idiotic lecher... Well, only in this story! In case you don't really get most of my plotline, here's a review (it's not in the story, but well...):

"Len, you owe me." She hissed, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt.

"I don't. Rin does," he muttered back, shaking her hand away.

Desperately, she lunged for him, sobbing silently. He stiffened, trying to remove her grip on him. She refused, her tears staining his crisp shirt. He sighed and stood there like an wooden board. Rin owed her, not him.

"Please, do me a favour..." she begged.

"What?"

"I want Miku heartbroken," she stated coolly, her brows furrowed.

"No."

"You don't love her! She was throwing herself at Gakupo! She's just toying with you!" she hollered. There was no reaction from Len. "Tell you what, I'll kill Rin. Trust me. I'll do it. I'll make her die, remember all-"

"Fine," a simple reply that came reluctantly.

As though it was her cue, she released him, chuckling.

Ah! Who is that mad person! To clear things up, this happened directly after this chapter, though it won't be mentioned in the story! But this proves one thing! Len cares a lot for Rin and Rin had a tramatic experience!... Well, that was two things, but...

uh... so, that's all for now!

Mercurywaters~:D