Chapter 4

Author's Note: Len father IS SO MEAN! I can't believe he was married to- Whoops, slip of the tongue. Sorry but this might get a little sloppy, because my mother's making me write it in an HOUR, AND its detrimental to the story, so yeah, I might just edit it later, but I'm keeping my promise of two chapters. In this chapter you can see why Rin's life REALLY sucks. Please review and tell me what you think of Rin's life! Thanks you fur reading! =3 Enjoy! - And Mizune, YOU ARE AWESOME. YOU F.A.V.O.R.I.T.E.D! Here is your Len in the bath (from Levan Polka as well) plushie I MIGHT BE GIVING OUT KAITO PLUSHIES BEING SMACKED AROUND TO THOSE WHO REVIEW:D

Len's POV

I stared at my father. My father was a calm collective man, never showing his emotions.

Why now?

I glanced over at Rin, who looked shocked and intimidated. I couldn't blame her. It took me until I was nine to not be intimidated by him.

I looked back at him, and he was glaring balefully at me and Kaito, not even bothering to look at Rin again. I looked at Kaito, but he looked just as confused as me.

"What do you mean?" I asked him quietly. He looked back at me, and slowly, went unemotional again.

"Come inside. I will explain." We walked inside slowly, being herded by him; I guess we were following our curiousity. I shivered.

I had never seen my father lose control like that. Not even when mother came back to try to convince me to live with her when I was seven.

This was even above that. I looked over to Rin again, and she looked extremely curious and now only a little intimidated.

My father pointed at a large couch for the three of us to sit in. I sat in it slowly, and I saw Rin still standing, feeling out of place. I reached out and grabbed her hand and pulled her down with me.

I was right about her hands. Rough, but soft.

She sat beside me, and I moved to let go of her hand but she held it harder, a warning in her eyes. I could see in her eyes that if I let go of her hand, she would be twice as scared of my father. I gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

When my father saw the exchange, he flinched.

What the hell was my father's problem?

My father was a man of one hundred and seventy seven centimeters, one hundred and ninety pounds, and forty three years old. He had a stern face that was adorned by a blonde buzz cut.

He had my eyes, except his eye color was a little more diluted and gray. He had full lips, and ivory skin, with a long nose. He looked intimidating in a black and gray suit. He looked down at me unemotional, but that part I was used to.

I mean, this man was my father, and had never even told me that he loved me. He then looked to Rin.

"Has you're mother ever told you how you were born?" She shook her head no.

"Do you have any baby pictures below the age of three?" She again shook her head no.

"Do you know that you are adopted?" This time, Rin wasn't quietly shaking her head, she stood straight up, getting right into my father's face, she was shorter, but he was looking down, so it was still in his face, and she accidently dragged me with her.

"You're a liar! She would have told me if I was adoptive? How would you know anyway! What business is it to you?" She sat down again, accidently dragging me with her again.

She looked over at me and said, "Oops. Sorry Len." I shrugged.

She didn't even look sorry, but I could care less. I just wanted to know what was happening. He looked down at her.

"I am your father Rin."

. . . . . . . . "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! OH MY –AHAHAHAHAHAHAH - AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA – HAHAHAHAHA- YOU, HER – AHAHAHAHAH."

Kaito and I were laughing our asses off. This was too funny. That would make her … my sister! Ah ha ha!

While Kaito and I were laughing hysterically, my father walked to a cabinet in the corner of the room. He then reached into his pocket to pull out a key and unlocked the top drawer.

He unlocked it and pulled out a manila envelope. He then relocked the drawer and walked to Rin and silently handed her the envelope.

She hadn't laughed; she had just crossed her arms across her chest. Kaito and I were still being hysterical, when Rin reached into the envelope and pulled out a slip of, what looked like, heavy paper. It had to have been something important.

She took a glance at it, and then it fell out of her hand, her face frozen in shock.

Kaito and I were toning down the laughing, but it still hadn't stopped when Rin let go of my hand and shot straight to her feet and screeched, "WHAT THE FUCK?! NO!"

She stumbled a few feet away from my father and looked into his eyes, screaming, "You don't even begin to know what you did! By that choice, you put me in a personal hell! Who the hell do you think you are!?"

She stumbled back a few more steps and then twirled around and ran out the door, slamming it behind her.

I looked down to the floor, to see the piece of paper that had made Rin lose control. It was a birth certificate. In the bottom right corner was my father's signature.

I looked up at my father. He had his eyes cast on a sole picture of my mother. I scoffed in disgust, and ran out of the room after Rin.

I caught up to her rocking back and forth behind the bushes, silently sobbing. I knelt down beside her and tipped her face up so I could see it. Her eyes were red, and puffy, and her cheeks were also as red as her eyes, and tears overfilled her face, spilling into her open, trembling lips.

I pulled her into my arms, and let her cry on my shoulder. She was shaking, hard.

It didn't feel weird having her in my arms … it felt … nice. Natural. Like sleeping. I wiped the tears from her cheeks, and held her. I don't know how long we were there, I just held her until she quit shaking.

When she was finally calm, I asked her, "What did you mean by personal hell?" She sighed, and pulled away. It was summer so it wasn't unbearably cold, but I sat against the bushes and she leaned against my shoulder. I even felt comforted by the action.

WAIT!

I DON'T FEEL! WHY AM I CARING?

Could it be because she's my sister, and I somehow felt it? No, that's not it. It might be because she just has a childish personality. Warm, kind, energetic, loud, and you want to protect them.

I heard her ask, "You won't tell anyone?" I smiled at her.

"I pinky swear." She smiled at me and held out her hand. I laughed and locked pinkies with her.

Then she became quiet and serious.

"I don't know how long this will take. I have to start from the beginning if you actually want to understand." She said solemnly.

I told her, "If you tell me what's wrong, then I'll help you with whatever comes next, no matter, sound fair?" She gave a smile and nodded. "

That sound like a bribe actually, but okay." She took a deep breath.

"I was born here in Kyoto, with my mom, dad, brother and sister. We lived in a three bedroom house with me and my sister sharing a room. When I went to my gymnastics practice one day, I came back, and my father had burned down our house. He-"

I interrupted. "What are –"She shook her head and laughed. "I can't talk if you interrupt. If you do it again, I'm not talking." she joked, zipping her lips.

I stared at her in wonder. How was she so cool with that? I nodded my head silently, zipping my lips and pretending to throw away the key. She laughed again, and continued.

"Now, he didn't mean to, but I had never seen him sober once in my life. He's half Italian, half Japanese. Now after that, I moved in with my grandmother. During our stay, over the course of around a year, my grandfather had gotten high off of pills and pulled out a gun and pointed it to my brother's head. We called the police before anything happened, but it still was scary."

She took a deep breath. I looked at her in amazement. How could she be so cool about that? And I could tell that she had worse yet to tell me.

"After that we moved into a small two bedroom trailer. I was sent to my father's house for our monthly visit with my sister. We were playing in the guest bedroom at his house when he got a phone call. It was my mother. She had gotten into a car wreck. It was when I was eight. She had suffered a broken leg, and nerves severed in her arm. My mom's friend had gotten drunk and had ran a stoplight and crashed into another car. She tried fleeing from the scene, but ended up flipping into a ditch."

My God. Poor Rin. What had she gone through?

"Rin-"She looked at me teasingly.

"What did I say?" I zipped my lips again. She laughed.

"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, was that my father wasn't very supportive of the situation. He wouldn't take us to see her for two weeks, and he told us that she was dead, that she never loved us, and that we would be living with him from then on. But we went to see her. When I did, I looked at her, her leg swollen, blood everywhere, her garbling her words because she was so drugged. I walked out of the room, and into the bathroom, and tore it up. I broke all the mirrors; I threw the toilet paper everywhere, and clogged the toilets." She laughed.

How could she be laughing? She was … strong. Though she looked so weak, and she looked like she needed to be protected, she was so … tough. Emotionally.

"Well, we went home, and my mother's boyfriend moved in with us so things wouldn't be all on me and my sister. My brother had moved out to be with his girlfriend in America. Every night he would place a huge plate of food on front of me and cuss at me and yell and get in my face before he gave up, and I threw it all away, untouched. Well, then my grandfather, the same one from before, called child services to tell them that my mother's boyfriend was sexually harassing me and my sister, he wasn't, but we still had to go through the motions of them pointing to those stupid photographs."

She shivered from disgust. I couldn't blame her. But I sat silently, listening to her, letting her unload her problems.

"Well, there was a restraining order put on him for safety, and he was gone. My sister and I took care of my mother after that. When she reached middle school she got violent. She would scream and yell at my mom saying the most hurtful things. If I tried to disagree with her or stand up for mom, she would turn on me. Call me a no good little annoying bitch who didn't belong in the family. Things along those lines."

She paused and took a breath. It gave me a second to think. I could now understand why she had screamed at father how it was his fault. She never had anyone to blame, yet here was my father, obviously at fault.

"Well, she did hit me a few times, but it wasn't that often. And after that I visited my father, and she had jumped on top of his pregnant girlfriend's stomach, killing the baby, and blood was all over her pants."

"And then there was one of my best friends, Kagura. We had become friends because we were in similar situations. She smoked, had sex with her cousins, and the like. She offered me alcohol, sex, drugs, whatever. She even had a threesome with her cousins in front of me."

We both shivered. That was disgusting.

"Then my sister moved out, and I was left to take care of my mom. That's it. I'm tired of this. So what're you thinking?"

What was I thinking?

That I hated my father and mother for putting her through this.

If they hadn't giver her up, she wouldn't have gone all through that.

That she was so much stronger than I would have ever given her credit for.

That she was tough to laugh all of that off.

That she was my sister, and that I was tingling on the inside to know that.

That I was … "I'm so sorry Rin." She laughed and smacked my arm.

"Idiot. Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything." I laughed too. She was just too cute.

"So, what now?" She asked me, resting her head on my arm.

I told her, "How about we go visit your mother?"

She looked up at me, eyes wide, scared, like a deer, and then her eyes slowly became emotionless.

That then melted slowly into anger, resentment, and fury. I shivered at her next words. They were laced with fury, hatred, resentment, and venom.

"Yes, let's have a talk with my dear 'mother.'"