I still remember the day when Len died.

I had taken him to the park, mostly because I wanted to survey the flowers, finding out which ones I wanted to plant. I adored flowers, I loved them for their individual personalities. I loved how each had a particular scent, unique features, and may share characteristics with other flowers but still remain individual. They're like people, in a way.

I guess I wasn't paying attention to Len when he wandered onto the highway. There was a little "island" that rests in the centre of the wide road, dividing it into two routes. On the "island" was a patch of dandelions, which was why he was going there I guess.

All it took was a scream to send me off like cheetah I was, dashing to the highway where little Len stood frozen and pale from the truck heading towards him-

"STOP!"

A beep was heard, so loud that it rattled my eardrums. My vision was blurred with tears and I screamed so hard that my voice cracked. I was dizzy but alert with the adrenaline, as I bolted towards him. I have to reach him before the truck does...

Before it hits him. Before he...

Everything was going so fast, as if I was diving full speed down a whirlpool. I reached outward, arms stretched to their full potential. Anticipation of pain kept me going, the deadly race of the truck and I was the number one priority in my head. There was a sound like breaking glass and tires screeching, equivalent to a sky full of eagles.

Then, CRACK! Every bone in my body bursted as my arms encircled him.

Len and I were flung to the other side of the road, and he was nothing more than a tiny weeping bundle shivering in my arms. I lay on my side, liquid all around us. Shouts and sirens rang from so many directions that I gave up and just held him. When I had screamed at the collision, Len kept silent.

"Rin...I'm so sorry.." He started to look up.

"No!" I desperately covered his eyes. "Len, don't look, please. Just go to sleep, please. It's okay, Lenny. It's okay..."

"It hurts..it really hurts..."

"I-I know it does. But just hang in there, please, I'm here. I won't let them take you without going through me."

"R-rin...is it true that you see your life pass by just before you die?"

I couldn't answer. Although it was embarrassing, I forced him into my chest so he doesn't see my bloodied face. He was still in shock, panting as a thick line of blood ran down his forehead. I pressed my face into his beautiful hair, softly singing a song to him. "Hush now, it'll all be over. Just sleep...

I love you."

In a pool of blood, in the middle of a haltered highway, one song connected two children.

"Don't leave me, Rin..."

His breathing ceased, and the tears dried on his face. His eyes, which were closed the entire time, released their stressed lines as he drifted into a reluctant slumber. I couldn't move my body, I just waited for the pain to stop. It was getting harder to see...

Please don't die. Please don't let him die...

It was as if the world was suddenly underwater, suspended in a pool of blood. Two men from the hospital came beside me, yelling for the others.

"Miss, hang in there! We've got you."

I felt myself suddenly lifted up, and the voices filled with urgency.

"Is the boy alive? Check the boy! He's not breathing..!" The rescuers talked to one another in loud voices.

My eyes shot open. I raised my head, staring at each of them in the eyes. I put a finger to my lips, and said in a stern, clear voice:

"Shh...he's asleep."

Then I was out.

"History repeats itself."

I said that out loud, as the details of my life were laid out in front of my like a sped-up slideshow. I relived every moment of my life, whether treasured or torturous.

"I'm sorry Len."

My life passed before my eyes, just as I was about to die. Len was right.

"I'm so sorry..."

I didn't bother screaming as the train came at me. Then,

Crack! Every bone in my body bursted...

No.

Instead, my world turned upside-down as a figure made from shadows caught me just as the train sped past. I even smelled the iron rust from the head before the wind was knocked out of me.

Why didn't I die? I wanted to die.

Audible crunching noises were heard as the train continued without noticing me. Arms held tightly around my body, my hair flew around my face as I landed on the ground. I lay there, more shocked from the near-death experience than the actually threat of death. My face was buried in the figure's chest. It smelled like...roses?

"Are you OK?" My rescuer's voice was deep, had a pleasant melody to it. Immediately I felt reassured, even though I was shivering.

Did I know this person?

"Hey, it's alright. You just have to be more careful next time." His voice lifted a bit, trying to get me to look at him. I was still clutching the lighter, and so my bloody hands slipped it into my pocket. That was the worst decision in the world, but I was desperate. I was surprised that I didn't cry, with my heart beating so fast. I nodded, hyperventilating.

"Take a few breaths, OK? Calm down."

And so I did. I never left his arms, because I was afraid the stranger would recognize me as the girl who was shouldn't have been released from the asylum. Also, I felt so safe in them that it was scary. Who is he?

His hand grasped mine.

"I'm Len."

Len.

I jerked my head up, my nose inches from his. It was him, except that he was so tall...

However, blood covered his face, in dreadful splatters and cascading rivers. One eye was gouged out, and I could see the bloody hole were it should have been.

Worst of all, he was smiling the smile I remembered so well. This creature...

A scream caught in my throat. However, it never went through. Just like my sanity.

My voice disappeared from me, as well as my consciousness.

That bloody face. The eye that bore so much of a resemblance to his. His smile, as if he was experiencing true happiness when I looked at him. The pure, golden hair that perfectly framed the gory mess.

I'm crazy. I'm crazy.

One day...heck, not even a full night, and I'm already going mental. They shouldn't have released me. I would rather become insane and die from isolation than from my own guilt killing me for revenge. A wall of shame and distress, that cuts me off from the outside world.

I killed him. I killed him. That fire was my fault, from my hands, formed from my mind.

I don't deserve to live. I didn't deserve all those precious moments with that pure soul. And he didn't deserve to die in my place.

But I will never regret meeting him. I would much rather hurt than feel absolutely nothing at all.

Nothing. Was this how he felt when he died?

The clown doll started weeping...

My eyes flew open.

The first feeling that entered my heart when I woke up was remorse. How I wished that I was hit by the train instead of seeing his face. But instead of leaving me there to have my insides blown out from my body, he saved me, and the feeling of guilt was crushing my heart.

The first thing I sensed on my skin were the tears and sweat I had processed while sleeping. But as the feeling returned to my body, I noticed that I was wrapped in something warm.

But the first thing I HEARD was the weeping. I panicked when the rest of my hearing came back to me, verifying that the sound was less than ten feet away.

As I turned my head stiffly, the first thing I saw was Len.

He was sitting not too far from me, legs pulled up. Tears slid down his face as he stared into the distance, and he was murmuring. To my surprise, all the blood was gone from his face, exposing flawless skin. The eye that was gouged out now had a clean bandage around it, wrapped around his head. He was so tall, he could be at least sixteen. Len looked like a normal, living person, as he hugged his legs. His attire was strange, wearing a white shirt with a yellow tie. His trousers were brown, and on his head was a...fedora hat?

Wait, what?!

I grasped the rose-scented coat, feeling the fabric of it. The one he had wore when he rescued me, the one he laid on top of me, the one I made...

It hit me. Len was the Detective.

The Detective doll I made, the one I chucked out the window when I burned the dolls. It survived? And now it's living...

As a sixteen-year old Len?!

"No..." I said out loud. That was a mistake.

Immediately, Len's head turned, eyes meeting mine. I now saw that he was holding the black rose that had been in my cloak before. Then he vanished, taking the rose with him.

I gasped. Flipping my body, I threw his brown coat off, getting to my legs. Where was my cloak? My rose had been in that pocket...

Where was I anyways? I looked around, and finally noticed that I was in some sort of...circular tower room. It was round, with cobblestones making its walls and floor, relating to a dungeon. Except that it had no corners, and that it had tall windows with moonlight streaming in. Judging from the light coming from the outside, I've only been out for an hour.

There were only two things in the room: A spiraling staircase going up, and a bolted trapdoor going down. I tried to pick the lock for the trapdoor, but with no success I gave up. I didn't really want to know what was down there anyways.

But as I looked towards the stone staircase, something caught my eye: A single black rose petal, on the third step or so.

"That must be where the Detective is heading." I started to follow, checking myself for any other missing items. Fortunately, my bow remained, and my dress, and my cloak was gone. I took the coat he had laid on top of me, noticing it had two tails at the back. Tucking it under my arm, I clambered up the staircase, not knowing what I was getting myself into.

"Let's just hope this is all a nightmare."

a/n: Sorry that took a bit longer...DX School can be a pain in the butt, I'm sure you all know. Anyways, so Len has been revived in the body of the one surviving doll Rin has created, as a supernatural being. What happens next? :D I know it was really weird that I revealed his death so early in the story, but it contributed how Rin had "history repeat" to her, as she was reminded of that in her near-death experience. You might wonder why Rin is so guilty for killing him, when it is obviously not her fault, but I'll save that for another time.. ;D There is another story behind it...

DISCLAIMER: VOCALOID BELONGS TO ME (NOT)