A/N: Hi, hey, guys! Scraper back with yet another update! Kersanem-saipen (Thank you) To the amazing reveiws! I love you all so vewy much. :3 I'll try to update a bit more when school itsn't such a hassle. Gotta love teacher logic: Weekend? Let's assign an insane amount of homework! #GENIUS. -_- Anyway, that you all. Response teim! :D Oh, BTW...The next chappie may or may not have some major RinxLen-age, so you guys prepare yourselves! Be PREPRARED!...Hee-hee, Lion King...God, I'm such an idiot..
Kertoh (i really hope I spelled that okay): Thank you! ^_^ I'm glad you like it so much! I understand about Rin's Dad completley, as he does seem like an antagonist at first. T_T ALL I WANTED WAS FOR RINNY AND LEN TO GO OFF AND LIVE TOGETHER AND HAVE LITTLE BLOND BABIES BUT NOOOOOO! MR. GLASSES CAN'T LET THAT HAPPEN! D: Although, now I almost find him a sympathectic character. Think about it; you're in the second world war, your daughter's deathly sick and you're afraid you don't have enough money to take care of that, plus she may or may not be seeing someone-a Jew, no less. The guy's got a lot on his plate. Remember, he's a product of his time period. I'll try to update more frequently, but I can't really give you a exact date..But it will be reasonable!
NAOW. ON WITH THE SHOW. ENJOY!
Rin read his letter carefully, not being able to surpress a smile at his written words.
She had come to see him again today, and now stood opposite him. She looked up from his kind letter to give him a fond smile. He was shifting from side to side and looked nervous, as though he wouldn't mind very much at all if the ground beneath him swallowed him whole. When she had finished reading, she lowered the paper and looked at him carefully. The boy-Len, she had read- met her eyes and then looked down, blushing noticably. Rin tilted her head a little and continued looking at him. Had it been hard for him to write this to her? Had he been forced to steal the paper and charcoal pencil? Rin didn't know. She frowned, cursing herself no to have had the foresight of bringing a pencil and a paper to respond to him. how was she to tell him she would if he didn't speak her launguage.
"Len?" She said his name, as thought she was testing it out. It rolled nicely off the tounge and he saw his blush increase as he looked up. She smiled at him, trying to reassure him without words. "I'll come back. I promise." She said softly, momentarily forgetting the fact that he couldn't speak her launguage anyway. Realizing how cheesy the words sounded after they came out of her mouth, her face went red and she fiddled with her hat nervously, leaving Len looking very confused. She smiled, laughing nervously and shaking her head to show that he hadn't done anything. After a moment, Len returned her smile.
It was the very first time she had seen him smile.
When Rin had first seen him, he looked sad and alone, like a small dog that had been kicked once too often. So, he was the last person she expected to have such a big grin. It was nearly too big for his face, making him look like a sort of jack-o-lantern as his eyes closed in an effort to fit the cheesy grin. Rin's breath caught in her throat for some unkown reason and she blushed even brighter.
That smile of his...It was...Somehow it made her feel...
She couldn't quite think of a word.
She spent as much time as she could out of the hospital with him. Every day, she snuck out of the sickly smelling wards and went to him. Rin always tried to bring a bit of food with her to give to Len. Dispite how he never adressed the subject of life on the other side of the fence, Rin wasn't a fool. She knew that the fresh bruises and cuts Len seemed to aquirre each day were not mere accidents as he had claimed. Rin was sure he was beaten. Frequently.
If she had disliked the Nazis before, she downright hated them now. How could they do such a horrible thing to her friend? For she was sure that was what her and Len were, now. They wrote each other every day, and she stored all of his paper planes in the drawer of her bedside table, a place she hoped her father would never think to look. Whenever the pain from her illness struck at her, she read and reread all of his letters. They gave her hope. As each day passed, she grew more joyfull, but she also grew more worried. what would happen if her father found out?
Her father...She could barely bring herself to look him in the eyes anymore, knowing he was one of the ones who had hurt her dear friend, Len. It was all rather confusing-had her father truley wished to hurt him, or had he merely been doing his job? In order to pay the steep medical bills, he had to keep his job. For her. Rin felt guilty because of this.
Rin's condition was back with full force. Now she was in pain almost constntly, and had been to weak to see Len once. This frightened her, although when Len sent her a kind question-Is everything all right on your side?-he had written, Rin had assured him that it was nothing.
Thankfully, that hadn't happened since, although Rin couldn't help but feel as though things were growing a bit strange between them. More than once, she had noticed Len gazing at her with an unfamilliar expresionin his bright blue eyes. It wasn't really uncomfortable-on the contrary, for whatever reason it filled her with warmth-but it was still a little strange. She mever confronted him about this in any of her letters, but she still noticed.
And then, of course, there had been the times when she saw him when her heart had nearly skipped a beat. Whenever he smiled, she felt her face heat up. Rin wasn't sure why. when she came to him once, she remembered he had been lying down in the grass, looking like a weak, broken doll. She had quickly scribbled him a note,demanding to know what was wrong, who had done this. Rin hated to see him in pain. She felt like it hurt her as well. Len, of course, had merely lifted his head, gave her a weak smile and replied that it was nothing, that he was just a little tired. Honsetly, did he think she was daft? Rin knew about how hard the Jews in the camps worked, and she quickly resolved thereafter to bring him her entire meals. Due to her illness, she was rarely hungry anyway.
Len would always accept these meals reluctantly, warning her in his letter that she should eat too. He had always made her promise she would eat something at home before eating himself. He ate like he was starving, and the food was always gone in five seconds flat.
Rin's feelings twords Len had changed somehow in the last few weeks, and this she tried to examine as she sat up in her hospital bed, braving yet another night of pain. Every time she saw him now, she felt strange. A kind of warmth in her chest that she couldn't quite put a name to.
Did she love Len? The prospect was a little frightening. But, when she thought about it, really thought about it..
How could she not?
She had told him more in the past three weeks than she had told anyone. Not even her father knew as much about her as Len did. And in return, he told her things about him as well. His father had been a book keeper. His mother and his father were both dead now, Rin supposed sadly. Dispite the fact that they had only known each other for three weeks, Rin felt as though she had known him her whole life.
She had never told him about how sick she was. Len helped her to forget about the illness. Whenever she was with him, it was just as if the illness had never even been. Whenever she saw him, he made her smile and laugh simply by being himself.
And she loved him for it.
Although Rin smiled from the bottom of her heart when she realized this, it in turn brought more worries. She wasn't supposed to even be seeing Len, much less in love with him. He was a Jew and she was not. They were seperated forever by that unfeeling wire fence, and Rin's heart broke as she realized this. She nearly felt like crying as she realized that her and Len, this vibrant, kind, beautiful boy on the other side of the fence could never be together properly. Society barred the two, along with the fence. But why, Rin couldn't help but wonder, was it so wrong?
She loved Len, and thought he felt the same. What was so wrong about that? Just because he was a Jew and she wasn't, just because he was in the horrid Camp and she was not. How could that be so horrible? Rin loved him!
She sighed and shook her head, cursing the law and the Riche and the Furhur. If only they would go away, Len and the rest of his people would be safe. But it seemed that fourtune would never favor them, the two young people on opposite sides of fate.