Hey guys, It's Miko. Sorry it's been so long since I've updated this story, but I've been more focused on school and on my other story, Two Sides of the Devil's Coin. I'm almost done with that one though, so next on my list shall be this story, and then it shall be the sequal to TSotDC.

On another note, I need ideas for this story. What should happen in this story? Who should win in the end? Give me your ideas. I MEAN IT NOW!

On a third note, I'm becoming a vocaloid dubber on Youtube. I got my first dub done already! Look up Insanity English Dub. It should be by nojomoko, who is me. So ha!

Anyway, enjoy!

Observer's P.O.V
I could only guess the dirt she had been digging on Player. And where had it all ended? Here we were on school grounds, Monday afternoon on the football field. A large crowd formed a perfect circle, impressively, around some group of people. I knew who was fighting, and to be perfectly honest, I was worried. Unlike what I had been before, I walked up to the commotion with Zeus quick on my trail, not wanting any harm caused to me from the heated battle. What I saw, Red Warrior stood her ground, feet firm on the earth beneath her. I should have walked away and gone home, since the bell already announced the end of the school day. Yet, I was glued.

A punch flew its way to the blonde teen, and my body flinched. The force, strangely it was if I could feel it. Player went flying a few feet, and people from the crowd had to allow more room. The strength of that blow should have been enough to completely break his nose. Somehow- and a relieved sigh could only escaped my lips- he had recovered and slowly found his way back on his feet. He wasn't in good shape, either. How much longer could the blonde last?

I should step in to help, or at least do something. My friend was out there, getting hurt by one tough opponent. And if I didn't do something, I knew Rin would go in. And if Rin went to fight, I had the feeling that either things would get worse, or their secret would be exposed and then get worse. But I was afraid. I was too afraid to do anything. So, like the coward I was, I watched like the rest of the crowd. Only observing...

Player stumbled forward, most likely trying to run to land in a punch. But that was his mistake. Red Warrior turned in a sidestep to make Len pass, then grabbed his arm. It looked painful, as the skin around his arm grew slightly red and blue. She spun, making the victim in her grasp spin as well, and finally let him go. He landed, back into the wall. But not without sound. A small, terrifying yell escaped as he fell from the wall, slouched. By the way the wall was cracked, it almost looked like a cartoon... Maybe that was the end of Player.

Zeus finally had enough of the matters. A growl escaped his lips and he launched from where he stood, over the crowd. He landed on all fours in front of the Warrior, but not for long. He took off and made another leap to his target, fierce canines bared. The aim was to the neck, but his fangs missed their mark. Red Warrior tried to jump back, but her reaction was slow due to the change in attention. Instead, the sharp teeth of my companion struck her shoulder. Red started to slowly drip down the wound as the german shepherd backed up to gain distance. A confronting circle formed within the area, like a group of wolves.

But even as the dog aimed for the Warrior once more, it didn't ease my fears. Zeus, he didn't completely understand what was going on. All he knew was that I was in danger. All he knew was that my friend was in danger. All this he was doing, he thought he was going to protect me. But he didn't know about the opponent. He didn't know how much of an advantage she had over his simple, primitive instincts. This was all proven when the warrior grabbed the dog by the scruff of his neck...

SLAM~

And from there, my dog went flying- along with my heart. He landed on the ground far away from where we currently stood, head first into the hard ground, and I was the only one to turn my head to see the ball of fur. Unresponsive. That girl was strong, but a simple throw like that bringing down a previous-fighting dog? Several seconds spanned into many years. All I wanted was for him to get up, for anything to happen so that he'd move and wag his tail. It may have been my active imagination, but I had a feeling that maybe Zeus-y wouldn't be moving for a while...

Once more my attention moved (reluctantly) from the sight of my beaten dog to the scene of battle. Len was up once again, and I tried to see. The struggle was not easy for the Player to continue, that was for sure. Again, how strong was the Red Warrior? She didn't seem like an easy opponent, taking down both a boy and a fighting dog in a single strike...

And it ended again when the Warrior kicked gave an uppercut to the jaw, then ended with a punch to the abdomen. He doubled over in pain, kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath. A few drops of blood escaped his mouth as he coughed... And my eyes averted to the dog. He was getting up, and a saw a red line where a crack formed on his head. He was going in for another launch.

I couldn't handle any of this anymore. First, Len was trying to fend off his attacker, and is being beaten slowly into a bloody pulp. Next, faithful companion was thrown across the area and cracked his head on the hard ground. Now, both were trying to go on an offensive again. I knew well what would happen if that happened, though. My heart beat in my ears as I tried to swallow the hard lump in my throat. I was a coward, a craven little girl! I didn't even know the reason they fought. But if I didn't do something, things would get worse.

I summoned all of the Irish courage (with much difficulty, mind you), and stepped into the arena. Wait, was I stupid? What am I supposed to do? Punch her or something? I was already here, and I was regretting not thinking things through. But I opened my mouth, trusting that if I wasn't going to die here and now, she'd just kill me in another few minutes.

"Why the heck you even fighting?"

I felt like fainting, and I honestly never do. It was uncomfortable, with everyone's eyes on me. I could have sworn someone called me a stupid hippie, but I ignored it.

"Because that bastard's been playing us," She growled. I took a half step back, my stomach threatening to empty all of its contents. I knew I was showing weakness, so I tried to gather any courage that was stupid enough to stay in my body. "I'm tired of his shit,"

My mind went blank. Her attention was directed towards me. She took my revolution the wrong way, as she did earlier with the cell phone incident. Then, I recognized something I should have never missed. The horrid scent of sake hung slightly in the atmosphere around her. She wasn't in her right mind, if she even had one.

And soon, I was to find myself the next target.

She landed a punch that I was too slow to react, and I could feel the bone cracking around my right eye socket. The pain was all I could wrap my mind around... I just couldn't focus on anything else. But I was next tumbling backwards without knowing the cause of my sudden assault. Then, my back hit the wall with a huge force. Some sound similar of the banshee's escaped my lips. Oh, how the pain tortured me. I felt many waves of pure burning fire run up and down spine, melting my head and slowing the beat of my heart. I could feel my breath slow, and black surrounded my vision. Maybe it was the end? I couldn't tell when the once-burning pain started to turn into cold numbness...

Even my thoughts faded...

Kaito's P.O.V
Class was finally over. In the lockered hallways of the school, I was getting out some books needed for an upcoming essay, putting them easily into my backpack. And of course, my favorite ice cream hanging in my mouth. It was always what I needed after a tiring day of school work. And before class. And during lunch. If I didn't know better, I'd say I was addicted to the stuff.

Good thing I'm not.

And as I gently push my locker door to a close and hear the gentle snap of a closed lock, I turned and smiled at the sight. Here was my little Orangei, coming up to see me. She was always cute in my eyes, with those nice green-blue eyes of hers and that blonde hair. It made my heart beat, and can dare say I think i loved her more than I did my ice cream. With my grin, I greeted her.

"Hey, my sweet," I spoke gently.

She smiled at me, but it didn't reach up to her eyes. Was something wrong? Maybe I'm just seeing things. Yeah. The ice cream was kind of old, anyway.

"Hey. Can I talk to you... in private?" Her voice was a bit hushed. Hm, this was odd, even for Rin.
I nodded without hesitation. "Of course,"

For some reason, this deep feeling tugged at my stomach as we walked towards the end of the hallway. Many students had disappeared from the place mysteriously, but that wasn't what was on my mind. Rin walked with her head slightly low, and this worried my deeply. Was someone hurting my girlfriend?

Her voice was hesitant as she looked me in the eyes. I could see liquid forming in her blue eyes. "Kaito," she started out. I put a hand on her cheek, curious. The ice cream still stayed in my mouth.

"Is anyone hurting you?"

Her head shook no. I still wasn't convinced. "Kaito," she spoke my name again. "I... can't be with you anymore,"

My mind went completely numb. I couldn't think at the moment. I could feel my heart being stabbed over and over again with the same words that pierced and burned my mind. My voice spoke so dumbly, and I couldn't help it. I could feel my cheeks grow wet. "You're... breaking up with me?" She avoided my gaze.

"Yes," she finally said something after what had seemed like forever. And, after much silence as my mind tried to comprehend what the hell just happened, she walked away. Her form was blurred as tears burned my eyes, but I didn't care. I could hear my teeth grind together as I threw my ice cream at the wall in a fit of anger. She wasn't going to walk away, was she? Not after all that.

But when that fire passed, I didn't feel much. I felt colder than my favorite treats. My heart was numb, and I could only stand there dumbly as I remembered the words that took her away from me. It was the end, wasn't it?

"No, not yet," my voice growled.

Observer's P.O.V
Beep. Beep. Beep.

It never ends. That sound, that beeping sound, it won't end. It's annoying, but at least I know, somehow, that I'm alive.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

But for how much longer...?

Beep. Beep. Beep...

I started to wander in my mind. Of course human beings weren't meant to last, that was only nature. But, was there really life after one dies? I know I might have to take a leap of faith if something took a wrong turn, but...

Beep. Beep.

If I try to imagine my soul flying out of my body, I just can't. It's just still darkness. What if there's nothing after you die? Then you just stop existing, and you just disappear? But then what happens to your thoughts? I guess you can't think anymore if you don't exist. It's confusing to think about, much less trying to imagine. It hurts my brain...

Beep. Beep. Beep.

And my mother? My brother? Will I ever see them again, and will they greet me? I can imagine that. "Hey sucker, guess who's dead!" I could imagine my brother laughing, giving me a punch in the shoulder. Maybe watching heaven clouds? Or looking down to Earth, slugging each other at every P.T. Cruisers and Slugbugs, and me whining when my mother gets every one. Or maybe God'll join in, winning because he can spot everything. That, or he might give us a break.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I wonder how Jesus would react at losing the game.

Beep.

I can see that now. He never loses... But, I'm growing tired. I'm too tired to think anymore. Maybe... I should just sleep... Yes... Sleep... sounds good right now...

Beeeep...

Rin's P.O.V
I rushed to the hospital as fast as I could, with Luka and Miku close behind. We had all heard the news from Neru, passing it quickly along through her phone. And it wasn't only her. Everyone around the school had the whole scene described, and I felt sickened. I felt so sickened that my Len, my twin, my lover was in the hospital in serious condition was a fight with the drunken Meiko. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, flying down the street. I didn't care about the people's faces, I didn't care if the two kept behind me. I only wanted to see Len.

Quickly, quickly, I ran up to the counter. The block of the desk stopping my rushing speed with a jolt, my mind being on high, I looked at the attendant.

"Is... is Len Kagamine here?" I asked. I could feel the presence of Miku and Luka beside me, panting for breath.

A few types on her keyboard seemed to be so slow. Come on, lady. I needed to see if my brother was okay. Scratch that. I needed him to be okay. Waiting, waiting. I was never known for patience.

"Unit four, room 76,"

I nodded, dashing off to the elevator to see my twin. With my friends beside me, I couldn't focus on their attempts to calm me down. I didn't really care about anything else. My heart beat in my throat as I tried not to imagine the worse. But I was failing. Broken arms, broken ribs, brain damage... It all burned in my mind. I nearly jumped as the mature woman whom was my friend put a hand on my shoulder.

"Len will be fine," She tried to reassure me.

Fine my ass. No one who faced an enraged, drunken Meiko could survive for long... I could feel a shudder run down my spine. And it was a cold, fearful one.

Once the elevator stopped, I ran out like an animal in a cage. I couldn't stand there much longer. I ran, glancing at rooms left and right until a sudden halt interrupted my marathon. I stared at the door. Room 76. At least until I fell forward, face into the ground with the aqua-haired girl on top of me. I grumbled, slightly forgetting my current train of thought.

"Miku!" I growled.

She quickly got up. I swear I saw some kind of anime sweat mark on her. "Eh-heh... Heh..." And with a hand, offered me up. I should have taken the opportunity to take her down with me, and so did. And she came down with a squeal. And, dusting myself off after getting up, I smirked evilly at the little girl.

"And that's what you get," I said, sticking my tongue out. The aqua haired girl could only get up, glaring at me with such eyes.

"Oh, it's war!"

"Rin, Miku, have you forgotten?" Luka stepped in quickly.

I lowered my head in shame, but not before giving a quick stick-of-the-tongue to the spoiled girl over there. Then I turned to face his room. Sighing, I walked in carefully. I wasn't really prepared for much of a sight. His hair was covered slightly by bandages that turned red over time. I could see some bandages on his upper body as well (and blushing at the fact that he was not wearing any shirt). Miku came in behind me, wanting to shout something, but quickly shut up. He didn't look great at all, and his eyes were closed as if he was in a deep sleep. Oh God, or whatever you are in heaven, don't let him be too badly hurt...

I sat down by his bedside, hearing nothing but the soft sound of breathing from the three of us, (not including the mask that was over Len's face, letting him breathe). I didn't know how long we stood in silence, hoping for Len to wake up. But finally Miku put a hand on my shoulder after what seemed like forever.

"It's getting late," Luka told me behind Miku, who only agreed.

I shook my head. "I want to stay here a bit longer," I said softly. I didn't need to see their questioning faces, but they soon left me alone.

And I sat there, for I don't know how long. Many of the nurses tried to kick me out, but I refused. I was too stubborn, to worried, to sick to my stomach with anxiety to leave his side. So I sat there on the visitor's chair, holding the hand of my brother and my lover, waiting for the blonde to wake up. But there was really no sound except for the steady breath and heart rate of my Len.

~Beep~

"Rin?" It sounded rough, that voice. It also sounded tired, and confused. But I still recognized it. I could never mistake that voice

"Huh?" my eyes fluttered open, not that I knew they were closed. A small yawn escaped my lips, not yet registering where I was. At least, not until I saw Len's head bandaged, along with that needle that stuck out from his arm. He looked at me with half-closed eyes.

"Rin?" he asked again.

"Len?" I finally snapped out of my daze. Quickly my arms found their way around him, and I hugged him tightly, as if letting go would make his disappear forever. He muffled something. I looked at him. "What?"

"You're... suffocating me..." he managed to cough out. I quickly let go, my face turning red.

"Sorry," I whispered. His hands slowly made his way to my face, wiping away something wet. Tears? I didn't realize I was crying. I made sure to wipe them away quickly. I didn't want to seem like a total crybaby. Not in front of him.

I decided to change to conversation for once. "How do you feel?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood.

"I feel like crap,"

I took my chance. "You look like crap," I said, laughing. I could feel his glare on me. But I didn't care. I ruffled his hair, smiling. I could see his pout, but I could care less.

"You're lucky I'm stuck to the hospital bed," He sighed. I knew he wanted revenge, but he wasn't going to get it. At least, I didn't think so.

I could feel his arms grab mine, pulling me closer to him. I blushed as I felt his face so close to mine, but I didn't know if I cared so much at that moment. His soft lips met mine for the third time since we figured out each other's secret. And it was strong. Strong and rough. I could feel myself carefully crawl over the Len who was laying down on the depressing hospital bed. Each of my knees rest on the other side of him as my arms lay above his shoulders. And yet, our kiss still did not break. Instead, it grew to be even hotter than before.

And once again, my lips parted along with his, letting our tongues explore each other mouths. I think I changed my mind to be honest. Len was better than oranges, that was for sure. And before a could stop it, a moan escaped my lips. My back arch, and that set off a chain reaction. Our lips parted for air as saliva dripped slowly down our chins. But that didn't matter.

His hands moved to my hips, and I could feel him try to pull us closer. And once more our lips met together in a rough manner, and neither of us cared. My hands trailed over his bare chest, making him send a small hiss. But it wasn't frightening. Oh no, not at all. It was arousing.