Len
"Excuse me, I have to go." I excused. "It was lovely meeting you both." I didn't even give them time to answer. I pushed through the sea of people, Hiyama never leaving my sight. He went over to the bar area and sat down. Luckily, there was an empty seat next to his. Perfect. I was almost there, when someone stepped in front of me.
"Hey, Lenka!" Came the cheery voice that belonged to Kaito. I forced a smile onto my face as I looked at him. He just had to show up right now. Dammit, I silently cursed. Fuck my life.
"...Hey." I replied, hoping he'd take a hint and leave. But nope. Kaito was pretty dense.
"Are you enjoying the party?" He asked. No. I hate this party. I hate nearly everyone here. I hate this music. Jesus, who listens to dubsteb? Ugh. I hate everything. Fuck my life.
"Yep." I replied. He grinned childishly at me, a grin that made most girls melt immediately once directed towards them. It was Kaito's 'I-like-you-so-lets-go-get-coffee-sometime-if-it's-okay-with-you' grin. I think I vomited in my mouth. Man up, Kagamine, at least he's not trying to kiss you anything.
"You're pretty." He complimented. The thing about Kaito was that he was usually straightforward and just said what was on his mind. And if the girl wasn't into him, he'd leave them be. I silently thanked God that he was a gentleman like that, although somewhere deep down I was so horrified that I felt like flipping a table. I couldn't look that feminine. I mean, sure, maybe 2 years ago because of my huge resemblance to Rin (I definitely know that I looked a bit too much like her 2 years ago) but now? I mean, I must've buffened up, or at least matured, just a bit...
"Er...thanks." I mumbled. He smiled again and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
"So, um, I was hoping that we could become friends and maybe go out som-"
"No." My reply came out much harsher than I intended, and I, not that I'd ever admit it, felt a small twinge of guilt when I saw Kaito flinch ever so slightly. "...I mean, you seem nice, but I'm, um...moving next week to England, so I don't really want to disappoint..." Kaito blinked, then chuckled.
"Oh, okay!" He said in his usual 'I'm-that-one-cinnamon-that's-always-happy-no-matter-what' voice. He shook my hand gently. "I see. We can be internet buddies if you'd like! Or not, you know, your choice and all. But, um, here's my number! If you have to talk about something I'll always be there and I'll offer you the best advice I can come up with! I gotta get going, my friends are calling me. Bye, Lenka! It was nice meeting you!" He waved at me eagerly before jogging off to a group of teens calling him over. I watched him for a minute.
Kaito was a nice guy. A little too nice for such a shitty world like this. I was surprised that the selfish, narcissistic, greedy, monsters known as people hadn't taken advantage of his kindness and corrupted him already. It was the nice, good-hearted, sweet beings like Kaito that always got screwed in the end. But I was here, and nobody was going to do that to him on my watch.
Turning, I glanced around for Hiyama until I found him again, drinking something that looked like Coke. The seat next to him was empty. I took a deep breath as I strut over to where he was currently sitting. It was funny, really, how out of all the terrible things I've done, this was the most difficult and the one I was most reluctant to do. I sat down next to Hiyama and shot him the best flirty smile I can do. "Hey..." I drawled, putting my elbow on the table and resting my chin in my palm. I watched as he turned and looked me up and down. Hiyama's a smart guy. I wonder if he can see through my disguise. If he does, I'm fucked. Unless he's into that kind of thing. Ugh.
He bought it. He smiled back, his hazel eyes twinkling. "Hey, there," He purred, turning so that he was facing me. IA's advice floated through my head ("Smile a lot- no, not like that. God, Len, you look like a psychopath. Even more so than before, I mean. Flirt, like, a lot. You don't know how to flirt? I guess that's to be expected from a cherry boy like you- ow! Be gentle! I'm a delicate flower, you know. Alright, alright, don't get your panties in a twist. Be interested in everything he says, laugh a lot at his jokes, touch him a lot, be seductive- what's with that look, Kagamine? It's not that bad, Hiyama's pretty hot, if I do say so- okay, not making it better. Bat your eyelashes and shit like that. Also, you have a pretty nice ass- oh, quit your blushing, I'm sure someone's already told you- so showing it off and swayin' your hips and stuff like that would be helpful too. And then you seal the deal with a- sheesh, okay, I guess you don't want me to say the 'k' word. Just imply that you want to bang him and take him here. That always gets them. Men. Such savages. Oh, not you, of course, dear.")
"So...you come here often?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt like banging my head against the table as hard as possible. Yeah, Len, he can usually be found at a stranger's house. Great fucking job.
He chuckled. "Certainly not, pretty lady. Say, what's your name? I'd hate to call you 'pretty lady' all night." I forced a giggle.
"Lenka. Lenka Smitherson." He smiled softly and took my hand. He leaned down to kiss it, his eyes never leaving mine. I shuddered inwardly. Someone put me out of my misery and kill me already.
"Charmed," He simply breathed. "I'm Hiyama Kiyoteru." Do I have him? I thought somewhat uncertainly. No. It's far too early. I have to get in a little deeper...fuck my life.
"Tell me about yourself, Mr. Kiyoteru." Hiyama chuckled lightly and flashed me yet another charming smile.
"Hiyama would do just fine. I don't look that old, do I?" He joked. I forced myself to laugh. IA told me to laugh at all his jokes, after all.
"Of course not," I giggled, putting my hand hesitantly on his shoulder. Ew. I'm flirting with trash. I might get his filth on me. "You look quite...young." He chuckled.
"You're too generous, dear," He said, smirking. "I'm 24 years of age. I grew up in Canada then settled here when I was 18. I've been a bit lonely, so I attended more social events, hoping to find a nice young woman." I grinned at him.
"Any luck?" I asked. He smirked.
"By far? Not really. I hope so, though." He chuckled and brushed a stray strand of hair of my face. Resisting the urge to beat the shit of this guy, I managed to smile, though it most likely looked like a grimace. "Enough about me. What about you, darling?" For a split second, I tensed up and said the first thing that came to mind.
"Me?" I giggled nervously. "Well I grew up in Flordia and came here to...well, my parents came here...for business reasons, and I've stayed ever since then." He leaned in a bit, looking intrigued.
"Oh, really?" He said. "Flordia? What's it like there?"
"Hot." I replied instantly. "Um...mosquitoes...lots of...bugs...and alligators...and stuff..." As smooth as crunchy peanutbutter. Nice going, Len.
"Oh? I've heard that from a lot of people from Flordia. I visited there once. The oceans are really quite beautiful, wouldn't you agree?" I nodded in agreement, though I never went to Flordia and never ever intend to go to that hellhole of humidity and bloodsucking insects. Seeing a bunch of water, sand, and plants wouldn't be worth it.
"So, Lenka," He said, leaning towards me a bit. "What's a fine lady like you doing at a party like this?" I giggled again. Fine? I look like a fucking slut in this outfit. I bet this asshole only thinks I'm 'fine' 'cause he wants to get in my pants...dress...whatever.
"Oh, you know," I said, batting my eyelashes like IA had advised me to do. "Just lookin' for some fun and a nice...strong guy..." My flirting skills seriously needed to be worked on. Nice strong guy? Jesus, have mercy.
"Oh, really?" He said, seeming intrigued, a flirtatious smile slowly spreading across his face as he rested his hand on my knee. "And how's that going?" I leaned in a little more, smirking.
"Good, now that you're here," I whispered. I took a moment to examine him. Dilated pupils. The constant, yet well hidden, lust-laced gazes. Invasion of personal space. His filthy-ass hand touching my knee. Pretty sure I got him for sure. "This party's a bit lame. I bet we can go to my place and have a lot more fun..." I'm not gay. I'm not gay. I'm not gay.
His eyes lit up. "Sounds like a plan." I got up, took out my cell, and texted IA as I pushed through the crowds of people, Hiyama right behind me.
Heading your way. I didn't really expect her to text back, but she did.
The eagle is landing? I nearly snorted. Nearly.
What the fuck?
I thought we were gonna use code shit
Ugh. Why?
People do it in spy movies, so...
God, you...
Whatever, we're coming, so get ready and don't fuck up.
Roger.
The moment I closed the door and turned around, I was slammed against a wall. Fuck my life, he found out, didn't he? I knew he wasn't that stu-
I barely had time to turn my head in time so that Hiyama's lips wouldn't make contact with mine. He ended up kissing my cheek instead. His hands roamed somewhere a little too far down. OH MY FUCKING JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS HOE DOING WHERE THE FUCK IS IA?! I was ready to beat the shit out of him, when as if answering my internal question, there was a loud sound behind Hiyama was heard, and he slumped forward. I shoved him off me and turned to glare at IA.
"What..." I said lowly, "the hell took you so damn long?! Now I'm probably gonna have to melt my face off!" IA shrugged.
"I dunno." She replied simply. "I was watching anime upstairs. Didn't know you were here, haha." I shot her another glare, but she seemed unaffected.
"You..." I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. Fuck my damned life. "Just...whatever. You know how to dispose of a body, right?"
"Yep."
"And clean blood off the floors?"
"Mhm. I'm not a rookie at this shit, kid."
"Kid? You're the same age as me, dumbass."
"Actually, I'm older than you by exactly 5 months and 15 days."
"The fuck? It's only five months, not ten years, dumbo."
"Shut up and respect your elders."
"Ugh. Idiot. Just be quiet and help me carry him to the basement, yeah?"
Miku
The door opened and slammed shut. I stopped and looked at the door where a tired, irritating Len stood. I raised my eyebrows, snickering softly. His hair, although it was in its usual ponytail, looked different. His hair didn't look messy and wavy like it usually was. Instead, it looked straight.
"Your hair...did you strai-"
"Shut up, Red Riding Hoe." He retorted, shooting me a warning glare.
"Defensive much?" I chuckled. He sighed.
"Long night." He simply said. I raised my eyebrows.
"Care to elaborate?"
"Nope."
"But why? Where were you, anyways? Not doing the frickle frackle with some chick, I hope." He scoffed and crossed his arms before taking a seat next to me on the couch, scowling.
"Ugh. Ew."
"You are attracted to girls, right?" His eyes immediately widened and he turned to give me a weak glare.
"Wha-" He sputtered. "You- I'm not- I-" His cheeks were dusted pink. I gave a small smirk. "I'm- I'm not gay!"
"Oh?" I teased, a grin making its way to my face. "Why're you so defensive? Is that a blush I see?"
"Oh, shut up!" He merely scoffed. "Of course I'm defensive! I'm not letting anyone think that I'm gay when I'm not."
"But what if you are?"
"What if you're half ogre?" He shot back. "Because it seems like you're a real troll..." I chuckled softly, then glanced at him again, noticing that there was something off. I reached over and wiped my thumb on his cheek. He jumped, started. He slapped my hand away.
"What the fu-"
"...Is this blush?" I asked him, snickering. He shot me another glare.
"No!" He said. "It's not! Why would I-"
"I dunno, you tell me." I said grinning. "Crossdressing, maybe?" He flinched and shuddered.
"...Shut up." I giggled. Managing to tease Len like this was rare, but when it did come through, it was always worth it. Seeing him defensive and flustered, even if it was just the bare minimum, was always a sight to see. Out of nowhere, it seemed, Rin's words from the party earlier floated through my head. Sometimes when Miku isn't looking, he'd sneak glances at her and look at her like she's the greatest thing in the world, or like how an awed person looks at a sunset or at fireworks or some other beautiful sight.
My laughing died off as I contemplated the words that she had spoken earlier. Surely, Rin must have been joking around. I found it hard to believe that Len, the guy who bickers with me almost daily and hurls various insults at me, and I, back at him, would ever look at me like that. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen him smile, not fully at least. Or laugh, for that matter. A few snickers, sure, but never an actual laugh. I was interrupted from my thoughts when Rin shuffled into the room, a cookie stuffed into her mouth.
Her eyes swept around the room for a moment, and when she caught sight of Len, she brightened up and she tried to eagerly say something but ended up choking on the cookie instead. I immediately got up and patted her back. I sighed as she broke out in a fit of coughs. "Don't do that with your mouth full!" I scolded. She rolled her eyes, wiping crumbs away from her mouth.
"Okay, mom," She grumbled playfully. She turned to Len again and a devilish grin made its way to her face. She just stared at him. Len raised his eyebrows.
"Hi?" He tried. Rin giggled. He blinked. "...The fuck's wrong with you?"
"So, where were you last night? A party, maybe?" She asked. For a split second, there was horror and panic in Len's eye, but as quickly as it came, it was extinguished.
"Um. No." He scoffed. "Why would I go to a party? I hate parties. It's basically a place full of loud music and food and flashing lights everywhere. Plus, there are too many idiots in one room to handle."
Rin tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Oh, okay. We met this really cool girl at the party. Hm, what was her name?" She looked at Len from the corner of her eye. "Lenku? Lunka? Ah...oh yes, Lenka. She was really pretty and girly-looking." Len flinched, then crossed his arms.
"That's...nice," He said. He stood up from the couch and made his way to the staircase. "I'm gonna go to bed, now..."
"Oh, Len~" Rin called as he was going up.
"What?"
"Aren't you gonna bid us a goodnight?" She sang. Len didn't stop.
"Fuck you both," He called back, his statement immediately followed my a slamming door.
I yawned as I opened the bathroom door and walked out, rubbing my eyes as I walked back to Rin's room, my feet slapping lightly against the hardwood floor. Opening the door to her room, blinking blearily, I was greeted by darkness, though I could still make out a bed and a figure under the messy sheets. Closing the door silently behind me so I wouldn't wake her, I shuffled toward the bed and threw myself on it with a sigh. I pulled the covers from Rin, who pulled them back immediately with a small groan of protest. I pulled them back forcefully, bringing the covers up to cover my cold nose.
But then I realized that something wasn't right. It just didn't...feel right. I just noticed that I didn't feel the carpet under my feet when I neared the bed, or how the sheets smelled faintly of cinnamon and apples. It was then that my half-asleep mind came to a conclusion; this wasn't my room, and the person next to me wasn't Rin. My eyes snapped open immediately and I turned around immediately to find that I was, unfortunately, correct. It wasn't Rin's room. It was Len's.
He was laying next to me, on his side so all I could see was the back of his blonde head. Oh shit, I fucked up, I fucked up. I thought. Len moved, and I froze. He turned so that he was laying on his back. I didn't know why I was surprised when his eyepatch was off. Last time I saw him asleep, it was off, too. Perhaps the smooth, normal-looking skin around his normally covered eye still shocked me. Move slow, Miku. Slow and careful...
I began to sit up, ever so slowly, when he turned again so that he was facing me. Again, I froze, then I noticed that he didn't look like he was having a pleasant dream. His lips were parted and his breaths were coming in deep, ragged huffs, a look close to distress on his face. I've never seen him this vulnerable or...scared looking. I paused, wondering if I should wake him up or not. It looked like he was having a nightmare.
But then what would he say if he woke up? What explanation would I give him for being in his room? My hand was hovering over his shoulder uncertainly when he grabbed it. I let out a shocked squeak, fear making it's presence known in my gut. Shit, shit, he's awake!
But his eyes were still closed. I waited for a moment, waiting for them to open suddenly and stare at me in shock, but it didn't come. Instead, he interlocked his fingers with mine, seemingly unconscious. Huh...? Is he...holding my hand?
I'd be lying if I said that this gesture didn't shock me, even if he was asleep. Len was the type of guy who never showed weakness, yet here he was, clinging to my hand desperately, a look similar to hopelessness and despair on his face. I paused, then finally grasped his hand back. I'd never get another opportunity like this ever again, and he was asleep, so why the hell not?
However, sleeping Len once again caught me by surprise when I felt myself being tugged down and pulled into his chest. "Wha-" I started, but was immediately cut off when I landed into his chest face first. He smelled vaguely of cinnamon and apples- like his bedsheets. I was in the middle of sputtering confused and incomprehensible words when he mumbled something (most likely in his sleep) that shut me right up, making the words in my throat shrivel up and die.
"Don't leave me."
The sleepy, yet somewhat pleading mumble that escaped his lips shocked me into silence. Leave...him? I thought. I felt his arm around me tighten slightly, bringing me a tad closer to him. Is he...afraid of being left all alone? I paused, then looked up at him.
His breathing was much calmer than before, and his face gradually turned from hopelessness to relaxed. It looked like his nightmare went away. He mumbled it again.
"Please don't leave me..." Hesitantly, I snuggled a little closer to him and brushed a stray lock of blonde hair out of his face and wrapped my tiny arms around his waist. It was a bit awkward doing this, and no telling how Len would react in the morning, but it still felt comfortable nonetheless. Burying my face in his chest and taking a deep breath, I muttered something that I thought would be reassuring or even comforting, though he was asleep and most likely wouldn't know that any of this happened.
"Don't worry, idiot. I'm not leaving any time soon."
So, I wanted to end the chapter here, with this cute little scene, then I decided to add what happens when Len wakes up. So hope you enjoy the added part!
"What the actual fuck?!" That was the first thing I heard. I opened my eyes and blinked blearily. The second thing I heard was a loud stream of curses followed my a loud thump, which was also followed by a weak "Fuck my life..." I noticed that the spot next to me was empty, and that I felt cold. Throughout the night, it was Len's body heat that really kept me warm on this cold, winter night. I peered over the bed and, through the thick blanket of darkness, I managed to make out Len on the floor. I turned on a lamp beside his bed, and he hissed and covered his face with his arms. I rolled my eyes.
"What, are you a vampire now?" I scoffed. Len, with his hand covering his left eye, (unfortunately) shot me a glare. Grabbing his eye patch from the bedside table and sloppily putting it over his eye, he threw his hands up exasperatedly.
"The hell are you doing in my room?!" He hissed. I chuckled weakly and rubbed the back of my neck weakly.
"Well, you see, I was going to the bathroom to tinkle and when I got out it was really dark, and I may have accidentally walked into your room instead of Rin's..." He rolled his eye.
"Why the hell didn't you leave?" He questioned, crossing his arms.
"Because you asked me not to." I blurted out. He tilted his head and narrowed his eye at me, frowning. "I-I mean..." I scrambled for an excuse. "...I mean, you kind of started cuddling with me, so I...couldn't go." He let out a small "humph" and looked away.
"You could've just woke me up and told me to stop if you were uncomfortable," He mumbled. I rolled my eyes.
"That's like poking- no, more like stabbing- a huge, aggressive, grumpy bear while it sleeps!" I excused. I could've woken him up or tried to roll out of his grasp, but I didn't really want to. He was a great pillow and heat source.
"Wha- I am not!" He protested.
"Uh. Yeah, you are."
"No way!"
"Yes, way."
"...Really?"
"Yep."
"Hm. I could use that to my advantage one day," He muttered the last part under his breath. I saw him turn his head so that he was peering at me from the corner of his eye. "Why're you still here?" I shrugged.
"I dunno. Rin's probably sprawled across the whole bed."
"Then move her."
"But I don't wanna wake her up. And she's heavy."
"Ugh. Whatever. I doubt Rin's taking up the whole bed. She's such a midget it's hard to believe that she can take up so much room." He scoffed. I rolled my eyes.
"You wanna bet?" I grumbled. He shot me a challenging look.
"Sure." He said. "Because I'll definitely win. There has to be at least some room for you- Rin's not that much of a fatass."
"So you're saying that she's fat anyways?"
"Of course. Humans need fat to store energy. So, technically, everyone's fat."
"...Smartass." I mumbled as I swung my legs out of the bed. I shuffled down the hall, then opened the door to Rin's room and peered inside. I blinked repeatedly until I could make out Rin's form on the bed. Of course, I was correct. Rin was sprawled across the bed, her arms and legs in every direction. The neon orange sheets were kicked off and sat at the very edge of the bed. Even from here, I could hear Rin's soft snores.
"...Well, I'll be damned." Len muttered behind me. "She actually..." He sighed. I stole a glance at Rin's window, and though the curtains were drawn, I managed to see a tiny sliver of the outside world. It was still dark- it was probably somewhere around 2 a.m. I closed the door gently and turned around to give Len a smug 'I told you so', but I was instead greeted by air instead of a human being. Frowning, I walked down the hall and peeped into his room before entering.
"Told you so." I said. I didn't know what it was, but proving someone wrong and gloating about it was always fun. He grabbed a blanket off the bed and one of the decorative pillows and shot me a look.
"Yeah, yeah," He mumbled. "Good for you, Hatsune." I raised my eyebrows as I watched him settle on the floor.
"Are you gonna sleep on the floor? Why?" I asked. He rolled his eye.
"No, Miku, I'm just settling here on the cold, hard floor with a blanket and pillow for the fun of it." He said sarcastically. "You're too much of a wimp to move Rin, and you obviously can't sleep in there. I'd make you sleep on the floor and claim the bed, but I'd never hear the end of it if I did."
"You don't have to-"
"Shut up and accept it." He told me simply as he fluffed up his pillow, pausing to look at me. "You gonna stand there all night starin' at me or what?" I blinked, then closed the door behind me and shuffled toward the bed before sitting down on it and swinging my legs over and covering myself with the covers. It was quiet for a moment.
"...You sure you don't wanna sleep in the bed? I don't mind. I can sleep on the floor or something." I offered. I could practically hear Len rolling his eyes.
"No, it's fine. The bed's a bit small for two people." He grumbled. "...The things I do for you, Hatsune." He mumbled the last part under his breath. I grinned. Did he really just say that?
"What was that?" I chirped.
"Nothing, nothing," He grumbled. "Just silently cursing stupid Rin and her sleeping habits." It was silent again. I shivered under the blankets. It was still quite cold, and I had 3blankets covering me. I could only imagine how cold Len must be.
"...It's cold." I ended up saying. He snorted.
"You don't say!"
"You need another blanket?" I asked, ignoring his earlier remark.
"No, no. 'M fine." He denied. I narrowed my eyes slightly. Stupid, considerate piece of shit. I could tell he was cold. He only had one blanket and, again, he was sleeping on the cold, hard floor. Peeling one of the top blankets away from the bed, I rolled to the other end of the bed where he was, his back turned toward me, and threw the blanket on top of him.
"There. Take it, you piece of shit, and accept my concern." I grumbled. I waited for a reply, but received none. I watched him for a minute, then eventually decided that he was asleep. I turned so I was on my back and stared up at the blank, white ceiling. Rin's words popping suddenly into my head for what seemed like the hundredth time tonight. Sometimes when Miku isn't looking, he'd sneak glances at her and look at her like she's the greatest thing in the world, or like how an awed person looks at a sunset or at fireworks or some other beautiful sight. Whenever those words popped into my head, the first thing I thought was, No way. Rin must be lying. I doubt that he could care about me that much! But as I lay there, stealing a glance at a sleeping Len on the floor with the ghost of a smile on my lips and my heart suddenly overflowing with warmth and affection, I thought,
I must be one lucky girl to have someone like him look at me like that.
Ah, the LenKu. LenKu, LenKu everywhere. I felt like this story just needed more LenKu moments and a bit of Len showing a tiny bit of weakness. Writing Len getting hit on was also a bunch of fun, haha. Sooo, Rin knows that Len was Lenka? Looks like Len can kiss his pride goodbye. So, as usual, tell me what you thought of this chapter! Comments are seriously, SERIOUSLY, incredibly appreciated and make my day.
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