A/N: Kerii-tan: Hello, once again! :D
I have chapter 13 for you all~
Sorry if it seems shorter compared to
previous chapters, but uh, you know.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Vocaloid!

Chapter 13- Len's POV

Day 3; Part 1: No better, sort of.

Unlike usual, I woke up in the middle of the night (1 AM) from an odd dream.

I don't know if you call mules with Miku's face and prancing around in fields of bananas with spontaneously dancing Rin's while singing Magnet is normal, but it definitely had me questioning my own thought occupation.

I sat up, carefully controlling my breath and ran my hand through my bangs, pushing them out of my face. It was actually hotter in here than last night, despite the fact that this room has the A/C on every part of the day. Since Rin practically lives alone, I wonder how she gets the money to pay for everything. Like food and stuff. And she ALWAYS has the A/C on, too. Even since I came here for the first time, it was on. That same gust of air that smells like oranges and laundry and it just hits your face when you enter the house. It's like, refreshing in so many ways.

Slowly, I pulled off my t-shirt and draped it on the side of the bed, sighing quietly. I glanced over to my right and instantly, Rin caught my attention.

There was just something about what she was wearing and her position. She was just curled up into a ball, sort of, with her legs bent and her arms extended slightly. I stared wide-eyed at her, because basically she was wearing those super-short shorts that are like, for exercising, (and they were blue). She also wore this…this…thin, skinny-like yellow camisole that was hiked up her back, revealing mostly all that was below her chest.

I could not believe the amount of skin she was showing.

Besides her chest size, she had a pretty nice body; this I realized. She's got a nice pair of legs and waist/hips, so I have no idea why I haven't ever noticed before. On top of that, she's got perfect skin. Flawless, white, soft-looking, and smooth, and oh my god…

I covered my mouth and looked away before I got too carried away.
I mean, honestly, I can't act this way now.
...Actually, I can, because apparently, I'm "just a friend".

I frowned and made a face, then sighed. I looked back towards Rin, silently sleeping. I watched her breathe in and out, her chest rising and falling. The most beautiful girl I have ever seen, and she doesn't love me.

I knew she wouldn't, couldn't, and shouldn't, but I still found myself wishing anyways. It's so sad that I feel this strongly for her and she's not even able to return my feelings. I remembered her words;

"If you loved me, Len, then you'd break up with that slutty Hatsune girl."

Instantly, I hopped off the bed and fished around in my pocket, and pulled out my cell phone. I held it in my hand; it was smooth and warm. I paused for a moment, but put it back in my pocket, and ran quietly over to my bags. I threw on jeans and a collared shirt, then left the room to the wooden stairs in the dead-silent house.

I slipped on a pair of flip-flops, and carefully stepped out, trying not to let the soles smack against the chilly marble tiles.

I entered the cool outside air, and looked around; it was bright enough to see because of the moonlight. I walked down the steps and even faster across the always-empty driveway; fast-walking down the quiet street. Fitting my hands into my pants pockets, I turned a corner in minutes, approached a cozy-looking white house.

I stopped, feeling the smooth cover of my cell phone against my fingers, and took a deep breath. With every step, I got closer to the front door.

I stood before it, debating whether or not to knock, and decided against it.

I ran down the steps and towards the side of the house. I pushed my way through bushes, twigs snapping underneath my feet and branches bending against my legs. I winced with every snap and crack, but eventually got to the window, leaning against the wallboards.

Slightly standing up on my toes, I peered in through the window and there she was, sleeping soundlessly.

Miku.

I caught my breath as she started to stir, and rather lazily, she sat up, slowly turning her head left and right. I looked at her long, teal hair, draped against her back, pieces of it sticking out of place. It shone in the moonlight, and seemed as soft as I could remember—memories of the nights we spent together flooded back to me. The times when she would hold onto me, constantly whispering how much she loved me, or how much she liked being with me. I remembered everything, all that we did together—good or bad. It was all a mistake. One, big, terrible mistake that I regret so much.

I rapped softly onto the glass, half-hoping she wouldn't hear me, but she jumped, and immediately turned around. Her eyes widened and she grinned really big, moving closer to the window. I tried to smile at her (it was fake, of course,) but it looked like she was practically dying of happiness once I did.

She flipped something from the inside of the window and thrust it open with a grunt.

"Len-kun!" she whispered loudly, smiling and sticking her head out the window. I gripped the window pane and leaned back, giving her my best (fake) smile.

"Hey, Miku-chan." I greeted, and she started bouncing up and down.

"Why are you here? I've been waiting for you for like, forever!"

I ignored the fact that she said 'for' three times in that sentence and smiled once again. "I wanted to see you, Miku-chan."

Of course, that was a lie.

"Hee hee, really?" she giggled, covering her mouth and turning away shyly. "Well, come on! Get in!" she tugged on my arms, and I shook her off. I managed to climb in through the window, but ended up falling onto Miku, both of us tumbling off the bed and landing onto the floor.

I grunted as I landed on her, hoping that I didn't break her 'cause she's so skinny and stuff, but instead, she started giggling.

"Oh, Len-kun!" she looked up at me, and I raised my eyebrows at her. Then I realized our position; I was straddling her.

Course, we've been in this situation many times before, but I was unusually caught off-guard.

She pouted slightly and looked away, saying, "That really hurt, but..." she looked back at me, smiling slyly, and stroked my face. "...I can forgive you..."

Inside, I was terrified, because I actually didn't anticipate this; I was only planning to-

"Oh, is that so..." I said, returning her smile with a nervous one, and Miku sat up, running her fingers through her long hair.

"Miku-chan..." I started, standing up, and she looked up at me innocently. "I need to...tell you something." I looked away anxiously and saw Miku stand up out of the corner of my eye.

"Well, what is it, Len-kun?" she asked me gently, her voice quiet and sweet as she walked forwards, placing her hand onto my arm. I glanced down at her hand and then back up at her face, still wondering if I should tell her or not.

Suddenly, her expression fell and turned dark as she said quietly, "Is it bad?"

I gulped and cleared my throat.

"...Yes. Yes, it is."

"Then..." Miku twirled around and sat on her bed, already messy with the covers thrown around. "Why don't you tell me later? But first..." she smiled at me and patted the space in front of her. "Let's have some fun."

I flinched unintentionally, and was about to object until Miku leaned forward and grabbed my arm, pulling me down against her.

"Ah-!" I caught myself, kneeling on the bed and nearly landing on her yet again, until she grabbed my arm and bent her head up at me.

"Why so out of your game, Len-kun?" she smiled sweetly, as if her smile was forced, but her eyes were seductive, and I almost got pulled into them, lost and finding no way out. She pulled me closer and smiled even wider, showing her teeth a bit. It was sort of ugly.

"I didn't wait a month for this."

I made a face and did that trick I do sometimes in a situation like this; I flipped her over with amazing speed so that now I was on top.

Fine.

I saw Miku's expression go from startled to playful as she stared at me.

Be that way.

She reached up and started unbuttoning my shirt, one by one.

"Len-kun, you're being so easy, why is that?"

Three buttons undone.

"I'm sorry, Miku-chan." I said, letting her continue.

Four buttons undone.

"I know we've been through a lot but..."

Five buttons undone.

"I think it's time that we break up."

Six buttons undone and she stopped.

The silence was unbearable. Miku's hand stopped, and we didn't say anything. She stared at not my face, but probably my chest or something, while I stared at hers. I couldn't see her face, nor did I want to, because knowing what was going on in her mind and what was on her face right now was what I feared the most. I never confessed to a girl straight to her face; I always told her over phone, like I've said. Seeing them cry was the worst, the thing that makes me feel the guiltiest about breaking up, the thing that I've always avoided, the thing that made me feel that maybe I shouldn't break up, but knew that it was just pity.

I have to stop acting like this.

I turned to look at Miku's face, and to my surprise, she wasn't crying.

She was angry.

"I knew it." she muttered, her eyes turning dark and angry-like. I moved away from her cautiously, somehow worried about her tone of voice. "I knew it…" she said again, sitting up with her head hanging down. I watched her mouth form from a slim line to a grin, a very, very small grin, and for a moment, I was actually scared.

Neither of us moved, and I felt my heartbeat pick up faster, just waiting for her actual reaction. It seemed like forever, and I was wondering if that was it, but then she said one last time;

"…I knew it."

In an instant, I felt it coming, I knew what was going to happen, and it was that split second of peace and happiness where all the
flashbacks of the happy times run through your mind like amovie, but all of that is immediately destroyed in a second, obliterated
from whatever is happening in the moment, and it just hits you in the face.
It was just like a small object hitting a bomb; she exploded. then she swung her head up, small, tiny, tears flying from her eyes as she yelled,

"I knew you didn't love me!"

Frowning, I crawled back slowly, taken aback by this reaction as she started looking more furious.

"I knew it—you like that damn Kagamine girl!" she shook her head viciously and didn't face me, but I could hear all the strain in her voice, all the anger and sadness. "You said you didn't like her—but you do! It's so obvious! I knew it from the start—from that one day when you two were in the classroom together and—"

"Miku-chan, I—" I started to say, but she instantly slapped me in the face, the smack sounding as if it echoed throughout the room and my skin stinging as I held my hand to my cheek. I stared at her in astonishment, and saw that her face was red and puffy, and she was breathing loudly, at a fast pace.

"Don't you 'Miku-chan' me!" she shouted, her small, sweet voice turning into something more ugly and hateful. "It's no use denying it, Len-kun!" With tears streaming down her face and all that anger coming towards me, I was a total lack of words—I had no idea what to say.

And then her last three words just struck me, leaving me absolutely speechless—

"I hate you!"

And then I ran.

The words echoed in my head as my feet pounded against the pavement—my flip-flops long behind me, lost and strayed somewhere on the now-empty streets. The soles of my feet hurt with every step I took and they burned against the rough surface of the road, but I kept running, even if it meant I'd return in seconds. I just had to run away.

I never expected something like that—I have never heard anything like that. Most girls gave up on the fact I broke up with them and just continued to ask me to sleep with them. I always agreed to it, because, well, why not? I was a player. I still am.

But I love Rin.

That's what I thought. That's what I think. Am I still so positive about this? I mean—how do you know?

I'm not the type of guy for romance—I'm just your average, horny teenager boy who likes to mess around with girls and happens to have amazing looks.

…Okay, so maybe I'm not average, because, even I must admit, I am very…odd, but that part aside, I am pretty average.

Who's to say what love is? It's a…a…a feeling. An emotion. Some sort of intangible thing that we all have or want to experience. And this isn't supposed to be some sappy and crappy love lecture, but…

I am just so confused.

About love, that is.

I approached Rin's house once again, taking great relief into the fact that the driveway was empty. I don't know what I would do if her parents came home, but if they did... Well, it'd be real bad, so I'm going to pray it never actually happens.

I shuddered once I reached the stone steps to her front door, as I realized my flip-flops were not where they should be—on my feet—and opened the door with a silent creak. I peeked in and looked around carefully, and then stepped in, the same, homey scent flooding my nose and the same, cold marble tiles chilling my bare, clammy feet. I panted slightly as I walked up the stairs, trying not to make a single sound, and with much effort to be silent, reached Rin's bedroom. I walked in and closed the door quietly, hoping that she's a heavy sleeper, and sighed when I saw her still resting peacefully and quietly.

I walked over to her side of the bed and stared at her face, her eyes closed but her mouth slightly open so she could breathe. All those breaths she took were quiet and soft, and it felt so good to hear them because that way I knew she was real and not just some mirage or fragment of my imagination. Her eyes neatly closed made her seem so peaceful and calm, unlike how she usually was—on edge and annoyed. It relaxed me to see her like this, but at the same time, I felt uneasy, because she looked so beautiful when she was asleep. Not to sound like some old pedophile, but it's true.

Her honey-blonde hair was as soft as ever, and I don't know if it was just me, but she seemed to look so unreal, like she was from some painting or magazine, or some type of photoshopped picture or whatever—but she just looked amazing.

I tried to fight it, but lost to my urge—

I leaned down and gently kissed her.

It lasted about 2 seconds; one for me to re-think what I was doing, and the other to enjoy the feeling of it. It wasn't a lot of time, but there's all that killing I would have to go through if Rin woke up, and then I would never get another chance to kiss her, so yeah, don't be hatin'.

I leaned way and looked at her one more time, my face expression showing nothing but an awkward frown with a very small amount of blushing, but with hopeful confidence, I said to her and myself, almost inaudible and completely silent, half-sure she wouldn't hear subconsciously;

"I love you, Rin."

-CHAPTER 13: END-

A/N: Kerii-tan: And that's that for chapter 13...
We all knew he was going to break up with Miku
at one point, right? And was it just me, or was that a
total yandere!miku moment or what? xD
And yeah. I think we established the fact that Len is
a perv and is sort of creepy BUT WE ALL LOVE HIM
ANYWAYS... - w-;;
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