A/N: Kerii-tan: ...I would just expect that I update every month or so.
SO this chapter came out pretty...surprising. More plot-important than I thought.
things kind of really come together here. you'll see.
I got kinda lazy with the BS thing and all that. Partly why this update is so late.
Also, Rin and Len are a couple now. ;O
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Vocaloid/UTAU.
Warning;; language! and maybe errors too (even though I read it through?)
Chapter 28- Rin's POV
"God dammit, Len…!"
"What?"
"You suck!"
"Haha."
"I MEAN IT."
"Are you jealous?"
"Hell no!"
"Do you want me to share some of my winnings with you?"
"YOU'RE MOCKING ME NOW; DAMN YOU!"
"Okay, okay, you guys." Miki interrupted with a heavy sigh. "It's 3 in the morning; let's calm down."
I huffed loudly, crossing my arms. "…Right. Right, well, I'm tired and cranky, so Len, get out so Miki and I can sleep."
"You're only cranky 'cause I won BS."
"Shut up, Len."
"I'm going, I'm going…" Len laughed as he stood up, opening the door. "Night, Miki; night, Rin."
Miki rolled her eyes as a response and I mumbled 'good night' back. I caught Len's eyes by accident, and he grinned at me, while making a heart sign with his hands.
God, that's embarrassing.
I (somehow reluctantly,) made the same sign at him, not facing his direction.
I heard the door close and I dropped my hands to my sides, fighting the feeling of heat spreading across my cheeks.
"C'mon, Rin. You can take my bed." Miki told me from across the room, and I sighed, pushing myself up from the floor.
"'Kay, thanks. Are you sure?"
"Yeah, it's fine. The floor's comfier anyways."
As I settled under the fluffy covers of Miki's bed, she turned off the lamp and we both laid silently in the dark. Minutes ticked by on the clock above the door, and the trees were rustling outside, the leaves scratching the window softly. By the pace of Miki's breathing, I could tell that she was still awake. I felt like there were some unsaid words going on in the room, like she wanted to say something but wasn't planning on telling me or anything. I was going to just ignore it, but then she spoke silently.
"Rin, are you sure you love Len?"
Is what she asked me.
"Of course." I answered simply, not moving my position. "Of course I do; why do you think I've been so emotionally unstable these past few months? Because of Len, that's why."
Miki was quiet for a few seconds. "W-Well, I mean…"
"Listen, Miki," I said, flipping onto my side, facing her. She was looking away, though. "I remember what you told me a while back. About how I shouldn't fall for Len and all that, yeah? Before that whole challenge I made with him and stuff?"
She made a noise of acknowledgement.
"Well, I don't forget it. But I think that over time, Len's kinda' changed. Definitely; I mean, he's still annoying and I still wanna' slap him in the face sometimes, but he isn't all flirtatious as he used to be. And that's a good thing, right?"
"I…I guess that's right." Miki replied with a sigh. "It's just, I can't trust that guy. I've only known him for a few years since I got adopted into this family, but he's just…"
"I knew him for about my entire school life career, and I hated him for about 99% of the time." I retorted with a snort. "He may turn out to be a total bastard and completely turn on me, but…"
I left my sentence lingering. I felt that there was something I wanted to say that I couldn't put into words.
It's true that Len flirted with me a lot before, and he was a complete and total playboy. And he was annoying, but that hasn't really changed. I think that basically, since we got to know each other more and more, I unintentionally changed his attitude towards things.
Which is a good thing.
And he changed me too. I mean it. I'm not even lying about that; I'm not even denying it. I think he made things for the better and the worse, but I won't hold that against him. I think I have a soft spot for people like him; he goes around and changes for one girl because he loves her so much. He's so caring about her and he would do anything for her.
God, is he unbelievable or what.
But if I don't believe him, he gets so legitimately depressed. So I have no choice but to trust him right? Love is like jumping a cliff; you can take the risk and jump off the edge and freefall with the chance that you might die, or you can just stay at the top of the cliff and never feel the thrill of falling so far…
Was that even a good comparison? I don't even know if it made sense, sorry. Ignore me and my weird philosophies.
…See? There, see? Len's also infected my head. And my heart. He's infected me with some drug—like, some twisted drug called love. But the thing about this is that it's true love so it kind of makes things worse. A lot worse. Hell, I might not even make it out of this alive. Len is going to kill me with his love. I am going to die of lovesickness. Or something.
I'm still not making sense. My point.
"Well, Rin," Miki began again, after I snapped out of my little monologue. "If you trust Len, then I guess that's all that really matters… G'night."
I answered with a "yup…" and sighed, rolling onto my back.
From there, we were silent, so I pondered about the day's events for a long time. It all felt like a week. One day, I'm in the play, performing to the entire school, and then the next, I'm being attacked by some pyscho chick, almost slit at the throat by her.
And then the next after that, Len and I have confessed to each other.
I mean, really. How is it possible that all that could have happened in a day? How could ANY of this have happened in a few months? It just seems so surreal or something. It's like I'm in a shock; I still can't believe it.
Oh, stop it, Rin, I told myself with a silent huff. Len's your boyfriend now. Quit being so depressed; he knows how you feel now, so it isn't even worth hiding it.
Feeling a bit nervous for some unexplained reason, I turned onto my side and closed my eyes.
x+=+x
"Len, you're so stupid; it's 'their', not "there"!" I groaned, smacking his essay with the back of my hand.
"I know that!" he countered in a whiny voice, grabbing it from my grip and started to scribble something on it with a pen.
"I just forgot." He added, and I snorted.
"Right."
"Len, Rin!"
Miki's footsteps were heard as she ran down the stairs and entered the kitchen. Len and I faced the doorway immediately, in surprise.
"What's up?" I asked, leaning back against the stool curiously.
"You look like you just ran away from a herd of bears." Len pointed out and Miki glared at him.
"Shut up, Len, and it's a sleuth of bears, idiot." She told him, and he rolled his eyes. She then faced both of us with an exasperated look on her face. "Mikuo just texted me—he mentioned something about his sister and—"
"What? !" Len and I both cried out, slamming our palms against the table top and standing up, at the same time.
Miki recoiled for a second, but then added, "Y-Yeah, and he said he was going to come over here in a few—"
At that very moment, a loud ringing echoed throughout the house; we all jumped in surprise.
"That… That must be him," Miki breathed, and Len and I looked at each other.
"Well," I said, "Better go answer it."
"…Right."
She ran over to the door and opened it, letting Mikuo in. Meanwhile, Len and I exchanged suspicious looks.
"What do you think Mikuo said about Hatsune?" I asked him in an undertone, leaning in close to him.
He shrugged, glancing behind him and then back to me. "I'm not sure." He said. "It must be urgent, though."
"Must be. Man… After hanging with that guy for a few months, you completely forget that they're related…" I awed, and Len laughed.
"We've been friends for a while."
"Hatsune sat behind me in Miss Haku's class. She always threw paper at me; that bitch."
Now that Len and I were together, I felt like I had no reason to feel guilty about dissing his ex.
Not like I did in the first place.
"Aw. I'm sorry about that…"
"No you're not."
"Haha."
Before I could slap Len on the head, Miki and Mikuo came into the kitchen, talking in hurried voices.
"My mom told me then—"
"Waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait." I interrupted loudly, and Mikuo looked at me surprised.
He smiled, "Oh, afternoon, Rin. You're still here?"
"Obviously. But hey, start over from the beginning!"
Len nodded in agreement, and Mikuo sighed.
"Well, okay. So, when I came home this morning, my mom instantly attacked me into a hug when I walked into the house, saying that something was terrible."
"What was?" Len asked, and Miki nudged him.
"Let him finish, you idiot." She told him as she took a seat next to me.
"She said that Miku—my little sister; she's in your class—would be attending a boarding school because—"
"What? !" Len exclaimed in legitimate shock, and I fist-pumped, throwing my head back.
"YES! GOD, YES! THANK THE LORD!"
Mikuo laughed weakly, and smiled a bit. "My mom was told that Miku had been ah, bullying several of her classmates so she was expelled…"
I was one of them, I thought.
"She deserves it." Len said quietly, and I laughed.
"Ha. Damn straight, Len."
Mikuo only kept smiling at us quietly.
"So who else was she bullying? Do you know?" Miki asked curiously, and I nodded.
"Yeah, go on, tell us!"
Mikuo looked up in thought, rubbing his chin. "Erm… Now who was it; there were a lot of girls, but some of them were in your class, I think. Their names escape my mind at the moment, but I have—oh here, I'll show you." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, which he handed over to me. As I opened it over, Miki and Len leaned over, looking over my shoulder.
"Oh my God." I breathed, as I observed the piece of paper, my heart dropping into my stomach.
"…No way." Miki whispered, and Len gasped loudly.
"Woah, hey…"
"Do you know any of them?" Mikuo asked, and I stood up, pointing to the piece of paper.
"You bet I do! These girls are in our class! Heck, some of them were even in Hatsune's little chick clique!"
"Wait, but I know that girl—" Miki pointed to a girl's image; she had sharp, amber eyes and blond hair pulled back into a high side ponytail. "She—she was the one who, er—"
"I dated most of these girls a while back, too…" Len interrupted, a serious look on his face.
"And hey, Sakine's on here—weren't she and Hatsune fighting all the time?"
"Neru's here too. Miki, how do you know her?" Len asked his sister, pointing to the corresponding picture and turning to her. Miki's face crumpled into something awkward, and she looked down.
"E-Er, well… She was the one who, uh…" Miki pulled up her sleeve slowly, revealing a bunch of scars on her arm. A lot of them were healing, but some of them looked like they really hurt, as if someone took a knife and just slit her wrists and bare arms carelessly.
But Len's face was even more startling. He seemed so shocked that I thought he was going to like, faint or something. I stared from Miki's arms to Len's face—what was going on here that I had no idea about?
"Miki, why are your arms…?"
"Is that what happened? !" Len shouted at Miki, who jumped in surprise. "You didn't tell me the—"
"I didn't want anyone to know, Len!" she yelled back, fear on her face. "It's just—I didn't want to get anyone involved—I knew I heard her name before; that blonde girl mentioned Hatsune Miku once when I was alone at the café, saying that I was the one who had been hurting her—"
"Say what." I frowned, and Len was completely speechless, but his face said it all. He was really stunned, if not almost to tears.
"I-I…" Miki stuttered, staring at the floor at a loss for words.
"Miki," Len grabbed her arms lightly but firmly and said in a hurried voice, "please, tell me what happened that day."
"U-Um, let's see; I was working in the café, it was night… I was washing the tables, I think, and um… Oh, what else; then what's-her-face—"
"Neru."
"—Neru—walked in, asking me for information on you and Rin, like if you two were going out or something, if you guys liked each other—"
"What!" Rin practically screeched, grabbing her head. "Aw, damn it. And what did you tell her? !"
"I said I didn't know anything, since I hadn't talked to you in weeks. Then I accidentally suggested for her to ask you for information herself—and then she…"
"Don't tell me," Len said quietly, letting go of her arms and walking a few steps forwards, then holding his forehand with his hand. "It must have been Meiko. She was the one hurting Hatsune; those two hate each other, because of me—and then Hatsune, she attacked Rin—"
"Holy shit, this is so confusing, what is going on here." I interrupted, and Len shook his head quickly.
"No, this makes sense—that's why Hatsune attacked Miki, she wanted answers. And she attacked Meiko too, because she also liked me. That's why Miki said that it was my fault she had all those bandages on her arm, and Neru was doing all of Hatsune's dirty work, and then she attacked Rin weeks after… Oh my God…" Len breathed, out of breath as he sat down in a chair, slumping like he was exhausted.
"All of this was your fault?" I asked Len in surprise, and he looked at me weird.
"Well, yours too, since she knew that you and I were getting close. Hatsune was jealous of you and a lot of people; that's why she attacked you and them, don't you see?" he said with such a cold stare that it came to me instantly.
Even though there were parts that I was missing with this story, ones that I didn't quite understand, it all made sense anyways. How could I have been so oblivious to it all?
It was like my blood was ice. Chills covered my body as I remembered Miku's face from the day before, the way she screamed at me, saying that Len didn't love me, that no one would love me; how she deserved his love instead of me—
That's why her face looked fake that day. That one day—when we were discussing the play—her face looked…fake. Unreal. It was because she probably covered up all the cuts from whoever attacked her…
She has always hated me so much because she loves Len. I hated her because she was a stupid bitch girl who was a slut, but she hated me because of Len. And she hurt anyone who got in her way, or anyone that didn't listen to her orders.
The story somehow all made sense.
Mikuo looked at the three of us in confusion. "So uh, I take it you know what's going on here?"
"Yes!" We all said at once, and Len smacked his forehead.
"Great, what now?" He said aloud, and Mikuo tilted his head to the side, smiling.
"I'll be attending your high school in Miku's place, that's what."
-Chapter 18: END-
A/N: mmmmmmmm yeah
So I hope a lot of that made sense. Because this chapter pretty much concludes the attacking-arc. (yes this story has arcs. will make list later.)
Of course, if you all already knew the entire thing behind this by putting the pieces together...then well, it wouldn't be as so shocking (?).
But there's still a lot left to this story.
I wasn't going to mention it...but guys, just go read DANDELION. These two stories are supposed to be connected. You'll see; I haven't updated DANDELION in months, but while it's still ongoing and in considerable hiatus, I would read it. (Because I may drop it, even though it's a little important.)
And this story's like, more than a year old. Mannnn.
anyways, reviews please!
