Finally, his journey was near it's end. For years he spent days and restless nights researching and trying to figure out where a certain someone was exactly. After searching extensively for answers, he found himself at a large building in the middle of Los Angeles. Now that every challenge has been overcome there was still one more hurdle to overcome: his own emotions. He stared up at the tall building. To the average person, it was just another building in the city, but to him it was the end of his journey.

'Crypton Future Media Records' the newly cleaned sign on the building read. The man took a deep breath, his heart pounding. He asked himself if he was really ready for this and he reassured himself. He opened the double glass doors and stepped in.

"Can I help you?" the receptionist did not seem to be fazed by the man's deformity as it seemed that filing her nails were much more important.

"Uh yes, I'm looking for Len Kagamine." Just him saying his name alone made him begin to sweat.

"Do you have an appointment?" she asked, not even bothering to look him in the eye.

"Well, no. But I-"

"Sir, you need to have an appointment to be able to see him." Her voice became annoyed.

"Can I make one then?"

"All appointments are made by and approved by Crypton himself." She eyed him up and down, checking him out. "And I don't think that he'll approve some jerk off the streets, who wants an autograph signed for his daughter. Is that what you're here for? Many people do that."

"Oh no, you see I'm his brother. I'm Ol-"

"You're his brother?"She cut him off. "Yeah and I'm Oprah's sister." She snorted.

"But, I really am his brother."

"Uhh huh, yeah sure. You know how many bozos come in here pretending to be someone's brother or mother just to see someone famous? It's honestly getting ridiculous at this point!" She threw her hands in the air.

"I have proof that I am his brother," He began to reach into his pocket for his wallet. The receptionist took it the wrong way and began to call for security.

The man was escorted out and was warned to not return. Once again, he found himself staring at the tall building, thinking just how he was going to see him. He just sighed and sat down on one of the steps.

Though it was unknown to him, he was being watched. The figure was watching him since he stepped out of the taxi and continued to watch him while hiding in the bushes. They were intrigued, to them the man didn't seem like any ordinary fan. They gripped the camera that was in their hand tighter and reached for a tape recorder.

The figure stepped out of the bushes and went up to the man, startling him. "Excuse me, but I couldn't help but to see that you were kicked out of there, any reason why?" They spoke up.

The man looked up to see a young yellow-haired woman looking down at him. "Didn't have an appointment."

"Yeah, they rarely let anyone into there. Believe me, I have tried many times… while in disguise." She sat down next to him, flipping her side ponytail off her shoulders.

"They escorted me out when I tried to show them proof, but she must of thought that I was pulling out a gun or something. I feel very embarrassed about it now." He scratched the back of his head.

"Proof of what?" She raised a brow, who was this guy exactly? Was he new on the paparazzi scene and found something juicy? Is it about an affair or some creep shots of one of the performers at Crypton? Whatever it was, she wanted to know.

"That I'm Len's brother." He fished out a Polaroid from his wallet. "See?" He handed her the picture of when him and Len were in their teens.

She couldn't believe her eyes or ears. Len has a brother? In all of her four years of snooping and spying on him, she would have never guessed that he had any siblings. "So uh, what's your name?" She asked him, now noticing how he did bare a resemblance to Len.

"It's Oliver."

"Neru," she extended out her hand to which he shook it. "So, what exactly is your plan, You're just going to sit here and wait for him to come out?"

"Yeah, basically."

She could help but to laugh, "That's not going to work. They come in and out through a different door." She shook her head. "Plus I have a better idea; why not just go to his house?"

"You know where he lives?" He perked up, but then became very suspicious. "How do you know all this? And how can I trust you?"

"Well uh… I'm his… girlfriend." She lied, "Yeah we've been together for a year now." After her lie, she noticed his face sadden a bit.

"What happened to him and Riliane?" He seemed to be a bit hurt that his own brother would break up with his best friend. What a shame.

"We don't talk about her. Let's just leave it at that." She quickly dismisses the subject, before he could get a chance to see through her lie. The picture was still in her hand, "Hey Oliver. It's Oliver right? Well is it okay if I keep this picture? It just that Len looked so cute when he was younger." She really wanted to keep to picture for herself and not turn it into any tabloids or magazines.

"Oh well its the last picture we took together, so I would like to have it back. It means a lot to me." His hand was held out and she hesitantly returned the photo.

They got on the nearest bus that would take them near Len's neighborhood. During the ride, Oliver told Neru all about Len and a few of the adventures they had when they were children. Neru made sure that her tape recorder was on and took mental notes. Neru told Oliver all about her made up relationship with Len, which were really just her telling him her fantasies of going on dates with him. The bus finally stopped at their destination. They walked the rest of the way in silence.

"Well here we are," she stopped at the edge of the driveway, but Oliver kept going. That is until he noticed that she stopped.

"Aren't you going to come in?"

Neru knew that she couldn't come in. Sure there have been many times when she snuck into Len's home, even in broad daylight, but she wouldn't dare to do if she had a feeling if one of the Kagamines were at home and awake.

"Uhhh no, I just remembered that I have to uhh buy groceries. So uh yeah, bye!"

And just like that she ran off, leaving Oliver very confused. He was beginning to wonder if that girl even knew what she was talking about. He wasn't even sure if this house was his brother's. Well he was here and it wouldn't hurt to ring the doorbell and find out. Even if it was the wrong home he could always just say that he received the wrong address; no worries.

He was finally at the door and his forehead was sweaty. His shaky finger pressed the doorbell and he waited.

"Oh my God! I can't believe that Kim is not really his wife!" Luka exclaimed.

Inside the house, Rin and Luka were watching daytime soap operas. Various snacks were laid across the table as the girls were chilling on the couch.

"Yeah, but she's a lying bitch. She just wants him all to herself." Rin responded, popped another chip into her mouth.

The doorbell rang, causing Luka to jump.

"God, chill out Luka. It's just the door," Rin stood up, dusting off any crumbs that might be on her clothes. She headed her way towards the door.

"Hey hurry up, cause I think the commercials are almost over." Luka called out.

Rin went to turn the knob and her smile slowly faded. She blinked multiple times to be sure if who she was seeing was really there. It seemed that Oliver was feeling the exact same way, as he didn't expect Rin to be standing there, due to what Neru told him.

They both stared at each other for a few moments. They didn't hear Luka warning Rin that their stories were back on. It was Oliver who spoke up first, "Riliane? Is that you?" She looked so very different from the last time he saw her.

"Oliver?"

They stood there for a few more moments, still not believing their eyes. It wasn't until Luka came to break out of their seemingly staring contest. "Hey didn't you hear me? The show is back on. ...Rin, is everything okay? Whose that?"

They both snapped back to reality, "Oh well this is Oliver, Len's brother. Oliver, this is Luka, my friend and coworker." The two exchanged greetings and Rin let Oliver into the house. Before Luka could return to her show, Rin grabbed her arm. "Hey Luka," she said in a hushed voice. "I don't want to be rude, but do you mind leaving? This came out of nowhere and well… I have a feeling that things are going to get real awkward or real emotional."

"What? He seems like a nice guy and pretty cute too, despite missing an eye." Luka looked behind her shoulder, checking him out.

"It just that Len or I haven't seen him in almost a decade and well the last time Len saw him… Let's just say shit went down."

Luka understood, quickly collected her things, and left. "Sorry about the mess Oliver," Rin found him in the living room, taking in his surroundings.

"It's okay, I know you weren't expecting anyone." He watched her turn the TV off and hastily cleaned the table off in a hurry. "So how have you and Len been?"

"We been fine, we've been busy in the past few weeks though; we have a new album coming out and it's about halfway done."

"So Len finally achieved his dream, huh?" Oliver smiled.

Rin nodded, "He did."

"I'm proud of him. And to think mom and dad thought he would wouldn't amount to anything." he let out a laugh. "But mom is proud of him too."

"How is your mother doing?"

"She's been doing fine, she just misses Len a lot."

There was an awkward silence between them; neither one knew how to continue with the conversation. It has been nine years since they have last saw each other, so it was understandable that neither of them knew where to start. They sat on the couch, Rin kept eyeing the remote thinking that maybe the TV will be a good distraction. She sat there contemplating on what do, then she remembered the Len, the reason that Oliver is here, exists.

"I have to um… make a call." She excused herself.

"Are you calling Len?" Oliver asked to which she simply nodded, then slipped into the kitchen.

At first she tried calling the number for his office, hoping that he would be taking a break. When the call went straight to the voicemail box, she hung up and tried the front desk.

"Hello, thank you for calling Crypton Future Media Records."

"Ah yeah, Gloria. It's Rin, do you mind if you could connect me to the recording studio. I've been trying to reach Len."

"Ha! You're not to only one" The receptionist snorted, leaving Rin to wonder why her husband is so popular today. "I'll connect you, please hold."

The man who picked up the phone let her know that Len was in the middle of recording a song and that Len will get right to her when he is finished. She waited on hold for about five minutes, letting Oliver wonder around her home.

"Hey Riliane, dear?" Len picked up the phone, it was easily to tell that he was out of breath due to his heavy breathing.

"Len, you need to come home right now."

"Is everything okay?" Despite being on the phone, she could feel his smile fade.

"I'm okay, but I don't think you'll be okay."

"What are you even talking about? Just tell me whats going on."

"I can't, I don't want you to cause a wreck." She peeked into the living room, watching Oliver looking around the house.

"Oh my God, don't tell me you're pregnant." He gasped.

"No." She bluntly stated.

He mentally sighed, "Did you break something?"

"No, Len."

"Then tell meeeeeee." He whined.

"I can't. Just come home ASAP and wait for me to come get you."

"Ugh, alright." Someone was calling out his name in the background. "I gotta go; I love you."

"Love you too," and with that he hung up the phone.

She walked back into living room, "He'll be here in hopefully an hour. I didn't tell him nothing though."

"Awesome! I wanna see to look on his face when he comes home." Oliver stands up.

"I just hope he doesn't have a heart attack." A nervous laugh came from her mouth. She moved the curtains, so that she could peer out the window.

"So uhhh, why are you here?" Oliver asked. He was genuinely curious why Riliane would be at Len's house.

She stopped looking out the window, wondering what the hell he just ask. "Why am I here?" She repeated the question to which Oliver nodded. Her eyes looked around the room, still confused. "Uhhh… because I live here."

Now it was turn for Oliver to be confused, "So you and Len live together? Even though Len has a new girlfriend?"

Rin stayed silent, taking a while to process what Oliver just said to her. "Huh?" Was all that could come out her mouth.

"Yeah, the chick that took me here, implied that you guys had a nasty breakup and that she was his new girlfriend. She was also telling me how-"

"Stop," she interrupted him. "Was this chick Neru?" He stopped to remember exactly what her name was. He knew she said it multiple times, but he just forgot what her name was. "Bad blonde dye job, usually wears her wear in a side ponytail?" She jogged his memory. He smiled and nodded. "Yeah..." She rolled her eyes. "That's Neru. She's claims to be Len's biggest fangirl and well… I wouldn't be surprised if she was. But whatever she told you is bullshit."

"So you and Len are still together?" He asked and she nodded. "Oh gosh, I knew it." It did seem weird to him that Neru would take off like that and now he knows the reason why she did it. He gave her a squeeze.

She tapped him to let him know that he was crushing her. "Actually." She regained her breath and grabbed a picture off of the TV. "This is our wedding photo." He handed him a framed Polaroid picture of them on their wedding day.

"Wedding photo? When did that happen?" He took the photo, mouth agape.

"In '83."

They continued to talk more about her wedding day and how big of an adventure it was. The conversation went on for about another thirty minutes before Rin spotted Len's yellow corvette pulling into the driveway.

Rin ran out the front door and greeted him as he opened his car door. "Hi honey." She acted as nothing was going on.

"Hey. Sooo what's this about me getting home early?" He got out of the car and kissed her forehead.

"Weeeeellll first I'm going to need you to take a deep breath for me."

"Did you do something awful?"

"No, Len. Take a deep breath."

"Are you sure, because you're acting really weird and -"

"DEEP BREATH NOW!" She demanded and he complied. "Okay," she calmed down. "Deep breath out." She gave him permission to exhale and he did. "I didn't do anything and I have no idea how to prepare you for this." She rubbed her temples. "Well best to get this over with," She grabbed his and to led him to the front door. Len was a bit worried about what she had in store for him. It's not normal for her to act like this and only recalled one other time when she did act like that. And judging by the sweat on her hand, he was really wondering on what she was so nervous about.

At the front door with her one hand on the knob, she used her other hand to make a deep breath motion. He once again took another deep breath. Once inside, he saw the blonde man sitting at their couch. To him it made no sense; why would she be so worried about some random guy?

It finally made sense to him when said man turned his head to look at them.

Len's blood ran cold when their eyes meet. Now he understood why Rin was acting the way she was. Tears were beginning to form in his eyes. He forced himself to swallow back those tears. His arm was extended for a handshake, but even then he wasn't exactly sure what to do with his body.

Instead of accepting the handshake, Oliver wrapped his arms around his brother. It took a few long seconds, but Len eventually wrapped his arms around him. Once his arms were wrapped around his brother, Len's emotions finally burst the dam and hot tears were flowing. They pulled away, only for Oliver to laugh at Len's red face.

Rin took Len to the bathroom to clean up his face. "When did he show up?" He asked when she wiped his face with a warm washcloth.

"About an hour and a half ago. I called you when he first showed up." She wringed the washcloth into the sink.

He took a deep breath to recompose himself. "Did he tell you anything?"

"Just that your mother is doing fine." There was a pause. "Oh yeah, he has a funny story that he told me about Neru."

Len groaned, "Oh no… He ran into Neru?" He blew his nose to remove any remaining snot.

"Yeah, that's how he found our home. She also told him some very interesting things." Len rolled his eyes, pretty much knowing what she told his brother.

The two of them exited the bathroom, only to find Oliver with a scrap book in his hands.

"There is so much catching up that we have to do." Both Rin and Len were taken aback by how Oliver cut to the chase.

As it turned out, Oliver got married right after high school to a Korean foreign exchange student, named Siyu. Oliver told them that despite her name being spelled as S-I-Y-U, he spells it as S-E-E-U as a play on words. Len wanted to question Oliver if he married Siyu in order for her to gain citizenship, but kept it to himself once he found out just how head over heels Oliver is for her. As Oliver continued on with the scrap book, he told them that he and SeeU had two kids together, with the eldest being born a month after Rin and Len's wedding and the youngest just turning two years old a month ago.

"You wouldn't believe what little Siyu said to me before I left." Oliver gushed over his youngest child with Rin fawning over the children with him. Len just sat there, deep into his own thoughts not exactly paying attention to what Oliver was saying. "Hey… Len…. Are you listening?" Oliver nudged at him, making him pay attention.

"Hey, what did dad think about you marrying a Korean?" He bluntly asked, wondering if his father was still a terrible person.

Oliver's smile faded, "Exactly what you think, but he did eventually get over it… I think," His face scrunched up. "Do you want to know how he is do-"

"No." Len cut him off.

Rin sensed the awkwardness and quickly changed the subject. "Is that little Siyu for Halloween? What is she suppose to be?" She turned the page of the book.

"Oh that!" Oliver's face brighten up. "She's suppose to be a pumpkin; it was her first Halloween. Isn't she adorable?"

Oliver continued to gush over his children, going into every detail in their lives from bath time pictures to first day off school pictures, meal time pictures, and more. By the time Oliver finally stopped to take a breath, Len could've sworn that Oliver was involved in every waking moment of his children's lives.

"Now that I've talked about mine, where are yours?" He looked around for any signs of children that could be living there. But there wasn't even a single toy laying around on the floor or any stains on the furniture or carpet. He just assumed that they were at school and that Rin cleaned up after them.

"We don't have any." Len shrugged.

"Really, you have no children?" He asked, to which Len shook his head. "Wow! And the way you two use to fool around back in high school, you should be on kid ten by now!" Oliver jokingly exclaimed, causing Len to blush wildly.

"I hope we never have that many," Len tried to joke along with him, hoping that Rin wasn't listening in. Much to his dismay, the scrap book probably already got her hormones kicked into overdrive. He doesn't want Rin getting any ideas.

Oliver continued to catch Rin and Len up on what has happened over the years. Rin and Len did the same, basically telling him how exactly they got discovered and became famous. Hours went by and they only noticed what time it was when Oliver's stomach growled.

"Heh, I'm sorry. I haven't eaten since I got off the plane." Oliver nervously laughed, embarrassed by his stomach.

"No worries at all, we'll just have a pizza delivered." Rin got up to go order some food for them.

She came back and they talked for a bit. When the pizza man came, Oliver offered to accept the order. For the short time that he was gone, Len ran into the other room and came back with a whoopee cushion. He couldn't pass this opportunity up. Both Rin and Len were giggling as Len laid the whoopee cushion down on his seat. They both tried to stifle their laughter when Oliver came back.

Luckily for him, he noticed the cushion before he could sat down. Rin and Len couldn't hold it back any longer and bursted out laughing. "You guys haven't changed a bit!" Oliver exclaimed as he threw the whoopee cushion at Len.

Once the pizza was finished, they continued to talk for a few more hours, still trying to play catch up after nine years. Everything from car accidents, to moving to new homes were discussed and both brothers had a good idea of what the other was doing throughout the years. It was near eleven o'clock when Oliver decided to turn in for the night, stating that he had an eventful day.

"You Okay? You seemed off all day. I mean it makes sense that you are, but you seem extra extra off." Rin asked as she changed into her nightgown.

"I'm still in shock."

"I think we're all in shock, but neither of us has seen him in over nine years and vice versa."

Len rubbed his face, "I feel so guilty though," he sighed.

"About what?" She shot him a puzzled look.

"Ugh, I don't know. When he pulled out that scrap book; it made me realize how much I missed out. I mean I have nieces and nephews that I didn't even know existed until five hours ago!"

"Well now I bet the oldest one is now expecting a bunch of gifts to make up for all the missed birthdays and Christmases." Rin joked around and successfully made Len crack a smile.

"You know, I realized that my little brother isn't a kid anyone. In fact he's probably more mature than me. He has a family and everything." He sighed.

"Len, Oliver has always been more mature than you." She put a hand on her hip. "Ever since day two of meeting him, I could tell that he was more mature than you, despite that he was only four at the time." She crawled into bed and hugged his head. "But that's why I like you."

Len nuzzled his nose into her arm. "Don't get me wrong, I'm beyond surprised, and a good kind of surprised, when I saw him." Rin let go of him and let him snuggle into her. "mmmm, you're so comforting." He wrapped his arms around her.

She removed his ponytail and stroked his long hair, "Let's try to calm down and go to sleep." She used her other hand to turn the lamp off. They stayed in that position until Rin fell asleep with her hand in his hair.

Len could not sleep; he laid there drifting in and out of consciousness, but never fully reaching true sleep. It was about three in the morning when Len decided to go into the kitchen to look for a snack. The banana in the fruit bowl looked good to him, so he decided to plop his butt on the kitchen chair and began to peel the banana. About midway through his banana the kitchen door opened and Oliver came in.

"I thought I heard someone in the kitchen." Oliver quietly closed the door behind him.

"Couldn't sleep," Len made a muffled sound as he finished his banana.

"I thought you would be worn out because of me." Oliver took a seat next to Len.

"I am worn out; it's just that I feel guilty." Len admitted.

"Guilty? About what?"

"I dunno… probably about how I missed out on everything. Your wedding, your kids, every single holiday for the past nine years; I missed out on all of that." Len groaned, constantly rolling his eyes to fight back the tears.

"It's not your fault that you missed out. You didn't know; you were busy with your own life." Oliver laid a hand on Len's shoulder as if giving him permission to cry.

"I should've at least tried to call once. I mean I have called many times, but I always hang up as soon as someone picks up because I get so nervous." Len sheepishly played with his fingers.

"So that was you whose been calling us for the past three years?!" He pointed his finger at him. "You've been freaking mom out!" Oliver began giggling "To think that creep was my brother all this time!"

"I swear I'm not meaning to freak mom out. Its just that I get the courage, but as soon as I hear her voice I just freeze up."

"Were you the one also sending the gift baskets?" Len stayed silent, slowly nodding. "Oh my gosh all this time we thought that mom had a secret admirer. If dad found out it was you he'd be even more pissed off." Oliver noticed Len cringe. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't of brought him up." Oliver took a deep breath. "Does it still hurt?"

Len stared blankly at the kitchen tile, wishing that Oliver never brought him up. "Yeah," he managed to breath out.

"You know no one blames you for staying away. You had every reason to." Oliver sensed that Len didn't want to talk about it anymore. It just wasn't the right time for it. "Hey, how about this: we can visit you for Christmas or something? You can meet the kids and see mom again!" Oliver changed the subject to something more cheerful.

Len couldn't help but to smile, "Yeah, I'd like that."

They were silent for a minute until Oliver got up, "Well, I'm going back to bed," he yawned. He opened the kitchen door and stopped in his tracks, "You know, you shouldn't be so hard on yourself just because you-know-who did you-know-what to you. Things happen for a reason and look how well you turned out despite what happened. Before I do go, I just wanted to say that mom and I are happy for you; heck mom even owns every single one of your records, but that's a secret between her and I." Len saw Oliver smile at him and with that he left the room.

Len sat in silence for a while, thinking what Oliver just told him. After a few moments, Len buried his head into his arms and began to sob quietly.

He didn't know the exact reason why he was crying.

For some reason I like to write stories about family drama, especially about reuniting with family members. Don't hate me for that.

I also try to incorporate every vocaloid into my story even if they are just side characters. So for example My head canon is that Len's mother is Sweet Ann.

So I have about two other chapters in the 1000 word range, but I just have no idea on how to finish them up.

Thank you so much for reading.