"You're seriously coming to school with me?" Rin asked, still incredulous.

"Of course. I need to keep an eye on my lover at all times." I reply.

An expression mingled with protest and discontent spreads across her face. It's her fault for wanting to continue high school, despite my offer of a personal tutor. Stupid, annoyingly cute girl.

Unfortunately, her dumb friends are at the gate waiting for her. Their eyes narrow at the sight of me and immediately, whispers start flying between their spit-filled mouths and unwashed ears. I'll have to make sure to slice off those ignorant lips before driving my knife through their ribs.

Class 2-A? So Rin is a good student. Luckily for me, her friends aren't. Other than the girl with fish hair, it's just me and my doll in the back row. There was a nerdy boy in the seat next to her. Not anymore. Now it's mine.

The teacher is a young man with light brown hair and glasses. He couldn't be over thirty. His good looks are suspicious. If he gets between Rin and I…

"Good morning, class! Today we have a new student. Please welcome Kagamine Len." He pleasantly drawls in a light voice.

I get out of my seat and saunter over to the front. In an instant, everyone's eyes are on me and I can already hear squeals coming from the girls. The female students ogle me with lovesick faces while the males are already judging with both jealousy and admiration. Figures. As if I give a crap about those shallow masses.

"Just stay out of my way and I won't bother you." I truthfully mutter to the class.

More squeals. Great. I place my hand in my pocket and grip the cold steel of my switchblade. The small but deadly weapon fits perfectly in my palm and I ache to use it.

I do a quick scan of the room. Plenty of desks and cabinets, large enough to fit a person in. The students are coarse and rowdy. True peasants in the presence of my delicate princess. So far, they do not pose any sort of threat other than pungent body odor.

Without another word, I sit back down. The lecture is boring and tedious. I've already learned everything the teacher drones on about years ago. Public education is always dragged down by the stupid.

Still, it gives me an entire hour to observe her without notice. The sunlight streams in and illuminates her flaxen hair, giving it the appearance of a halo. My heartbeat quickens at the sight of it, despite my hatred of the sun, as if it's mutinying. She pays rapt attention and takes neat notes, her crystal clear eyes fixated on the teacher.

Aren't you paying a bit too much attention to that man?

Instantly, the teacher lands a spot on my victim list.

Perhaps the only thing good about schools are their uniforms. The girly sailor suit exposes her bare arms, legs, and neck. I long to reach out and stroke the creamy skin enveloping her thin bones. Some parts are almost translucent, revealing pale blue veins underneath a layer of white coating.

Everything about her was petite. From her frame to her personality, I found myself comparing her to a small rabbit. The big, childish bow she wore on her head only extenuated the resemblance.

Now would be a good time to sketch her. But as I reach for a pencil, the bell rings and I am forced to follow her out the door.

Leaning against the wall, I stop her with my arm. "What's next on the schedule?"

Her small hand pushes away my forearm with minimal force. "Lunch."

Already? That period passed by much quicker than I thought. Does this school not have separate teachers for each class? Well that saves time for the students.

Her friends happily greet her at their lunch table and sit down. They stiffen upon seeing me and some of them stand up when I go to sit by her.

"What do you think you're doing?" Exclaims a well-built boy with long purple hair, a bit like a girl.

"This hardly concerns you, inferiors. I am here for Rin only." I bluntly state.

This seems to anger them. The frustrating bluenette siblings face me head on with identical glares.

"You're just some crazy psycho who should be locked up in an asylum! Leave Rin alone!" The pigtails screech.

"I-It's fine, Miku. Just…as long as he doesn't bother us. Don't anger him." Rin warns. Smart girl.

"No way in hell! I'M queen bee around here and you will do as I say in MY school! Leave!" Miku's voice escalates and some heads turn.

Annoyance flickers in me and my fists tighten. Who does this bitch think she is?

"What are you waiting for?! Go!" She screams.

Miku raises a hand to hit me and I catch it with ease. What dumb, delusional trash. Her voice gets on my every nerve. Rough, shrill, and dripping with false sweetness.

She yanks her hand away from my grip and starts to get into an aggressive stance. Idiot.

Suddenly I copy exactly what Rin inflicted upon me during our first meeting. I slap the imbecile hard across the cheekbone. She stumbles back and clasps her hands over the reddening spot, tears of pain welling in her eyes.

Now the whole school is watching.

"Len!" Cries Rin. Her words barely resonate in my head and I ignore her.

"Hey! That's my little sister, you insane bastard!" The boy yells.

He grabs me by the collar and sends a hard punch straight to my face. Blood spurts out of my nose and I glower at him, eyes flashing.

In an instant, I pull the knife out from my pocket and aim for his gut. Raising the blade to gain momentum, the boy has only a second to register his terror before I stab him.

My knife stops a millimeter from his side when a pair of thin arms wrap around my upper body, yanking me back just with enough force to keep me from making a kill.

Rin fiercely tackles me from behind, holding onto me with all her strength to keep me from lashing out. I breathe heavily with adrenaline and rage, but calm just the tiniest at her touch.

"Get away from my friends, Len!" She cries with a muffled voice.

Teachers are running towards us. I quickly snap my knife shut and jam it into my pocket. Grabbing her wrist, I make a run for it while dragging her with me.

She shrieks and tries to squirm away but I hold her firmly as we sprint.

"Shut up or I'll take you with more force!" I yell.

I yank open to door to the nearest room, which happens to be the janitor's closet, and shove us both in. The janitor is actually still in there, startled out of his mind when we barge in.

I pull a hundred dollar bill from my shirt pocket and fling it at the man. "Go."

He readily takes the money and scampers away, chuckling to himself and muttering "Kids these days." as he leaves.

I lean heavily against the wall to catch my breath and take a moment to appreciate the close proximity between us.

Then she scowls at me. "How could you attack my friends like that?!"

"Are you surprised?" I wryly respond.

"Well…I-I not exactly. But don't you dare do anything like that again! I swear to god, I'm going to report you to the police!" She exclaims.

Despite the magnitude of her anger, I can only find her amusing and cute.

"Whatever." As if I'd stop.

She glares a bit longer before her angry eyes start to melt with tears. Slowly, she sinks to her knees and tries to stop her sobs with no avail. Her hiccups and sniffles fill the quiet room and I watch her with interest.

"You're-you're just…Do you even know how horrible my life is thanks to you? You stalk me and torture me, now you're even targeting my best friends. And-and I'm practically stuck with you because you magically have all this power just because you're rich and it's not fair! Rinto-nii…I missed seeing Rinto-nii for the last time because of you!" She stops a moment to suck in air.

"It's all your fault! I hate you so much! Why can't you just leave me alone?!" She weeps.

Now that's not any way to speak to your love. But still, her words ring in my ears. Let her cry and protest all she wants. Rin is but a mere doll of my affections. In the end, I am still her master.

"L-Look…" She starts again, but with a different tone. "I know you're messed up with like, you're childhood and stuff…And I guess I don't blame you entirely, but please leave me out of your life. Get help or something."

"What do you know about me?" I cautiously ask. My breathe hitches and I panic just the slightest. Is this what she was talking about with my late-chef? What does she know?

"Only…that you had a crappy dad and your mom is dead. Sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out that harshly." She seems a bit taken aback by her own apology.

"No…euphemizing things is a way of fleeing from the truth. It is no way to live." I murmur.

After a minute or two, her sobs begin to dwindle and she rests against the wall, exhausted. Her puffy, red eyes still manage to sparkle with beauty and innocence.

I take advantage of the tight space and move forward. With my knees on either side of her waist, I close the gap between us and place my hands by her head on the wall.

"You know, I really do love you." I whisper.

A droplet of blood trickles from my bruised nose and drips onto her white shirt, splattering it with ruby red liquid.

"Then let me go." She pleads.