Oh ho ho, so I have managed to get another chapter out pretty quickly. I'm rather proud of myself. Most of this chapter was written in bio class, PACE 2 class, and Geometry. only the last part was actually written at home. XD so there's a little bit of gore in the chapter; it's not super bad and detailed but if you get squeamish easily, you might want to not read it. I tried to make the part where it comes up as obvious as possible so that people can skip the details (not that there's a ton) and it won't mean you won't understand the story at all if you skip over that part. so yeah here it is! oh and there's a tiny bit of fluff at the end. don't worry I'l getting to the romantic fluff parts. ;)


Cleaning Duty

"Well, you ready to get started?" Mikuo broke the silence that had taken control.

I opened my mouth to reply, but nothing would come out. Not even a stupid little squeak! I snapped my mouth shut and nodded my head, my bow bouncing slightly with the movement.

All the cleaning supplies were stored in a tiny closet at the back of the room. We made our way to the tiny closet and pulled out the cart of cleaning supplies.

"It'd be easier to split the chores. I'll sweep up the floor," Mikuo was the only intelligent one at the moment.

"I guess I'll clean the chalkboard then." I grabbed the bottle of cleaner and a rag.

Mikuo dug around in the closet for a few seconds before he found the broom and dustpan.

Instead of standing around looking like an idiot, I carried my supplies up to the chalkboard. The clear liquid squirted onto the smooth green surface and bubbles formed where the cleaner had settled. I wiped the chalkboard down with as much force as I could muster. The board needed to be clean in order for the job to be done.

"I hope you don't mind me asking, but what happened in band today? You don't usually space out like that." Mikuo was talking in a bit of a louder voice since he was at the back of the room.

I felt my face heat up and I kept my eyes glued to the chalk board as I answered, "I was a little distracted. Nothing to worry about." Why did I have to say that last sentence out loud? He probably wasn't at all worried; he had probably just been curious.

Mikuo chuckled softly, but I still heard him. He grouped a tiny bit of trash together and said, "Well good because if something was wrong, I'm not very good at giving advice."

"I'm not so great at it either actually." I decided to keep this conversation going. "So has Len done anything worthy of being used for blackmail? You know, in case he threatens to tell anyone a secret of mine."

Mikuo let out a laugh at that. He was halfway across the room by now. "Sorry to say he hasn't done anything worthy of that." It didn't take him long to make it to the front of the room. The tiny pile had grown into a good sized mound of trash. "Ne, Rin could you step on the dustpan to hold it into place?"

Obviously because of the short skirt I couldn't bend down and hold it. "Sure." I set my own supplies down and held the dust pan firmly in place with my foot.

Mikuo swept the mound onto the pan and it took a few tries to get all the trash on the dustpan, but he finally managed it. Once it was all set, he did the gentlemen thing and took care of the dirt/trash.

I went back to cleaning the chalk board as Mikuo made his way to the other side of the room.

After I got the board all cleaned up, I made my way to the windows. "Man, these things are rusty." I was trying to open one a bit since it had gotten stuffy in the classroom. I took a deep breath and tugged harder on the window.

Because of my amazing stupidity my hand slipped and caught on the top section. A good sized gash was now bleeding profusely from the part of my thumb connected to my hand to my wrist. I yelped in pain and slammed the paper towel onto the gash which caused me to let out another yell of pain.

Mikuo had obviously heard me and rushed over to my side. "Rin, what happened to your hand!"

"Shit! Damn that hurts!" I could feel tears burning my eyes, but I wasn't about to let them win and look like a crybaby.

Mikuo gently grabbed my wrist, pulled it closer to him and removed the paper towel from my hand. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw the gash. "Let's hope the nurse is in." Releasing my wrist he motioned for me to follow him.

Blood was dripping from the wound and I held a fresh wad of paper towels under my hand so that it wouldn't drip on the floor. "I'm really sorry about this."

"Rin, why on earth are you sorry? It's not your fault," Mikuo argued with the need for my apology.

"I should've been more careful," I muttered under my breath.

Thankfully the nurse's office wasn't too far and a light was shining on the tile floor that from that room.

Mikuo knocked quietly on the door as we stepped inside (the door was already standing open). "Um, excuse me?"

A petite woman with orange/red hair that reached her rear turned around. She had an odd lock of hair that stood up on her head. Her name was Miki and she was said to be extremely nice. Her mouth opened to ask a question, but when she saw my hand, she instantly got to work. "What's your name?" She asked as she got a surgical needle and thread from a drawer.

"Kagamine Rin," I answered taking a seat on the hospital style bed.

"All right, Rin. I'm going to clean that up and while I'm doing that would you mind telling me what happened?" Miki took a seat beside me and firmly, but gently started to clean the gash.

"I was trying to open up a rusted window in the class, but my hand slipped and got cut instead," I explained my stupidity.

During all this Mikuo had silently taken a seat in one of the waiting chairs.

Once my hand was cleaned, Miki started stitching my hand up. "This will probably hurt a bit, but if you take some Advil it should help."

I flinched as she started stitching up my hand. This is exactly like in a manga or TV show; the girl gets hurt so the guy she likes ends up having to help her. Then, the thought hit me. What if this turned out exactly like in a manga? That would most certainly mean that a confession wasn't too far off. I did my best to hide a smile, which wasn't too hard considering my hand was being sewn up and it hurt like hell.

By the time Miki was done, I was ready to throw up this process was so gross.

"There you go. Now, you're going to have to keep your hand wrapped up in gauze. And sorry to say you won't be able to play your instrument for a few days. Movement for fingerings might reopen it and we don't want that happening," Miki instructed.

My mouth dropped open and my eyes just about popped out of my head. "What!" But I couldn't stand not playing my flute!" My flute was my life along with singing. It was a part of me and I didn't want that taken away.

Miki seemed to consider this for a few moments. "Well since it's your thumb I guess just one day will suffice. You don't move your thumb much, so just don't play tomorrow."

I sighed in pure relief my panic attack over. "I just had to get my left hand cut. Now I won't be able to do my school work for a while." At times like this I wish I was ambidextrous.

Mikuo laughed softly causing me to jump out of my skin. He had been so silent I had forgotten he was there. Standing up he said, "Thank you for taking care of her hand. I guess we'll be leaving now."

I followed him out of the office like a puppy following it's master. "Well, I'm pretty sure the classroom is done, so we could probably go home. After we get our stuff of course."

Mikuo nodded his head in agreement. "That sounds like a good idea. I'll walk you home; you know to make sure you don't run into any trouble."

I wanted to say he shouldn't come, but at the same time I was super mega happy that he was walking me home. Once we made it to the classroom, we walked to our desks and gathered up our stuff (instruments included). "I've got all my stuff."

"Same." Mikuo led the way out of the classroom and we walked down the hall side by side.

At first we didn't really say anything. "I don't want to sound nosey, but Miku-chan mentioned that your parents aren't home a lot." That was the only thing I could think of. I wasn't at all sure what I wanted him to say in response to that, so I was just kind of going with the flow at this point.

"Yeah, they're only home ten percent of the time, but it has it's advantages. Like for instance we get to decide our own bed time and what we're going to eat." Mikuo's face revealed that there were other things going through his mind as he thought about the fact that his parents were hardly ever home. The breeze played around with his teal hair, brushing it into his face. "So, what about your parents? They never seem to be home when I'm there, so is it the same case?"

"It's the exact same; I wonder if our parents are in the same business." I had meant it in all seriousness. It would make sense as to why both of our parents are gone so much of the time.

"That would be interesting if that were the case."

The rest of the walk to my house was done in a comfortable silence. The Hatsunes lived two houses over (meaning there was one house between our houses), so he didn't have to walk far at all to get back to his house.

When we reached my house I turned around to face him so that I could thank him for walking me home. Before I could even open my mouth to say anything, Mikuo grabbed my hand and lightly kissed the stitches on my hand. My face turned one hundred shades of red and I was too shocked to know what to say.

Mikuo looked up and smirked at my expression. Ruffling my hair he said in a light tone, "I'll see you tomorrow. Make sure to be careful with your hand." And with that farewell he was on the sidewalk walking to his house.

It took me a grand total of two seconds to recover before I dashed into the house, fumbling around with the lock since I was so flustered.

Len looked up from the TV when he heard the door fly shut. When he saw my red face, a look of slight concern crossed his face. "Onee-chan, are you okay?"

I gulped nervously pressing the hand Mikuo had kissed to my chest. "M-Mikuo k-ki-ki…Mikuo kissed my hand!" I shouted it out almost not believing that it had really happened.


Well well, looks like little miss Rin just went on a trip on cloud nine (no idea what that's even from). so this chapter was a lot of dialogue and might be a little long and boring, but hopefully it doesn't suck too bad. rate and review pretty please with a cherry on top! *gets dog to give big puppy eyes* trust me, my dog is amazing at giving the puppy eyes. She does it without even trying.