Hello guys~

Okay, I'm definitely happy with this story. It turned out better than I had to think I got the plot from a packet we were working on in Language arts class. Wow, I finally learned something there! So, I based this story on two songs. Can you guys guess? I mean, one of them is obvious, but the other... can be quite hard to spot.

I'll give a virtual cookie and a banana to whoever can spot both songs first!

Okay, time for the Disclaimer~ Ahem-

Dio: Already? Didn't I tell you to write more in your intro?

Salhe: Oh shi- This is my editor-sama, guys and girls. He's the reason "you" isn't spelled "u"

Dio: Yes; and I'm also your future husband. Never forget that.

Salhe: ... Would you just do the disclaimer?

Dio: Sure. But, I'll make sure to not to "Disclaim" you in bed.

Salhe: ...

Listen, y'all! I hereby proclaim (or disclaim, whatever) that the writer of this story, Salhe, does not own vocaloid in any way. If she did, Len would not be a virgin, Rin would be her best friend, and Kaito would be her man-whore.

That rose was the most beautiful in the little prince's garden.

No matter how many flowers he planted, they would never surpass its beauty.

The pale, yellow petals were always shining in the sunlight of the royal palace's Hanazono, just like the prince's own hair. The inside of the rose was a cerulean color, the same color of the prince's eyes, and the small, twisted stalk which supported the fragile flower was always straight and erect, much like the prince's posture.

In a way, the little rose was almost like the prince's twin.

Aside from being the loveliest, it was also the oldest. That rose had been planted by his mother on the day of his birth, as a sign of good luck for the rest of his life.

So, it had lived for sixteen years.

He had become attached to that flower, spending time alongside it every day.

He even went as far as to give it a name; a signal that the flower was an important part of his life.

Rin.

Once, a servant had approached him, asking what the rose's name meant. The prince gave her a slight glare, and an answer that would satisfy her curiosity:

"You know my name, correct? It is Len Kagamine, Len meaning left, and Kagamine meaning mirror-sound. Well, my rose's name is Rin, meaning right. Get it now?"

No one was ever to mess with the prince when he was talking to Rin. It was forbidden, and upon breaking this rule, punishment was severe. And, if the young prince wasn't in a good mood, the punishment could also result in death. That was why, whenever the prince exited the Kyūden in order to enter the Hanazono, all of the servants- and even some of the royal members themselves- were rushed into the naya and were not allowed to leave until Prince Len left the garden. If they were lucky, Prince Len would have a quick chat with Rin. But, if Len had a lot on his mind, they'd be forced to spend all day inside the crude naya. They had all learned to be patient on days when Len took his time. All of the servants had been taught that the prince was quick to anger, never missing his chance to strike when he felt the need to. One servant, Haku Yowane, had learned this the hard way.

She had been a newbie back then, recently sold to the royal family in exchange of cattle for her family. She hadn't been one of the smartest girls back then, so, she made the decision to walk around the lovely Hanazono. As she approached the middle of the garden, she saw a small boy –about twelve years old or so- speaking to somethingnot visible to her. As she got closer, she noticed he was speaking to a rose!

"Oh Rin, today was such a bad day. Obachan whipped me because I didn't eat my broccoli. Does that ever happen to you when you don't eat your broccoli?" The boy asked the rose, petting the yellow petals slowly. He waited for a few seconds before giggling.

"You eat all your food? Even the yucky greens? Ew!" He said, making gagging noises. Haku took a step back. Was this child insane? Speaking to flowers wasn't normal, at least not for her. She was about to run, but her white kimono became stuck on a small Zō, making her shriek and tumble. She knew she was in trouble when the boy's gaze shot over towards Haku.

"Oh- um- wha- Hello…?" She mumbled, fumbling with her hair. The boy stood up, his eyes covered by the shadows of his bangs.

"Why, you… Of all the people that would bother me… you, a servant, spying on me and Rin! Cyo-mukatsuku!" The boy yelled, his face full of rage. Yaku watched in horror as he approached her, lifting his hand until it was right next to Haku's cheek.

And then he slapped her.

Again and again, until Haku's cheek was red as a tomato, and her eyes stung from the tears. Her lip was bleeding, due to her having bitten trough it. The prince then smiled.

"Did you enjoy that? Being touched by the prince? I'm sure you feel honored. Most women have to pay to have this kind of treatment, you know." He said, sliding his fingers against Haku's sore cheek. When she didn't answer, he grabbed her kimono and threw her against the ground.

"You must speak when you are addressed. Or do you want me to further discipline you?" He asked, kneeling alongside her head. She shook her head, sobbing.

"Hmm? I didn't hear a word come out of your mouth. Do you, or do you not?"

"N-no, my prince….." Haku whimpered, shivering. The boy smiled and took Haku's face, kissing her cheek tenderly.

"Good girl! If you behave this good all the time, I might not have to hurt you too much. Bai bai, Oneechan!" Len said, standing up and skipping towards the house. Haku had lain there all night until a guard found her, and since that day, she never crossed paths with the prince-or, at least she tried not to.

That, and many more accidents, was what made the prince so scary. But, that was what added the air of mystery to his presence as well. Everyone who met him was captivated the atmosphere he created. Many girls had been presented to him, hoping to become his spouse. But, whenever he heard the girl's true intentions, he always rejected them.

Though, a rumor circulated around town, that the prince was interested in girls with blond hair, and blue eyes.

So, all of the girls with those characteristics were always sent to him. And he would always take the girls in; yet, he always found a way to send them back once he was tired of them.

And that, was how he had acquired the nickname, "Aku no Musuko"

All of the people had come to know him as that, only because he was a player. He always used his beauty to lure girls in, and then, just as they thought they had him hooked, he forgot them and lusted after the next girl. No matter the girl's beauty, he would always leave them.

No one had ever dared ask why Len would do such a thing. He didn't do it because he wanted to; no, he did it for one reason, and one only.

He wanted to find a girl as beautiful as his little rose, Rin.

It was always the same. He'd find a girl who he adored, he'd take her to the Hanazono, and then, when he compared the lovely girl to the lovelier Rin, the girl would always appear boring and bland. And so, he would end it right there. And he would always end up apologizing to Rin for being like this, for cheating on her with an ugly girl.

And as always, he'd be ignored by his little Rin.

He would mope around for a few days, until a girl was sent to him, and the cycle began again.

And again.

And again.

Whew~was that good? I've had ten people proof read it, yet I still think that I've written too little. What do you think, Dio?

Dio: Ugh. We fooled around too much last night, I'm sleepy.

Salhe: DIO! Don't worry, viewers. "Fooling around" mean we had a tickle war. I'm dead serious.

Dio: So you say... *Yawn* C'mon, it's 10:00. Let's sleep.

Salhe: You sleep; I have to do my homework, which I put off in order to write this.

Dio: *Snore*

Salhe: Rude. But anyways, Review please!

Oh, and by the way, here are the meanings of the Japanese words:

Hanazono: flower garden

Kyūden: palace

Naya: outhouse

Obachan: grandmother

Zō: statue

Oneechan: big sister