Ten Things Chapter 3: Thing 3, a vocaloid fanfic

Meh, no updates for quite some time. I apologize and am not giving a reason because that would merely be an excuse.

You can tell I'm Asian, since Rin is planning on being a doctor, lol.

Disclaimer: Why would I be on Vocaloid fanfiction then?

IN COLLEGE! THEY'RE IN COLLEGE NOW!

"When I first meet you, there was something about you that made me know that we would hit off, that we would want to be close, that we would end up dating. But I realize something now. It isn't something about you. It's just… you."

Some Years Later

"NO!" I screamed out loud, spewing my drink all over my faithful friend. She laughed and groaned at the same time, making some odd noise that has probably never been heard by humanity before. "Are you messin' with me?"

"No."

"So Gumiya really proposed?!"

"Yes!"

"AND YOU SAID YES?"

"YES!"

At this point we had both stood up and were holding onto each others arms. Gumi laughed gleefully and I quickly joined in, happy that my best friend's relationship was going so well. So happy that I failed to notice everyone staring until a couple of moments later.

"Oh, stop it! SHE'S GETTING MARRIED!" I screamed happily. There was a burst of laughter and a round of applause. "CAKES ON ME!" Another cheer.

"'Cakes on me'?" Gumiya asked with a giddy giggle.

"Well, I mean, I couldn't say drinks on me… we're at a cake shop, not a bar," I said happily.

"Whatever, my lovely lass. Actually, waiter, dear, do you mind getting me ten of your most expensive cakes?" I lightly slapped her on the back of her head. "Bad Gumi. No." We both took a sip of our drinks- Gumi's being coffee, mine being hot coco- and then a bit of the cake we were sharing- carrot, of course.

"Anyways, I have a question for you, Rin," Gumi said quite seriously.

With my mouth full of cake, I responded, "Shoot."

"Maid of Honor? Please?"

"I would be offended if you went to anyone else. I've already begun to plan in my head, don't you worry."

"So, old Gumiya's done already?" Len asked me as we both folded our laundry together. "I would have never guessed before that he would get married before I did." I laughed as I folded one of his Batman boxers.

We moved in together a year back, when our college life began taking a bit of toll on our relationship. I was studying to be a surgeon. Len wasn't sure of what he wanted to do, so he was majoring in business for now.

"Yeah, I was for sure that it would take years for him to pop the question. Who knew?" Len responded with silence, focusing on buttoning my plaid button-down and then setting it aside for it to be ironed. We continued in this fashion for a couple of minutes before Len shyly broke the silence.

"...You think that's going to be us one day?"

I dropped the pair of pants in my hand and stared at me, nervous butterflies suddenly bursting inside of my poor stomach.

"Yes… I think that is likely to happen," I replied. He smiled at me, and despite the fact that I was now a legal adult, I still blushed like a little school girl. While leaning over, he managed to knock over the stack of my underwear, but I didn't care.

It's amazing how good his lips felt against mine, even all these years later. It's amazing how the kisses still have those sparks, how I still feel those strange tingles in my body when I'm near him, how my heart is probably going to explode from beating so fast around him.

Of course, it's a total spoiler when you suddenly realize that one of your bras is stuck to his front, giving the impression of him having (very flat) breasts.

"What, you don't like them?" Len exclaimed, throwing his chest out as I pushed him away and began laughing.

"S-Shota-con!" I said with a wild laugh. He joined in, knowing that he was past that phase. Now his long hair extended past his shoulders, a little shorter than mine. I was forbidden to get a haircut because it would apparently weird him out if his girlfriend's hair was longer than his own.

"Let's have these days continue, shall we?" He asked, wrapping his arms around me, completely smushing the laundry. Unfortunately, I was prevented from scolding him due to the fact he had pulled me into another breath-taking kiss.

Not that I minded that much.

"Are you sure you'll be able to handle it, though?" Len asked, the typical "worried boyfriend" look on his face.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that along with MedSchool and having to help plan a wedding… it's going to be very hectic, isn't it? I don't want you collapsing."

It turns out Len was very good at predicting the future, because I did end up collapsing. One week later.

In the midst of the busy train station, I hadn't really realized that I was dizzy- all I knew was that I had a nonstop headache, and had forgotten to eat dinner. And suddenly I had gone from the top of the stairs to the bottom, and didn't know quite how.

The next time I woke up, I was in a small, foreign room.

Groaning, I got up, hands on my head. A hand- Len's, I knew, despite the fact I couldn't see his face quite yet- quickly helped me up. Once I was up, it went to my back and began rubbing it, soothingly.

"What's going on?" I asked him. And, despite the fact that he had bags under his eyes, his face lit up when he heard my voice.

"You've been overworking yourself, just as I feared." Len gently took my hand with his and then lightly kissed each knuckle. "You had us worried sick."

"'Us'?"

"The soon-to-be-married couple, and… your family."

Shit.

My parents hates Len. Detests him. Wants to burn him while he's pinned to a cross.

I don't even know why- something about about him not being good enough, due to the fact that he doesn't know what to do with his life. Meaning that he wouldn't have a stable income, meaning that I wouldn't be happy.

I've tried to explain it before- as long as I have him, I'll be happy- but we're more of a loving dictatorship than a family.

"Len! Don't call them!" I said as he picked up the phone. "Please, they're going to go all crazy and blame you for this!" He gave me one of those sad kind of smiles, but didn't set the phone down.

"They already know. They went home for the night."

"What time is it?"

He checked his phone. "Around three in the morning." I stared at him, with wide eyes.

"Why are you here?! Why aren't you asleep?! How long was I asleep?"

He held up a finger and then held his phone away from him as my parents shouted at him for not informing them sooner. He took it without complaint, and hung up soon after.

"Slide over," Len instructed. I nodded my head, and he slid into the small hospital bed, wrapping his arms around me and resting his head on my time, gently kissing it from time to time. "I didn't sleep because I didn't want you to wake up with no one you knew around you. And, anyways, I was worried sick, no way I would be able to sleep. You were 'asleep' for the remainder of the day and the rest of the night up until now." He takes a deep breath and then buries his face into my neck. "I swear, I have never been so scared as I was when the hospital called."

"I'm sorry."

"I don't care about apologizes. Just promise that you won't overwork yourself anymore."

"I promise."

He holds onto me, and I rest on his shoulder. I know it's the calm before a wild storm, yet I can help but to enjoy this.

And then the door slams open.

"RIN!" I shushed my mother. "Rin! I was so worried, hunny!" She practically knocked Len off the bed in her attempt to reach me, but I refuse to let him go so easily. Once- if- I do, he's gone.

My father followed her. "Don't be so reckless, my dear child." He glares at Len from the tops of his glasses. "Why didn't you realize she was pushing herself? You should have known better, you arrogant prat!"

"My apologies, sir."

"No need to apologize, Len," Rinto, my brother, said as he entered. He's the only one in my family besides myself that likes Len. "Knowing Rin, she was probably at fault."

Usually I would protest, but not now. Not at a time like this. "He's right, Mother, Father. Len tried to convince me to stay home and take it easy, but I ignored him! It's too much to make up."

"Ah-ha! So you were intentionally trying to get Rin behind on her studies!"

"Father, really-?"

"No, sir, nothing like that-"

"YOU HORRID…." My mother fumbled for the right word as my brother rolled his eyes, sighed, and then walked over to me.

"Since Mom and Dad are never going to ask… How are you feeling, twerp?" I tried to smile, but failed miserably.

I beckoned him to lean in close and whispered, "I would feel a lot better, if they were gone." He laughs.

I love my parents, but they can be so… parental like at times. We all know the feeling.

"YOU!" My dad screamed at Len, dramatically pointing his finger at Len. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, TAKING UP SPACE IN MY DAUGHTER'S BED? And, what's with the size of the bed? Is this really the best you could afford?"

"No, sir, but I figured Rin wouldn't want us to spend our money on a hospital room needed for one night."

"What, she isn't good enough?"

"No, Dad, that's really what I would have said to him-"

"And, holding her in front of her parents! Have you no shame?"

"Sir, it wasn't like-"

"How's the job hunting going?"

"Well, sir-"

"And what's with that long hair? Disrespectful!"

"Sir, my hair is-"

"And how about your parents?"

"STOP IT NOW!" I screamed before letting out a little gasp at the dull throb that came with it. Len immediately reacted- he pressed his hand against my forehead while murmuring soft words of comfort.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, it's all good."

"Would you like water? An orange?"

"No, no, I'm good." He wrapped his hand around me and smiled at me.

"See what you did? Leave!" My father said. I closed my eyes as Len got up, but refused to let his hand go.

"I think the one's who should leave would be you," I said quickly, a wave of drowsiness suddenly hitting me. "Not only have you practically woken up the entire rest of the hospital, you're refusing to listen to reason, Father. And don't try to blame Len for this, either," I said as my father angrily opened his mouth to protest, his finger already pointing at Len. "He was the one who stayed at my side, not you, and he's…." My eyes began to drop a little, and my words became more slurred. "...everything, and if I wake up and he's not here, you're…." My head fell to the side a little, and I felt the blankets rustled as Len adjusted me so that I was in my favorite sleeping position. "...going to be in a world of trouble.'

I heard angry curses mumbled under breaths, but the door did open and close, with the respective people leaving. I knew that they would be back, though.

"This is stupid!" I screeched in a loud, obnoxious voice. "I'm fine, let me go home already!" I tried to get out of bed, but Len pushed me back down, glaring quite fiercely.

"Rest, dear," Len said with as much patience as he could muster. We had been fighting about this for at least twenty minutes. "Just till the evening. A couple of hours to yourself… can you handle that?"

"No! I have Gumi's wedding and classes and-"

"If you collapse again I'm pretty sure Gumi is going to remove you from your position as Maid of Honor." I growled to myself, knowing that it was true. She had come to visit and was obviously plagued by guilt, though I tried to convince her that it wasn't her fault. "And about your classes, I've been sneaking in and taking notes and recording stuff for you, okay? I have no clue what the teacher is saying, therefore don't know what's important and what's not, so I write everything down."

I stared in amazement, feeling a little bad but also touched. "Do you know how fast some of them talk?"

"Woman, don't you underestimate my writin' skills. More like typing, but whatever. I'll email it to you- but only if you rest till the evening, okay? And then we can go out for dinner, and then hopefully have some 'fun,' if you know what I mean-" I gave him a dirty glare and he held his hands up in a defensive position, chuckling to himself. "-Fine, we can snuggle, or whatever." I smiled at him. Len hesitated, as if wanting to tell me something, but didn't say anything.

"What's wrong?" I asked. He leaned over and grabbed my hand.

"I've been offered a job that would actually interest me."

"That's great!" I said, but I felt wary… something about his facial expression told me that I wouldn't be liking this. "What is it?"

"A music producer."

My jaw dropped.

"W-What? How? When did this…."

He smiled at my reaction, but his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "The problem is… if I take this job… I have to move."

Ah.

My grip loosened over so slightly, but that only caused Len to hold my hands tighter. I sure of how to respond to all of this.

"How far?" I finally managed to croak out.

"America."

No.

No, no, no.

"I'll come with you."

"You would regret it. Not immediately, but in years to come. And, your parents would kill me for taking you out of school."

"I don't care about them!"

"You do." He kissed the knuckles of my hand very gently. "Look," Len said, staring at me with his beautiful blue eyes. I couldn't tear my own from his. "They are a reason I took this job- so that they might finally approve of me. I'm serious about you."

"I'm sorry."

"What for?"

"Having to deal with such stingy people."

"It's fine. I want there precious daughter, what can you expect?"

I helplessly stared at him for a couple of moments before taking a deep breath. I forced myself to smile, and soon enough, it came out naturally. "Of course it will, silly," I said. "It's us. We can get through this. Go. Take this job." He let out a sigh of relief although Len's eyes still held a look of sadness in them.

"Scoot," Len said, and he snuggled into my bed the way he had before, the night my parents had come. His arms found their way around me and held onto mine. I rested my head onto his shoulder.

"You never explained to how you got this job offer," I said, lightly poking him on the side.

He paused for a second, gathering his thoughts, before telling me his story: "I'm not sure myself…. I was on the street, listening to a street performer, and so I gave her some tips. Next thing I know, I'm up in a tall building, with several people singing in front of me while I did all sorts of things: giving them advice, saying which ones would succeed, helping write lyrics… it was a whirlwind."

"I'm gone for a day, and this is what happens, Len Kagamine?" I asked in a joking voice. "Maybe I should leave more often."

He froze. "Don't say things like that," Len said in a very serious voice.

"Sorry."

"Don't be."

We sat for a couple of more minutes, enjoying each others companies, even in silence. "When will you leave?" I finally asked.

"A week from tomorrow." We sat in silence for a little bit longer before Len cut in once again. "We'll be okay."

"I know."

Day One

"Why are you home so early?" Len asked before giving me a quick hug and then returning to cutting some fruit up. I quickly joined him, washing the fruit and passing them to him as he cut them.

"I told my school I have to take a week off." He gave me a small, sad smile, and then went back to maiming the bananas. "NO!" I screeched once he reached the oranges. "Let… let me do it, okay?" I carefully took the knife from him, and we switched places.

Len pretended to pout. "You don't like my cutting skills?"

"No, I like them a lot! It's just that I also like my fruit to not be mush." He gave me a "thanks a lot for that" kind of look. I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth as he fed me a piece of banana.

Day Two

"Where are we going?"

"To a place we've been before."

"Isn't that a little boring?"

"No, it's romantic. Rin, I'm the male in this relationship, not you." I smacked him and then realized that probably helped to prove Len's point.

"Wait a moment," I said, recognizing the path. This was… the way to-

"School."

The high school where we had meet, the high school where we had first begun to date.

"I figured we should go to where it all started," Len said, nudging me on the side while memories flowed through my head.

"LEN! KIYO-KUN IS CHASING ME!"

"DO NOT CALL YOUR TEACHER LIKE THAT!"

"OLD MAN, DON'T YOU DARE HARASS MY GIRLFRIEND!"

"It's always so cold this time of year. But, I like it…."

"Take my gloves."

"I don't need them. Kiss me to keep me warm."

"We're locked in the school?"

"It was your damn fault…."

"Mine? How the hell did you come to that conclusion?"

"We'll, you're the one who wanted to pull this dumbass of a prank in the first place!"

"You didn't have to agree!"

"I did to help you!"

"Lies. It was a good idea."

"Was not."

"Was too."

"..."

"...I've always wanted to do this before."

"What?"

"Sleepover at school. With, like, no one else here."

"How creepy."

"Len!"

"...I have, too."

"Are you okay?" Len asked.

"...Yes," I said. "I'm just remembering some good times."

Out of all the people I thought I might've meet here, for some reason it had never occurred to me that our favorite Sensei would be here.

.Wandering the halls was fun, and I allowed my hand to drag against the wall. The lady who ran the passes was still the same, and remembered us. After some greetings and "how you've beens," she allowed us in. And then we saw him.

"KIYO-KUN!" His hair was flecked with gray, and he now had a wedding ring on, but he was still the same Sensei we used to bully.

"Is it… are you… Rin and Len Kagamine?" We both nodded our head as he let out a glorious, rich laugh. "You're still together? Of course you are, it's you too. So, who have you been messin' with now?"

"Oh, no, Kiyo-kun," I said very innocently. "We're good children now."

"Good children my ass," he mumbled to himself. We all laughed.

"Who's the lucky lady?" Len asked, gesturing towards the ring.

He smiled fondly at the ring. "You remember Lily."

Wait a moment.

Wait one freaking moment.

"Lily was… a student here," I said, my brain trying to connect the dots. Wait. Strict old Kiyo-kun actually had the balls to lay his hands on a former student?!

"Ohhh, Kiyo, you're a terrible teacher!" Len exclaimed loudly. I only realized that students had been passing by and listening in on our conversation. Already I could hear the buzz, the whispers. He smacked us both on the back of our heads.

"Ow!"

"What was that for?"

"For tarnishing my good name!"

"You're pure evil, Kiyo. No one would expect any less from you."

"Thank you." He paused for a moment and, to my surprise, his eyes were brimming with tears. "It's great seeing you again."

Day Three

We sat on the couch, side by side, watching an old Code Geass (r2) episode. Oh Lulu. How I love you.

"What a bad girlfriend. Thinking that she loves another guy," Len said with a pretend pout, scowling at the T.V as Lelouch used his Geass on yet another person, most likely bringing them to their untimely doom.

Because every freakin' person dies in this anime. I love (and hate) it.

"How did you know what I was thinking?"

"I know you, Rin. Purple eyes are sexy, I know."

"Aw, Len's jelly."

"Shut up."

"Well, for what it's worth, I love you more."

"Even though I can't control people with awesome, god-like powers?"

"Even though you can't control people with awesome, god-like powers."

"...I love you, too."

Day Four

"You need to start packing, Len," I said as I walked into our room. He was slouching on the floor, reading the sixty-fourth volume of Naruto (which had one of the best covers so far. NARUTO AND HINATA TOGETHER FOREVER).

"I don't want to start packing. It makes things so final," he said while putting his manga aside and beckoning me over. When I reached him, he grabbed my arm and pulled me down so that I was sitting in between his legs.

"It's going to be alright, remember?" He smiled at me.

"I remember."

Day Five

A blackout.

Right in the fighting the giant dragon in Twilight Princess (a Legend of Zelda Game), the power fucking goes out.

"NO! DAMN IT! ONE MORE CLIMB UP AND WE WOULD HAVE BEEN ABLE MOVE ONTO THE NEXT PHASE!"

"FUCK! FUCK YOU, UNIVERSE!"

We sat in silence, both fuming at the sudden change. Finally I sighed and got up. "I'll get some candles."

"Okay wait -"

"-Ouch, Len that's my foot!"

"Sorry - here, let me - no, wait a second - hand, where's your hand -?"

"Here - let's see - FOUND IT!" He grasped my hand tightly with his own. After many attempts that could have possibly started a fire, we managed to get a candle going. Our only candle.

"Well this is fun," Len said as we sat in the dark. The heater had turned off, so it was pretty cold. We huddled together.

"Will you be okay?" I asked. "All by yourself? I mean, you can't even cut fruit!"

"Shut up! It's a mental thing!"

"That makes you sound like someone who likes mashing things - or people - up."

"Heh."

I rolled my eyes, even though Len couldn't see that and then began playing with his fluffy, gold hair.

"If I braided your hair you could Cosplay Edward Elric pretty well," I said, already starting to do so.

"Except I'm taller."

"..."

"Len why are you-" I wanted to say "leaving me" but changed words because I didn't want him to feel bad, "-accepting this job because of my parents."

In the candlelight I could barely see his face (it was a small candle), although his hair was a halo of gold, his eyes a shade of blue that resembled a frozen lake to me.

"I'm in this relationship with the full intent to marry you," Len said. "So I will work hard to get the approval of the people you love."

I smiled, although I felt a little bad; not only did Len have it difficult, his parents also happened to love me, which made me feel a little guilty.

"I wonder… why," I said.

"Why what?"

"Me."

"Rin -!"

"It's not one of those self-esteem issues, or anything. Well… what I'm trying to say is that basically I wonder why you choose me and then stuck with me for all these years."

I kissed him harder than I ever had before, refusing to allow the tears that had built up in his tiny speech to be released.

"You're sly, Len Kagamine."

"And yet you love me anyways."

Day Six

We didn't say anything like "today's our last day, so let's make it count."

I didn't dramatically burst out sobbing, and Len didn't present me with an expensive gift to show our love.

We didn't eternally swear our love, nor did either of us propose to each other.

Instead we ordered bad Chinese food from down the street and stayed in our Pjs all day, watching anime together.

Final Day

The airport.

A dreaded good-bye.

He did end up slipping a small, plain ring on my ringer. "To show them you're mine," he explained, not going into detail about who 'them' was.

"I'll call," I promised. He nodded his head slowly as the first-final call for his plane was announced.

And suddenly there was an ache in my chest that I couldn't comprehend.

Len and I have basically always been in walking distance of each other since high school. To suddenly have him go….

But I won't cry. To cry is to make him feel guilt, and to make him feel feelings such as guilt is something I never want to put him through.

So instead I give Len a hug and a long kiss, savoring his lips.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Remember it will be fine. It's -"

"- Us, after all."

Kind of dramatic, but whatever. Think about it: years of being with a person, and they're suddenly pretty far away.

WORRY NOT! There will be a continuous of this arc (not sure what else to call it) in the next chapter.

If you don't like that they're out of high school... well, sucks. I don't plan on them going back, unless to visit Kiyo-kun (aka Kiyoteru Hiyama).

Reviews are appreciated!