Everyone feels so bad for Neru, and I feel like a terrible person for putting her in that position . Anyways, new chappy! (Oh, and thanks for all of the reviews :D)

Also: to the guest who used the name "Asuna28": What do you mean you copied my idea for this story? Do you mind giving me your actual account name, instead of logging in as a guest, or, uh, giving me your story name? Please?

Disclaimer: Vocaloid is not mine. If it was, there would be no... uh, MikuxLen and MeikoxKaito... (Sorry if you ship those couples)

The next couple of days before Friday went by rather quickly. Len and I really didn't do anything on those days- instead we just wandered the city.

However, we did manage to settle on one thing: we decided to live in Len's apartment for this month, rather then move from hotel to hotel. It would be a lot easier, and a lot less expensive. I would pay for half of the rent for that month, and stay in his guest room.

Saturday came quickly enough. I dressed up in a black dress, and nothing in my hair. Neru lead me out of the door of Len's apartment, Len right behind us. My throat had a lump in it that I couldn't seem to remove. A boy with red eyes and silver hair joined us on the train. He seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn't seem to figure out where I meet him. When Neru introduced him as "Dell," I realized that he was one of my friends that I had forgotten.

We arrived at a rather small cemetery quickly enough. Neru lead me down the long rows, and eventually stopped in front of one. When she did, I couldn't seem to breath any longer.

Here lies Lola and Leon Kagamine.

A little underneath that it said:

Date of death: December 27

That date seemed oddly familiar to me, in more than one way, but...

Who cares, really?

I collapsed to my knees, and try to take it all in. "Rin," Neru started off gently, but I shook my head.

"I... I'd like to be alone, okay? I'll meet you up at that coffee shop in a couple of hours," I said, surprised at how stable my voice was. On the inside I am breaking.

"I-If you're sure."

"I am." The trio left, leaving me alone. Right before they did, however, Len pulls the violin case from around his body, and then his jacket off. He pulls the violin case around himself again, and then puts his jacket on me. It was a nice gesture, but I still felt cold.

I played the bouquet of red Fire Lily's onto the grave, and then sat down, pulling my knees to my chest. It was weird- their faces weren't clear, but I still remember certain things about them: my mother's voice as she sang me godnight, my father's smell when he pulled me close.

I tried to smile as tears fell down my face. "Hello, Mom, Dad," I said. Even though I knew that they couldn't hear me, it made me feel better to 'take' to them. "I wish I could reassure you about how Piko is, but I honestly have to idea." I looked to the side to see a plot of land left for Piko and me, when we die. "I-I'll be j-joining you r-really soon," I said, my voice wobbly. "I feel bad for leaving Piko behind... but, at the same time, I want this life to be over with." I pulled Len's jacket around me, and allowed the sobs to finally begin.

I joined the others two hours and fourteen minutes later. They were all in the small coffee shop, sitting around a table in a booth together, Len's violin sitting right next to it. Everyone was staring at me, which was understandable enough, but I still found myself getting a little angry. In order to divert the attention from myself, I began peeling off Len's jacket. "Here," I said, while handing it to him.

"No... no, you keep it for now," Len replied back quickly. I shrugged, and put it back on. I ordered a hot coco, but when it finally came, I didn't even bother tasting it. We just sat in silence, all of our minds thinking about various things.

"Oh!" Neru said suddenly, breaking the silence. "Rin, this is Dell. I already explained everything to him, alright?" I nodded my head.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," I said while extending my hand.

"We've already meet," Dell said while reaching for it. "But, hello again, anyways."

I blushed slightly. "Sorry, for, uh... forgetting." Neru elbowed Dell, hard.

"No, it wasn't your fault," he said while rubbing his side painfully, and then throwing a glare at Neru.

"Rin," Len said suddenly. "Neru knows where Piko is."

"Really?" I asked, suddenly interested again.

"Yeah. He attends Crypton High," Neru said while taking out her phone. She clicked away for a few minutes, and then finally found what she was looking for. "His school gets out in about 2 hours," she explained without looking up. "But... I need to be home by one, so I can't go with you. Meaning, I have to be home in fifteen minutes."

"It's okay," I said. "Seriously, this is enough as is." She grabbed my hands across the table. "I'll see you next weekend, okay? You still have school and stuff, so no need to worry your pretty blonde head about me," I said, forcing a smile.

"What about you?"

"I'm kidnapping Len, and we'll be going on a little adventure," I said. Neru nodded her head. "Listen, Neru. Please, stop putting your life on hold for me, okay? A month... and then I'm leaving," I said, taking note that Len was right next to me, and probably finding this conversation extremely odd. "It isn't right for me to hold you back."

"You aren't holding me back," Neru said gently, but I shook my head.

"A month, re-mem-ber?"

"How could I forget? But, in that month, I want to spend as much time as with you as possible."

"Then I'm all yours on weekends, neh?" Neru nodded, and we both stood up. After exchanging a few hugs, or whatever, Neru and Dell left, leaving Len, who was now helping himself to my hot coco, and myself.

We eventually left the small cafe. "Hey, why don't you go to school?" Len asked.

"I have reasons. What about you?"

"'Reasons'?" Len asked, but he didn't press on. "I graduated a long time ago-"

"But you're sixteen," I cut in.

"I'm seventeen, actually, and I skipped a grade, so I graduated a year early. I didn't go to college this year because, I don't know what I want to be, and I still need to save up money," Len explained as we began walking.

Little white flakes began flowing from the sky, and I easily became wet and cold in a matter of minutes. It was snowing.

Snow. I'm glad I get to see it again, even if it kind of is a big hassle.

"Wait... Len, what's the date today?" I asked. He gave me a are-you-crazy kind of look, and then said, "November 24."

What?

Last time I checked, it was September, right?

But then I realized that as I stayed in that same hospital room, staring at the same white walls and ceilings that I had grown used to in four years, the days filtered by, without me noticing. At one point, I just stopped looking at the calender- it was depressing for how long I had stayed in the hospital.

"Rin, are you okay?"

"Sorry, I just didn't realize it was this late in the year," I said with a light laugh. "I'm totally not prepared for snow- I wanted to go to the beach, and I haven't bought any winter clothes, but..." I looked around as a small white sheet began covering the city"...somehow just looking at this beautiful scene is worth it."

And, it was beautiful. As a white blanket began covering a city, it looked pure, clean, or atleast as clean as it could be until pollution and dirt began making the snow slush, not to mention brown.

It's like life. Things can seem going downhill- perhaps a divorce, or maybe... maybe you're dying at 16- but it just takes a moment, perhaps something as simple as a laugh with your friends, before you realize that there is beautiful in life, and your life is worth living. You embrace it, and you feel that, despite the fact that everything is going downhill, you're alive, and that's all that matters. That white blanket of pureness wraps around your brain, and, you feel good about yourself.

Then, as a rude awakening, the moment is over, and the snow begins turning to slush. Yet, despite this, you remember the original white blanket... even though it's difficult, you live your life out, make your life worth it.

I will make my life worth it.

"Rin, why do you have only a month with Neru?" Len suddenly interrupted, and I broke off from thinking my cliche thoughts about life. The closer to death, the more cliche, I guess. "And, only a month to complete this list?"

I stared at Len before finding an appropriate thing to say. "Because I'll be moving."

"Where?"

"...On."

We arrived at Crypton High soon enough, and Len and I sit outside of the bushes. Apparently this is a prestigious school, for the elite and gifted. I feel so out of place, but I remain seated and shivering.

"You okay?" Len asks. "I mean, you aren't dressed for the snow at all." I feel sudden guilt as I realize that I still have Len's jacket on. He must be freezing. I begin taking it off once again. "What are you doing?"

"Giving you your jacket," I say.

"Why?"

"Because you're probably cold," I say in my know-it-all voice.

"Rin. I'm wearing a sweater, gloves, and a scarf. You, on the other hand, are parading around the city in jeans and a short sleeve tee. You will wear that jacket." He gives me no room to argue, and I don't. I like wearing Len's jacket- it's like a protective layer around me, that makes me feel warm inside. And the smell- something like a mix of bananas and something else... some sort of boyish smell. And, not to mention, it's freezing outside.

"So, what's the deal with the violin?" I ask Len, trying to make a conversation. Not that I haven't been wondering why he takes that all over the place with him.

"Eh? Oh, it was my father's." I want to press on, but something in his eyes tells me that that might not be a good idea.

I'm still shivering as I sit out in the cold. I rub my hands together, but they refuse to stay warm. Len sighs and pulls off one of your gloves. "Here," he says handing it to me.

"But-"

"Butts are for sitting on." I sigh, and put it on my left hand. "Other hand," Len says. I give him a curious look, but does as he says, and switches hands the glove is on.

Len then takes my left hand with his right one. "There," he says with some satisfaction, and then laughs at my growing red face. "What, Rinny can't handle holding hands with a guy?"

What Len doesn't understand is that before the accident, I was still in middle school- sixth grade. I went into the hospital in eighth, so I never really had time to date and do anything of the sort. So, this is my first time holding hands with a guy.

"W-We look like a couple. A goofy couple, at that," I say.

"Ahhh," Len says. He leans his face in dangerously close to mine. "What's wrong with being a couple." My eyes widened, and I stare at him for several seconds. He leans even closer, his eyes closed, and then...

His lips touch mine.

I don't react- don't close my eyes, don't fall into his embrace. Instead I just stare at his close face, my eyes even wider than before.

The bell rings, suddenly, and I take the opportunity to jump back and sit some distance away.

What was that? What the hell was that? What was Len thinking?

Students flood the school yard, and I force myself not to think about Len. To instead try to find Piko in the mess of students.

And, I do find him. His albino white hair easily stands out in the mess of students. He's walking next to three other students- a girl, who's wearing a kimono instead of the school uniform, for some odd reason, a boy with messy pink hair, and another girl who's staring at the ground, looking downcast.

The pink hair boy says something that makes Piko blush so deeply that his face is the same color as his hair. Piko says something to defend himself, but the boy just laughs. The girl in the kimono joins in the teasing, but the redhead just continues staring at the ground. As I watch, silent tears fall down her face. I wonder why no one else seems to notice.

But, it's none of my concern. "Len," I say, and he turns to look at me. I blush- when did his stupid smirks have that kind of affect on me?-but I still glare straight back at him. "Let's leave." That takes him by surprise.

"What? Don't you want to talk to him?" I wonder how Len knows that I found Piko- he must have been watching me. I don't know whether to feel flattered or creep-ed out.

"No. In my list, I said see Piko, not talk," I point out.

"But... that's so wrong. I'm sure he wants to see you," Len says, scrambling for the right words to say.

"I doubt he'll even recognize me," I say with a slight snort that I really don't feel.

I truly doubt he will. I used to be cheerful, my eyes bright and shinning. Now everything about me seems dull- my eyes, my hair, my personality. I've lost weight from therapy, and I don't walk with confidence anymore. It's been four years- a lot changes.

"Let's go," I repeat, but Len's gives me a look of determination, grabs my hand once again, and begins pulling me into the crowd of Crypton students. We don't stand out that much- their uniform is navy, and we are both wearing black, not to mention that we are around the same age as other high schoolers- but I still get funny looks.

"Len, stop it!" I say. People begin whispering, pointing at Len, but not me.

I'm so dull that I'm practically invisible.

"Len!" I hiss. Suddenly a violent shove pushes me forward so that I almost fall straight onto my face. I manage to catch myself- more like Len manages to wrap his arm around my waist quickly- and when I look up, my breath hitches in my throat.

Piko's right in front of me, along with all of his friends. I do a slight double take, totally not prepared. What should I say, what should I do?

But it turns out that it doesn't even matter because Piko just gives me a surprised look, and then walks straight past me. I see a little bit of uncertainty and recognition in his eyes, but it isn't enough. He doesn't recognize me, doesn't remember me.

I stare at the ground in front of me- Len's still holding me up- and furiously blink back tears. It's what I had been expecting, so why did I feel so crushed? I sigh, and begin pulling myself up. Len studies me in all of my pathetic glory for a second, and then twists himself and grabs Piko's shoulder.

"Len," I hiss. "Len, what the hell are you doing?!" I whisper-scream. Piko spins around, looking at us, an eyebrow raised.

"Can I, um, help you?" He asks. His friends stare at Len and I in curiosity, like I'm a weird, alien object. The whispers increase tenfold.

"What are they doing?"

"Ew, aren't they like, not rich enough to be on school grounds?"

"Wait a minute..."

"...Isn't that... Len Kagamine?!"

I blink twice- they recognize Len?- but then focus on the conversation going on in front of me.

"So, you don't recognize her?" Len asks, his face blank.

"Should I?" Piko shoots back.

"Len," I say, tugging on his sleeve. "Let's go already. We're making a scene." He just shrugs me off.

"I think you should, since, I don't know, she's your sister?!"

Silence.

Even the girl with red hair looks up. I see her face for the first time, and notice that she also has fire-y red eyes.

Piko looks at me, then Len, then me again, his expression full of doubt, his eyes disbelieving.

"What's your name?" He suddenly challenges.

"Rin Kagamine."

"What's mine?"

"Piko Kagamine."

"When's my birthday?"

"December 8th."

"What are our parents names?"

"Lola and Leon Kagamine."

"When's your birthday?"

I study him. "I... I don't know." But, instead of stopping, he presses on. I suddenly notice that tears are brimming in his eyes.

"What play did you preform when you were eight?"

"...Alice in Wonderland."

"What game did we play under the Sakura Trees when we were younger with our parents?"

"Hide-and-seek." He moves forward. By this point, both of us are crying, but are voices are stable.

"Which orphanage were we in?"

"Kasane's Orphanage for Young Boys and Girls, run by the married couple, Ted and Teto Kasane."

Suddenly he's in my arms, and even though he's easily taller than me, he still cowers into my embrace.

"On which day did our parents die?"

"December 27th." I bury my face into my hair, not daring to believe that I was finally seeing my little brother after missing him for so many years.

"Then there's you answer," he whispers into my ear. "Our parents died on your birthday."

"She told me you were dead," Piko says, and I stare at him in confusion. "Meiko. You know?" I shake my head. "She's apparently our aunt, but I don't know how she's related to us," Piko explains.

We- Piko, Len, his friends, Yuma, Mizki, Miki, and I- are all sitting in an old family restaurant. Len and the others sit a few tables away from us, giving Piko and I our space.

"Strange... Neru thought I was dead, too," I said.

"But why would Meiko want you dead?" Piko asks. "Do you remember anything about her?" I shake my head.

"Well, I could have, but after the accident and all, my memories have been a little shaky. She could have locked me away in a hospital, and told everyone else I was dead in order to have them not look for them."

"But, why?"

"I... I don't know," I say. "I must have heard something before, but I forgot it. She obviously doesn't know that, but..." Piko nods his head.

"Whatever," he says. "For right now, I just want to spend time with you... O-Onee-san," he says shyly. I smile warmly, and we launch into a conversation about the most random things I can think of. It's nice, talking to Piko like this.

We talk for a total of four hours in that restaurant. By that time, everyone else except for Len has left, so Len joins in the conversation. Piko has to leave- apparently he has a curfew of eight, which I don't understand-but we make plans to meet up again. We also agree to meet up and visit our parents grave together.

"So, happy that I pushed you to talk to him?" Len asks on the way home, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Fine," I give in. "I give you permission to say 'I told you so.'"

"You know, just this once, I might just let you go," Len sees, flashing me a smile that I can barely see in the darkness.

"Really?" I ask rather hopefully.

"Nope. I told you so." I roll my eyes and lightly punch him in the stomach, to which he overreacts, and begins pretending like he is dying.

"R-Rin's punches... too p-powerful," he says through pretend-wheezes.

"Oh, shut up," I say, but a smile is playing on my lips. I suddenly remember something early today. "Oh, Len, what was that kis-" Before I can finish my sentence, something catches me.

There stand the redhead, Miki, at the end of an abandoned alleyway. Her hands are visibly shaking as she empties a bottle of some sort of medication into her hand.

I feel like I've just been slapped.

I yell and sprint to her, but she doesn't notice as she pops the pills into her mouth in an attempt to end her life.

God, what a freaking long chapter -.-' Well, not long, but with lots of emotions, I guess(?) Next chapter (at least the beginning) is going to be even worse (*sigh*) I need to stop making my fanfictions so angsty. (well, I have a funny of humorous ones, but still).

Anyways, GUEST: ASUNA28, please explain in further detail what you were talking about, along with a link to your story. Please. I don't enjoy being copied.

Finally, reviews, please? (makes me happy .)