The Girl With A Different Side Chapter 3: Would You Like To Stay?, a vocaloid fanfic

I finally got round to getting this up! I've been staying at my grandparents house and just to show how old fashioned they are, they don't have a computer. Yeah, I had my phone but you can't publish on that PLUS they don't have internet and my phone doesn't seem to like using Fanfiction when I'm not using WiFi. So that's my excuse and I swear it's true! Anyway, on with chapter three!

I do not own Vocaloid!

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The Girl With A Different Side

Chapter 3: Would You Like To Stay?

Len POV

Remember how I prayed for the next day to be better? Well, I can tell you that my prayers were not answered. Gah, it was just as bad. At least this time some crazy, psycho cat didn't attack me. But I can say that it wasn't the best day ever either. It was all because of my stolen backpack! None of this would have ever happened if that green haired idiot hadn't of taken off with it.

The day started with me sleeping in because I didn't have an alarm clock and usually set an alarm on my phone. However, my phone was no longer with me and I was so tired the night before that I'd forgot to ask my mother to wake me up. So I ended up skipping breakfast and bounding my way to school with nothing but myself (and my uniform of course).

When I arrived I kept being questioned by people why I wasn't carrying anything with me and had to explain the same thing over and over about my bag being stolen. No one had any idea who might of taken it which wasn't a great help. I didn't really want to tell them I'd punched a wall so I just said I'd fallen over. Thank goodness my best friend Kaito had some extra supplies and was willing to lend them or I would have been dead. He may be an air head at times but the guy really does mean well.

While everyone else just let the backpack thing pass, Mr. Hiyama did not. He wanted to know where my homework was and when I told him it had been stolen he just gave me detention. "The excuses just get poorer and poorer," I heard him mutter to himself but I decided not to argue. Mr. Hiyama is the only teacher I was actually a little afraid of.

During lunch Gumi and Teto thought it would be hilarious to pull my seat away before I sat down. Miku had lent me some money for lunch since mine was stolen and I didn't have time to make any that morning, so I was carrying a plastic tray full of food. When I sat down on thin air I let go of that tray as my hands flew backwards to support me. My sore hand hit the ground rather hard resulting in it beginning to bleed again. Some faint hearted people who'd witnessed the sight passed out at the sight of my bloody hand. The tray I was carrying landed on my head and the banana pudding that was on it burst open and covered all my hair.

Everyone was silent for a moment until they all broke down into laughter. The only people not making fun of 'banana boy' were the ones caring for the fainters. Gumi and Teto were laughing the most so I grabbed a handful of some curry that had landed on my chest and threw it at them. Being Gumi and Teto they dodged it without a problem and the victim ended up being Meiko Sakine. It had landed right on her face. Meiko was the girl most people stayed away from since she was so violent and rarely showed mercy. Some people said she had a sweet side but I'd never seen it.

Gulping, I stared at her, silently praying she wouldn't kill me. I think that curry got cooked all over again as I saw her face turn red, boiling with anger. She took a handful of what looked like mushy peas (blech!) from the guy sitting next to her and chucked it with all her might. She threw it so forcefully it completely missed me and landed on a dude with black hair. So then, I'm sure you guessed, began a food fight in which I hid under a table for most of.

After what seemed like ages of throwing food there was a sudden shout of, "WHAT IN THE NAME OF NOTEBOOKS AND GLASSES IS GOING ON HERE?!" We all turned to see a very red in the faced Mr. Hiyama. We all remained silent until he asked, "Who is responsible for this?" Everyone pointed to, oh yes, me. I got dragged off by him to his office where I was questioned multiple times why I'd started such a stupid thing. I told him the truth since I don't really want to lie to a teacher but he still didn't believe anything and ended up calling my mother to the school.

When she arrived I was told to wait outside the office for them to discuss everything. It seemed to take ages and the door was soundproof so I couldn't even eavesdrop on what they were saying. Finally, my mother walked out and said, "Len, I've got you off the hook. Mr. Whatever his name is wants you in detention after school for one hour tomorrow and he'll just forget it happened. Why would you do such a thing anyway?" For what seemed like the billionth time that day I explained everything.

"It was all because of my backpack!" I finished.

She nodded her head and calmly said, "Alright, I believe you. I'm going home now, ok?" I nodded and she left. Sighing, I went to the boys' changing rooms to shower all that pudding out of my hair, only to find a big cue ahead of me. Nearly the hole school had been in the cafeteria and nearly everyone there had something they needed to wash off.

The rest of the day mainly consisted of people showering and sponging clothes and by the time everyone was done it was home time. I gave one final wave to Kaito, a thank you to Miku for the money, a glare to Gumi and Teto, completely forgot about Mikuo and made my way home.

I made sure to take a different route home so I hopefully wouldn't run into that creep again. I suppose it would have been sensible to try and find him but what if he had a gun or something? I'm not the bravest boy around, I can tell you that. No, I'm not a shota!

On the route I took I passed the local elementary school, Yuki's school. I wasn't expecting to see her since she had art club today but to my surprise I found a little, giggling thing hugging my legs. "Hey, onii-san! Art club was cancelled because sensei caught a cold. Our supply doesn't have a clue about art!" she laughed as she walked around to face me. "Can I walk with you?"

"Of course you can, you daft thing! We live in the same house," I chuckled as I ruffled her hair.

"Onii-san you look tired. Everything alright?"

"Yeah, just a long day," I explained with a yawn. I was about to suggest we begin walking when my attentions were turned to a group of what looked like people from Yuki's grade making their way to us. They were a mixture of boys and girls and were sniggering and smirking at Yuki.

Yuki nervously tugged at my sleeve while staring at the kids and mumbled, "Onii-san, can we go now please?"

"Sure," I said and began walking. The group of kids didn't follow us but I had a bad feeling about them. After we'd been walking for a couple of minutes I asked, "Hey Yuki, who were those people?"

She just simply replied, "Just some people in my class." She was still clinging on tightly to my sleeve.

"You know, if there's something bothering you, you can tell me." I turned to her and grinned. "You are my imouto after all!"

She returned the smile and said, "Don't worry about it onii-san!"

After a few more minutes of walking we finally made it to our house and I opened the door, letting Yuki dash in. I hung my jacket on the clothes pegs in the hallway and called, "Mum? We're home!" I followed Yuki into the kitchen and she dashed over to our mother.

I was about to say something when I noticed my mother wasn't alone. There was a girl sat at our wooden table. She looked about my age, had short, blond hair and deep sky blue eyes. She looked like the girl version of me! I must admit she was very pretty but she could do with a wash. I mean, her clothes were filthy, her hair was a state and was that a gash on her arm? I didn't know why, but I had a serious déjà vu about her.

"Thank you Len." I snapped out of my trance once I heard my name being spoken. The girl's attention turned to me and what happened next, I didn't expect. She fell, completely off her chair, flat on her face. I was slightly shocked by her sudden action but still, along with my mother, ran over to help her. We hoisted her jelly-like structure back onto the chair and she just stared at us. "Uh, mum? Who's this?"

"This," my mother spat while pointing at the dazed girl, "Is the witch that stole your backpack!"

I was about to ask what she meant when the girl snapped out of whatever she was in and protested, "I promise, I never stole that bag! Please! I mean it!"

"Then how do you explain this?" My mother held up my stolen backpack. 'What? How'd it get into this girl's hands? I thought that…' My thoughts were interrupted when my mother continued, "On the way back from your school I found this brat rummaging through your stuff!"

"I was looking for an address to return it!"

"Ha ha, likely story."

"It's true! Some green haired dude threw it my way, constantly apologising when I asked him if it was stolen property!" 'Wait did she say green haired man?'

"Are you sure about that? Where's your pr-."

"QUIET!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. The two of them looked at me with surprise as I coughed a bit. Man, that really hurt my throat. "Before the shouting continues, I'd like to have my say in this argument. Mum, didn't I clearly say that a MAN with GREEN HAIR stole it? The same man this girl describes?"

"N-no."

"Well I did! You were probably half asleep."

"B-but, I-I," she began stuttering.

"Let's put it this way. Hand me the bag, I'll check if anything's missing." My mother gave me my backpack and I had a quick look through. All my school things, money and mobile where all in there. 'Phew, what a relief.' I turned back to the two raging woman and said, "It's all here."

"See?" the girl said, crossing her arms with satisfaction.

My mother turned bright red and went to sit down at the kitchen table. She put her head in her hands and groaned. "I am so sorry." She looked like she was about to start crying. The girl uncrossed her arms and began panicking. 'Who is she?' "I'm a terrible person. I'm so, so sorry." I saw tears rolling down my mother's cheeks. 'Oh great, mum's crying. Awkward!'

Yuki (who we'd all completely forgotten about) ran over to mum and put her arms round her. The strange girl was getting rather flustered and blurted out, "It's ok! It's ok! No harm done! Please don't cry! Err…" I don't think she had a clue what to do.

"Never mind," my mother said while wiping her eyes. She stood up and held her hand out to the girl. "Please, let's start again. Hello, my name's Asako. This is my daughter Yuki." She gestured to Yuki. "And my son who you already know is called Len." She gestured to me.

The girl took my mother's hand shyly and said, "Hello, my name is Rin. Don't worry about earlier, that's all in the past." 'Rin. What a pretty name.'

"Stay for tea, I insist! It's the least I can do after my little, um, episode earlier," mum nervously chuckled.

"I don't want to intrude…"

"Please! You must stay!" my mother pleaded. She looked like me when I nag for the latest video game.

"Oh, alright then."

Rin was very quiet while we waited for dinner. She smiled at Yuki and my mother but when I caught her glancing at me it was usually a scowl. 'What did I do to get on her bad side? I've just stood up for her!' I wanted to ask her so many questions. Where was she was from? Why was she was dressed like that? Why did she have a gash on her arm? It was a bloomin miracle my mother hadn't spotted the blood and fainted from it yet. When we finally sat around the table we were all very hungry. I smiled when I saw our dishes. Mum makes the most delicious tempura. "Itadakimasu," we all chorused and dug in.

"So Rin," my mother began about halfway through the meal. "What is your phone number? I'll call your parents to pick you up."

"I don't have any parents," Rin muttered quietly. We all stopped eating and stared at the poor girl. "Couldn't you tell by my clothes? I'm…I'm homeless."

"What? Why didn't you tell us sooner?" my mother shrieked, outraged. "Poor, poor dear." She got up from her food and walked over to Rin's seat. She put her hand on Rin's shoulder and said, "Listen dear, you should of said. I can help."

"That's right! We've got a spare room upstairs!" Yuki chipped in. The spare room used to be my father's study.

"That's right Yuki! We do! You're quite welcome to have that!" Both Rin's and my mouth dropped. 'So we only just met the girl a few hours ago and already we're asking her to live with us?'

"I would be very grateful! Thank you so much!" said Rin who was absolutely beaming.

"But, yes there is a but," mum warned, holding up her index finger. "The room's in a state at the moment. It's impossible to sleep in there at the time being. Yuki's room is too small so you'll just have to share a room with Len for a couple of nights."

I spat out a mouthful of vegetables and yelled, "WHAT?"

I didn't know where to end it so I just left it there. I'm mean with cliff-hangers aren't I? Mwahahahaha… Moving on, I hate this computer since I typed it all up and then it decided to freeze and I had to restart it. I then had to type up a third of this again since stupid me forgot to save. :3

Tempura is deep-fried vegetables or seafood in a light batter. 'Itadakimasu' is basically thanking god for the food. Asako (Len's mum) isn't a Vocaloid, I made her up. One last thing I'd like to put is no one bothered to guess about the 'Boo Hair' so I'm not telling until a few people guess! (I know, I'm stubborn)

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