This was a pain to write you have no idea. First, I had the entire thing written, but then let everything I wrote sit overnight (since I had my doubts on this one in particular) AND I HATED IT SO I REWROTE IT

so. here. take it. here is my disgusting child. (well less disgusting than it was but still horrible)

I DON'T OWN VOCALOIDS OKAY

A few short moments after the compassionate greeting to the boy who had been out for who knows how long, the welcoming smile that adorned Len's façade faded into a very annoyed expression. Well, that was somewhat unexpected.

He let out a long groan and his, now gloomy, blue eyes glinted, "Uh. I guess you're someone else's problem, now that you're up. I wasn't informed who." He reached his arm out and clicked a few buttons on the side of Oliver's metal bed, which caused the restraints around the yellow-eyed boy's arms and such to discharge him, "I'm supposed to leave in about ten minutes, then they'll take you off my hands."

"W-Wait..!" Oliver darted up instantaneously upon release and paused, unsure of what he should do or say next.

Len looked to Oliver, giving full eye contact, "What?"

Oliver observed him, and then looked away frantically. The yellow eyed boy glanced around and rubbed his sore wrists, pondering what to say next. His surroundings distracted him and soon he had forgotten that he was being spoken to. Before he realized it, he was subconsciously plotting ways to escape even though he had no idea where he was in the first place.

"Are you just going to ignore me or something?" The boy with blue eyes sighed.

"U-Um… W-Who… are you? And... why was I chained up?! I'm... I'm not an animal..." Oliver stuttered weakly.

"I already told you. My name is Len Kagamine. As for you being restrained, that's because you would keep squirming around while you were unconscious. I was afraid you were going to fall off the bed." That didn't really answer the question, but, oh well. Oliver hesitated for a moment, trying to bring all of his thoughts together. He started advancing to the cords attached to his arm and was stopped by Len seizing his wrist before he could influence them. Oliver then flinched and fidgeted away as hastily as humanly possible.

Unceasingly evading all eye contact, he started up again, "Where am I…?"

"I'll answer your questions if you stop trying to escape. I promise nothing bad is going to happen to you." Len kept staring at Oliver to make him seem more intimidating and it was working, "Deal?" The yellow eyed boy nodded.

Oliver looked to the cords hooked to his arm, "…What are these? Where am I? And just a minute ago I couldn't understand what you were saying…"

"Oh, that's because of the serum I put in your IV. When the material gets mixed into your blood, it almost instantly takes action. It messes with your brain, so I can't really describe it well. Basically, the point is that it teaches you every single known, translatable, language in existence. Supposedly, it only works on a select few, so that might be why this company agreed to take you in and nurse you back to health. Maybe you're a test dummy or something? I'm not sure. I do know that the public isn't aware of the serum's existence yet." Oliver started feeling very uncomfortable... Almost just wanting to crawl out of his own skin. He doesn't understand anything that's happening, but he's trying so hard to stay calm.

Len continued, "Yeah, it sounds completely unrealistic. Then again, here you are, understanding full Japanese."

The yellow eyed boy was taking a moment, trying to comprehend, once again, "Um…?"

"Don't stress yourself out, you only just woke up. Those cords are keeping you stable. You don't really need them anymore, but we have to wait until you're allowed to take them out. Also, you're in a sort of rehabilitation center," Len continued, straight-faced, "The big shots here work with the place that I work with. That's how I got wrapped up in watching after you. It's a fairy new building that you're in, too." Oliver looked to him in a way that was telling him to keep talking. Len rolled his eyes back.

"Hm… Well, I'm not really sure where to start. I'm not really able to tell you much, though. The only files they gave me were the ones that told me exactly when to stop by and exactly what to do when I came. They never gave me any information on what happened to you or why you're here. It didn't concern me, so I didn't bother asking."

Oliver's expression lowered and he began to slouch more, "Oh... I understand…"

"You don't have to look so down. You're fine now. Even healed!" The blue eyed boy grinned, "Well, not completely. You can't take off your bandages yet."

He nodded and started, "So, where will I go after this…?"

"I'm not sure. That's another thing they didn't tell me. But, I'm guessing I probably won't see you again. The only reason I came here in the first place was because of something dumb." Len grinded his teeth, obviously annoyed at what happened, "Just thinking about it pisses me off."

"…Why did you have to do this?" Oliver started squirming around, probably uncomfortable after lying on a metal bed for who knows how long.

With an additional unpleasant groan, Len continued, "I have a contract with the company I work with… I didn't listen to one stupid rule on it and here I am. I'm supposed to do extra work for them and they'll excuse what I did. It's been nearly four months and they still refused to let me off the hook."

Following what the boy was saying as best he could, Oliver queried, "…What do you do where you work?"

"You sure do ask a lot of questions…" Len shrugged and put his arm behind his head, most likely stalling, "... You'll laugh if I tell you…"

Oliver shook his head, "No I wouldn't."

Len was obviously dreading telling him, but he caved, "…The Company I work for does lots of things. One of those things is a branch called VOCALOID…"

"…W-What do they do?" To be honest, Oliver was probably scared of why the boy across from him would be so against telling him.

Len mumbled some things, but it came out more like-, "…Well… They make music… I sing… Normally people are weirded out by it… or refuse to take me seriously, so… I don't like to tell anyone." The boy then cringed as if bracing for anything Oliver might say. To his surprise, that boy was awestruck.

And Len responded by looking chastely confused, "What?"

Oliver turned into a completely different person within a matter of seconds, sparkles nearly materializing around him as he spoke, "That's amazing! Are you famous!? I've never met anyone like that before!"

Len's face flushed, "Think whatever you want…" He had never heard anyone praise him like that, so it was a bit much.

Oliver smiled brightly, "Are there people that work with you, doing the same thing?"

"Yeah, actually there are tons. That's why I'm average at best..."

"Don't talk like that; I'm sure you're amazing!"

Len shrugged and laughed lightly, "It's so weird talking to you, considering I've known you for a while now and you're only just meeting me. Then again I've never actually been able to have a conversation with you."

That's when the door opened, revealing a very animated blonde girl that… Looks almost exactly like Len? She was wearing the same colors as Len, black, yellow and white, but her clothes were much frillier. White barrettes and a large bow rested on the top of her head, which set it all off. She was pretty, but clearly not having a very good day. You could see the despondency in her eyes.

"YO, LEN! WE HAVE TO LEAVE!" The girl had a much larger voice than you'd expect, evidently making Len wince. As soon as he heard the girl's voice, a look of undeniable gloom faded over the blue eyed boy's atmosphere.

Len turned around in his chair, resting his chin on the back-rest of it, "But, Rin-…"

"Five minutes." She glared at Len harshly, making Oliver feel tremendously awkward, and "Oh and we're taking him, too." She pointed to the boy on the metal bed.

"Wait, huh?"

hmm.. i just wanted to fill this one with information. its even my chosen word limit because of how much i made myself add.

i hope its okay pleaaasSSE READ ON. even though this was basically an experiment for myself. i needed to get myself out of the loop and write a different pair i HAAAD TO OK

anyway- Your's sincerely, Kyoko

review if you love me / and or if you want me to update soon * gross sobbing * ALSO CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS WELCOMED PLEASE