A fast update :O You should have seen me yesterday, I was on my desk, writing non-stop :) The plot bunnies just keep on coming for this story xD I was thinking of finishing this story and THEN finishing my other story and THEN starting a new one :D

Rin's dad is Rinto/a Kagamine :D Congratulations to MoriandMeForever and Kagamination for getting the right answer X) The muffins are flying your way xD

Disclaimer: Me no own Vocaloid

"Come on, Rin," said Mum. "I really think it's time you went to bed."

Rin was sitting in the corner of the big sofa in the front room, beneath the glare of the main light. She was hugging a cushion, watching TV with the sound up loud, a detective story she'd seen before, although that didn't matter. It had been keeping her mind occupied, stopping her from thinking.

"Do I have to?" she muttered. "I want to know what happens in this."

"It's late, and you've got school tomorrow," said Mum. She was standing over Rin with her hands on her hips. "Anyway, you do know what's going to happen. We watched it a few months ago, remember? So no more arguements, please."

Rin sighed dramatically, tossed the cushion aside and jumped to her feet. She brushed past her mother, went into the dimly lit hall and ran upstairs. She paused on the landing outside her room, reluctant to go in, listening as Mum lowered the TV's volume and changed channels. Then Rin turned, took a deep breath, quickly went inside and closed the door behind her.

She stood with her back against it. She had left the lamp on as before, but this time the shadows in the corners were pressing in on its golden glow, eagerly waiting to drown it in their thick blackness. Rin didn't want to look at the dark, keeping her eyes firmly on the lit area – on her desk.

The box of pins was still where she had left it, next to the stereo.

Rin shuddered, had one of those small, harmless trembling fits that Mum always said meant someone was walking over your grave. She remembered how earlier that evening she had brought the box of pins back to her room, how she had felt an urge to start sticking pins into the Lily doll immediatly. And how hard it had been to stop herself. The sense of compulsion, of being under the control of a force she didn't understand, had been so scary. No, scary doesn't even begin to describe how she felt. But it had been thrilling too.

And then the voice had returned, harsher and more insistent; it hadn't even stopped when she'd clamped her hands over her ears. Rin had finally fled from her room, putting a couple of closed doors between herself and the box of pins and the doll, which she had stuffed in The Junk Basket again. It had worked for a while, Mum's chatter about her day keeping the voice at bay, the TV drowning it out. But Rin had known the voice was just below the threshold of her awareness, waiting to make itself heard. Now she was back in her room it was already faintly there.

Rin gritted her teeth and went to the desk. She opened the drawer, swept the box of pins inside and slammed the drawer shut. She jabbed the 'power' button on the stereo and started getting ready for bed, humming along to the music as she changed into her pyjamas, trying to keep her mind on anything but the doll, the pins and the voice. She went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth and got into bed. She picked up a book, forced herself to read, turned the pages and made her eyes follow the sentences.

As usual, Mum looked in on her a little later,told her to switch off the stereo and said goodnight. Rin heard her go into her own bedroom and close the door. Suddenly, the house was full of the unfamiliar, uncomfortable silence, the air in Rin's room thick with it. She sat stiffly in bed, listening, feeling her heart thump in her chest, the blood pulsing through her body. The voice was in her ears, the hissing becoming words that couldn't be clearer.

"Get the doll, get the doll, get the doll. Hurt her, hurt her, hurt her..."

Rin realised she was standing beside The Junk Basket, and didn't know how she'd got there. She lifted the lid. The doll was lying where she had left it. Rin didn't want to pick it up, but she couldn't stop herself from reaching out towards it. The doll leapt into her hand. The shadows swirled beyond the glow of the lamp, the familiar grey mist swirled around her and Rin swayed with its motion. She closed her eyes and when she opened them she was sitting at her desk, the doll squirming in her grasp, the box of pins open in front of her and the pins rustling and gleaming.

"Stick them in, stick them in, stick them in..."

Now Rin had a pin in her other hand. She rolled the cool, slender piece of silver metal between the tip of her forefinger and thumb, studied it in the light of the lamp, her eyes zooming in like a camera on the sharp, glinting point. She squeezed the pin tight in her fingers, bit her lip, felt herself slowly drawing her hand back...and stopped, resisting the urge to stick it in.

But it was hard, so hard, and her hand and arm began to tremble.

"Hurt her," said the voice "HURT HER, HURT HER, HURT HER!"

It sounded more real now, as if it were coming from another person in the room. Rin turned, looked in the darkest corner, and someone – or something – was there. At first, all she could see was an outline, a dark figure only separated from the shadows around it by its thicker blackness. Then two bright dots winked into existence near the head of the figure.

A pair of fiery yellow eyes was staring back at her.

She saw that the figure was person-shaped, and the height only a couple of centimeters bigger than her. But it was like a shadow given substance, a creature made of darkness solidified, with no features other than those staring, burning eyes. Rin felt a peculiar sensation at the back of her neck and realized it was true, the hairs did stand up when you were scared. And Rin was more than frightened than she'd ever been in her life before – although there was that thrill of excitement in the fear too.

And I shall leave it there x) What do you think of it so far? Share your thoughts by reviewing xD