Alright. I have no idea what I'm doing. I am very new to this site and I'm still figuring some things out. This is one of my first posted fanfictions, and I hope no one hates it too much. Anyway, I'd really like to thank my one reviewer. The questions you asked helped me fix some things that I hadn't thought of. It's a really short chapter, since I am really lazy. Sorry!
"This is your house?" Lin scoffed. His blond pigtails swung as he glanced coldly around the yard. "It certainly isn't impressive."
"Were you expecting gold doorknobs or something?" Miku snapped. Her brows cut down into her face, glaring at the lock in her hand as she forced the key inside. Muttering words that are best left unsaid, she struggled for a moment before kicking the door open and throwing her bag to the side. The front hall was clean, neat, tidy, a shelf of shoes placed next to the door. A coat closet had been built off to the right; the wooden doors sliding aside as Miku irritably flung her gloves and coat inside. It was cold out, and not even a hothead like Miku could last long without her warm coat.
"Idiot," was the single reply she received as the two slid their shoes off. Setting her teeth on edge, Miku led the way down the hall and to a room on the left. Said room was more commonly known as the kitchen, and held one occupant. Miku was not at all surprised to find her older brother at the sink, scrubbing a recently used bowl. The scent of sweet baked goods sent a smile across Miku's face despite Lin's presence.
"Hi, Miku!" her brother exclaimed, turning his head to reveal a large smile and reflective green eyes.
Hatsune Mikuo was a bright boy. Very bright. The best in his class, as a matter of fact. Not only did he have brains, he was kind, good-looking, and one hell of a cook. He resembled Miku to the closest detail, matching her green eyes in shade and shape. The two both had silky, delicate teal hair, hair that was insanely hard to comb and wash. Despite the fact that Mikuo was male, he had a feminine air to him. Perhaps it was his innocence, perhaps it was his love of cooking and baking, but Miku sometimes wondered whether she was the brother and he was the sister.
"Hello, Mikuo!" she greeted warmly, ignoring Lin, who stared closely at Mikuo. He was attractive, she knew, and girls and guys alike fawned over him. It was simply irritating to imagine Lin anywhere near Mikuo in any way, and she refused to keep them in the same room for too long.
"Ah, who's this?" Mikuo asked, shining his gentle smile on Lin. Dear God, she hope the boy wasn't on the verge of flirting.
"Just someone I know," Miku replied, trying to sound natural as she fought the urge to yank Lin from the room, "We'll be in my room if you want anything."
Hurriedly, Miku attempted not to storm from the room, which was surprisingly hard. She really, really hated anyone getting close to Mikuo. No, it wasn't some sort of weird older brother complex. She didn't like seeing him hurt, which tended to happen because of the friends he chose.
"Woah, slow down. What's your problem?" Lin demanded as Miku forced her own bedroom door open, roughly sending her laundry hamper flying to the floor. Cursing, the pigtailed girl ignored the contents of her wardrobe scattered on her floor except for an irate kick; her only attempt to clean the mess at all.
"You, clearly."
Miku sneered at the eye roll she received, crossing her arms and turning to glare at Lin. "Alright, Master Kagene. What the hell am I supposed to help you do?"
"Oh, such an easy question. It's too easy to use to insult you," Lin stated in a scoff, "All I want is a date with Shion Kaito."
Miku narrowed her eyes. "You already said that. What makes you think I know him?"
"He's number one on your speed dial, you moron." Lin waved the tiny green phone that belonged to Miku in the air, "Seriously, I wonder how you've lived so long with that intelligence of yours."
Miku fought a growl, realizing the immaturity of the action. "People who like keeping their limbs shouldn't snoop through others' personal items, like, for example, their phones."
"Blah, blah, blah. Look, if I wanted a lecture, I'd go bug my parents," Lin snapped.
"Good plan. Go bug them instead of me," Miku suggested, and regretted it. She wanted her damn phone back, and if she had cooperate with Lin to get it, she would just have to shut up and do it, even if he was… kind of weird. Infuriating. In need of a kick to the head. Maybe he'd get one eventually.
"As much as I hate you as well, my dear, we're going to have to live with each other for a while," Lin's smug smile flashed across his face. Miku knew he had her there, but that didn't mean she wanted to cooperate quite that easily yet.
"And why would I live with you at all? I'm hearing you out. That doesn't mean I'm going to agree to anything," Miku replied sourly.
"And thus I reveal my upper hand. Aside from the fact that I am in possession of your phone," Lin smiled. Miku did not like that smile. Cold, calculating and sharp. Three words to describe the smile upon Lin's pretty face.
"You see, I've discovered a few things about you, Hatsune-san. I was kind of wondering why a sad little nothing like you would hide the fact you know and used to be in a relationship with the ever-famous Shion Kaito. I wasn't able to find it out," Lin winked dangerously, "But I'm sure you wouldn't want anyone to know. Like the press. God, what a field day they'd have with that."
Miku glared. It was true; back a few years ago, in middle school, she and Kaito had been dating. For a while, actually. Remember Miku's mention of her boyfriend with a strange obsession? Yeah, that would be Kaito. It had been a little before he became so popular, and happened not too far into his music career. She hoped no one ever found out about that. Fangirls would swarm to the news like flies to fruit. Quite frankly, someone like her being associated with Shion Kaito would destroy his reputation, with good reason. After all, her messed up past had basically ruined all relations with everyone she had ever known.
"Was that a threat?" Miku deadpanned at the look Lin shot her.
"This is like talking to a child. No joke," Lin replied. Miku groaned audibly, rubbing her temples.
"Alright, Hatsune-san. Here's how it goes: You help me with Shion Kaito, I'll give back your phone and whatever dark secrets you've hidden remain that way. Yes, I intend to find all of the things you don't want me to. Money is a great friend when you want information, and rest assured I have plenty of money. If you piss me off, bad things are going to happen," Lin stated these things plainly, a cold look placed on his face. It was evident all previous joy and driving Miku batty was now hidden, and he actually took the situation seriously.
With a sharp intake of breath, Miku focused her eyes on Lin. The stare she had caused something to break in Lin, resulting in the urge to quake with fear and to rush from the room. But, oddly enough, the boy held his ground.
"I'll agree," Miku decided. What the hell else could she do? "But let me promise you this, at the least. You screw with Kaito in any way, I will hurt you. And if you intend to find my secrets, you'll realize just how serious that threat is later. No joke."
And Lin felt a faulty smile fade onto his face in an attempt to hide an intense fear burning in his chest. There was something about Hatsune Miku that absolutely terrified him. He was almost wishing he had never gotten on her bad side, because, in all honesty, he wouldn't be surprised if she was a wanted murderer.
"Oh, I know that already," Lin assured her. Miku was slightly proud of the hesitant way he spoke, but also felt guilt chew at her. She didn't like scaring people. Well, at least she knew Lin deserved it.
"Good. Anything else?" Miku asked coldly, hoping that this whole mess could be abandon soon.
Lin smirked. "You'll find out soon enough."
And Miku suddenly realized that was the last thing on Earth she wanted.
Throughout the remainder of the week, which was all of three days as her meeting with Lin had occurred on a Wednesday, Miku managed to struggle through school (pronounced hell) as she carried the weight on her back added by Kagine Lin. It drove her mad that the boy appeared every single day at the gate. Not to talk, not even to walk her home or anything else. He would stand there as her last class ended, staring up at the window she sat next to. The only class she sat next to a window in and that idiot had to ruin it for her. She didn't think he could get any more irritating.
However, she was surprised to find him still at the gate at the end of school on Friday, wearing his rather expensive-looking girls' uniform. The fact it looked better on him than it ever would on her made her ill. Violently so. Violent and Miku were two words no enemy of hers wants to here in the same paragraph.
"What the hell do you want?" Miku demanded her lip curling automatically as she approached the gate, her scowl fixed and her bag hanging from her left shoulder. All Lin did was smile innocently. "And how do you manage to get here so quickly? Do you even go to class?"
"My school gets out way earlier," was the answer she received. Well, at least he had bothered to reply, which was pretty surprising, actually. "But that's not what I want to talk to you about."
A grin appeared on his face, stretching to Cheshire Cat-like proportions. "Tell me, Hatsune-san. Do you like Kagamine Len, by any chance?"
Miku deadpanned, a look of complete emotionless nothing settling onto her face. "What?" she asked, unable to connect his question to anything she knew about him.
"I asked if you are a fan of Kagamine Len?" he repeated his grin turning into a smirk. The look caused an angry flush to break across Miku's cheeks.
"You idiot. I heard you just fine," Miku snapped.
"Insults are currently getting you nowhere, Princess," he replied sharply, blue eyes hardening as his smile remained, "Answer the question."
Miku clentched her jaw, but relaxed a bit in order to talk. "Kagamine Len is talented," she offered unwillingly.
"That was entirely unhelpful. Thank you."
She shot Lin a glare. "Shut up. I guess he's a good singer."
"Liar. I saw all of the CDs in your room. I bet you're some weird fangirl. Hey! You might even have a body pillow!" Lin twirled a strand of hair around his fingers, letting the smooth blond locks catch the light. Oh, God, Miku really hoped no one was staring. It really looked like Lin was flirting or something.
"Absolutely not! Just because I have a few albums doesn't mean I'm obsessed! I like Hagane Miku and Yowane Haku much better!" Miku found herself on the point of yelling and tried to calm down, her breath coming out in a chilly, frosty cloud against the cold air.
Lin pouted. "You're no fun," was her brilliant retaliation, "Besides, who buys actual CDs anymore? Everyone keeps music on their iPods and their phones. How old are you, fourty?"
Never mind, that retaliation was pretty good.
"If you don't shut up, I'm going to drop-kick you," Miku threatened for lack of any better reply.
"Go ahead and try. I'm taller than you."
"Not much of a feat. Everyone's taller than me. A person would think you would be at least five foot six or something, being a guy and all," Miku snapped in response, and that seemed to hit a nerve. She had to admit, she reveled in the murderous look upon Lin's face.
"We're done with that topic," he stated shortly, "Just give a straight answer; Are you a Len fan or not?"
"Yeah," Miku decided to cooperate a bit, even if she had no idea where this was headed.
"Thought so. Well, then, how about you and me go to the concert?" he asked. And Miku was stunned. What motive lurked under this gesture?
"What?"
"Dear Lord, you're irritating. Have you been listening at all?" Lin demanded, rolling blue eyes to the sky.
"Shut up. This isn't the sort of thing I'd expected from you," Miku felt her face harden irritably, a frown fighting itself onto her brow.
"That I will accept," Lin muttered. He seemed to be unaware of the ear Miku had widely open, catching what he said, but just barely.
"What's the catch?" Miku felt suspicious. Who wouldn't? It was clear the two didn't get along well. Miku might go as far as to say Lin was a bit jealous of her. After all, she held the place of Shion Kaito's close friend, despite the lack of frequent contact between the two.
"Ah, well," Lin let his smile return, "You'll find out soon enough, won't you?"
Miku really hated that phrase already.