I picked up my bag and shifted it onto a comfortable place on my shoulder. The bell had rung for first period to end and I was getting ready to leave for whatever my second period class was. I was about to ask Luka when a pale hand grabbed my schedule out of my grasp. I gasped and spun around to see teal on teal. I blanched. Oh, God, I forgot about this guy.

He sent me a provocative smile after a quick scan of my schedule. I 'eep'ed when he suddenly thrust his face into my personal space, making shivers crawl up my spine. "Looks like we share the next class."

I paled at this and turned to cast a frantic look at Luka but she was talking to a student. Nooo! Gah, Luka! Worst possible timing!

I looked back to Mikuo and tried to smile but I'm afraid it came out like a grimace. "Um, guess so."

The tealette grinned and surprised me by grabbing my hand. "Well, I can't let this opportunity pass." He purred (yeah, purred) and winked. I only stared at him in complete disbelief. Ok, what? First, that rhymed. Second, he keeps winking. Is there something wrong with his eye because I know he's not doing that at me, right? Right.

Before I could open my mouth to say anything, Mikuo took my bag, threw it over his shoulder and dragged me out the door. I squeaked and twisted around to shout for help but he didn't give me enough time to before I found myself being squeezed between people and thrown against walls. By the time he stopped, I was about to fall over in exhaustion and pain. I grabbed at a wall and leaned into it, feeling the soreness beginning to settle in. Oh, boy, that's going to bruise like a b—

"Rin-san." I looked up at the sound of Mr. Rhymes' voice and wanted to slap the smug look off his face. The nerve! Throw me around and then actually look all hoity-toity about it, eh? I huffed angrily. What a lousy guy!

He laughed right then. "Oh, my, you're so cute when you're mad." He smiled a bit apologetically afterwards. "Please forgive me for acting like such a cad."

I stared at him for a minute. Hm, well…I smiled. "'S ok, I guess."

A pretty smile lit up his face. Pretty smile…wait, teal hair and teal eyes and…

I nearly fell over in realization. "Wait! Are you related to Miku Miku?"

The smile drifted a little from his face as I said that and something flashed in his eyes. But he chuckled and the something disappeared. "Yes. I'm her twin brother." He paused before quickly adding, "As in we come from the same mother."

I decided to ignore how completely irrelevant that last bit was and mowed on. "I knew you looked familiar." He laughed weakly and turned away, losing all his confidence and energy from before. Quietly, I watched him. Hey, I know I'm a complete dope socially but I can tell when someone doesn't like talking about something and honestly, Mikuo had all the symptoms. I quirked my head inquisitively. "Do you get that a lot?" I whispered, feeling like the cad now.

The tealette turned to look at me in surprise but it quickly melted into a defeated sort of un-Mikuo like uncomfort. "Yes." He replied, all seductive purring gone from his tone. I frowned and nodded. "Sorry."

He smirked half-heartedly. "Hey, it's only natural you'd realize. Besides, I know you're not here to criticize."

I smiled. "I think you're just as cool as your sister if it's inferiority you feel. I mean, not just anyone can rhyme every sentence." I chirped, positively.

I got a wide-eyed reply in return before he started laughing raucously, surprising the heck out of me. He looked at me with laughing teal eyes and smiled for real. "Thank you."

I grinned and pushed away from the wall. "Yup. Hey, let's get to class. I wouldn't want my teacher to hate me."

He nodded and we walked down the hall, talking like we've been friends for more than just a couple of minutes.

"I told you, nothing rhymes with orange!"

"Porridge."

"No, then it would have to be porrindge. And that's not a word."

"Porrindge it is then. I give it a perfect ten."

"Oh, geez."

We walked into the classroom, arguing about rhyming. Like, I said, nothing rhymes with orange but Mikuo just needs to be difficult.

Mikuo lead me to the teacher's desk and I was met with the longest and silkiest-looking purple hair. I blinked. What pretty hair. It's prettier than Luka's.

Mikuo cleared his throat. "Gakupo-sensei."

Eh, Gakupo?

The perfect head of hair turned and sharp purple eyes bore into me like knives. I stiffened so fast that I almost fell over. A regal-looking man gazed at me and held me completely frozen in place with his stare. It wasn't scary or even mean, just…calculating and neutral…like he was deciding what I was capable of. And what I wasn't capable of.

I couldn't help but stare straight back and so our eyes bore into each other's for what seemed like decades. He finally broke our intense staring game and surprised me with a warm smile. He nodded and stood, bowing majestically to me, making me squeak in shock.

"Kagamine Rin, I assume." His voice was deep with a purring sweet undertone. I blushed crimson-tomato-cherry at it. "Y-Y-Y-Yes!" I managed to stutter out and bowed so quickly that I swear I threw my back out.

I was brought back up by large warm hands and a low chuckle. "Please, Rin-san." I straightened stiffly and looked up at him. He was smiling. "I am Kamui Gakupo, the instrumental teacher. I teach the very heart of music, I believe, where everything begins and ends." He smiled a heartbreakingly beautiful smile at that. "The very core and foundation of the songs you sing. I teach students all I know but the rest is up to them to create and to perform."

I stared up at him, eyes wide in amazement. He was so passionate about music. It was inspiring and here I am, not wanting to do it in the first place. I couldn't help but feel a tad guilty. "I…"

But my throat closed up and I couldn't remember what I wanted to say when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Rin?"

I turned and met green and blue eyes. My face began to burn.

"P-Piko?"

At the sight of him, memories of me fleeing like a coward and his fake smile came rushing back to me in waves. Embarrassment and shame filled me up to the very top. "Wh-What are you doing here?" I squeaked.

He smiled prettily and those eyes shone with nothing but kindness. "I assist Gakupo-sensei this period. I don't quite have a formal instrumental class." He explained, gently. I nodded, not really absorbing anything that he said, my body tingling with tension.

"Piko-san here has taken all the instrumental classes available. He is very advanced and receives private lessons from both me and other renowned musicians." I turned to see Gakupo-sensei smiling a similarly kind smile. Advanced?

Oh, that's right. Piko's a musical genius. He looked embarrassed and so very humble; I couldn't help but smile at that. He was so cute when he was flustered…

Wait! NO! I mean, he's very…very…uh…

Mikuo poked at my cheek. "Ah, what a blush. Don't tell me you have a cr—"

I squealed and slapped a hand over his mouth, my blush increasing tenfold. "SHUT UP, SHUT UP!"

I dragged him off in a random direction, leaving Piko and Gakupo-sensei to stare at us in confusion.

As soon as we were far enough, I let go of Mikuo and proceeded to chewing him out. "Mikuo! Don't say that! Don't say that I have a—a—a—"

"A crush?" he deadpanned, teal eyes half-lidded in boredom. I squealed again and smacked my hand over his loose lips. "Mikuo!"

I squeezed my eyes shut in embarrassment. Crush? Crush? No! Of course not! I just met the guy today! How could I have a crush on him already? And what chance do I have? I'm just a talentless computer geek and he's a musical genius with the prettiest eyes I've ever—wait, no! No, no, no, no!

"Ah, Rin-chan! Mikuo-san, I think he's dying!" Mr. Pretty Eyes himself broke through my self-war in a panicky voice.

Eh? I looked down and saw the tealette clawing at my hand, looking positively purple. I squeaked and let go of him as he lay on the floor, gulping mouthfuls of air. "Crap! Sorry, Mikuo!"

As I tried my best to help him recover, I heard the door open and I looked up instinctively.

Cerulean-blue met my own and I froze.

"Len-kun?"

"Rin-chan?"

We both said at the same time.

My pop idol look-alike smiled and I couldn't help but blush. No wonder all the girls swooned over him.

"Hi, Rin-chan. I'm surprised you found your way here."

Ok, bubble of perfection popped. I couldn't help feeling a little miffed at his words. Well, I know I may be a little directionally-challenged but I wasn't a complete idiot—most of the time. I nodded a bit rigidly.

"Yeah, Piko helped me find the Headmaster's office when he found me lost on the Stairway to Heaven."

Len cocked his head. "Stairway to Heaven—Oh. Yeah, that place."

I nodded. "Yeah and I got a map."

He smiled, amused. "Ah, a map."

"Yeah, a map. It has little drawings on it and it tells you where they are."

"Yes, I know what a map is, thank you Rin-chan."

I huffed. He smiled in amusement.

"Ano, Rin-chan."

I looked towards the soft voice and met a smiling Piko. I blinked.

"Class is going to start soon and well, taking a seat might be a good idea."

I stiffened and nodded. Doi! God, Rin!

Dragging the still catatonic Mikuo behind me, I rushed to a seat and managed to sit my butt firmly on it right as the bell rang.

Len sauntered casually to his desk—which was right in front of mine.

I bristled, still a bit put-off.

But my anger disappeared as Piko sat in the seat next to me and sent me a close-eyes smile that just lightened up my heart. The whole period felt like I was floating on a cloud as Piko helped me out with reading music and he even promised me he would teach me how to play piano. I couldn't help but feel light-headed with joy every time he smiled at me, every time he said my name in that lilting and soft voice of his, every time those blue and green eyes met mine in a gentle gaze.

I could barely keep my heart from exploding.

He smiled as he showed me how to count eighth notes.

"Rin-chan, like this…"

I felt my stomach flutter as a giddy smile found its way onto my face without me even wanting to.

Maybe Mikuo was right after all.

He leaned backwards in my chair, the music sheet in front of him now disinteresting and bland.

He could hear her quiet whispering voice if he strained my ears enough to hear.

He could hear the soft laugh that followed soon after.

What were they doing back there?

He narrowed my eyes in annoyance. It was messing up his concentration. He couldn't focus on this damn worksheet!

She laughed again before he could hear her softly counting, stumbling at times but slowly continuing and sometimes he would join her, their voices coming together. "One-y and a two-ey and a…"

He clenched my fist, flexed it.

Damn, this is annoying.

He turned to stare out the window, watching the trees leaves rustle and shine.

"The trees look nice in the morning." He blinked. Trees? "Huh?" was all he could manage.

"The trees." She said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I noticed them on my way in. The morning sunlight makes the leaves shine. It looks nice."

He shook his head as the memory of her saying that filled his mind. Annoyance mixed with confusion as he recalled the look of peace on her face as she stared out at the window. It had made her look…ethereal. His eyes widened at the thought.

Ethereal?

What was he thinking?

She was simply a girl he met this morning. He couldn't possibly be thinking she looked ethereal. Or else that would mean he found her…

He could hear her laugh again and without even meaning to, he looked at her reflection in the mirror and saw her smile and laugh and she looked happy.

His cheeks burned and he glared at his reflection, cursing the way his face was becoming so blatantly red.

Damn it.

Damn it.

Damn it, she was pretty.

He huffed and scowled and turned back to his work sheet, staring at the notes on his paper.

Behind him, he could hear her beginning to count. "One-y and a two-ey and a…"

And despite himself, he began to count with her in his head.

One-y and a two-ey and a…

AbomiT: I'm so sorry,you guys!

I know it's been forever! OTL

But,life,y'know.

Ahem,but anyways,here is some Piko and Len action.

Oh and btw, the last part is Len's POV,if anyone was a bit lost.

I hope it didn't get too weird at the end and I know they're all moving fast, but I want to get this hustling so I actually know what I want to write about next.

:D

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