Ummm... so hey! New chapter! (Finally...)
Also, I'd just like to say thank you for all your support, guys. It means a lot to me. I just feel happy when people enjoy what I write. It's even better, since I'm not all that confident about sharing my stories, usually, hahaha...
So here's another chapter. I'm not really sure what you guys have been expecting up till now, but I hope this will come as a (hopefully pleasant) surprise!
Oh, and I think there's some foul/bad/coarse language.
Vocaloid belongs to Yamaha.
Strange story plot belongs to me.
The Schoolgirl and the Truth
Rin stared blankly at the figure perched on her windowsill.
"I… I don't get it…" she mumbled. Was this another act of Len's? Was he going to lie to her again? Was he going to suddenly turn tail and laugh while leaving her once more? Rin's blue eyes were riddled with fear and worry. There was something in her heart – hope. But was it going to turn out to be false hope?
There was a moment of silence where the boy stared into the girl's eyes, and the girl stared into the boy's. Both pairs were blue eyes, but both spoke a different story. Things had changed within the few hours they had been apart. Rin no longer felt her heart skip a beat every time she laid eyes on Len. Her eyes said this to him. He could tell. But no matter how hard Rin tried, she could not decipher what lay in Len's mysterious eyes. But she could see one thing – they seemed much… warmer than ever before.
After this space of stillness, Len let out a sigh of mock exasperation.
"You really don't get anything, do you?" he teased.
"It's not my fault you're confusing," Rin shot back. Spending years with Miku had led her to such quick reactions when it came to arguments or insults.
Len was about to retaliate again, when the door suddenly burst open. Rin's father stood in the doorway with eyes so angry, they were on the verge of madness. His glasses were lopsided, his hair dishevelled, his dressing gown ripped at the sleeves. He glared directly at Len, with a murderous glint in his eye. The boy simply glowered back dangerously, all the previous warmth now gone.
"F-father…" Rin stammered. She didn't know what to say or what to do. Her father gave her a look as if to say "now's not the best time". The man turned back to face the boy.
"Get out of this place. You're nothing but bad luck. Leave."
Len flinched on the inside at the man's harsh tone. On the outside, he showed nothing, even as the man continued to speak, spitting out the words as if they were some disgusting bits of food in his mouth.
"You were never any good. Never. Just nothing but plain bad luck!"
Furious, the boy gritted his teeth. He shouted back defensively, "What would you know about what I was and what I am? I was never any good? How would you know?"
Len and Rin's father continued to argue and the tension in the room grew to the point of exploding, when there was a shrill scream: "STOP!"
All eyes were on Rin. She was standing by her bedside, tears streaming down her face. Her hands were shaking as she held them to her chest. She whispered, "Please. Stop."
Something stirred in Len's heart. Something he still didn't understand very well. Bluntly, the man said, "Are you going to tell him?" He gazed intently at Rin, his eyes immediately softening. He continued to say, "The cat's out of the bag anyway."
Len frowned at the man. Tell him what? Was he supposed to be interested?
Rin shook her head. From that, her father understood that he would be the one to talk. He took a deep breath to calm himself down, before beginning his story to that bastard sitting so arrogantly on the windowsill.
"I am your father, as well as Rin's. You're both my children. You and Rin are brother and sister. Twins, to be exact."
There was silence as the information sank in. Len smirked and gave a sceptical laugh. "How should I trust you? Why should I? Master Shion never told me about any of this, nor do I remember being the child of you, mongrel."
"Len. Just listen to Father," Rin said, almost inaudibly.
The blond boy was surprised to hear this from the girl. Nonetheless, he did as she said. Why? He didn't know. He just listened to the story being told rather emotionlessly.
"A long time ago, your mother gave birth to you and Rin. She always said how you were beautiful twins – the most beautiful children a mother could ever have. She loved you both the same. But how ironic it is that one of the two children she treasured so much, should bring her death about? And it was all your fault, boy. Always causing trouble. Always getting into trouble. Nothing good ever came from you.
"Then that day you brought a cat home. A black cat. Of all the strays you could have chosen, it was a black cat. Still, your mother was kind enough to let you keep it. She said you were a gentle little boy with a tender heart. You mother was too kind that way. I tried to convince her to tell you to get rid of that blasted cat, but no.
"And the next day, you broke the mirror in your room, playing with that cat. And not long afterwards, your mother fell ill. It was only a few days before she died. Even with her final breaths, she talked about how beautiful and loving her two children were. You just don't know how to appreciate things, boy."
Len listened without a word and sighed with disbelief. He still didn't know whether to believe all this or not. Probably not. "Why is it I don't remember any of this? Oh," he smirked again, "It's because you're lying, aren't you?" For some reason, he glanced at Rin for some sort of confirmation. He was hit with surprised when the girl answered, "No. It's the truth."
Then why couldn't he remember? His whole life was a lie, was it? He hated it when people lied to him. Alright, it's fine if he lies to others, but not the other way around. Len's turbulent mind stormed and thundered as he attempted to control himself and not lash out the way he usually did.
"Boy. You shouldn't be here. You should be dead. Why don't you do us all a favour and just disappear?"
Len narrowed his eyes slightly, "Tch. Like hell I would."
"Trust me, boy. If that damned organisation hadn't decided to scout you, you would be dead. I sent you to the orphanage and told the organisation to arrange for the rest – for you and Rin to forget everything that happened, using some concoction they had formulated. And finally, life was good for once."
Through all this, both Len and Rin listened intently.
After another few moments of silence, Rin said, "And you re-married."
"It was all for the better," replied the father simply.
"B-but then, even so, you had no time for me. It was all about work this, work that," Rin mumbled, almost accusingly.
"Yes. And I deeply regret all that, dear. And when you managed to regain some of your memories of your childhood, I had no choice but to completely get rid of the boy altogether. Only, the organisation had different plans."
Still sitting on the windowsill, Len didn't know what to think any more. Emotions raged inside of him. But there was one which took precedence over all the others: hatred. He hated the man in front of him who claimed he was his father. He hated the fact his whole life was a lie. And he particularly hated the fact that this father of his was the one who had ordered for him to be killed.
Effortlessly, Len leapt off his seat and landed a few steps in front of his so-called father. From the folds of his dark cloak, he retrieved a shining, black gun.
Smirking, he said, "Fate is a funny thing. I grew up to hate the ones who had ordered my death. I had been rejected for as long as I could remember. And now, here we are." The gun clicked. "They say revenge is sweet." Len cocked his head slightly with an expression of mock innocence. "I wonder if that's true?"
Just as he was about to shoot, Rin jumped in the way. She stood between her father and Len, acting like a shield. Tears continued to roll endlessly down her cheeks.
"Move."
It was a single, piercing word.
"Move, or I'll shoot you as well."
Len glared with cold, merciless eyes. They were set on one thing and one target.
Suddenly, he felt a smack on his face. It took a while to realise that Rin had just slapped him hard on the cheek. He showed no signs of surprise.
Almost as suddenly as the smack, he felt Rin tackling him. She hugged him tightly, crying all the while.
"Please… don't…" she whispered between sobs. "We're all family, right? Please, stop… For my sake… As my dear brother…"
Len glanced emotionlessly into Rin's watery, blue eyes. He pushed her aside roughly. His left hand hung limply by his side, holding the gun. He wrapped his right arm around his stomach, as if attempting to hug himself.
"Who cares? Who cares about family? It means nothing to me anyway," he said dejectedly.
He raised his left arm.
Aimed.
And fired.
Bet you can't wait for the next chapter now, right? *hit*
Okay... Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter!