Sorry for not updating for ages. I've been really busy.

Okay, this is a really short and reletively boring chapter. And there's a bit of coarse language in it.

Finally, I think the story's nearly over. I was going to do something like a bonus chapter where I answer questions that haven't been answered in the story itself. (Len's gonna do most of the answering) So if you have any questions, ask away!

Vocaloid (c) Yamaha

The Schoolgirl and the Escape

Silence crept into the room. It was soon broken by sobs and crying.

From her position on the floor, Rin dares to glance up, and she wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes. She doesn't want to see her nightmares come true… but it's fine. She sees her father. He stands rigid, eyes wide open in shock, gaping, below a small hole in the ceiling. A bit of dust crumbles down.

Rin turns her head and saw a scowling Len, his left arm outstretched, holding a gun in his hand. His blond hair is messy, and a few strands cover his emotionless eyes.

"Once," he says, almost in a menacing growl. "I'll spare you. Just this once."

Len looked in Rin's direction, and his expression immediately softened. He continued his talk, "But she's mine."

In one swift action, he knelt down by Rin's side, taking her hand in his, and wiping away her tears with his other hand. He whispered gently, "It's alright, Rin. It's gonna be okay. Come on. Let's go home."

"No."

Len's heart skipped a beat. What? He was at a loss for words and thoughts. He thought he could see the man, who was his father, smirking.

"Wh-why? I… I thought…" stumbled Len. He had never been in a situation like this before. But then again, what was this situation like? Why was his heart beating so quickly? Why did he feel scared? What was he scared of?

"Not yet," corrected Rin. She had a ghost of a smile on her features – a somewhat cheeky smile. She slowly rose to her feet, supported by Len's steady hand. She was shaking ever so slightly as she walked over to her father. She raised herself onto her tiptoes and whispered in his ear, so Len wouldn't hear.

"I'm sorry. For everything. And for what I'm still to do."

"R-Rin. Don't," came the dry voice. The father was trying to sound commanding, but it didn't work. He too was racked with fear. Was she just going to leave, after he went into all that trouble with the organisation to get her back again?

"Goodbye, father. Don't worry – I'll be fine with Len. Promise." Rin kissed her father on the cheek. She couldn't remember when the last time was when she had done so before. Neither could he. "I love you."

Rin took a step back and turned around. She leapt back into Len's arms and hugged him tightly. "Let's go."

Len grinned triumphantly and his glared at his father with an expression which screamed, 'I win!'.

"Wait!" shouted the man, gritting his teeth. He still wanted to argue. He was going to have the last laugh. "What about the hole in the ceiling, bastard?"

Len pretended to think about it for a second, before shrugging and smirking. "Nobody will know it was me, don't worry." He laughed and Rin gave and exhausted smile. Together, they went over to the window, and Len opened it as wide as it would go. Perfect. He carefully picked Rin up, holding her like a delicate princess.

"Hold on tight," he said to her. He added on, "Sorry I don't have a white horse." Len looked briefly over his shoulder and winked at the man. "Ciao." And he jumped out of the window with Rin safely in his arms. He landed with a soft thud on the grassy ground, with the balance a cat naturally has. Rin stepped down onto the floor and, holding Len's hand, they began to run, the blond boy leading the way.

Rin glanced backwards and saw her father leaning out of the window. He had a sad expression on his face. Rin had a feeling she would never see him again. She returned her attention to the way they were running, determined not to cry. She had forgiven her father and she had forgiven Len. She realised that she loved both of them, but could only be with one. How ironic.

"It's not far," said Len. He continued to run in front, holding Rin's hand tenderly. "Master Shion agreed to lend me a lift… after some bribing."

Rin let out a small giggle. "How much?"

There was a sigh from Len. He momentarily looked at her and winked again. "Oh, no, not money. If you wanna get around, you gotta know what people are like. For example, my little sister likes cake, especially chocolate cake with a strawberry and cream on the top… although you don't actually eat the strawberry."

"Huh? Wait…" blustered Rin clumsily, "S-so you knew, e-even when we first met? At the café, with Miku?"

"Hmmm. Yeah. But that wasn't supposed to happen. I was just supposed to meet you in school."

"Well, then why–"

"We're here," commented Len. They slowed down to a stop in front of a dark shape. It took Rin a few moments to register what it was. It was a giant helicopter, silent and still in the night.

"So… Who's flying it?" she asked, although she thought she may already know the answer.

Len looked directly at her with his glittering eyes. He made a face, as if to say 'idiot'.

"Me, of course."