Hehe, thanks for reading the last chapter and letting me know your thoughts on it. Yeah, I do think the ending was kinda awkward. If you have any ideas how to fix it, please let me know! I'll try to do an alternative ending or change it~ but thanks a million, especially for sticking with me this far. I'm not generally great at writing and I tend to give up after writing the opening, so this is quite an achievement for me. Okay, I'll shut up now.

Um, well this is the bonus chapter. It's just a question and answer session between Len, Rin and Miku so it's loads and loads of talking. Ahaha, there's a bit of foul language (tut tut Len) and some awkward question(s). Sorry if it's a bit OOC in places. I suppose I'm still not great at writing characters consistently! (and I can't draw consistently either) I wrote this over a few days so if the writing style changes a bit, that's why.

Ah, I should shut up now. *cries* H-hope you don't find this too bad~ asdfghjklwerhjkk,swertklolasdfgh...

*crawls into the kitchen to get food* (yeah, I'm very strange. my friends can testify on that)

Vocaloid (c) Yamaha

Bonus Chapter

Rin woke up and rubbed her eyes. She had just had the strangest dream… She didn't even want to think about it any more. It was a Saturday, and she always woke up early on Saturdays, whereas Len slept in – usually until lunchtime. He always managed to come down in time for lunch.

Rin went downstairs. Len had the top floor in their three-storey house, whilst she and Miku shared the second floor. Each floor was massive – probably four or five times larger than any swimming pool she had ever seen in her life and she had seen the ones they used in the Olympics. She often wondered what Len did with the whole of the top floor. He had told her not to go upstairs and she had never asked. Shrugging to herself, Rin entered the front room and paused with surprise written on her face.

"Speak of the devil, eh?"

Rin went over to the sofa, where Len lay, staring blankly at the white ceiling. Since when was he awake at 8:30 in the morning?

"Well, I wasn't exactly thinking that, genius," retorted Rin.

"Thanks for the compliment," said the blond boy without blinking, or taking his gaze off the ceiling.

"Have you had breakfast yet?"

"An hour ago."

Wow, that was early, thought Rin. Then a more important question came to her mind, "How long have you been staring at that ceiling?"

"Since I finished breakfast."

"Which was…?"

"An hour ago."

With a groan, Rin felt the sudden urge to facepalm, but she did so in her mind. "So you've wasted an hour of your life staring at a ceiling which, above all, is plain white."

"Yep," came the answer with such a matter-of-fact tone to it, Rin felt somewhat frustrated by it.

"Well, at least you're not… asleep."

"Not asleep, but bored," grumbled the bond boy with extra emphasis on the word 'bored'. He yawned and stretched like a cat would. With a pathetic sigh, he continued with his complaints, "There's nothing to do. Nothing at all to do. It's so damn boring."

Rin frowned. "So you prefer killing –"

"Skilfully assassinating," corrected Len.

"Whatever! You prefer that to having a week off duty?"

"Hmm…" mumbled the boy thoughtfully, "Well, 'cos if there's nothing to do –"

Len stopped mid-sentence as he was slapped on the cheek. He put a hand over where he had been hit. It stung. There was sure to be a red mark there. He closed his eyes and sighed again. It was strange, almost unfair. He enjoyed the thrill of the hunt – he couldn't deny that. He liked it: the excitement, the thrill, the adrenaline… without such things, there was no kick in this boring, boring life humans lived.

Upon opening his eyes, he was greeted by an angry, teary-eyed Rin. Suddenly feeling awfully guilty, Len stood up and hugged his sister. "I'm sorry."

"And never say that again."

"Okay," he said softly as Rin wiped her tears on his hoodie.

Miku, who was standing quietly in the doorway, smiled as the scene unfolded in front of her very eyes. It was like something out of a fairytale. So cute! She walked into the room and suggested, "How about we find something interesting to do? I'm sure Rin and I still have a few questions for our little blond boy."

Rin grinned, "Great idea!"

Len glared, "No way."

The twins looked at each other and began to talk simultaneously again.

"W-well, if Len doesn't want to…"

"A-ah, it's fine if Rin wants to…"

Miku groaned. Those two were always like that. it would drive her crazy one day. But for now, at least it was funny. And cute.

So the threesome sat on the sofa with Rin in the middle as things still hadn't settled between Len and Miku – always arguing, always at each other's throats. To ease the tension, Rin started off the questions.

"So, you're on first-name terms with Miss Luka and Miss Meiko? What about Kaito Shion?"

"They don't mind, especially if it's me. But Master Shion is Master Shion." Len said the last sentence with such finality about it that the girls decided to move on.

Miku changed the subject, "So who taught you to fight and all that stuff?"

Len turned away and ignored her. He somewhat held his chin high to preserve what dignity and pride he had. It took some persuading from a fed-up Rin before he deigned to answer: "Master Shion, personally. Miss Meiko teaches first aid."

"So what about singing?" asked his sister.

"Hehe. It's a talent, I guess," he grinned with a wink. He then glared pointedly at Miku and added, "One of many talents. Sorry to those who don't have any."

With a deep breath, Miku tried her best not to snap at him. Or get angry. Or throw something at that insolent idiot. "But why the concert?"

"Not your business."

"Oh, Len…"

"…"

"Oh, come on! Why are you two always like this?" exclaimed Rin, annoyed.

"It's not my fault," protested the blue-haired girl, pouting.

"So is," argued Len, almost like a young child refusing to give up. He put on a face of mock sadness and hurt and whined, "You were so cold to me… You wouldn't even give me a night at your apartment. You wanted to leave me out there in the pouring rain like a dog…"

"Like the dog you are! Why should I have been kind to you?"

Rin hit the arguing duo on the heads at the same time. She growled, "Cut it out you two. Or else…"

"Yes ma'am," jested the blond boy.

"You see! That proves my point, dog. Whatever Rin says, it's always, 'okay sis!' or 'sure thing!' or… or… argh! Drives me crazy!"

Len kept his composure and tried his best not to lash out. It was hard, considering he had been off-duty and all this… anger was building up inside of him. He wanted to smash something… and smash it hard. With a groan, he countered the argument, "I prefer the term obedient cat, thank you very much."

Miku shrugged uncaringly, "Whatever."

Rin sighed. Such a hopeless situation. It was like watching a cat and dog fight, though who would be the cat and who would be the dog was another question. "Let's move on, shall we?"

"Okay. But about the concert. If you really want to know, Rin," Len said with extra emphasis on his sister's name, "It was to get to someone. Hehe. No more detail though."

"But you sing really well."

"So do you, sis. I hear you singing in the shower all the time."

"R-really?" stammered a blushing Rin.

Miku felt the urge to throw in an insult once again, "What sort of a stalker are you?"

"The hell?" shouted Len. "Stalker? What? We live in the same house! I can hear her from upstairs and downstairs!"

"Eh? A-am I that loud when I sing?"

"Yes, but that's not the point!"

"The point is that he's a stalker."

"Am not! If you don't have any more questions, I'm leaving. I have better things to do than argue with the like of you."

"Yeah, yeah. Say what you like. Questions… questions… Ah. Do you like working at the café?"

"Tch. You and your stupid questions."

"Len, just answer it, please…" cried Rin. She had almost lost the will to live.

"Okay, okay. Um, it's alright, I guess. I get free cake after my shift, so it's all good."

Rin thought for a moment and said, "How did you get to know Miss Luka and the café?"

"Master Shion told me about it. He gave me a choice of ice cream parlour or café. It's a no-brainer. Café it was."

"And your café thing… acting all hopeless…"

"Oh, my acting? My falling over and breaking things and such?"

"Yeah, you're good at that."

"Hehe," Len laughed, putting on a cute act again, "I have to be good at everything, right? But don't I look cute? Miss Luka says I do. To be honest," he dropped his act again, "I don't quite get this stuff."

The two girls marvelled at how shamelessly he could say all this. Miku found the chance to butt in again, "It's not always a good thing, falling over especially. While you're at it, why don't you go fall into a manhole?"

The boy glared and suppressed the urge to lash out. Again.

Miku smirked. She was on a roll now and had another question to fire him up, "Say, Len."

"What?" the boy in question growled menacingly.

"Are you a virgin?"

"WHAT THE FUCK? What sort of a question is that?!" he roared immediately.

"Umm… o-okay. Len… Len, calm down," Rin said soothingly. She felt she was playing the role of a wolf-whisperer. Though she agreed that it was quite an inappropriate question and Miku was indeed crossing the line. She made a mental note to tell her friend that later.

All the while, Len listed all the different and excruciatingly painful or torturous ways he could go about killing that blue-haired… thing. Suppressing the massive urge to lash out was even harder than before. And when he did he would make sure it was a fatal attack.

"Ah!" Rin cried, desperately trying to move away from this dangerous situation, "How about this: what was that room I met you in at your big house? Y'know, the one with all that filming equipment?"

"Uh… a filming room?" answered Len bluntly, still glaring murderously at Miku.

"Well no," scorned Miku. That earned her yet another intense glare from Len. Those blue eyes could be scary if they wanted to be. Terrifyingly scary.

Len calmed himself and turned to Rin explaining, "It's for whenever we had to film something. Ransom messages, fake footage and whatnot. I'm not sure I should be telling you this though…"

"It's fine, I won't tell," smiled Rin. "And what about the dog?"

"Ah, you mean Rookie the German Shepherd who scared the life outta you? He was like a guard dog to the house. As much as I hate dogs, he did his job well and was awfully loyal. I couldn't bring myself to hate him, no matter how much I tried. A dog is a dog, but Rookie is different. I think."

Miku sniggered and Rin hit her again on the head, although only very lightly. The blue-haired girl sighed and asked, "So you know first aid?"

Len rolled his eyes and groaned, "Well, duh. Mainly basic stuff though, since I've never cared much about saving lives. I can treat cuts and stuff."

"You said 'stuff' twice. Say something else," Miku complained. She was just being picky to annoy him, obviously, and she knew that he knew that. All the better.

"Anyway, are you quite finished? I think I'm gonna go play computer games."

As Len stood up, ready to leave, Rin caught his sleeve. "W-wait!"

With a sigh, the blond boy patiently stood and waited for his sister to carry on speaking. She did, "I… I still don't know an awful lot about you."

Len took a deep breath and a minute or two to arrange his thoughts. It was true, he was still a bit of an introvert and an antisocial… person. Other people tended to put it other ways. "Jerk" and "delinquent" were pretty common. But since when was I a delinquent? he often thought to himself. Gosh, the world was such a harsh place. Cats prefer easy lives. Dogs have owners; cats have servants. With a blink, he snapped back to the real world and back to his original thoughts. The girls were gazing at him expectantly. Oh, yeah. Information about himself. Well, he had never bothered to read the data sheets about himself, since that would have been such a waste of time. He only really knew numbers and measurements and the limits of his abilities and potentials and more numbers. Still…

"Name: Len Kagamine.

"156cm tall.

"Likes: computer games, cats, listening to music, singing, playing the keytar and sports. And sleeping.

"Dislikes: spicy things, dogs, a lot of attention, school, yada yada.

"Favourite colour – yellow. Also blood-red and black are nice.

"Occupation: schoolboy and… well… let's move on.

"Currently 14 years of age and single.

"Happy now?"

With that, he turned his gaze to the ground, somewhat feeling embarrassed. He had never let out so much information about himself before. At least, before, it was never true. But now… now…

"Len… that's… that's a lot of stuff," said Rin with disbelieving eyes. She was overwhelmed by this torrent of information, though not much of it was actually new to her.

Miku grinned and rested her elbow on Rin's shoulder in a playful manner. "He's opening up, that's what." The two girls started giggling.

Len felt his cheeks flush red hot. Ugh. What had he done now? With not so much as a "goodbye" he left the room and stormed hurriedly upstairs to his room.

When the giggling had died out, there was a pause, and something dawned upon the two girls. Rin stared at Miku and they exchanged surprised glances.

"D-did he just say… 'single'?"

"Y-yeah… he… he did."