Everyone was coming after me with pitchforks, demanding me to write an alternate ending and I was all like "Ehhh… Dunno how I feel about that." So I began writing something, and suddenly it wasn't an alternate ending at all .-." Don't hate me.

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Days, months, years past.

Gumi produced a heir, but I wasn't the father. Everyone took the child's green eyes and hair to come from Gumi herself, but I know better. And, honestly, I don't care. I get along with Gumiya, the true father, and I had him come in secret and speak to his child.
Now, of course, we're all old. I remember I was fourty-seven when Gumiya came to me and begged me to allow him to take my wife. All of our parents were dead by this time, so I didn't mind. Gumi and I were friends, and never shared anything more than a kiss on the cheek.

My days pass uneventfully. I run the company that Otou-san left behind. He's not with us anymore. Neither is Okaa-san. I'm an orphan once again.

I wonder what happened to everyone else. I ended up moving to America in my early thirties, and lost contact with them entirely.

I meet up with Kaito and Miku once, but that was when I was thirty-nine. They already had two children- twins- and they told me that they had lost contact with everyone besides Lily and Kiyoteru, who I saw later that day. They were all happy.

These days I don't do much. I have enough money to fly around the world, but I really don't want to. I didn't move back to Japan, not even when Gumi left with Gumiya, leaving me alone. Instead I stayed in America, bought a plot of land for myself, and built a small house. It's a nice, quiet place, where I can actually think.

Unfortunately, every time I'm alone and thinking, my thoughts drift and I begin imagining what her life must be like.

She's probably married by now. I know that she said she wouldn't unless it was me, but we were young. She's probably found someone who loves her fully, someone who could actually stay by her side. She's moved on, old Lenny. She's happy. And, truthfully, as long as she's happy, I'm perfectly fine.

Well, no, that isn't true. I'm a selfish bastard.

And so everyday, I long to be with Rin once again.

I don't know how she did it, but it was probably because of Neru. I remember Neru being able to sneak anywhere and get whatever information she needed. So when Yuki and Oliver showed up on my doorstep, I couldn't say that I was that surprised that they found me.

"HE'S SO OLD!" Yuki screams when I first open the door. Her hair is a mix of black and gray and, urg, she still has her hair up in those two ridiculous pigtails. Oliver's got a different eyepatch then what I remember him having, and, damn it, he's got a full head of perfect gold hair. I've still got my hair, but I'm not sure how long that will last.

"Shut up, Yuki. Young asshole. How old are you, anyways?"

"Fifty-one, Lenny," Oliver says. "Be jealous. A full ten years younger than you."

I glare. "Is there any reason you came to bother me, or was it just out of pure boredom?"

"Well, both really. Lily said that she needed someone to fetch you in America, and we volunteered 'cause we were bored," Yuki replied gleefully. "You're such a grouch now, Lenny. I didn't even hear a hi from you."

"You're the one who burst out laughing when you saw how old I am," I say bitterly, and then realize that I'm proving their point. "Whatever. Why does Lily want me?"

"Oh, something about a reunion in a week. All eighteen of us, along with our families meeting up at her and Kiyo's place. You up for it?"

My heart begins beating nervously. "No."

"Too bad. We have specific instructions to kidnap you, even if you say no. So, old man, let's go," Yuki explains as Oliver grabs onto my arm and begins pulling me. "Wait!" I cry. "At least let me get clothes, or something. Oliver, wait a second."

"I'm not falling for that, old man. You're just going to lock yourself into your house until we leave. You can borrow something of Kaito's."

"I'm not that tall," I reply. "And, I don't want to go, so don't make me. I'll otherwise, uh, call the police."

"Where is the Len Kagamine I used to know? The one full of adventure, the one willing to do whatever? Don't you want to see your friends?"

He still exists, but I buried him down. Acting like him reminds me of her, and that's painful.

"Don't you want to see Rin?"

I pull my arm away from Oliver. "Don't speak as if you know what you're talking about." I want to see her so badly it hurts, but I don't want to see the man and children that will come with her.

"She wants to see you."

I close my eyes, forcing the heat behind my eyes to reside.

"I'm… not strong enough," I say.

"Well, too bad. You and Rin are the main sources of entertainment at this party," Oliver says, but I can tell that he's trying to cheer me up.

"You can do it," Yuki says, patting me on the back.

"Fine," I mumble, my heart pounding madly in my chest. "I'll go."

They're all so different. Kiyoteru's hair is gray, Neru has glasses, and Dell tie on (with a leather jacket over it). Mostly everyone married another person in our group, so there are very little strangers to meet.

"Lenny! Didn't you have a wife, once-upon a time?" Kaito asks as he wraps his arm around my neck. I roll my eyes.

"She asked for permission to leave, and I granted it. That was fourteen years ago," I replied.

"Aw, Lenny was dumped!" Everyone 'aws,' and I roll my eyes once again.

"It wasn't like I loved her, or anything. Her child wasn't even mine."

"Well, that's perfectly fine, Len, because we all know who you really want," Kaito finishes loudly. And, I can't help but to wonder where she is. I've met just about everyone, but I can't seem to see her. "She'll be here soon," Miku whispers, reading my mind. "She said that she was going to be a little late."

"Whatever," I mumble.

"What a tsundere," Miku replies, pulling on my cheek a little.

"You're sixty-four. Grow up already," I reply.

"So bitter, Lenny. What did I ever do to you?"

"Should I write you a list?" Miku laughs just as the door opens. I stiffen.

Her hair longer- not to mention grayer- than I remember, and she has wrinkles and age lines, although there aren't that many. The crowd begins to clear, making a path between me and her. She stares at the floor in concentration, as if to make sure she doesn't trip over her feet. And, she's walked in with no one.

I freeze until finally, finally she looks up.

"Len?" She whispers as I swallow and then nod.

We stare.

And suddenly we're both moving with speed that cannot be possible at our old age, and we embrace. She smells the way I remember she used to, a smell I used to associate with the very sun itself, most likely because she lit up my world. Everyone lets out a cheer as I hold her close, my first love suddenly in my arms once again.

"I've missed you," I whisper into Rin's ear. Her response is to hold onto me tighter. When I see that her shoulders are shaking, I ask, "Are you crying?"

"M-Maybe," she says with a shudder.

"Silly," I say although I can feel myself wanting to do the same.

"Are you going to let go of each other or are we going to have to pry you apart in order to say hi to Rin, Lenny?" Kiyoteru asks.

"Hey, Oliver said that this would be entertainment for the rest of you. Enjoy," I say, refusing to let her go.

"Yeah, for the females maybe."

"Just look at Dell," I say, who's sobbing dramatically into Neru's handkerchief.

"Where's Gumi?" Rin asks, unease in her voice.

"Gumi? Who's that?" I ask, totally blanking. I don't want to think about anyone else but her right now.

"Your wife."

"Wife? Ohhh, her."

"Idiot," Kaito calls from the sidelines, but I ignore him.

"Yeah, she asked if she could leave me, and I agreed," I explain.

"Then why didn't you come back?" Rin asks sounding slightly hurt.

"I didn't want to see you… with your husband. Where is he?"

She stares.

"What?"

"I told you I wouldn't marry unless it's you."

And, even at the age of sixty-one, my heart is still beating like crazy.

"Then… do you still -?"

"Yes."

"I do, too. I thought about you so much that I thought I would go insane."

"Me too," Rin says. We're silent for a moment. "I love you," she says.

"I love you, too."

"Yeah, about that," Miku says, clearing her throat awkwardly. We both break away from each other, although I hold onto Rin's hand, and stare at her. "We actually have to go somewhere else."

"Where?"

"Oh, just outside. But before that, I'm afraid I'm going to have to steal Rin away from you."

"Wait -!" She and all the other girls grab Rin and drag her to some unknown room in Lily's house, Kiyoteru following behind them.

"What's going on?" I ask everyone.

"Oh, yeah," Kaito says. "We forgot to tell you something."

"What?" I say, my heart sinking. I'm afraid of hearing bad news.

"Yeah, um, you're getting married today."

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What.

"What are you talking about?" I hiss, holding Kaito by the collar. He laughs nervously, holding his hands up as if to say "I surrender."

"Well, Miku and I had the idea of getting you and Rin back together, and obviously since you loved each other so much, you would be perfectly okay with this," Kaito explained quickly.

"What if she was married?"

"Okay, unlike you, some of us actually kept in touch." A wave of guilt ran through me.

"What if she didn't love me anymore?"

"Well, she does. And, you love her, right?"

I nod.

"Then I don't see what the problem is," Kaito said as Kiyoteru came running down.

"Your tux, good sir. We had Neru look up your measurements, so I'm sure it fits fine," Kiyoteru said with a fake bow.

"Is this really happening?" I mumble.

"Yup. As real as Kaito's love for ice cream," Dell says, and so I know that it's true, because that is serious.

And, I can't help it. I shed a few tears of my own.

Outside of Lily and Kiyo's house is a large yard, where several tents and such are set up. They hid it well, so that it couldn't be seen from the front of the house. There's only twenty seven people attending this wedding, sixteen being the other orphans I grew up with, the other four being various spouses or children. I even see Gumi and Gumiya. Everything and everyone is wearing white except for myself. Instead I'm wearing black and gold. There's a relatively small wedding cake on one table and another contains a small mountain of gifts.

It's perfect.

Then everyone sits and I'm up at the front, Kaito by my side as my best man. Yuki's the flower girl, and then Kiyoteru comes out, Rin with him, and he walks her down the aisle. Even at the age of sixty-one she looks beautiful in her black and gold kimono, which substitutes a wedding dress. And, perhaps it isn't traditional, but I don't care.

I couldn't possibly be happier.

Rin's crying, but in a steady voice we both get everything done- the vows and the "I do's." We're given permission to kiss, and then the dancing begins.

However, I don't let her go, not once.

I refuse to.

Happy?

I poured all the fluff left in my dried out, black soul, and wrote it into this fic.

So, I truly do hope that you liked it.