Chapter 41 yays! Just a fair warning: the following chapters will be a mix of utter sadness and then there will be joy. Just wanna let you guys know, hope you guys enjoy it! :D

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Lily's Legacy

Rin's POV

I sniffled as I cried into my hand, remembering all the good and bad times I spent with my mother. "Mother . . ." I hiccupped and Father rubbed my shoulder comfortingly,

"I know, dear. I know. . . Rin, there's slightly more to the story." I looked at him,

"Huh?" Then I heard the explanation to everything that had ruined my life since junior high.

~Flashback~

Mr. Kagamine's POV

From the kitchen table, I watched Rin play with her doll in the room where the piano was. Things were painfully quiet once Lily had passed away and I did a complete 360 in terms of personality. One time, Rin had made a new friend named Kimi in preschool and she began to sing. I immediately told her to be quiet or stay away from Rin. The brunette stayed quiet, but gradually I noticed a change in Rin's personality as well. She began to hum to herself, something she never use to do. I told her to shut up right away and when she countered as to why, I sent her to her room for the rest of the day.

Rin was growing older and by now was in junior high school. Oh, where did the time go? We attended our usual appointments with Doctor Kyle and I was relieved when Rin was old enough to know the truth about her condition. I wasn't going to lose her as easily I had lost Lily.

~End Flashback~

Once Lily and I had married we ensured that not a single paparazzi or interviewer knew about our lives afterwards and that included Rin's birth. We wanted her to have a normal childhood with a family she thought was nothing exceedingly special. Lily was an ex-Vocaloid now and we made sure all cables connecting her, her fans, and the world were cut after her surgery. Sure, it was devastating to everyone who loved her, but it was for everyone's good, in particular my little baby girl who wasn't so little anymore. When I received word she had gotten into Vocaloid High I was immediately outraged, because I had blamed that school for my wife's death as her singing had a significant factor in her devastating and untimely demise. And with Rin having cancer like her mother, I did not want to re-live history.

Rin's POV

Father finished telling me everything and I could only stare at him in surprise before gazing at my empty table setting. My mother . . . was a once world-famous Vocaloid . . . and Father had done everything to keep our personal life secret from all paparazzi . . . Sure his intentions were pure but . . . I clenched my eyes shut as well as my fists on my kneecaps. You would think he could tell me earlier! I was old enough to handle it! The next thing I knew, tears were streaming down my face and my body hiccupped as I cried.

"Hm? What's wrong, Rin?"

"I-it's just . . . I'm remembering the words in FLARE. I . . . I don't know they just . . . remind me of a song I wrote based on my school life. . ." Father placed his hand on mine.

"Oh? And what's that, dear?" I sniffled and looked at him,

"Rollin' Girl." I replied after a while.

I sat in front of the piano and stared and it's upper lip, lifting it I took in the sight of the black and white teeth that had been hidden from this house's view for so long. It could smile again. I smiled to myself and began to play.

"Rolling Girl always looked at unreachable dreams.

Making a fuss if you got inside her head and disturbed, disturbed.

'No problem.' Was murmured, but weren't those words lost?

Fail again, fail again. After ending your search for mistakes, it spins again!

'Once more, once more, I'll also roll today.' That girl says, that girl says, playing her words with meaning.

'Are you better now?'

'It's still a ways off, I still don't see the point. I'm gonna stop my breathing, now.'

Rolling Girl is at the end of the ruins, beyond unreachable colors. Overlapping voices with voices and blending, blending.

'No problem.' Was murmured, but those words were lost.

'How are you going to turn out good?'

'Even the hill tempting me is making mistakes now.'

'Once more, once more. Somehow I'm rolling.' That girl said, that girl said, repeating silent words with meaning.

'Are you better now?'

'Just a bit more and you'll see something soon. I'm gonna stop my breathing now.'

'Once more, once more. I'll also roll today.' That girl says, that girl says, playing her words with a smile.

'Are you better now? It's ok now. Let's go, you must be tired as well, right?'

'I wanna stop my breathing, now.'" I sat back and turned my head to look at Father siting on the couch behind me. His face was that of a person who had seen a dog get hit by a car: devastation.

"Oh, Rin . . . I had no idea you were treated so horribly in school."

"And it was all because of my passion for music and your distain for it. You're the principle and the students all have such a high respect and love for you that they'll do anything to demolish the different beliefs of others . . . Even without knowing the story behind it." He smiled genuinely at me,

"Then I'll be sure to change things up, don't worry." I smiled,

"Thank you, Father." He stood, approached me, and offered me a hand.

"Shall we go?"

"'Shall we go' where?" I asked blinking.

"I think it's time we pay a little visit to your mother." I gasped for a moment before taking his hand and walking out of the house to the car.

We had made it to the Sakura Stone Cemetery and found our destination. Father had placed a bouquet of red roses, like he gave her in the past for prom, at the tombstone and I placed down a flower crown I had constructed of some stray flowers, like I had done in the past on our picnics, which Father had given me. I smiled down and could almost hear her voice singing in the wind. I smiled at the grave then up at Father who was praying. At least I know why Father hated music so much and especially flipped when I became a Vocaloid. At least, now finally, I understand everything . . . And now . . . I don't have to worry about living in fear at my real home, with Father, about him hating my music which had been the sole reason I had lived in my apartment for so long a year ago. Father lifted his head and looked at me. I faced the grave, put my hands together, and closed my eyes before saying my own prayer to Mother. I could see her smiling down at me from heaven and talking to me one on one which hadn't been done in so many years. So many years that I had completely forgotten about. I stood up and Father looked at me.

"Shall we go, Rin?" He offered me his hand and I took it.

"Yeah." We turned to go when we stopped in our tracks at the sight of a man in a tan business suit, one hand holding a bouquet of flowers, and the other stuffed in his pocket.

"M-Mr. Takahata!" I said in total disbelief with wide round cerulean eyes.

"Rin?" He asked in confusion and surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"Visiting an old co-worker of mine, how about you?"

"Would it happen to be Lily Utada's grave?" He nodded,

"Yes, that's correct. How do you know about her?" I looked at Father, who nodded, before returning my gaze to my ex-teacher.

"She was my mother." He gasped and his eyes widened.

Normal POV

A member of the paparazzi had wandered into the grave to visit a family member when he stopped as his ear caught the trace of the conversation between the three. He hid behind a bush near the site rite away and took out his recording device.

Rin's POV

I finished explaining how she was my mother to Mr. Takahata and he took it all rather well. "Well I'll be. I thought you reminded me of her and now it all makes sense why that is." I smiled,

"Thank you, sir." He placed down the flowers and rubbed my head.

"It was good to see you again, kid. Great to know you're doing much better than when you left us." My smile faded a little at the memory as I smiled at the ground, his hand still on my head,

"Thank you sir . . ." He turned to go, both hands in his pockets.

"Well, I best be heading off, the others will be wondering where I am." I nodded sadly,

"Alright, please tell them I said hi." He smiled back at me,

"Of course I will, Rin, be good until we see each other again." I nodded and he began to walk away.

"Now wait a moment, Rin? Why aren't you going with him?" I gasped and looked up at my smiling father,

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"If you want to live the rest of your life singing for everyone, you have to go with him to do so." I gasped, my eyes widening in pure happiness and threw myself into his arms.

"Thank you, Father! Thank you so much!" He hugged me back and I scampered off to a waiting Mr. Takahata who smiled at me. He rubbed my head again,

"Welcome back, kid." I giggled,

"Thank you, sir~! I'll do my best like always~!"

Mr. Kagamine's POV

I watched my daughter go with a smile. She talked and laughed with her teacher and I felt pride surging inside me, then suddenly a warm, familiar, comfort wrapped around me from behind. "You did the right thing, my sweet." I smiled and bowed my head,

"Yeah. I know, Lily. I know."

Rin's POV

I continued on with Mr. Takahata. I was so glad to be back! I'll spread my mother's legacy even father . . . but on the way . . . I'll add my own to it. I beamed as I headed for my second home . . . the place where I knew I always belonged the place where my second life began . . . Vocaloid High School.

Yaaaay RIN'S BACK BABY! XD Hope you guys liked it! Please review and I'll see you all next time! :D