Well it's been quite a while since Rin's seen everyone back and Vocaloid High. Now's the time for a little reunion with everyone.

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Reunion

Rin's POV

I placed one foot on the gravel before getting out of the white limo reserved for me by Mr. Takahata. I wore a white sunhat with a pink ribbon streaming from it, and even with the aid of the hat's rim, I had to use my scrawny pale arm to shield my eyes from the blinding white sunlight. I blinked my eyes into focus to see the staff of Vocaloid High smiling at me from the staircase leading to the main entrance, as if everyone was expecting to greet a celebrity. Oh wait, I guess I am one. Luka came out and hugged me tightly. "Welcome back, Rin."

"Good to be back." She pulled away and Gakupo picked me up in a tight embrace.

"We've missed you so much! It's been painfully quiet and dull without your bubbly, cheerful, bright personality." I giggled.

"I've missed you guys so much." He squeezed me once more before catching me off guard completely.

"Kaito, here!" I was then tossed into a pair of strong arms and, after gathering myself, I looked up into Kaito's blue eyes as he smiled down at me.

"Good to see you're looking well, Rin." My smile fell slightly. I was wearing a wig given to me by the hospital staff after much negotiating to discharge me.

"Thanks." I replied quietly before being placed down and being tackle hugged from behind, making me jump in surprise.

"Rin~!" Came an all too painfully missed voice. Whirling my head around, I met Miku's tear-stained face as she smiled at me. Releasing me quickly enough for me to embrace her, her arms wrapped around me again. We stood that way for a while, her crying on my shoulder and me tearing and sniffling on hers. She pulled away and I cupped her face, as she continued to cry a little, and smiled as I brought our foreheads together.

"I'm back, Miku." I whispered. "I'm home."

"Rin, I was so worried about you! I-I thought you . . . you!" I closed my eyes as I kept my hands on her cheeks as she sobbed.

"Sh, sh, I'm here. It's alright. Sh. Sh, sh, sh." Eventually she calmed down and I tilted her head down and stood on my tippy toes and kissed the top of her head. "Thank for you everything, Miku. You're like a big sister to me and I love you more than you could ever know." I hugged her tightly again and she calmed down.

Someone tapped my shoulder and I turned around to see Len staring at me with a blank expression. My heart began to break. Was he mad at me? I had dumped my whole life story on him when he suddenly found out about the limited time I have left. I had known him for a little more than a year and had never told him until then, and the next thing he knows I'm being carried away to the hospital for chemo. "Len, I-"

I wasn't able to finish as he seized my arm and roughly brought me into a tight embrace, my hat fell off my head from the quick movement, my eyes widened in surprise from his sudden gesture, and my mouth pressed into his shoulder as he pulled me in closer to his body. His arms wrapped even tighter around my frail form. "Don't speak." He said quietly and I felt tears prick my eyes and I closed them as I bowed my head and clutched at his shirt. I missed this. I missed his touch. His warmth. His love. Even after everything he still never let me go. He and I stayed like that for a long time and, truthfully, I wanted it to go on forever but I knew it couldn't.

We pulled away when a man cleared his throat and we turned to see Mr. Takahata smiling at us. "Welcome back, Rin." I wiped my tears with the heel of my hand and smiled back.

"Good to be back, sir~!" His smile widened.

"That's the Rin we all know and love." With that, we headed inside.

The six of us laughed on the lounge couch. We laughed and joked as if nothing came up. As if nothing ever disrupted our lives as Vocaloids. Our lives as friends that have only been together for about a year. I missed it all so much and wanted to record every single moment so I could replay it forever, but I knew I could do that: in my heart, where memories, good and bad, are always kept under lock and key, and in my mind, where memories could always be replayed constantly.

The school chef brought out a tray of all sorts of foods, some of which making us burst out laughing. There were leeks, eggplants, fish, ice cream, and all other kinds of sweet treats, and even bananas and oranges. Miku took two leeks and placed them at the top of her head, like they were antennae, before making a goofy face. Everyone else followed suit in her motive: Luka sighed before having a fish placed on the side of her bangs, as if it were a bow, by Kaito who had an ice cream spoon stuck to his nose. Gakupo chuckled before putting an eggplant on his nose. Len laughed before taking a banana and put it over his mouth, while I took two oranges and placed them over my eyes. We stayed that way, acting all goofy, for a long time, and laughed for an even longer period. Our stomachs began to hurt and tears slipped from our eyes.

I could just feel the thick layer of solemnity and unease lift and disappear as a layer of levity and joy exploded throughout the entire school. I knew they were worried about me and I still can't believe I found such people who actually did after being bullied for so many years in my old school and even before that. All because of my desire to me a part of music. I couldn't count my lucky stars, because there are far too many of them. I couldn't be happier.

I know I had promised myself I would no longer cry, because life's too short to shed tears, but crying's a big part of living. We cry when we're sad, but we also cry when we're happy. It's a part of life, and even though we may not like it, we need to cry, because holding everything in, like I did, is far from healthy. Being alone isn't healthy either. Believe me, for years I shut myself out with just me and my music, even when I met Miku, even when I knew her to be Kimi, I still shut myself out from others, because it was bad enough my father was angry at me due to his strong hatred towards my passion. But now I know why and now he accepts me. Now I have other faces to fill my once empty world. Not only do we need to cry, but we need friends and loved ones in our lives. It's what makes a healthy life and, even though I may not be physically healthy, I am spiritually, that's all I'm glad to be living right now.

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