Hey guys, so first of all I would like to apologize for making you all so upset. I didn't actually think you guys would be that devastated. You guys should seriously bear with me, though, because this story actually didn't only have just this chapter left. I had an epilogue planned which will satisfy you guys. I'm not that cruel as to mercilessly kill a main character off. I'm not John Green if you know what I'm saying? 'Okay? Okay.' (A/N I do not own The Fault in Our Stars).

But I would like to say that although you all are so upset, it does not give you the right to hate on my story. Especially by calling it "cheap". No one is paying you to read this story and if you don't like it, then stop reading. But, I must address that knowing how upset you guys were by Rin's death just shows me that I've successfully done my job as a writer and that's all I need to know.

Enjoy the new chapter, guys!

Disclaimer: I do not own Vocaloid

Our Words to You

Mami's POV

The school noisily filed into the auditorium where the principal had called an immediate school meeting. I glanced around the busy room before sitting back in my chair, arms folded, legs crossed, and a green fiery glare aimed at the stage where a sole podium stood in front of the curtains. What's this all about? For crying out loud! Finally, everyone was seated and the blonde principal solemnly walked to the stand and that's when everyone was silenced. He stood there for a while, just staring at us. "Good morning, students. . . I am sure you are all wondering why I have called for this meeting." We all listened in silenced. He looked down and let out a shaky breath before, what appeared to be, swallowing. "I, uh, decided it would be important for you all to know that uh . . . that . . ." He was silent for a long time as he gathered himself, then he looked up at everyone. "My daughter, Rin, is dead."

The entire room erupted in gasps and murmurs and my heart dropped into my stomach as my jaw dropped and eyes widened. I noticed he was struggling immensely to keep his act together. "She, uh . . . has been battling throat cancer since she was little and . . . that was why . . . I forbade her to interact with music." The murmurs went on as he continued, I just listened in utter shell-shock. "The doctor specifically said she could not speak loud, let alone sing." I lowered my wide-eyed face to stare absently at my lap. Guilt immediately poured in as if a dam had just broke inside of me. "The good new is that after years of suffering," I heard a painful smile behind his voice and knew he was fighting back tears, "she is finally at peace." Sniffles around me signified that everyone else felt the same way: completely and utterly guilty. I clenched my eyes shut as tears came to them. Rin was right . . .

~Flashback~

"What do I have to say for myself?" Rin paused then slammed her hands on her desk and shot to her feet, blue eyes ablaze, "What do you have to say for yourselves! What's your problem! What have you against music! Why do you judge me like this!" The class and I just stared at her, all twenty-seven students' eyes piercing her.

"It's because music's a waste of time."

"Yeah, and you're the only one in this school who's obsessed with it." She balled her fists at her chest,

"So! What about my obsession with music!" A daydreaming look overcame her face and she clasped her hands together over her heart and closed her eyes and bowed her head, "It's my life-long dream to be a famous singer." I smiled a snotty grin at her.

"Well, you can give up your dream." And with that, as the bell rang, we made our ways to our seats, but I could just see her blue eyes widening.

Rin's POV

I stood there with my eyes wide and it seemed like my world was shattering around me, my eyebrows fell as they gave way to sadness. Give up my dream? I bowed my head, my hair shadowing my face as my lip quivered as did my fists. No, that's not an option. They don't even know why Father bans music from campus let alone the entire area closest the school. They don't even know what I'm going through. As my teacher walked in, I ran out with tears flowing down my face and into the air as I ran down the long hall.

Mami's POV

I watched her run away and lifted my chin in victory. Hopefully that knocked some sense into her.

~End Flashback~

I buried my face in my hands as the students and faculty murmured and cried all around me. As I sat there, I began to recollect Rin's speech from her last concert and it echoed in my mind: "Earlier I had told you guys that I only had Miku as a friend. It was like that ever since I was a little kid. My father had always hated music after what happened to my mother, Lily Utada." She lifted her eyes to look directly at the camera lens, the sole entity separating my class from her. "That was why I was bullied so much. No one understood my story. They just followed the leader and hated what I loved just because someone they all looked up to hated it. . . So why does everyone have to bully each other? We all have our own story that we should all read first before rating! I really think that should start today. Everyone!" She raised her voice to the ceiling. "If you've ever been criticized regarding what you love or who you are . . . do not let anyone shoot you down! Ever! Be strong because I know you all are! Stand tall! Because I know you can!

I sat there with my face in my hands as a thousand swords of guilt stabbed me repeatedly. "There will be a ceremony for Rin tomorrow at the Sakura Breath Funeral Home." Mr. Kagamine finally spoke up. "You are all invited to attend. School will also be closed for the next few days in respect. . . That will be all." After saying that he nodded his head and walked off, a hand over his face. I felt so bad for him . . . I was the one who probably treated her the worst. Then her appearance from when she came back to our school, after being dragged out of Vocaloid High, came to my mind: those hollow, dead, dark blue eyes, emotionless face, that monotone voice, and her overall robotic attitude. I bit my lip when I remembered her beaten body that night.

~Flashback~

I found her, and when I did, my feet froze in place and my eyes widened at the sight: she was sitting up against the fence and bruises and bloody everywhere with tears and dirt covering her uniform. I covered my mouth with my hands.

~End Flashback~

I clenched my teeth and my body tensed. I even sympathized for her. . .

~Flashback~

Oh my gosh . . . what have I done? . . . This all started when I reported her illness to her father . . . it was for a good cause! Her father had to know how sick she was or she wouldn't have gotten better so well! Tears actually started to form in my green eyes. What was wrong with me? Why was I feeling this way? But . . . since I ratted her out . . . she's been treated so differently . . . I never asked for this . . . I took her bag then wrapped one of her arms around my shoulder before standing.

~End Flashback~

I wrapped my arms around my stomach as I leaned forward in my seat, tears streaming heavily down my cheeks. But she pushed me away when I offered to help her . . . she had changed completely then because of my actions!

~Flashbacks~

She took her bag, gently pushed me away, and walked away slowly as if rocks were weighing her down. My gaze stared at her as I watched her slowly retreating form. Rin . . . Over the years I worked so hard to make her become like us, a model student, and give up music . . . but look what it's done to her . . . It's just earned her new abuse . . .

~End Flashback~

I cried even harder in my seat. She only wanted to sing because she knew she was going to die! I told her to stop being selfish and to quite so she wouldn't suffer the same pain I had! Instead I was the one being selfish! I was the one who had put her through more pain than she already was enduring! Completely overwhelmed with the pain, guilt, and sadness, I collapsed between my seat and the one in front of me, clutching at my stomach and sobbing.

Students next to me stood up in a panic, just another thing to add on top of their depression. Then, I felt arms lifting me up and, through my tears, saw Mr. Kagamine carrying me out of the auditorium and to the nurse's office.

Len's POV

I finished arranging the flowers in Rin's casket and sadly smiled at her sleeping form. Me, as well as the rest of the Vocaloid High members and her father, were having our private ceremony for her. Tomorrow would be her old school's turn. It was hard on everyone, but we smiled to the best of our abilities knowing Rin would absolutely hate to see us upset. It would devastate her, so, as she said before she died, we will live on because we always had her, we could live without forgetting to have a smile on our faces. I turned to see my friends and I smiled at them while fighting back tears, as did they.

Normal POV

"Good evening, everyone and welcome to the evening news." A male reporter appeared behind his desk on the TV screens around Japan. "It is a very sad day for Vocaloid High members as we have received news that our beloved Rin Kagamine . . . has passed away." They rolled clips from her concerts as he revealed the tragic news that made Vocaloid fans everywhere dropped what they were doing to watch the TV, silently praying it wasn't true. Other pictures of her appeared next to the news anchor as he spoke, the one of her and the puppy when she had visited Pet Paradise on her first trip to Tokyo, then one with her holding a microphone with one hand and the other extended as she was portraying to sing her heart out.

Finally, the very first picture Suzuki had taken and released to the public appeared. It was a simple shot with Rin, in her signature sailor fuku outfit, sitting on the floor. Her left knee was bent a little whereas her right knee was bent much more, her arms wrapped around it so her cheek could rest on her arms as she smiled sweetly. "It has been revealed that little Rin Kagamine was diagnosed with throat cancer at a very young age and, much like her mother, Lily Utada, it was, unfortunately, terminal." More clips of Rin happily, and proudly, performing at her concerts were played as he continued.

"It is a very hard loss for her friends and family, but, while admitted, she had told her photographer, Suzuki Isiyama, to relay this message: 'Although I will not be for much longer, please don't be sad. Despite my poor health, I decided to sing to make people happy. That always meant the world to me and whenever I was performing, the reality of me having terminal cancer faded away until it disappeared, because the only thing I saw was my fans having a blast as they watched and sang with me. I knew I only had one year left, so I wanted to live the rest of my life to the absolute fullest. So I want you to do the same and I want you all to keep smiling when I'm gone, ok?'"

The anchorman paused for a moment as the screen displaying the quote went away to reveal him again. "This evening her friends at Vocaloid High are having a ceremony and tomorrow will be another ceremony for her former school. Then, tomorrow evening, marking the year of her first introduction as a Vocaloid, Tokyo will be hosting a live-streaming of our final ceremony for our beloved Rin. Everyone is welcome to attend as we say our final words to our darling . . . Rin Kagamine." The camera then slowly changed and displayed Len, Miku, and the others individually sharing their words from outside of Sakura Breath Funeral Home:

"It's just going to be very, very hard here without her." Len said and bit his lip for a moment. "I'm going to miss her so much, everyone will, but I know we'll see her again soon . . ." He took a moment and swallowed. "But we all just have to do our very best to keep smiling." He said curling his lips. "Because that is what she would want."

"She was like my little sister." Miku said wiping away some tears and sniffling, trying to keep her composure as she was filmed. "I knew her since we were in kindergarten and did all in my power to keep her safe from the bullies. Even with her battling cancer I strove to keep her happiness safe as well." She smiled. "But I know now that as long as we were safe, so was her happiness."

"It's definitely going to be quiet in the halls of Vocaloid High, for sure it will." Gakupo said before swallowing and returning his wandering gaze to the cameraman. "She was just a bright ball of bubbling sunshine that you just wanted to bottle up and keep tight. I can promise you things won't be the same without her"—he smiled—"but we all have to keep smiling. She would want nothing more than that."

"We all love you Rin." Luka smiled sweetly. "And we'll keep on singing our hearts out just like we've always done and just like you did. We'll miss you, sweetie! You were like a little daughter to me and I just wanted to protect you from all of your troubles and fight all of your battles for you. But"—she said closing her eyes for a brief moment—"I know you had your own path of life carved in stone." She smiled again. "And I am so thrilled that we got to be a part of it."

"I'll miss my little ice cream buddy, but I know that when we see each other next time we can have all of the ice cream in the world together!" Kaito's goofy smile dropped. "In all honest, though, things definitely won't be the same without that bubbly little Rin skipping and running through our halls." He smiled again. "But we still have those memories of her doing so under lock and key in our hearts and minds."

"I am so proud of that musical angel." Mr. Takahata said, pride flaming in his eyes while his hands were stuffed in his pockets like usual. "The only reason why I'm not so sad anymore is because she still lives with us in our hearts and minds where she'll never die. As will her legacy, which will live on forever. I am so proud of her. Despite everything she went through, she still pushed strong through the storm and showed the world what she was truly made of."

"I'm never going to forget first seeing that little Rin." Suzuki smiled sadly then laughed feebly. "I had come to her room, guided by Mr. Takahata, and she was still in her jammies. She was so cute when she got all flustered. . ." She smiled at the ground, reminiscing. "She was always cute. I'm going to miss her so much." She looked up to the sky. "But I know that she's in a much better place . . . Where she's in no more sorrow and no more pain."

"Oh~! Pablo is going to miss dressing that little doll for her music videos and concerts~!" The clothes designer sobbed. "But at least he was given the honor in adorning her for her long deserved sleep~. He will always miss her, just like everybody else, but Pablo will always keep a special place in his heart for the lovely Rin Kagamine~."

The camera returned to the anchorman. "That is all for this story, we'll be seeing you at the ceremony tomorrow night. Thank you Rin Kagamine, for all you've done. Rest in peace." He shuffled his papers after a moment of respectful silence before raising his gaze to the camera again. "Now, onto other news."

Mami's POV

Mr. Kagamine wheeled me into the funeral home where the rest of the school was entering. After the meeting, he had carried me to the nurse's office and hugged me as I cried for about an hour and a half. Previous guilt from my parents was back and, now, I was dealing with the guilt from Rin. It was far too much for me to handle and I was grateful that Mr. Kagamine was there to comfort me.

He brought me into the room where Rin rested and stopped me next to her casket, then left. He must have done what he had to do when the Vocaloids had their ceremony. I just stared at her with empty, hollow, dead green eyes. I probably looked just like she did when she returned to our school. I wheeled myself a little closer to her. She just laid there, eyes closed, and a look of complete peace on her face adorned with her usual smile. After a moment I gently reached over and placed a hand on her cold hand. "I'm so sorry, Rin." I whispered as my gaze softened then I closed them and tears silently slipped from them. So I was left there. While the other students and faculty cried and grieved in the room, they left me, crying quietly, next to the sleeping blonde girl I had bullied for so long.

~That evening~

Len's POV

Miku, Gakupo, Luka, Kaito, and Mr. Takahata, who stood off to the side out of view, stood on the top of one of the buildings in the heart of Tokyo, looking down at the massive crowd down below. On TV I've seen New York City during New Years' Eve and the scene look exactly like this.

I stepped forward, all of us dressed in our signature outfits, and brought the microphone to my mouth. "Hello, everyone! . . . Thank you so much for coming out tonight! It means a lot to all of us!" As they cheered their responses I looked at Miku and Luka who stood to my left. They looked back at me as did Kaito and Gakupo, then I looked back at our fans. "Now this place holds an incredibly special place in all of our hearts! This was the very place where Rin made her first appearance to you guys! And I know that means a lot to all of you!" A wave of cheers answered me. "And so, with your guys' help, we would like to show Rin how much she means to all of us! Are you ready?" More cheers. "Alright then! Sing at the top of your lungs, everyone! Rin! These are our words to you!" We looked at Mr. Takahata, who gave us a thumb up, before Kokoro began to play. On the giant screen behind us appeared Rin as she performed this number. We danced along with her but did not sing, allowing only her voice to be heard. Finally, the end of the song had arrive and, as if totally planned, everyone joined in with us as we raised our voices and sang to the night sky, light up with the bright lights of Tokyo. Our voices sang over Rin's voice, but the music was still audible.

"Thank you for all! Thank you for all! I'll sing to you forever!" We continued to sing and dance to the remaining of the song then as the final bells chimed, we raised our arms to the night sky from our stand on the building while our fans raised her hands and glow-sticks. We raised them up, as if lifting our hearts up to her, just like we had done with our words to her, showing her just how much she meant to all of us.

~ A few days later~

Me and the others walked into the cemetery and watched her be lowered into the hole. In her Vocaloid clothes, we tucked her into her bed. She was asleep, never to move again, but she had a face like that of an angel's and the yellow marigolds we placed around her were her wings. As Miku, the others, and I left her grave, we stopped as we faintly heard a gentle voice blowing in the wind. "Aaaariiigaaaatoooo." We all smiled as we looked at the sky, flower petals drifting into the cloudless, robin's egg blue vastness. We all stood there as the wind blew our hair. Mr. Takahata stood, his hands in his pockets like always, next to Suzuki who lifted her head from her handkerchief as she stood next to Pablo. Kaito had an arm wrapped around Miku's waist as she had a hand clutched over her heart and was smiling, though her cheeks were tear-stained. Luka's hands were clasped in front of her as Gakupo placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, and I felt a tear trickle down my own face, but I still smiled. Rin was everyone's musical angel . . . but she was my kokoro.

And that all folks! I would like to mention again that there will be an epilogue! I apologize again for making you guys upset, but that is my job as a writer and if I pulled at your heart strings that much then my work here is done. Rin and Len are known for to be the Tragic Twins, as I've stated throughout the story, so you guys shouldn't not have expected it to end in a tragedy. I'll admit an error was played on my part for not adding the 'Tragedy' tag, but it's there now. Sorry about that.

At any rate I hope you all enjoyed this! Please Review and I'll see you guys soon in the epilogue!