Gosh, do freaking tired... exams this week, but I really just don't wanna study. But after that is SUMMER BREAK! And, that means more updates :D
Btw, remember that I never confirmed Rin's feelings for Len... only Len's feelings for Rin. Just wanted to make sure everyone remembered.
Disclaimer: I've said it, what, nine times? I don't feel the need to say it anymore.
Oh, btw, for Len's P.O.V, it goes a little back into time, right before he feel asleep on her
Len's P.O.V
I laid down onto my bed, sniffing as I went. I think that being out in the rain made me catch a cold, unfortunately. I sneeze as I lock the door and grab Rin's notebook.
Who cares if I were sick? Figuring out Rin's secrets are more important.
Hmmm... so I was thinking about it today, and I believe that I, Rin Kagamine, is the best candidate for world domination.
Oh Rin.
Who else would do as good a job as I? I'll enslave all of humanity into doing my every whim, except for the people I like. Let's see... my family, my friends in my hometown, Teto and Ted, a few others... I'll even take mercy, and spare Len.
I blush. Godamnit!, why is she having this effect on me? So what if she'll take mercy on me? That doesn't mean, like she likes me. No need to have my hopes rise.
Of course, Luka will be my second-in-command, Gakupo her... well, whatever she wants Gakupo to be. Personal assistant? Sure. Slave for the rest of his life? Why not? Heck, if she wanted to strip him down to his Tako-Luka boxers, and have him dance around her office while wearing bunny ears and singing the Nyan Cat song, I wouldn't care (and I doubt that Gakupo would care either. He's just that into her).
Poor Gakupo. Thank god that I moved on from Luka-The-Sadistic-Girlfriend to Rin-The-...Other-Sadistic-Girlfriend (crap! I'm now scared for myself).
Never thought I would ever think those words.
I flip through a few pages, reading her lyrics to various songs, various ideas for stories. She's a talented authoress, that much is obvious. I feel pride for her.
I slap my cheeks with my hands, wondering what the hell is wrong with me. This is Rin, I shouldn't feel things like pride. Even if I do like her. And yet, every time I read one of her ideas, I find myself unable to control my smile.
I had another dream, tonight. It's always the same man/boy (varies per dream), the same azure eyes. He haunts me each night, yet I don't mind.
She goes into a deep description about a dream that she had, involving all the Miyazaki characters. After that she goes into several more, each more detailed than the last. Soon that's all she writes about in this journal of hers. I notice that she never says any other names other than her own- does she not know that man's name.
I also notice that the description of the man matches mine, and my hopes rise.
And then I have a burning desire to be near Rin, to touch her, even if she doesn't want me to. I sneeze.
I'm an actor.
Pretending to be sick and delirious on medication shouldn't be too hard, right?
So I slide out of bed and go into the bathroom. I take my hair out of it's usual ponytail, and ruffle it up some (but not too much- I still look hot. Scratch that, I always look hot, no matter what condition my hairs in). I rub my nose that it is bright red, and then pinch my cheeks so that they are red and look flushed.
Perfect. Now I look a million times sicker than I did two seconds.
I quickly open my room door and slip down the stairs. Rin lies asleep on the couch and I stare at her until I realize how creepy I'm being. Oops.
So I roll over the top of the couch so that I'm pinning her down, careful not to crush her under my body weight. Her eyes flutter open in confusion, and I sniff deeply, one part trying to make it convincing, one part trying not to get snot all over her face.
"Len?" She eyes as her eyes widen in panic and confusion. Her eyes are uncertain, yet... is that desire I see in them?
Third time in ten minutes I'm telling myself not to get my hopes up. Must be a new record.
"Len," Rin says again, more urgently this time. I just lower myself as a response, and then nuzzle my nose into her neck. I sniff- DAMNIT, I CAN'T SMELL HER CAUSE MY DAMN NOSE IS BLOCKED!-and she shivers. Rin struggles a little, but my hands slide around her waist and grab her. I pull her to me, and then look at her, trying to seem as delirious as possible.
I stare into her eyes, and she eventually stops. After she stops completely, I slide to the side of the couch, turned sideways, so that she is pressed up against it. I wrap my arms around her, and she sighs.
Good.
Sighs equal defeat.
Using her feet, she manages to bring the blanket up. When it comes close enough, she wraps it around me snugly, so that we are in our own little snug world.
And then a thought occurs to me, one that will probably screw my relationship up with her.
So I mutter, down close to her ear, "I love you...
But then I panic as another thought occurs to me.
...Sonika."
Rin's P.O.V
SONIKA?!
WHO THE BLOODY HELL IS SONIKA? I SHOULD JUST... I DUNNO, RIP HER TO SHREDS!
Deep breaths, Rin. Deep breaths...
...
...
...
...WHERE THE HELL IS THIS GIRL, SONIKA?!
I stiffen against Len, and then I realize something: why should I care? Len's love life doesn't concern me at all, so what's the big deal? Big whoop, he says some other girls name while we are snuggled together up, warm and cuddly.
And yet, at that moment, I can't help but want to try and get out of Len's embrace, as quickly as possible, using any method.
So I bend my leg, and then put it in between Len's legs.
He stiffens. Pervert.
Then, with as much force as possible, I ram my knee up into his balls.
He screams like a little girl who's just seen a spider on the lolipop about to enter her mouth (I random), but I don't care. He holds onto that area as I shove him off of the couch. Len lands on the floor, whimpering like a little girl.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!" He screams while glaring at me.
"FOR TRYING TO MOLEST ME!" I scream back.
"I WAS NOT!"
"WERE, TOO!"
Why am I so angry at him? I was happy to be in his embrace two seconds ago, but now I just want to rip his head off.
Or Sonika's head off.
"YOU WERE FINE WITH ME HOLDING YOU!" Len shouts, and my eyes narrow.
"Wait, weren't you delirious. How exactly do you remember that?" I ask. He looks panicked for a millisecond, but his face clears just as quickly.
"I don't know, I just do," he snaps. I roll my eyes. "You were happy, so why shove me off?"
"Correction: I was half asleep," I lied, rather smoothly. Better yet, don't think of it as lying... thinking of it as acting.
"Yeah, right," Len says sarcastically, but he looks generally hurt, as if it's a bad thing that I didn't want to snuggle with him. "Anyways, how about we just watch some anime?"
"Hmp," I say, but I sit down on the couch. He gets up, and makes a motion to sit down next to me, so I quickly lay down.
"Rin?" Len asks, but I just glare at him.
Why am I so angry? This goes beyond my usual angry-ness directed towards Len.
"What do you want for dinner?" Len asks as an anime begins playing. It's my favorite of all time: FullMetal Alchemist Brother (A/N: aka my favorite). Yet even that can't manage to make me happier.
"I don't care," I finally reply, not bothering to look at Len. Focus on the two stupid doing Human Transmutation, Rin. Don't think about Len. Don't think about Sonika. It's just you, Ed, Al, and Human Transmutation.
"I'll make dinner tonight, to make up for... you know... sleeping on you," Len says. I shrug my shoulders. "Here, I'll start now. We can watch this later. After dinner." I nod my head and Len clicks off the T.V. He's cooking who-knows-what, and I slowly begin falling asleep.
For once I don't dream.
Len's P.O.V
IT WORKED!
RIN'S JEALOUS! JEALOUS!
Of course, I may have ruined what pathetic thing of a relationship that we have, but... IT WORKED! Despite the fact that Rin's pissed, I smile broadly as I cook.
When dinners ready, I go back into the living room, to wake Rin up, properly this time. No falling asleep on Rin anymore, sadly. Her angers lessened, but she's still jealous.
Dinner's awkward: we don't say anything. "So, how's the food?" I ask Rin as I stuff some rice into my mouth.
"Decent."
Ouch.
"What's knew?" I ask, playing with my food. Suddenly I'm not so hungry.
"Nothing really."
"Life good?"
"Perfect." Her words are crisp, sharp.
"Really?"
"Really."
"Good."
"Okay."
"Okay." So now we're going back to the 'okay' thing. This is just too awkward.
"Rin, what's wrong?" I ask, as if I don't know. She stands up and puts her bowl into the sink. Neither of us ate much. "Rin?" I ask gently.
"It's... it's that..." Rin says softly, looking down at the ground. Is she okay? Is she really that hurt?
Is she really that jealous?
"Rin," I say again, not sure exactly what is appropriate for this kind of situation.
"It's..." She takes a deep breath, and I wonder what she's about to say.
"WHO THE HELL IS SONIKA, BITTTCH?!" She screams while flipping a small table that appeared out of nowhere.
"C-Calm down," I say weakly, scared that Rin was going to go onto a Crazy-Lady-Rampage. As if I don't get enough of those from my mother.
"Calm down?" She asks. "Calm down?! I'M PERFECTLY CALM, YOU-" At this point, I'll take pity on the readers, and not repeat the... foul language Rin called me.
"Rin," I said, while grabbing her hands. She struggled a little, and then looked away.
"What?" She growled. "Why are you doing this. Why don't you just go and find dear old Sonika, go, I dunno, have sex, or something."
"Sonika is the dog I named after my dead grandmother."
Rin's P.O.V
"Eh?" I asked, my rage suddenly gone.
"Yup," Len says, a smirk on his face. He lets go of my hands, and then suddenly moves forward. I move back, and soon enough, I'm stuck: the wall on one side, Len on the other.
"L-Len?"
"Why, I reckon Little Rin Riding Hood was jealous, yes?" Len taunts. He's enjoying this too much. "Maybe you should write a song about this."
"Yeah, totally," I say sarcastically. "And I'll name it 'The Wolf that Fell in Love With Little Red Riding Hood'." Already lyrics have popped up into my head, but they aren't about jealousy. It's forbidden love, yet again.
Len looks freaked out. "Who would the Wolf be?" He asks, looking rather scared.
"I dunno... you?" I ask. He looks at me with some expression- panic, maybe?- for a long time. So long that I grow nervous. "Len, I'm joking," I say finally, and he nods his head. "As if you would ever fall for me," I say with a small chuckle.
"Yeah... ha-ha..." Weird response; I expected him to explode in argument.
I laugh a little harder, although it feels almost... forced. "And I would never, ever fall in love with you."
"...Right."
"Help me find my body," I say to the black-winged boy. "I'm not dead," I say.
"Of course you aren't. As if I haven't heard that one before."
"I swear. I just know. Please, help me," I say. He studies me before nodding his head once, slowly. He extends his hand.
"Just... just hold on," he explains. I grab his hand, and his black wings unfurl from behind him. He pulls me close, and then suddenly we're flying through to air.
"If you are alive, you're most likely at Crypton Hospital," the boy explains. "Once you find your body, you can choose to return to it or move on."
"Where are you?" I ask. "I mean, your body?" I wonder if I'm being nosy.
"At Crypton as well." His expression doesn't change, but his grip on me is tighter.
"Why didn't you move on? Or, go back to being alive?"
"Because I'm a coward. I don't want to move on because I'm afraid. I don't want to live because their is nothing left for me. I found my body quick enough- most people do. That was 11 years ago. I still don't have the courage to face the living." After that he doesn't speak again, and I don't press him.
We make it soon enough. He flies straight through an open window, and then sets me onto the ground. His wings disappear. No one notices us. "Now, coma-patients are on 3rd floor." He leads me through the door, and we begin walking. Halfway there, we suddenly stop in front of a door. I ask him what's wrong, but he ignores me as he opens the door.
There lies an old man on the bed. Yet, the same old man is standing on right next to the bed, looking rather sad. He looks up when he sees us enter (but no one else in the room sees us), but isn't surprised. "That's me, isn't it?" The boy nods his head. "I knew this time was coming, very soon. Do it quickly?" The boy nods.
He extends his hand out, and then a black scythe is being made out of the shadows in the room. I realize what's about to happen to happen, but before I can look away, the boy swings the scythe, effectively hitting the old man. The old man disappears, and a second later, so does the scythe.
"That's my job," the boy says. "And, it will be yours, if you don't move on or return to being alive."
We continue walking in silence. Eventually we make it to the third floor, where the boy stops in front of yet another room. "I'm in here." He opens the door. "I look at myself from time to time... make sure everything's alright." There on the bed lies the same boy, yet he looks different. The boy- man, really- on the bed is older, his face more gaunt, his features sharper. His stomach rises up and down, but that is the only indication that he is actually alive. "Maybe I should return," he says quietly, staring at his body. He then shakes his head and turns to me. "Let's continue."
Eventually we do make it to my room. I look the exact same as before- it's been a week, I wouldn't have expected anything different. "Well, here you are," the boy says. "Body Sweet Body. Ready to begin living again?" I shake my head. "What's wrong?" the boy asks, looking generally concerned. I walk out of my room, then down the hall, back to the room where the boy's body is. I stop, then open the door. "Why are you doing in there?" I walk into the room.
"I know it's not my place to butt in," I begin, looking at him quite sternly. I move back so that he walks into the room. "But you need to come back to life."
"What? No, I'm perfectly fine being the way I am."
"No, you aren't. You feel pain each time you make someone go on. Yet, you didn't do that to me, and you lead me here. That means that you knew I was in a coma, and wanted me to have a second chance. Well, you deserve one, too. And, I'll wake up at the same time. We can be friends, okay?"
"But-" I don't give him time to talk. Instead I just shove him so hard that falls, back first, into himself. I stay long enough to see him walk up again.
I then sprint down the hall, and throw my own door open. I jump into my body. Become myself once again. For the millionth time, I run down that same hall, ignoring protests, and run into the black-winged boy's room.
Their lays the boy- no, man. He glares at me, yet I can tell he's happy.
"Rin," a voice says gently, and I wake up. My hand is wrapped tightly around Len's, holding it in a death grip. "Sorry, but I had to wake you up when I couldn't feel my right hand anymore," Len explains, and I let go quickly.
"Sorry," I mumble.
"Anyways, it's morning. Come to my room when you want to eat breakfast- everything's ready." I nod my head, and Len walks out of the room. I then reach under my pillow to find-
Nothing.
"What the hell?" I ask myself. I search my entire room, but I can't find the notebook. I eventually cross the hallway and go to ask Len. "Len," I say as I open the door. "Have you seen-" I then cut myself off when I see him reading my notebook in his hands.
Okay, end of chapter ten. RANDOM PLACE TO END FOR THE WIN!
...yeah...
Dreams are so annoying to write. Well, no, they are actually really fun to write. It's annoying trying to figure out how much I should write per dream, and if I'm going into too much detail or not. (sorry for complain-ranting)
Anyways, Author-Sama (aka me) put a lot of time in writing this chapter (even though she didn't bother editing it). So you should review to show your thanks!
Or just review because you're a nice person. Or something.