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DISCLAIMER: The first chapter-(F*cckkk) Vocaloid is not mine. Now where's my coffee.

Rin's POV

I walk with my head down all the way back home on the dirty sidewalk. Bracing myself, I crack the front door open.

"YOU'RE LATE!"

Bam!

A punch hits me straight in the face and sends me sprawling down to the cold tiled floors.

Dad...

I wait, lying on the floor, as he storms away back into the smoke-induced master bedroom. I try getting back up, but only to be met with the bottom of a wooden spoon.

"Ow!" I flinch.

"IT BETTER BE 'OW' YOU WORTHLESS SCUM!" My mom shouts into my ears, "Heard you came back late, huh! What were you doing? Thinking you can get away? You little piece of sh*t!" She knocks my head with the spoon once more.

It's better to lie still in place than rather risk my neck to fight back.

Mom rushes back into the kitchen as the already-burnt up food gets even more cooked.

Quiet as a mouse, I tiptoe to my room upstairs. I am not late. In fact, I'm seventeen minutes early; any earlier would be me ditching school even before the school bus drove in.

That scoundrels words continue to ring through my ears as I fall onto my bed, face-first, "Thinking you can get away?"

...Yes, I can get away.

I can get away!

I suddenly leap up, and frantically search for the rope that's tied to the window post. Clutching it tightly, I slide down the rope at the same time embracing the hot friction with my skin.

The overcast above didn't seem to be letting up.

...It's starting to rain.

I run through the empty streets of Tokyo as soon as I escape from the train that took me here from Kyoto, my hometown.

I kept running in the rain and my sprints slowly broke down into a desperate jog and into a crawling walk and finally slower, and slower... Until my pace reached straight zero miles per mile. I trip over my own leg and collapse onto the earthy concrete. I wince at the pain in my left shoulder, where the knife had pierced my calloused skin over and over. Slightly bending over, I finger one of the various bruises on my right leg and grimace at the sting.

It's so frustrating, I want it to stop.

...I want to die.

Who is that...?

I blink my hazy eyes up as I see wet, dirty yellow sneakers walk up next to my frozen body. I look a little more up.

Through my blurred vision, I make out the figure of a boy, I would think about my age. With golden locks of hair tied back into a ponytail.

"P...Please...don't hurt me..." I manage to croak out in a hushed undertone.

I blink once more before falling back into a black tide of unconsciousness.

...The last I saw, was that boy reaching his hand to me.

I stood in front of a doorway in a black surrounding. As much as I want to , I don't open the wooden door. Because...I know it will creak, screaming 'Don't open!' and I will ignore it, and open it all the way. Fling it back so that the rusted hinges snap and only my reflection gazes back at me.

I walk over and lean against it, looking up.

Rain...no, hail. Now it's sleet. What?

The black sky seemed to be raining daggers around me.

"Ah, please, don't hurt me!" I shield my head with my arms. I hear the laughter from the heavens, as if everyone was pointing their fingers at me, presumably the protruding middle one and some the index. Heaven was laughing at me.

"Just a toy...just a toy," it chants, "Not worth to even be thrown away, better to leave it rot in the wind."

I scream.

I gasp back to reality, clutching the bed covers.

Wait...bed covers?

I sit up, frantically looking about like a crazed animal about to be put down.

"Oh, you're awake," says a voice.

I flinch and babble nonsense out, grammatically stringing the words together. "WhoTheF*ckAreYou!?"

Panicking now, I throw the covers off to face the newcomer.

"Relax..." the boy raises his arms like I'm pointing a gun at him, "I just found you on the ground and...I couldn't just leave you there so I...yeah, you know what happens next."

He puts his hands down and walks over to me, who is still trembling on the bed.

The boy touches my long-sleeved school uniform blouse, "It's still wet. I wanted you to change, but I don't have the dignity to strip a girl I found lying on the ground."

He looks at me and sighs, "Why don't you change. I have some unisex T-shirts and shorts. Sorry, but they're mostly all yellow and orange...and I don't own any bras or girl panties. Which one do you prefer?"

He picks up a stray bright yellow T-shirt along with a pale orange one and hands them to me. He also gives me black shorts.

I take the orange one and the shorts.

The boy got up and exited the room, leaving me to change.

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"Are you done?" he calls.

I poke my head out and nod, allowing him to return to the room.

Us both sitting down, the guy begins to talk again.

He gives my a small smile and says, "My name's Len. You're in my house, by the way, if you're still wondering where you are. My parents are always out on business trips so we don't have to worry about them. What's your name?"

Not daring to speak, I let my gaze flicker from the shutter open window to the light-yellow washed walls and to the pairs of jeans spread about. Even though room is at this messy state, it still had an airy feeling to it; much opposite to my place. I even spot a rumpled up boxer and frown at it.

"You're in my room by the way," he says, noticing my grimace, "Sorry about the mess. ...That means you're on my bed."

...Holy...sh*t. I'm on a boy's bed.

Scrambling up quickly I hide half my face with my palm to prevent him from seeing my blush.

"It's okay, it's okay," Len gestures for me to sit back down, "So what is your name?"

I open my mouth, but the words that come out are not the ones I want to spill from my lips.

"Why did you save me?" I whisper.

"What?" he asks, clearly confused.

"I should have died there, right on the spot," I pound my left thigh, "But now I'm back here, in this stupid place."

Now by this time, he would have guessed I'm one of those really weak, sentimental girls, but I'm not. I have a reason to cry like this. I let the weary tears fall onto my cheeks and wet my face.

"Stupid...stupid...I'm sorry to be alive," I say.

Suddenly, Len brings me into his arms, causing me to flinch. Hard.

My heart beat faster as my first instinct told me to punch the guy right in the face and make a run for it, but my brain completely froze. Just as a deer stares into the headlights of an incoming car.

"I'm..." he breathes.

I wait.

"I am not sorry for saving you. Because now, I just want to protect you. But seriously..." He pulls back and stares deep into my shallow blue pools. His eyes...they're so beautiful. A mixture of deep sea blue and the sky with the sunlight reflecting off of them. My eyes widen.

"Who are you?"

...

I make my lips move and my voice articulate.

"I am Rin."

"Rin...?" He brushes locks of soiled hair away from my face, "That's a beautiful name.

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