Thunder claps overhead. Dark, ominous clouds cover the sky, fitting for the depressing theme of the day.

In a large, sprawling cemetery, a small group of people stand solemnly while words are said about loss and life. They stand around a short cement tombstone recently carved. Six distinct people surround that stone.

A girl with long teal pigtails has her hands over her face, her body wracking with heavy sobs. Her cries are so loud and obvious, her show of grief so dramatic, that it draws quite a bit of attention from the other onlookers.

A blue-haired male has his arm protectively over the girl's shoulders, murmuring soft words of comfort into her ear. His eyes stray from her to the quiet pinkette across from him, and a small, disturbing smile flits over his features before returning to a sorrowful mask.

A girl all in red instead of black watches the service silently, but occasionally her eyes wander about to see the expressions on the other's faces. Her hands, which are behind her back, tighten slightly around a small white charm she plans to bury in the fresh dirt later on.

A purple-haired man looks increasingly bored as the service goes on, his eyes shifting from the sky to the ground, then peer at the others around him. A visible amount of space leaves him standing alone in the group, possibly because of the large sword at his side.

The pinkette stands back in the crowd, trying not to seem obvious. As she gazes down at the trampled grass beneath her, she carefully listens as the people behind her mumble under their breath cruel rumors about the 'crazy dead girl'.

Last is the blonde boy standing directly in front of the stone, seeming unable to take his eyes from the name embossed on its shiny surface. Silent tears flow openly down his face, and he makes no move to wipe them away. In one hand he clutches a lovely picture of himself and the girl hugging and smiling for the camera.

Each person comes forward, one at a time, and leaves a beautiful dark red rose at the front of the grave. Not long after, the small collection of people disperses, one after another, until only the blonde boy is left kneeling down by the stone. Rain begins to pour down from above, soaking him, but he barely notices. As he kisses the top of the stone and mutters the girl's name sadly, he places the picture and one last thing upon the pile of flowers.

A fully bloomed yellow rose.

Here lies Rin Kagamine.

Author's Note: And we have reached the conclusion to this odd and twisted tale, it seems. I hope you all enjoyed the short, weird, and bloody ride!

For those of you who need clearing up on the story and plot, here is an explanation;

The people who were killed, are, in order; Miku, Kaito, Meiko, Gakupo, Luka, and Len. If you guessed them all right, good job!

Each murder Rin committed didn't actually happen. It was her fantasies, her false illusions, to help her get through the bullying and terrible things they did to her, which did happen;Miku insulted and hurt her, Kaito molested her, Meiko pestered and harassed her, and Gakupo bullied and beat Len. Luka caught her doodling a rather gruesome picture of one of her fantasies, and used it to blackmail her. Len and Rin were secretly lovers. Rin eventually told Len about the horrible thoughts and things she was imagining, and he tried to get her mental help, which made her think he was betraying her. When she finally had the vision of killing Len, Rin went crazy and killed herself, hoping it would finally end her suffering.

Um, so yeah. Messed up, isn't it? I'm sorry it's so confusing! If you have further questions, I'll do my best to answer them!

Thanks for sticking around and reading up to this point! Let me know just how crazy you think I am in a review or PM if you like! Now that I'm done with this, I can hopefully make myself focus on the next chapter of The Fate Of A Prisoner.

But there is that one shot I wanna write...

Disclaimer: I don't own Vocaloid, nor any roses or gravestones. Just my crazy mind, and I love using that.