I kinda had this idea forever ago... Well, anyways, I'm posting it now, so that's all that matters! Before you continue reading, please know that in order for me to continue a story, I want to get at least one review. Thanks :)

The genres of this fanfiction are probably adventure, romance, angst, hurt/comfort, tragedy, some humor, and I think that's it.

Disclaimer: Vocaloid will probably never be mine. Ever. Which makes me sad.

What would you do if you only had one month to live?

Skydive? Test of Courage? Confess to the boy of your dreams? Cry over your cruel fate?

What if each day you knew you were getting weaker and weaker, and that time was running out? That you hardly had any support, except from the aunt that you never actually meet?

Rin Kagamine is now going to figure out the answer.

Rin's P.O.V

"Rin, I'm not sure how to say this, but you only have a month to live. A month and a half at most," the doctor said. There was a sudden hush in the room, and I felt my stomach twist in an unhealthy knot. "Rin... I'm sorry," the doctor said. "I didn't mean to say the news so suddenly, and you are clearly in shock-" His words were cut off by my loud laugh.

"In shock? Sorry, doc, but I knew that this was probably already the case. No need to sweat it." My words were said with an air of nonchalance and a carefree attitude, but I really just wanted to go to the nearest bathroom so that I could puke in peace.

My name is Rin Kagamine. I'm sixteen right now.

I will die at sixteen.

I was currently at the hospital- my home for the past four years- getting my usually daily check up. The doctors always did that for some strange reason, as if hoping to find out whatever was wrong with me. As if. Instead, all they do is find more things that are messed up inside of me.

When I was ten, my family and I got into a car accident. My parents were announced dead, and my younger brother and I were taken to an orphanage. When I was eleven, I had felt continuous pain in my stomach, which eventually lead up to me having my first "attack"- coughing up blood, wheezing for air, and some more symptoms. When I was twelve, my aunt adopted my brother and I, and he moved in with her. I, on the other hand, was immediately taken to the hospital, never actually meeting my aunt. Or my brother, ever again.

Since then, the doctors have done many tests on me, trying to figure out what's wrong with me. They think that it has to do with the car accident- something about the glass puncturing me in a funny way-but have yet to figure out how, or why. I have yet to leave the hospital grounds since I first came here, four years ago, always told to remain inside in fear that I would have an attack out in public. I have those attacks about four or five times a month, but the doctors say it will get worse as time goes on.

"Dr. Kiyoteru," I say in a loud voice, ignoring the nurse, Momo Momone, who is currently crying loudly. She has been with me all four years. Why I'm not crying, I have no idea. Probably because I'm in shock. "I have one last wish before I die. Will you let me grant it?"

"Yes... of course," he says in this hushed sort of whisper. "No matter what."

"In my last month, I want complete freedom. I'm not going to stay in the hospital- instead, I want to go out in the city and actually experience what it's like to live."

"Rin, I'm not sure if that's a go-"

"I don't care if it's a good idea, I want to try and see what it's like out there. I've never actually been outside in the last four years, and I want to see what it's like! I'll come back once a week for daily check ups, but I'm leaving this prison place, okay? And, money won't be a problem. My aunt left me with like three of her debt cards," I said quite rudely.

"I'm not sure if I have permission to allow you to do that," Kiyoteru said quietly.

I walked up to him, and said, "Well, I'm giving you permission now. And, even if we don't get 'permission,' then I'm going to break out anyways. Okay?"

"Fine. When do you want to leave?"

"Today. It's the morning, I have an entire day to burn. I'm sure that you have some spare clothing for me... I'll just get everything ready, and leave!"

And, thirty minutes later, I did.

The hospital gave me a backpack, where I put in a spare change of clothes, my medication, cell phone, tooth brush, and wallet. I also had a picture of my parents, and a gift that they gave me when I was young- four clips and a bow. I didn't really feel like wearing it in my hair.

The world hadn't really changed in the past four years. After renting a room in a hotel for the night, I left to go and buy some new clothing, which took most of the day. By the end of it, however, I got lots of new shirts and pants, the majority of them black or a dark color. I didn't feel like wearing bright colors when my death loomed right ahead of me.

Death.

I don't want to die.

I returned to the hotel room, and set all of my bags down. I then changed into some of my new clothing, and sat down on the bed. I kept my clips in my hair, but left my bow off.

A month.

I have a month. That's all.

I quickly got up, and left the hotel. I don't want to think about what's coming around the corner, not at all. If I do, I'll have a panic attack.

Twilight was setting as I began walking to a park that I had seen while walking to the hotel. I pulled the hood of my jacket up, and then put my buds into my ears, drowning out the sounds of the rest of the world. After settling on a bench, I pulled out a small notebook that I carried around with me everywhere. Usually in that notebook, I wrote down song lyrics, or perhaps stories that I had thought of. Now, I had something else in mind.

The List:

1. Sing an original song in front of a giant audience.

2. Meet some sort of famous singer- perhaps Hatsune Miku or Kaito Shion? Maybe Gumi Megpoid or Iroha? Any one of them will work, at any rate.

3. Steal something from one of the people stated in goal number two. Nothing big- something like Hatsune's leeks, or Shion's scarf. Make sure to return.

4. Go to an amusement park.

5. Go the beach, and set off some fireworks.

6. Meet my younger brother, Piko.

7. Visit my parents grave.

8. Fall in love? (well, I needed to put something cliche in). Oh, and dance a waltz with that person, at a really fancy party.

9. Find a haunted place, and spend the night there. With my best friend, hopefully.

"Really? Fall in love? Girls..." A voice says in my ear, and I shriek and jump into the air. I look behind to see a boy standing there.

He looks like me, with his blonde hair, which he leaves in a pony tail, and blue eyes. Although, the look in his eyes are completely different from mine- mine are dull and uncaring whereas his hold a mischievous glint, like he's about to frame you for some crime. Strapped to his back is a violin, and in his mouth he twirls a lollipop around. His clothing is kind of like mine as well- he wears lots of black, but once again, he has something different- he also adds a lot of yellow in. He wears a black, sleeveless vest, and a yellow tie.

"Shut up, blondie. I didn't know what else to put," I say while sticking my tongue out. He reaches forward and grabs my notebook out of my hands. After reading the list, he looks up at me, and says, "Your parents are dead?"

"I have no reason to answer," I reply stiffly.

"Mine are, and I have no problem saying it. Hmmm... so why did you make this list?" How should I respond to that? That my death is coming, and I just want to do a few things before it's done? I don't think that he would believe me.

"I just... I just felt like doing these things, okay? Now, can I have my notebook back?" I ask while stretching out to grab it. He pulls it a little farther and flips through, stopping here and there to read a page. I blush bright red, not have ever intending to show my songs to anyone else.

"What's with this song? Um, the one called 'Tokyo Teddy Bear'?" The rude blonde boy asks.

"Me wanting to change, is that so hard so tell? Now, give it back," I say while desperately reaching forward.

"Really? It's kind of messed up... How would you sing it?" I reach forward again, only to have a sharp pain in my side. I fall to the ground, coughing. Suddenly, the boy is next to me, his arms kind of around me, and he looks like he's panicking. "Hey, you okay?" He asks after my little fit. I swallow back some dizziness and then swat his hand away.

"I'm fine. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be leaving," I say, and then grab my notebook, which he dropped.

"No, wait," the boy calls, and I stop. "You... you're interesting, girl. Most girls would have tried flirting with me by now, since I'm incredibly good looking-"

"And narcissistic," I say, but he ignores me.

"-But you haven't once! And, what's more, I like your lyrics, so I want to read the rest of your notebook. Mind if I borrow that?" I begin walking, and motion for him to follow. He does, and falls in stride with me. "My name is Len Kagamine. Yours?" I stop walking, and stare at Len. "What?"

"Are... are we related, somehow?"

"Don't think so. Why?"

"My name is Rin Kagamine," I say in a shaky voice. He gapes at me, and then half shrugs his shoulder. "Anyways, can I keep this notebook?"

"No, Len. But, I have a deal for you. If you help me accomplish this list in less than a month-"

"-Why a month?" I flinch, and then shake my head.

"Reasons. Anyways, if you help me complete this list in a month, I will allow you to help me read through my notebook as we go to our various locations. And, I will explain why I wrote each story, or lyric. Deal?"

"Deal," he says without any hesitation, and then pulls his phone out. "Let's exchange numbers?" I nod my head, and we do so. "Where do you live, Rin?" Len asks, and I ignore the "Stalker Alter" that flashes through my head. I shouldn't be trusting this boy so easily, but something about him attracts me to him. Anyways, if there is any sign that he may hurt me in anyway, I will ditch Len, so I will probably be okay. Hopefully.

"Here," I say as we stop in front of my hotel. "But only for tonight. I'm kinda going to be moving around some."

"Great! I guess I'll rent a room here as well," Len says, and he enters the building.

"Wait, what? Why are you renting a room for yourself?" I ask in a confused voice as I follow after him.

"Oh, you want to share a room?" Len asks, a smirk dancing on his lips.

"Stupid! I meant why are you renting a room?" I ask, my face heating up.

"All I have to return to is an empty apartment, so what's wrong with staying here? I haven't paid rent yet, anyways, so all shall be good." After does that, we go into our separate rooms, and I plop down onto my bed. I open my notebook, study my list, and then add a completely unreasonable goal, making my list complete.

10. Live.

And, that was the end of chapter one! Did you like it? Remember, one review (although I do prefer more) to continue!