Hey there! Welcome to my new story. Hopefully it's not too shabby since it's my first time writing an action-based story so if I have mistakes - particularly in the action then don't be afraid to tell me. Well then, let's get on with the story XD This is the second story since I wanted to write a happier genre... XD I'll try to update the first one when I have inspiration~~

Edit: 24/04/2016
Revised all the incorrect info about Kiyoteru's name info and changed to the right one. I completely forgot that Japanese names were read from the right DX Hope you all forgive me and thank you to the reviewer who informed me. Anymore wrong info, please inform me!

Updated due to mistakes here and then... (Sorry.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Vocaloid

Warning: Rated T for swearing and violence and stuff...

Life Full of Oranges
Chapter 1: Can't Be Bothered

"Agent R02, I repeat Agent R02!" The headset blared as a womanly voice commanded, "Be careful, there's a bunch of criminals out there. There's about ten in the room about to attack the princess."

A shadow zipped from building to building with lightning speed as the nimble figure finally landed to their destined building – inside the window. The figure then walked slowly into the moon's veil of light in front of a single room door revealing a beautiful young girl who wore an all black outfit – black shorts, combat boots, combat jacket and a simple shirt over a bullet proof vest. She had short blonde hair that reached her shoulders which were left loose with bangs held back by white clips, her head adorning a huge white bow in the shape of an orange leaf and sharp, electric blue eyes which flickered with irritability.

Huffing and pouting her mouth the girl folded her arms in annoyance.

"What?" The girl snapped as she mock-sighed, "You don't trust your best, most genius spy?"

The woman on the other line could only shake her head in return before replying icily, "Yes, yes. We know you're a genius. But you better hurry up and work your magic before I send Kaito hurtling 'ice creams' at you. Oh, and your target is about to get killed."

The spy winced at the woman's tone. Whatever she meant by 'ice cream', the girl desperately hoped that it meant that she wasn't going to make her partner throw shaving cream at her.

"Fine." She said finally, "Count five minutes and I'll be done. In return, you better pay me by giving me an orange parfait tomorrow." The other line answered with silence and then a firm, yet hesitating voice seemed to nod, "Deal."

With the negotiations dealt with her difficult master, the girl proceeded to wear her nifty night goggles on as well as a mask before kicking down the door that laid openly in front of her. Surprise filled the air almost immediately.

The room was relatively simple. Just a room about the size of a normal apartment bedroom with a coffee table in the middle, two brown couches sandwiching the table (with just enough space for people to walk through) and a bookshelf. Above, on the ceiling was a single square flush light. The walls and ceiling were magnolia and spread out on the floor were a plain maroon carpet.

Would've been nice if there weren't suspicious looking grown men in the room.

Speaking of them, several had turned their heads towards the petite figure while at the furthest back corner was another girl who had long teal hair (an unusual colour, but then again) styled into two pigtails and was older than her, frightened.

'Am I not allowed in?' the spy asked herself, unbelieving, 'Talk about rude customer service.'

"What are you doing here?" A man to the right implored - rather threateningly, "Don't you know we're busy here? If you don't want to get hurt then go away, little girl unless you wanna join this one!" He points to the teallette shaking in fear.

'What the hell?' Agent R02 thought to herself, 'They're so stupid to not even attack me. Can't they see my freaking attire?!'

Rolling her eyes, the fourteen-year-old girl drooped her arms by her sides before placing her hands on her hips in exasperation.

"Five minutes." She mumbled and the men looked at her in confusion.

The next thing you know, she disappeared at lightning speed.

Literally.

Like, seriously literally.

Very, very-

Never mind.

The man who was nearest to the spy gasped as his eyes widened before falling on the floor to his knees. There wasn't even time to be surprised as men started falling to their knees one by one just like dominoes.

"Oh shit! S-shoot her!" The man who looked about thirty (who had cornered the spy's target girl) ordered.

The remaining three men nodded, shakily fumbling with their guns, and tried to shoot the black-with-a-tint-of-yellow shadow that zoomed around, too fast for the bullets to hit as if she was predicting where they'd hit.

"6 o'clock straight towards my head coming at a fast rate of 500 meters per second." She muttered, her eyes focused on each bullet.

Moving to the left really fast, she dodged the bullet aimed for her head. The next bullet came straight at her just after that previous bullet at a rather fast speed. She rapidly grabbed her dagger from her pocket (as well as twirling it to change her grip) before deflecting the threat away.

The spy ignored the rest by dodging and deflecting - after all, her job needn't her to waste time. Circling the three, she quickly appeared behind the guy who had shot the two bullets.

Wrapping his neck with her forearm, she then applied pressure to the side of his neck (where you feel your pulse) by squeezing towards her other arm - not too hard but enough to leave them choking for air and unconscious.

She quickly left before appearing behind the guy who had asked her what her intentions were and warned her. Still in mid-air, she twisted her upper torso towards the ground all the while spinning her right leg upwards before delivering a final blow to his scalp by her calf very hard, knocking him into the same fate as the rest of the unconscious men.

One minute left.

Straightening herself, the spy dusted her hands. She then placed a hand on her hips as she looks at the only male left in the room with a confident smile.

"So," she grinned, "Wanna play next?"

The man - presumably the leader - shook with fright present in his muddy brown eyes before his mood changed to that of a prey avenging his friends. He growled like a wolf while he stepped away from the teal-haired target.

"I'll kill you." He threatened as he reloaded his gun and taking off the safety lock in rage. When a click was heard, he wasted no second and rushed straight towards her while shooting bullets continuously and quite fast - but not fast enough for our spy.

The spy dodged all the bullets with ease, occasionally using her trusty dagger. She grinned in delight as he came nearer, but just when he was close enough for her to attack back, the man only fell forward and onto his knees. He wasn't the only one surprised as the blonde was in a state of shock herself.

"W-wha?" He asked with bewildered eyes before his eyelids slowly closed and he collapsed, unable to continue further. His falling only revealed the same girl with teal hair behind him who had her legs raised, a look of a triumphant smirk adorning her graceful features.

She looked at the agent as her eyes glittered with fascination.

"That was impressive!" The girl beamed while clapping her hands together gleefully, "You managed to not kill them, too! Amazing work as usual!"

The other spy rolled her eyes in duration with taking off her goggles and mask to reveal blue delighted eyes and a smile, "Say that to yourself. Your acting was flawless! Honestly, you are one sneaky spy," She took the time to curtsy in a joking manner, "Your Highness, Princess Miku."

The teal-haired girl - Miku - laughed as she waved her hand, "Come one, it was really irritating especially when you want to just immediately kill those weird big freaks." She paused with a serious look, "Oh and stop calling me "princess". It's quite annoying."

"You know I'm only teasing you."

The blonde was then suddenly attacked into a bear hug by the older girl, "That's my Rin!"

"Miku! You're not supposed to say my name!" The blue-eyed spy hissed, "Use my spy name! Spy name!"

Sweatdropping, the older girl let go before letting loose a nervous laugh, "Sorry, agent R02. By the way," Miku eyed the spy, "Aren't you supposed to, y'know, perhaps report back to Meiko?"

She blinked before a voice comes from the headset, "No worries. I got it all. You managed to finish in five minutes, too. I must say, quite the show you two put on there."

"Really? Good." the younger girl smirked, "Better treat me to those delicious orange parfaits tomorrow!"

The other line groaned.

Rin's POV

Hey there, my name is Rinka Kamine and I-

You know what, cut this crap (excuse my language). I might as well just tell you who I am, but you gotta keep it a secret (at least until all the characters or someone who doesn't know knows about it). But then again, you probably already know from the beginning.

Okay. Let's start again.

Hi, Rin Sakine here. The one and only Rin you all know about! Fourteen and still healthy, too!

And still really sleepy.

Right now, I'm here running to school with the time ticking against me as well as eating my orange (I don't have time for bread). Why was I running?And with oranges too? Firstly, I'm close to being late with only 10 minutes of free time before school dawns hell upon me, and secondly; because oranges are much more efficient and delicious!

And then...

My watch rang.

Oh no, no, no, no, no.

1 minute left til the gates closed.

Still keeping my quite relaxed yet hasty pace of running, I could finally see the towering gates coming towards me and the great brick walls of the stupid school rising as a barrier to my perfect school attendance (which is always last minute). Looking around, I looked for any sign of people (and thank the oranges there wasn't). I nodded to myself once scanning the area completely. I fastened my speed in order to accomplish this simple action which would - if successful - lead me to the glorious vastness beyond this wall (please note the sarcasm).

Determination filled my bones as I threw my last piece of orange and my dark brown bag (which is safely closed) in the air - just above the walls - and when the sunlight glinted on the small piece of beloved fruit's heavenliness and school bag, I jumped and kicked my feet up towards the sky in an arch-like motion while lifting up my arms in a similar motion. I then threw them towards the ground to the front of me with one hand slightly in front of the other when landing on the earth. My body twisted as my feet landed on the floor, my upper body immediately following making a bridge shape before standing upright to do another flip. Bending my knees as I shaped myself into a ball, I quickly jumped over the wall as to not waste any momentum from the last two flips. At the moment that I jumped mid-air, I lifted my face up to the sky and managed to catch the prize I awaited - the orange piece. Oh, and my school bag in my hand that reached out.

With my legs aiming for the other side's ground, I bent my knees upon contact with the ground. Feeling safe, I straightened my legs again.

'Perfect timing!' I praised myself. Hastily, I quickly munched on the orange piece before I made sure I had everything ready and prepared. My brown contact lenses were safely on (thank goodness or I'd be dead without them given the fact that searching for them would prove too difficult) and my medium-length brown wig styled into one low ponytail was not out of place and still there. I then pulled at the end of my checkered green pleated skirt to make it longer and reach my knees. Hey, I'm only dressed like this for private purposes! I'll explain after.

Comfortable, I was about to walk on before I felt like I was missing something.

Wig? Check.

Contact lenses? Check.

Long skirt? Check.

Everything? Check.

What exactly am I missing?!

Panicking, I rubbed my face in frustration with one hand as I tried to calmly piece together what was missing from my appearance. I started walking quickly but I couldn't exactly walk into class without that one piece of vital information that could change my whole appearance. I rubbed my eyes dejectedly signalling that I was going to give up. Stomping towards the school entrance behind trees and ready to face a whole hell of reaction from my appearance, I pushed the rim of my glasses to-

That's when it dawned on me.

My glasses! How could I forget my glasses!

Face-palming at my forgetfulness, I patted my school skirt's pockets until I felt a hard solid that had huge gaps (they're not real, silly). Reaching in with my fingers and gripping the fake plastic, I greedily took it out before placing it in its rightful place - the bridge of my nose. I sighed, heavily relieved.

After that whole ordeal, I decided to check the watch.

8:27 AM.

Oh craaaaaaaaap. (Again, excuse my language though I probably did this a lot during my narration and later on.)

Since no one was here and were most likely in class, I quickly raced through the school entrance and quickly went to my locker to swap my shoes with my indoor slippers. Banging the locker door closed violently, I sped towards the staircase to the second floor and across the corridor to the left (while checking that no one was there, too). However, just before I reached my classroom's door, I slowed down and a cold, poker face graced my features replacing my stressed out face - today was gonna be another boring day with more acting and more putting up with dumb idiots in this school. At least they won't have to try to talk to me for most of the time.

Now, here, I'll explain why I'm wearing a disguise. It's so that I can hide my identity since I'm famous in the world of crime. Yes, I'm a spy.

In truth, I actually have blonde hair that falls above my shoulders and blue eyes - and if I do wear that appearance, I'd be wearing my favourite white bow on the top of my head (which is currently what was tying my ponytail together). Not only that but with my disguise, I can also put on a new personality to ward people off people from becoming my friends. Why? It's to keep them away from harm and because I'd get distracted easily. That's not all. People are really stupid here (can't even answer simple things like percentage calculations!) even though this school is known for being amazing and full of genius people - but then again, I did skip ahead.

Also, I wasn't the one who wanted to come to this school! They forced me to get in even though I was against it!

Tiredly and with a proper back as I have finished mentally informing my story on why I got here, I roughly wrapped my fingers around the door handle and twisted it to allow the door to open. Once it was fully open, the once so lively class full of noise quietened down as I stepped in and slowly made my way to my seat. Just by my appearance makes people shush (and not in a good way). Every one of them stared at me as I walked across the classroom to the very back, second seat from the wall and just before the seat next to the seat by the window (dunno if that makes sense but whatever).

As I walked, I spot a foot stick out just in front of me and I could tell what their purpose was. So that I didn't have to surprise them by stepping over their foot, I opted to move to another path that led to my seat. The foot that previously stuck out belonged to none other than my bitterly fake yet extremely popular classmate - a girl with long silver hair that brushed against her waist when moving. Tei Sukone.

Her red eyes bore into mine in frustration and surprise and she only ended up clicking her tongue before ignoring me and pulling back her leg.

She's been trying to target me and had attempted many times before when I transferred to the school in secret but now she only gave up since it's the second year and all. She's still trying. Just, not a lot and most might be half-hearted attempts.

Inside, I grinned in victory. I wasn't so easy to fall for that type of pathetic bullying.

After all, people stopped bothering me and labelled me as the social outcast and one you shouldn't bother with.

I felt really relaxed but still kept my straight face and icy demeanour which kept everyone away, while sitting down gracefully in my chair and staring at the clock that was at the front and above the teacher's desk. When my eyes landed on the ticking seconds hand the school bell rang to signal that students must be in their classrooms right now ASAP.

The classroom door was swiped open and in came our beloved teacher - Mr Hiyama. Dark brown hair and brown eyes that were a lighter shade than his hair behind his glasses. Ah, the serious yet kind teacher. He walked in calmly and close the door behind him as the class clattered around the room and messily clambered into their seats. Moving towards his desk, he placed the register onto the table before smiling towards our class - which caused many girls to swoon at his benevolent innocence.

Okay, where's my road roller when I need it?

The teacher caught my eye before waving at me while I mentally slapped him in the face. He wasn't meant to act like he knew me. Seriously, I'm glad my classmates didn't notice or I'd have to fend off against the whole of the school's girl population in a matter of seconds.

You may be wondering, 'why is he waving at me'? Maybe you're questioning me things like: 'Is he in love with you?' If so, no, he is not in love with me. He's only my guardian - yes, he is watching over me. Mr Hiyama is the guy who took care of me ever since I was a child and is also my 'mentor' - so kinda like my second father. He became the teacher of my class in order to see how I'm doing and report back to our boss if I was doing good or not.

Anyways, he ignored my glares and resumed on what he was doing.

"Good morning, class." Mr Hiyama greeted us in a gentle tone, "How's everyone?"

The whole class responded in a different varying amount of responses. I could hear things like, "It'd be better if you went out with me", "I love you, sensei" or "I'm good". Those were only a few since the responses mixed together too much for me. Like I could care less.

The teacher then ushered us to silence, a huge grin adorning his face. What's got him so excited now?

"Class, we have a new transfer student!"

Oh no. Dear oranges, please tell me that this guy is wrong!

Nope, life just has to be harsh on me.

Eruptions of excited questions on who this transfer student could be filled the whole room as curious students placed bets on who it may be or what their gender could be. My mentor was just as eager to introduce the new guy, "Please come in!"

At the mention of 'come in', the door once again swiped open and all attention turned to the stranger (who would no doubt end up ignoring me, too). Let's just say, once the person came... Chaos ensued.

By the doorway was a boy who looked like a girl with blond spiky hair (tied into a small ponytail) and amazing cerulean blue eyes the colour of the sky. His skin was flawless and he was slim but fit. In addition, he had on an award-winning smile that caused all the girls to scream (you know, the kind that goes 'kyaa~') and literally were blushing so much. Some even fell off their chair straight there and then.

But that wasn't why I was intently staring at him.

Rather, my thoughts shifted to how much he looks eerily too much like me (my real appearance) but he wasn't related to me and the worst part? He's the singer, the absolutely world-renowned famous young genius singer who debuted at the age of 12 and gained the hearts of many in within half a year - also known as Len Kagamine. The guy who's the love of every girl (but me) as well as every boy's idol. But then again, I've never really listened to his songs, amazing or not.

Screams of girls exploded.

"It's Len!"

"OMG, IT'S THE REAL THING!"

"SOMEONE PINCH MY CHEEK RIGHT NOW!"

"I LOVE YOU!"

Why are they so annoying?

The Len guy ignored all their comments while he closed the door and walked next to where the teacher was - just in front of the interactive board, "Hey there, I'm Len Kagamine. I see some of you know me already." He chuckled in a rather humorous way. Wow, his voice sounds pretty good considering he does sing... But I never heard his voice before so cut me some slack before you go thinking I'm interested in him. A bunch more squeals headed on his way as I only gaped at him before composing myself and staring at him with disinterest. The blond continued, "Well, I hope to become friends with you all. Let's have a fun time together, okay?" He seemed to ask somehow innocently which caused even more irritating noises to be squeezed out by my classmates - who I formerly regarded as idiots but now... I envisioned them like whatever is the dumbest thing out there.

The other reason why they were screaming or fangirling was because the famous singer was next to Mr Hiyama. Basically, picture a cute blond guy next to a handsome brunette megane* man or teacher. Yeah, that's why. Search them up if you want even.

"Okay, okay," Mr Hiyama tried calming down the rabid fangirls, "Calm down everyone, remember to treat him well." When the noise subsided, he turned to Len, "Len, I'd like you to sit next to Rinka Sa-" He stopped himself before coughing and repeating, "Rinka Kamine," Close, very close Kiyoteru, "It's the only space left."

My eyes widened and I quickly look at Mr Hiyama - or in this case, Kiyoteru - in fear and panic but he only looked at me with a smile showing innocence.

"You need to make a friend, so get along well." He mouthed.

I groaned knowing this wasn't something I could prevent. This day just had to get worse and it's only the start of school.

"What! But why her of all people?" The girl who I mentioned before - Tei - questioned in jealousy, "Let him sit next to me!" She pointed to the seat to her right that was empty and absent of the classmate who was off sick.

I secretly nodded while ignoring how she described me, thank god that this girl is obsessed with Len and is a yandere*. To both our horror, the evil teacher shook his head and replied sternly, "No. I'm afraid I can't do that since someone already sits there. Now, can Miss Kamine raise her hand up?"

HOW COULD HE?

I could see Tei shooting daggers my way, looking like she was about to kill me but could do nothing and melt when the teacher smiled apologetically at her (finally, those good looks served as something useful).

Few seconds passed and the only thing I could do was give in. Hesitantly, I raised my hand up while gulping from the intense stares from both boys and girls alike. Peeking through my glasses, I caught my mentor's eyes looking at mine in pure amusement. Ugh, did I forget to mention that he likes to make my life a living hell?

"By the way, since you're his seat partner, make sure to show him around the school at lunch." He said quickly as if he forgot, but I knew that it was a quick idea that had just formed in his mind to make me suffer more.

My eyes shifted from him and I stared at Len who was staring back at me. I still had my poker face on and I felt like it could crumble at any moment if one more thing would make me angry. Sure enough, the blond started walking my way (with girls staring after him) and when he was near enough, I put my arm down. When the class was about to stand up to gather around him, the teacher only told them to sit back down for registration. He resumed his class by starting the register in order to lead the class's stares off of me and leave me to deal with this Len guy. The boy sat on the empty seat to my left while placing his bag on the hook by the side of his desk before I could feel his gaze on mine. I ignored his stare as I patiently waited for my name to be called out, anticipating the end of this darn day.

"Len Kagamine?" The teacher called out.

"Here," Len answered.

"Rin Kamine?"

"Here," I responded in a cold tone with a hint of malevolence, still showing my anger at Kiyoteru. The guy sensed my murderous aura so he quickly moved on to the next name.

While the rollcall was being done, the new guy poked my arm and I replied with silence. Looking at the board in frustration, Len kept poking me so I gave up and looked at him.

"What?" I gnarled.

His shining blue eyes blinked in confusion. Poor guy, he only wanted to talk to me.

"Um..." He started, unsure of what to say, "So your name's Rinka?"

So now we were on first name basis. I scowled and was about to retort that my name didn't have '-ka' in it, but stopped myself, realising what I was about to say. Instead, I opted for the safer option, "Yeah."

"That's an interesting name." He commented, trying to keep the conversation going.

"Yeah."

An awkward silence befell the both of us so I brushed him off and instead pay attention to what was happening.

Finally, the teacher was finished. Classmates upped and left while picking up their stuff to move to their next class - most girls swarmed to Len before they left (and greeted him goodbye) while others stayed surrounding him as they had their lesson here too, just like me. And just like usual, they threw me a dirty look but this time, more hostile. I opened my bag to get my items out and couldn't wait for the lesson - which is English - to already finish.

Hopefully, if I ignored the singer for the rest of the lesson, then he'll lose interest in me and ignore me as well as forget that I'm meant to show him around school. I can't wait till this lesson is over.

Half an hour later...

"Do you want to close the curtains?"

I blinked in surprise as I stared at the light shining ever so brightly, dancing along on the white piece of paper of my notebook. The light had been bugging me for half an hour already and it was only the first lesson. I did everything I could to fend off against the glaring light like using one side of my book that I wasn't writing on to block the light, but somehow it didn't work as well as I had hoped. Barely blinded, I looked up to my left towards the person who had called out to me and squinted to take a better look while blocking the Sun with my hand.

Blonde hair styled in a small ponytail (Oranges know how he does that with the short hair of his) and a slight look of concern present in his ever-so-stupid face. I glared a bit at him as I battled him by looking straight into his eyes.

Oh, sweet baby oranges.

I swear that that was a mistake of a move that I just did.

Staring into cerulean eyes that shone with amusement, I had to try and squint a tiny bit from the fact that his eyes were far brighter than the magical sunlight.

"Uh…" I answered awkwardly being the social outcast I was with absolutely no friends in school (though, I don't particularly mind the quiet life). The light roughly flitted through the gaps of my fingers that cascaded small beams of bright lines through the shadow that blanketed my face in comfort all the while shining irritably on the rim of my obsidian black glasses. I stared at him as he grinned all goofy. "N-no, it's alright." I frowned, shaking my head to signal my refusal while squirming backwards in my seat, desperately uncomfortable.

No one had ever talked to me like this before. I mean, if I ignored them for the first half of a lesson after trying to talk to me then they'd give up on trying to talk to me. So why is he being all friendly and nice with me?

He didn't seem to catch my answer as he questioned further, "Should I ask Tei?"

He seemed to have memorised the names already from the morning register.

Again, I quickly refused but he asked her anyway. After whispering her name loudly, the girl called Tei whipped her head towards Len in delight but the smile immediately faltered as she looked at me upon his request. She whispered to the girl who had long pink hair with a black headband crowning her head next to her, Luka.

Luka directed her eyes towards me, but instead of a cold stare, she smiled kindly while asking for my permission - she's one of the nicer people who I'm actually considering maybe becoming friends with (she looks reliable and capable on her own), "Would you like me to?"

"…No… It's fine." I tried to tell them but she ignored me too. The tall pinkette stood up and she quietly walked to the blue curtains next to her attempting to close it. Despite her efforts, there was still a huge amount of sunlight passing through from the top gap left proudly by the curtain that couldn't close. I pursed my lips feeling a bit guilty and annoyed at the fact they ignored me as Luka used the spare hair bands from the floor to tie the sea coloured cloths together.

Still, sunlight passed through.

I sighed as I glanced at her showing her an expression that it was okay, and that I didn't mind.

"What's going on?" Now the darn Hiyama asks, noticing the tall girl.

"Oh, we're just trying to close the curtains." Len flashed a smile worth millions that made all the other girls in the room swoon, "Rinka was blinded by the light."

Mr Hiyama nodded before looking at me and lowering his book, "Why don't you move there or to the front?" He pointed towards the free space two seats next to me and the other next to another girl just in the front. I shook my head, not wanting to waste time and partly because I didn't want to make it troubling to get out the seats considering the close proximity. In addition, I didn't want to sit next to another classmate.

However, the light disappeared completely and I sighed in relief. Luka managed to use her tallness to her advantage and close the curtains together. She then went back to her seats and I hesitantly looked at both Tei and Luka, "Thank you," I mumbled, "And sorry." I said the last part quietly.

Luka nodded her head while Tei rolled her eyes in disgust. Obviously, because most people didn't really like me the way I am now.

I felt a piercing stare and looked up again to spot his eyes sparkling with interest. Knowing who it was, I only ignored it. I didn't want to get blinded by those stupidly too bright pairs of water pools. Who knows how I'd end up – probably like those other girls who got caught in his trap. But whatever. I don't have time for that.

Absentmindedly, I started to fiddle with my pen all the while writing down about the poem we were doing; 'Love Philosophy' by Percy Shelley – the husband of Mary Shelley, creator of the classic Frankenstein (who, by the way, is the scientist's (in the book) last name and not the monster. The poem was so cheesy, yet I found it so sweet that I even felt the yearning to actually find someone who I'd love just as much. However, rules are rules. Like I said before, I can't exactly make friends who I'd put in danger and go out into the happy world as myself (well I could) seeing as I was a wanted spy by many criminal gangs. It's a good thing I'm in a place where crime was not as obvious. Plus, I'm just not interested in friends.

Like, seriously? When will I ever have the time of my life?

Then again, I did choose not to make friends regarding the fact that I had no interest. All these things we were learning were child play. Algebra? Okay, let's just say I learnt that earlier when I was a less than my current age. Calculus? Still easy. English? Mate, I've already aced that too. History? Easy-peasy, just memorise all the information and explain. Geography? The world is simple to explain already. Sciences? Okay, now I know you're kidding me.

Let's just say, I already passed University when I was around 11 okay? Now, here I am. Stuck in middle school. Dear oranges knows why I'm here. I don't even know how I managed to stay here for one year without going insane from all the extremely boring lessons. Seriously, they're so simple.

I could remember the flashback before I first got here.

"Come on Rin!" Kiyoteru begged while holding a uniform, "Go to school!"

I shook my head and hissed back while glowering upon his request with my arms folded, "Like hell, I will!"

So this was why he woke me up way too late for training, like around 7 in the morning. Did he forget that I'm as stubborn as a mule, too?

"Oh come on," Rinto - my brother who's older by a year and looks a lot like me, but with shorter hair - whined, his blue eyes shining with desperation, "Meiko said that if you don't do this, she'll confiscate your oranges!"

My ears perked up at the mention of oranges getting confiscated and I knew that I couldn't just risk my oranges for something stupid like this.

"Fine!" I yelled, giving in before snatching the school uniform, "But I'm wearing a disguise, got it?!"

I could hear the two sigh in relief before I shut the door.

"Make sure to make friends too!" The older male yelled back.

My stomach flipped and I suddenly tripped on the floor while crashing into a bunch of things.

"HELL NO!"

I sighed in boredom and I could see beyond my glasses Len looking at me. Again, I realised the pain I'd have to endure for the rest of the lesson. But hey, I'm pretty okay with him. I mean, he did stop the bothering light for me.

Well, twenty minutes left until the next lesson.

megane* = glasses (japanese). In this case, its to refer that the person wears glasses~

yandere* = a mix of yanderu (病んでる) - to be sick, and deredere (デレデレ) - lovestruck. This means that the person acts all sweet and innocent and is obsessed with the person they are in love with. They'd also do anything for that person to love them back. If not, or if something happens to them, they become extremely violent.

Yay! Now it's finished! Hope you all enjoyed and don't mind Rin's sarcastic personality XD

I've been listening to a bunch of Kagamine songs and mostly their v4x's versions and I believe I fell in love with them all over again. Ahh, I'm too obsessed with Vocaloid I swear *sobbs*

Anyways, please review! It helps me to keep motivated! Also, I don't get disheartened as easily so criticisms welcome!