Rin's Savior

Author's Note: I am writing this as the best form of how Len and Rin would meet. I got this idea off of their Daughter and Servant songs, except their not princesses or servants, they're teens, and Rin is living a very hard life, and Len is in the position to save her. Their roles are reversed from the songs. Kinda like Rin is the servant and Len is the 'daughter'. I've always wanted to hear the story/fanfiction version of that song. BUT since NO ONE could be bothered to write it, I will. And I will try to write enough in these first few chapters because I don't get on here much. Anyway, Enjoy!

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Run. That was all my mind could process. I couldn't think anything else. Run. Even though these men were twice my size, I was leaner and faster. I was never happier than in that moment that I was a tall and skinny girl who ran whenever she was frustrated. And it never came in more use than now. I may have a chance. I ran harder, flying, my long legs pushing as hard as they would carry me. I heard the pounding behind me, pairs of multiple feet chasing me. They were heavy against the pavement, sending vibrations everywhere. I knew that if I could run this fast until I got to the police station, and then I would win. But I was running out of steam. And quickly. I pushed myself harder. Then it happened all of a sudden. My toe caught a crack in the pavement, and I went tumbling down. My forearms came up to protect my face, but my head still cracked against the pavement. I tumbled forward, my legs tumbling over my head, and then my back pounded against the concrete. My vision went blurry quickly, but I still heard the cry of success from the men. I saw them surround me.

Oh, sorry. You're probably really confused at the moment. I started way too late. Crap, now I want an orange. I'll start from the beginning. I don't need confused whining people complaining to me. We'll get back to that part later. So here's the beginning.

I lived with three people in a tiny two bedroom trailer. I had an extremely cramped 12x8 foot bedroom, which I was forbidden to decorate by the land lady, and my mother was in a small master bedroom with an adjoining bedroom. My mother's friend Toshi lived on a mattress in our living area. I was fourteen years old, with short blonde hair and blue eyes. I had a small frame, despite being one hundred and seventy centimeters. I was tall, but my very slight curves made up for it. I was one hundred and three pounds, and despite my height, I still looked eleven. My face was angular, but when I smiled, my child face was present and my cheeks rounded. My lips were full, but not huge. They had a pouty look to them that suited me just fine. My eyebrows were angular over my deep set aqua eyes.

I had always been told that my eyes were my best feature. That's me.

My mom is one hundred and seventy seven centimeters, heavy set, with long brown hair, hazel blue eyes, and a rounded sort of grandmotherly face, and she was forty seven years old. But something about her was important for anyone to know. She couldn't walk. When I was eight, she had gotten into a horrible car wreck from her friend driving drunk. She suffered a completely broken leg, and nerves severed in her arm from the glass cutting her arm. The first time I had ever seen my mother after that was three weeks after it had happened. I had known the day it happened, but I couldn't see her. I was at my father's house that week. He liked for me and my sister to visit as much as possible, even though my sister wasn't his daughter.

My sister and my brother and I had completely different fathers but the same mother. It was so confusing. I took care of my mother, the house, and the cooking. Stuff like making her food, cleaning up after, helping her with baths, emptying her porta potty, cleaning up the house, making all of my meals, and hers, etc. Toshi was one hundred and seventy two centimeters tall, about sixty five years old, and obsessed with American cowboys. He wore a large straw cowboy hat, and a red NASCAR jacket. He was a complete jerk to me, such as whenever I watched something I wasn't supposed to or lied about the dishes, or tried to take a walk at night, he would say things such as 'You're a no good little liar,' 'You do nothing but sneak around, no one will like you if you do that,' 'You will give your mom a heart attack one day from how bad a daughter you are.'

Whatever. I had learned that when someone starts to insult me, to look at a wall above their head, count to fifty and then say 'whatever, okay, fine.' Or whatever worked to get them to shut up. My father was my height, but that was as far as the resemblance went. He was a black haired, brown eyed, olive skinned man. He was a raging alcoholic, and I had never once seen him sober. I hadn't seen him since I was ten or eleven. My sister was one hundred and sixty centimeters, three years older than me, heavy set, with hazel blue eyes, long brown hair, and tanner skin than mine. My skin was a medium ivory, not very tan, and hers was at least five or six shades darker than mine. When we had been younger, she and I had been fairly close, but when she reached middle school, she had bullied me, saying I was a, 'no good little bitch,' 'annoying little good for nothing brat,' 'useless little trash,' 'spoiled little bitch' etc. No one needs to honestly know those details.

She would scream and punch walls, and tell us that she hated us, that she wished she had been born into another family, so on. She would on very seldom hit me, but that happened five or six times. She once even did it at our school. But enough on her. My brother was one hundred and seventy seven centimeters, heavy set, long brown hair, hazel blue eyes, and he was the closest thing to a normal brother I had. He would toss me around, and play rough with me, but he moved to America to be with a girl he liked. My sister had moved out when I was twelve, and that left me to do everything around the house. I was in public school until I couldn't take the bullying anymore, so my mother homeschooled me. But she was so sick, and going to the hospital visits, planning her next surgery, so it rarely got done.

But I looked like no one else in my family. Blonde hair to rival their brown. Intense blue to rival their hazel blue. Extremely skinny to rival their heavy set bodies. I didn't act like them either. I was outgoing, loud, energetic, and I had anger management issues. I also loved music. I played the flute, clarinet, and piano. I also loved to sing. You couldn't go into my room without some kind of music playing, and my tastes were eclectic. My family was shy, calm, sensitive, etc. Only my sister had anger management issues like me.

Are you satisfied with that description? Okay, let's go back to where I was.

I was cleaning out my mother's handicapped toilet, and she asked, "Rin, could you also get me some ice for my water?" I nodded, and said, "Sure, mom." I went and filled a cup with ice and brought it back to her. She then asked me, "Could you also hand me a roll of toilet paper? I'm out." I nodded and said, "Alright." I went into her bathroom and grabbed a roll of toilet paper for her and handed it to her. Again she asked, "Do you think you could also fix me some toast and oatmeal?" I nodded again, my eye twitching. This was getting a little annoying.

I know she couldn't do this for herself, but I didn't want to do things one after another after another after another. I went into the small kitchen and grabbed a bowl and a plate. I brought out the instant oatmeal and the bread, butter, and cinnamon. I started to boil the water when Toshi asked, "Rin are you making oatmeal? Do you think I could have some?" My eye twitched again. My eye twitching was something that happened when I was getting extremely frustrated or annoyed. Get it yourself. But despite myself, I said, "Fine, I don't mind." When it came to Toshi, I always tried to take a higher road. I failed, but at least I tried.

I made the oatmeal and gave a bowl to him, and one to my mom, and then I walked out of her room mumbling, "I have to do everything. Can't anyone do anything for themselves? What am I, a live in nurse?" I had almost closed the door when my mother asked, "Excuse me?" Damn it. She heard that. Well, I wasn't going down without a fight. "I said that I have to do everything, and that I feel like a live in nurse." She glared at me. "You do not. You are stuck in that room all day. How could you?" I glared right back. "Because I don't go to school anymore, and you call me in here every twenty minutes asking for heaps of things. You know I don't mind doing things for you, just not continual things, I mean, I should get a little break!" I screamed a little. She glared harder.

"Well, you should just do it without an attitude. They have to be done, what am I supposed to do? Call you back all the time?" I looked at her eyes wide, and shrugged. "You do that now." I explained, as if it were obvious. She got a deadly look on her face. "I think the radio should come out of your room. Obviously that worldly music you listen to is influencing you." I looked at her incredulously. "Because I'm annoyed? How is that fair? You can't blame everything on Satan. Sometimes, I just get annoyed!" I screamed. I knew I was over reacting, but music was my best friend. It was the thing that calmed me down, and the thing that put me to sleep.

She shrugged. "Fine. I'll get Toshi to bring it out." I got deadly calm. It was something I did when I was about to do something I would regret. Like exploding. This was very easy for me to do. I stomped out of her room, slamming her door, slipped my sneakers on, and opened the door. "Where are you going?" Toshi asked highly, from his perch in the mattress in the living room. "Out." I ground out. He got a high and mighty look. "Sneak." I slammed the door before he finished. I ran and ran and ran, past the cars on the road by my house, past the small gas station a block from my house, and I ran and ran. I don't know how long I ran, I just did. I ran until I didn't know where I was. I looked around. I was in an alleyway, and the sun was going down. I didn't know where I was, or how to get back. Damn! Rin, you idiot! What was I thinking? I'm lost without a phone, or anyone close by that I know. Great. I started to walk back the direction I came when I saw someone ahead of me.

That wasn't the weird part though; he and all his friends were … laughing and pointing. I started to get a very bad feeling. I turned back, and started walking. I then heard a loud, slurred, "Hey! Where you going pretty girl?" I shook my head in disgust. They all reminded me of my father. I was concentrated on my disgust when I heard footsteps behind me. I didn't have to look over my shoulder to know that they were following me. There were three or four of them behind me, all apparently drunk. I could smell the alcohol from the distance between us.

I picked my pace up, to test them. They picked their pace up as well. Oh, God. They're following me. They're probably rapists. I walked like this for a couple more moments, and then broke out in a full sprint. It took them by surprise, and it took them about a full minute to break out into running. Run. That was all my mind could process. I couldn't think anything else.

Run. Even though these men were twice my size, I was leaner and faster. I was never happier than in that moment that I was a tall and skinny girl who ran whenever she was frustrated. And it never came in more use than now. I may have a chance. I ran harder, flying, my long legs pushing as hard as they would carry me. I heard the pounding behind me, pairs of multiple feet chasing me. They were heavy against the pavement, sending vibrations everywhere. I knew that if I could run this fast until I got to the police station, and then I would win.

But I was running out of steam. And quickly. I pushed myself harder. Then it happened all of a sudden. My toe caught a crack in the pavement, and I went tumbling down. My forearms came up to protect my face, but my head still cracked against the pavement. I tumbled forward, my legs tumbling over my head, and then my back pounded against the concrete. My vision went blurry quickly, but I still heard the cry of success from the men. I saw them surround me.