My second story! I have to admit, I really fall in love with this story. Rin's situation and personality really matches mine ^_^

CHAPTER 1.

People just hate to be alone…. But I really didn't mind at all.

Sometimes it hurt to be the only one who didn't have any friends at school, to have no one to count on whenever I break down…. But the time passed by and I soon learned how to deal with it. Eating alone, going to school and from school by myself, playing with nothing but the leaves falling from the trees and the snow that soon melted into rain, slowly became one of the habits that I found it really hard to get rid of. I didn't need anyone to full fill my typical life- I was pleased with my own little world. Why were people so scared of being a loner? They cling onto each other, acted like nothing could come between their hard friendship, even when they didn't like each other just a little bit. They just wanted to show the world that they were not alone at all. Outside. Behind their shiny smiles, were the broken souls, were the mental injuries that never recovered. They just tried to hide them all, tried not to receive the pitiful looks from the other people. They hated pity.

I was the opposite. I didn't have any mental problem and try to hide it by making friends with the other. I was just tired of this world- the world where people were so scarily fake- their smiles, their words, their everything. None of them were real. All they did was pretending. I just didn't want to become one of them. To belong to their society. I hided myself into my own world, where I could be my real self, where I didn't need to be fake, to pretend, to put up an unreal smile- like what all of them were doing.

One of the habits that helped me remain the link between me and the rest of the society, was drawing-yeah, drawing. I loved drawing people around me. With a pencil and a big sketchbook, I could quickly rough out the scene that I saw- a girl reading book, or a group of boys running after a ball on the school yard. I could confidently say that I was pretty good at this. I loved every picture I made- not only because of my interest in drawing things, but also because of the fact that my pictures would always remain the same as the way they were… even when the people in those pictures changed in real life. You see, people were changing- every one was changing. A nerdy, ugly girl at the school suddenly became a sexy, hot whore that did it with all of the willing boys in her class. A tender, caring teacher slapped his student right in front of his friends for some unknown reasons. An energetic, sociable boy slowly became quiet and invisible like he hadn't even existed. Changed, they just changed every day. By drawing and drawing, I could keep their past in my pictures- when they were their true selves, when nothing came into their lives and changed their personalities. When they weren't fake… or something like that…

A typical artist needs a special inspiration to make a masterpiece. And I wasn't any different, either. I longed for a certain person that could be my inspiration- a special, unique one that made me look at nowhere but only him. Make me draw only him. Make me attracted by his charm, by his reality, by something that I couldn't find in any other people. Help me make a masterpiece. Although he didn't come to me yet, but I still kept waiting and hoping.

'Len! Oh my god, do you see he is looking at me? His eyes are just so deep and sexy!''

''He is just, God-like. No girls in this school deserve him. He is perfect''

''I just wish he would talk to me once…''

The dark, low whispers around me made me look up. Oh, right. Len Kagamine. The boy of perfection. The girls talked about him, looked at him in admire, but never dared to get close to him even just a little bit. His face were emotionless and quiet, but there was something scary from that face that made all the other people, both boys and girls, become afraid of talking to him and making friends with him. He had no close friends at all. Always kept a certain distance to the world, put up a wall between him and the society. Just like me. But he was still noticed, admired and loved even when he didn't take any interest in all the students, while I was just like… invisible. But I wasn't jealous, of course, why should I be jealous, after all?

I used to draw Len Kagamine. Like, a lot, just as the way I drew the other students. When everyone had already gone back home, Len stayed at the school yard, lying on the grass ground, looking up at the sky with the wind blowing up his beautiful blond hair and the reflection of the clouds appeared in his blue, deep eyes. Those moments were the time Len couldn't be more perfect. And I usually sat behind the sakura tree, peeked at him, secretly roughed him out on my sketchbook with my typical pencil. He never noticed me, never knew that there was someone looking at him in the dark, which I didn't care, anyways.

'' Len… You are my dream'' A girl said dreamily, snapped me back from the old memory. Len had already disappeared into the school canteen, leaving the drooling fan girls behind, whispering his name rapidly.

Oh well. I was just sitting under the sakura tree, as always, eating my lunch alone with the pencil and the sketchbook like usual. This was my forever favorite spot- it was private, quiet, never noticed by any one else but me. Swallowing a piece of beef, I grabbed my pencil, wondered who I would draw today.

'' Kagami- san?''

My eyes couldn't be bigger when I realized whose voice that was. Len Kagamine was standing in front of me, with his box of lunch on his left hand, smiling tenderly at me. Shit, I must be dreaming. Since when did Len Kagamine, the cold, stubborn boy, learn how to smile with the other people?

''Y… yes?'' I stuttered in fear, still couldn't believe what I had just seen.

''May I sit here with you?'' He asked, still smiling, his deep blue eyes directed right at mine.

If this was a nightmare, please make it stop….Please…

'' O… okay…'' I replied, moved to the left to make room for him. He slowly sat down next to me, opened up his lunch box. I gazed at him, tried to catch his emotion, but failed.

'' Why do you want to eat here, Kagamine-kun?'' I asked. '' I always eat lunch here and have never seen you at this place before''

'' Noises''. He answered simply. I decided to drop off our conversation and come back with my own work. After all, it didn't matter if he was here or not; I still did what I usually do.

'' Who should I draw now?'' I picked up my pencil, deep down in thinking. I tried to focus on my work, but found it quite hard with Len keeping staring at me. What was wrong with him? Did he find it funny to stare at the other people like that? It really did creep me out, really did. I looked up from my sketchbook, to meet up with his deep turquoise eyes. He didn't look away, still…

'' What do you want, Kagamine- kun?'' I asked straightly.

And suddenly, unexpectedly, I found myself in an awkward position. Len's arms wrapped around my waist, and our faces were barely far from each other.

What the hell.

'' Kagamine-kun?'' I fearfully said.

''Just call me Len'' His thumb caressed my cheek, and I shuddered from the touch.'' I know you want to find an inspiration''

What he just said shocked me. How the hell did he know?

''Yeah… yeah'' I nodded.

'' Well then…'' He leaned closer, and I shakily put one hand on his chest, prevented him from being too close. '' I am willing to be one''

'' To be what?'' I titled my head to the side.

''Your inspiration''. Len said firmly, his long fingers hold my chin tight.

What?'' Kaga… I mean, Len….'' I stuttered in disbelief.'' I really think we should…''

''Please draw only me from now on, Rin'' He whispered, pressing his forehead against mine.