Tears, Reylinn Sutcliff [read novels website .txt] 📗

about to go home, I can't stay here over night. I'll talk to you later though?" Len says.

"Yes. Right. I'll.... talk to you later. Goodbye, Len." Kaito says, hanging up. Len snaps his phone shut and drops it back into his pocket. He stands up and walks over to his resting sister.

"I have to go for now, Rin. I'll come back tomorrow though, I promise. I love you." He kisses Rin's hand, then walks out of the room.

 

 

 

 

(A/N: Is it ony me, or was this chapter a little lame? I mean, yeah, it was okay. Kind of feely. But not much action or anything. Don't worry though, guys. I have feels and stuff coming up in the next chapter. *grins* Leave reviews, please! And keep reading~!)

Falling Apart

 Len walks into his small, warm, and cozy house. He closes the door behind him and looks around. He lets his hand linger on the doorknob. This morning, Rin's warm touch had graced this doorknob just before she left. Before she got into Miku's car. Before she.....

Len looks at the ground and squeezes his eyes shut, his grip tightening on the doorknob. He bites his tongue and pulls away from the door, walking down the front hall and into the kitchen. He sits down in his chair at the table. The oak table set has only four chairs, but he and Rin used only two of them; Rin usually sat right across from him. He stares at the empty space in front of him. Rin should be there, muttering under her breath while scribbling out answers to her math homework. Angrily, Len pushes back his chair and stands up. He stomps into the living room, falls onto the couch, and pulls out his pony tail. He shakes his hair loose and it falls out around his face. Sighing, he bends over and unties his shoes, yanks them off, and throws them across the room. Len falls back onto the couch, and his phone rings.

"Yo." He says, sighing a little.

"Len. Hey, it's me. Can I come over? I'm not doing well on my own." Kaito's voice, sounding a little shaky, says. Len runs his free hand through his hair and shrugs.

"Eh..... I guess so." Len replies.

"Great. I'll be over in about fifteen minutes." Kaito says. He hangs up. Len lies down and looks up at the ceiling. Thunder roars loudly outside, and rain starts pounding on the roof. Len stands up and walks upstairs and into his sisters room. As soon as he steps in, his heart leaps into his throat. He lurches forward and falls onto his knees, holding his chest. Squeezing his eyes shut, he takes deep breaths, but that only makes him feel worse. With each breath he takes he gets a whiff of orange peels and vanilla- the smell of Rin's favorite perfume. Len uses one of his hands to grab the door frame and lift himself up, his other hand clutching his chest. He looks around. His sisters bed is made, although it looks like it was made in a rush. There is an orange peel on her desk, and pencils and notebooks are scattered everywhere, with failed lyrics to new songs she had been trying to write. He walks over to her bed and picks up her blanket. He brings it to his face and buries his nose in it, taking deep breaths. He closes his eyes and savors the smell of Rin, matching the feel and smell of the blanket to the faint memory of Rin's warm hugs. Warm tears flood into Lens eyes, but yet again he blinks them back.

"No crying, Len. Not yet. You don't have a reason. You aren't going to lose Rin." Len says aloud to himself, his voice muffled slightly by the soft blanket. He lies the blanket back on Rins bed and exits the room. He walks back down the hall and into the living room, sitting down and turning on the TV.

 

 

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Len hears a knock at the door about ten minutes later, and jumps up to answer it.

"Hey, Kaito, come in." Len says, stepping out of the way. The tall, dark blue haired man walks in. His white t-shirt is rumpled, and his blue jeans have oil stains on them. Kaito sticks his thumbs in his pockets and rocks back onto his heels.

"Got any beer?" He says. His voice sounds weak, and his eyes are red. He must have been crying all day. Len closes the door and puts his hands behind his head.

"Yeah. But I don't think that's what you need. Drinking away your pain wont do anything. Wanna talk?" Len asks. Kaito gives Len a small laugh and rubs his chin. He looks up at the ceiling and shakes his head.

"Nah. I would rather drink myself into nonexistence. Life without Miku is.... impossible. Her sweet, high pitched voice.... listening to her sing and laugh.... her pig tails....." Kaito's eyes well up with tears, and he presses his hands to his eyes. "I.... I m-miss her so m-much...." Kaito's shoulders start to shake, and Len bites his lip. He walks over to his grieving friend and places a hand on his shoulder.

"On second thought.... I think we could use some beer. But only one. And some video games?" Len says, hoping to encourage Kaito a little. Hoping to get his mind off of Miku.

"Yes.... please...." Kaito says, removing his hands from his face.

"Alright. Go seat yourself in the living room, and I'll get the drinks." Kaito walks into the living room, and Len goes the opposite way, into the kitchen.

"Well.... let's get this party started." Len mutters to himself, grabbing an entire box of beers and walking into the living room, joining Kaito on the couch.

 

 

(A/N: Before I do anything, I just want to say- NO. NOTHING IS GOING TO HAPPEN BETWEEN KAITO AND LEN. I DO NOT SHIP THAT. o-o They are just gonna get themselves into a wee bit of trouble ^.^ Please leave reviews, and keep reading~!

Disclaimer: I do not own Vocaloid Len or Kaito, I just like using them in my fanfictions. Along with the other Vocaloids.)

Drunken Clarity

 "Pass me another beer, would you?"

Kaito was already on his fifth beer. Only half an hour had passed since his first beer. Len had only finished one so far.

"Are you sure? I think you should wait a bit." Len suggests, staring at the television screen in front of him and he quickly tapped the buttons on his video game controller. He cursed under his breath as the foe he was trying to defeat revived itself. Kaito paused the game.

"Pass me. Another. Beer. Please." Kaito says. Len sighs and passed him a can of beer. Kaito popped it open, took a sip, then resumed the video game. Len grabbed another beer as well, opened it, and took a very small sip. Kaito chuckles and shakes his head, his eyes still glued to the screen.

"Drink it like a man, Len." Kaito tells Len. Rolling his eyes, Len picks up the can and takes a swig of the drink. Kaito sighs and turns off the game. "I'm going to have to help you get drunk, aren't I?" Kaito says. Len jerks away from Kaito a little.

"Eh.... no...? I don't want to be drunk." Len says. Kaito's eyes are bloodshot, and he is obviously a little drunk. A wicked grin spreads across Kaito's face.

"Incorrect. Drink this. Now. The whole thing." Kaito says, handing Len a full can of beer. Len shakes his head.

"No, dude. I don't want it." Len insists. Kaito's grin falters.

"Yes, you do." He says through clenched teeth. Hoping to stay away from conflict, Len takes the can from his friends hand and drinks the entire thing, then tosses the empty can aside.

"There. I did it." Len feels himself slowly becoming a little tipsy. His tongue feels a bit heavier in his mouth, and he is a little dizzy. Kaito passes Len another can.

"Drink it." He says. Len, sighing again, takes the beer.

"This is not going to end well..." Len mutters under his breath as he brings the open can to his parted lips.

 

 

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"I.... I gotta get o-out of here.... bye maaaaan." Kaito says, his words coming out slurred. About an hour has passed, and both Len and Kaito are very drunk. Kaito staggers towards the door and tries to grab the handle. He misses and laughs. Len stands behind him, his legs a little wobbly. He leans against the wall and laughs lightly.

"N-need a little heeeelp?" Len's voice sounds slightly raspy, but not as slurred as Kaito's. Kaito shakes his head a few times.

"I got this..." Kaito says. He twists the doorknob and walks out into the night, the door slamming behind him. Len stares at the door for a few minutes, then waves weakly.

"Bye." He walks upstairs into his bedroom, tripping over his own feet multiple times.

"Stupid snakes.... who leaves snakes on the stairs?" Len mutters to himself about the snakes he is seeing in his drunken state. He walks into his room and collapses onto his bed.

"Riiiiiiiiin. Get your.... get your ass in here...." Len yells. He starts coughing and rolls over onto his stomach. Then, he remembers. Rin isn't here.

"I hate you, Rin. Why would you l-leave me? To go t-to sleep.... forever.... I neeeeed you.... You are my best friend...." Len yells out loud.

"I hate you! Just die already! I hate you! I hate you and your beautiful smile, and your hair that falls to your shoulders in a perfect light wave, and your addicting scent of oranges and vanilla, and y-your addiction to romance no-novels...." Len brings his hands up to his face and starts to sob.

The first tears he has cried since his sisters accident.

He rolls over onto his side, pulls his knees up to his chest, and cries. The sobs come out in long, low moaning sounds. Tears fall onto his pillow and shirt, but he ignores them.

"I..... I love you Rin. B-but..... in the unnatural way..... I don't hate you..... I was just kidding. I love you, Rinnnn! Where are you?! I have fallen in love with you and you can't leaaaave me!" Len screams through his tears. He has never voiced his feelings for Rin to anyone, not even himself. He always shoved them to the back of his mind, ignored them. Told himself they were wrong.

But now he admits his feelings for Rin.

He knows how he feels.

And it took eight beers to make him