From the moment I was born, I knew I was different. I didn't act like the others, or even think like them. I lacked sympathy in many ways. I didn't care, for goodness sakes. My heart was stone cold. That is, until I met him.
I was born an orphan into a strict orphanage; I didn't know who my parents were. Often times I'd wake up from my cold metal bed and cry silent tears in anger. They'd just LEFT me here. I dearly hoped they'd come one day and claim me as their own. But years and years passed, and there was no sign of them. There was one thing that enlightened me, though. It set me apart from the rest of the kids at the schools. My voice was clear and crisp. Perfect for singing. I was the envy of the chorus at school. I was the only one in the whole district who could sing like that. I spent most of my time writing songs and singing them to perfection.
They moved me to a girl's only boarding school when I was in my mid-teens. I was recognized for leading the choir and taking up all their solos. But I never shared my creations and compositions with the world. I kept them in a locked file under my bed. I only sang when nobody was around. Because of my cold attitude, the other girls dubbed me as "cool and spicy" and feared me at times. I didn't care for anything. I left school with high marks. Then, I was out in the world, with only a small amount of money, my compositions, and a cold heart.
Until I met him that one day. I'd been hired for Crypton, a musical company. They valued my singing skills at the interview. I wasn't planning on letting them see my blueprints, but I brought them with me anyway. I walked into the lobby, dressed in my uniform. I sat down, waiting for someone to give me instructions. I checked my watch again and again. Nobody came. I had that sickly feeling that I got whenever I thought of my parents. I felt neglected. A tear was suspended in my eye, about to roll down my cheek, when I felt a hand grasp my shoulder. I looked up to see a guy with yellow hair, the same tinge as mine, tied into a ponytail. He smiled at me, and I rubbed my eyes and tried to make it look like I wasn't crying.
"You're… Rin, right?" he asked. He had this light look in his face, his words, everything.
"Yeah. Who're you?" I asked. I didn't like to be suddenly disrupted.
"Len Kagamine. Nice to meet you." He gave me a grin and extended his hand. I shook it. "What's this?" he said suddenly, pointing to my case. It had opened, and my neatly drawn music sheets spilled over the floor.
"S-shoot!" I tried to gather them up, hoping he didn't notice what was written on it. But the nosy kid had picked one up and started reading it.
"Kokoro…" he whispered under his breath. I had written that back when I was much younger. Len began to sing. His singing voice was radiant. It had that warmth and comfort I had craved for years. I stood amazed at the song. He smiled.
"What's your surname, Rin?"
"I have none."
"Well then, let mine be yours for the rest of your life."
From then on, I knew I loved him.
I got to know him better. He was an orphan, abandoned like me. We looked alike. We lived a similar life. We loved the same things. Little by little, the coldness of my heart evaporated, leaving a pure one. We sang together. He was the only one I trusted singing my compositions. Sometimes, we'd sing solos, some others we'd sing together. Just the way I wanted it to be. My compositions, as well as his, my best friend Miku's, and the rest of our Crypton family would bring us to fame one day.
I wondered some time… could we be long lost twins? Or were we completely different beings, brought together by fate? I'd never know. But in the years to come, I'd realize what he really was to me. He was my perfect reflection.
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