A Diary's Worth A Trillion Words

Chapter 11
Thieving Fan Girls

This Journal belongs to: Len Kagamine

Phone Number: …If I DO lose this, I am NOT having some crazy fangirl use my phone to return it to me…

Age: 14

Date: 7/21/11

Subject: Thieving fangirls

Well, this had been an interesting couple of days… Yesterday, I had been walking home a few blocks from the recording studio just down the street after discussing with our insane producer Hiratsu (I don't even WANT to go into details about how annoying it is trying to talk to that lady about ANYTHING even slightly serious when she keeps interrupting to comment on 'how good Rin and I look together,' and 'how adorable we are.'

One, we're twins. Aren't we kind of SUPPOSED to look good with each other? I mean, we match in facial structure and hair color, and we're fairly symmetrical after all… Two, being called 'adorable' when you're a guy ISN'T VERY FLATTERING.)

…ugh…

…wait, where was I? God, I haven't gotten the chance to write in this thing for so long, I'm all jumbled up.

…Oh yeah! Right. I was walking home, when I saw this young girl, maybe a year older than I am, sitting outside our house just beyond the property's border, tucked into a small group of close bushes.

Now, if I wasn't her twin, at first glance, this girl could've easily been mistaken for Rin. She had an incredibly similar – no, considering the one small tear in the top corner I CLEARLY remember forming when Rin was performing one of our PV's, I'm sure that was one of Rin's bows. Her hair was short and blonde in a very similar style, though not quite the same as Rin's, and her clothes consisted of a combination of one of Rin's tops, and my shorts.

Being curious, as well as irritated as to how she managed to obtain our clothing items, I took a cautious step toward the girl. A small branch hanging off the bush that was previously in my line of sight was an issue no longer, and at that point I could clearly see a pair of expensive-looking binoculars held up to her face.

The girl heaved a sigh, then pulled an arm up to glance at her watch. "Len-sama's supposed to be coming home soon, I should probably go before he catches me spying."

…I had caught a fangirl clothes thief, talking to herself and spying on my home.

How wonderful.

"EXCUSE ME," I stated loudly, feeling incredibly frustrated that one's fangirling obsession could go so far. Her reaction was instantaneous. She literally JUMPED at the sound of my voice. Her eyes snapped to me as she breathed rapidly like a dying asthmatic.

"L…L-…L-l…"

Now, before I continue, might I just state that mild hyperventilation on top of stuttering of the sound of the letter 'L' is a GREAT way to succeed if you are hoping to pass off as a person with sever mental incapabilities.

"Len-sama…" her eyes filled with an extreme, and honestly rather creepy amount of awe and admiration as she said my name, and that's excluding the rather awkward and unneeded honorific.

My mouth opened to ask what the hell she was doing here, as well as demand for me and my sister's clothing, but I never got the chance to say a word.

All admiration died and her facial expression became that of pure horror as she sputtered an almost inaudible, "Oh SHIT!" With an incredible amount of speed, she dropped the binoculars and took off down the street, fading out of view while I attempted (and failed) to comprehend it all fast enough to have some form of reaction.

A few seconds had passed before I actually moved from my confused/shocked, frozen state on the side of the road. I walked over to the spot where she had dropped her binoculars, and ended up finding a medium sized backpack tucked under one of the bushes. Looking inside, I found all kinds of stuff I had deemed missing a while back, including this very journal. There were a few of Rin's items as well, one of which being some orange, frilly book with her name printed on the front.

"..Why the hell did she steal Rin's Romance Novels?" I shouted to no one in particular. I then sighed and walked the rest of the way into my home, carrying the book bag and wondering what the hell is wrong with fangirls. Once I was inside, I ate one of my bananas, put away all of the items I had found in the bag, and then went to bed out of pure mental exhaustion.

And so, here I am today. Been up for 15 minutes, half of which were spent waking up and reviewing my odd dream (which consisted of some odd child pointing and laughing at me while I drank an orange/banana smoothie for reasons I fail to comprehend), and the other half writing this lovely thing.

Well, I do believe this is plenty for an update after such a long time from writing, I'm going to go ahead and run downstairs to eat breakfast before my amusing, yet pig-of-a-sister (she's lucky I love her) eats all the food.