"Will you be my Rant-Sensei?"

Ever since he heard those words from Rin Kagamine, Len knew that nothing would ever be the same again.


He knew this would hurt. But he didn't care. This was love.

"Erm, what?" That was his brilliant response. He adjusted his glasses, dark, sapphire eyes hesitant and surprised, needless to say. Rin stood in the doorway, swaying slightly. He'd barely just learned her name, the easiest one to learn, being only three letters long, and now...What was she asking?

"I asked," Rin stepped into the room, hugging her orange folder to her chest, "A favor of you, Sensei." A light frown adorned her round, youthful, face. "Will you be my Rant-Sensei?"

"Rant-Sensei? Define that," Len said.

She smiled slightly. "Not everything has to be so formally academic. I merely ask that you listen to me, as I would like to tell you things that I cannot tell my friends."

"You want to rant to me?"

"To put it simply, yes." Rin said, a faraway smile in her eyes.

"Talk to your friends or something." Len said, trying to be polite. "A teacher is hardly someone that can stand as, ah, a listener for very long."

"But, Sensei." Rin argued. "I'm not asking for a listener." She said this like it offended her. This only flustered Len further. "I'm asking for... A friend."

"Don't you have any friends you can rant to...?" Len asked, still hesitant. Rin blushed, her cheeks pink. She seemed all the more delicate than she usually was in class.

Biting her lip, Rin rotated her toes against the floor.

"They aren't normal...Friends." She said to him, pleading in her eyes and voice. "Please, Sensei. Just for two weeks. Please?"

He couldn't have said no, even if he had wanted to. And as the time passed, he didn't want to...

"Rin." He didn't even have to look up as footsteps sounded outside his room, skidding to a stop. The slight, heavy, breaths. The hand clutching at the fabric of her uniform.


He looked up when she didn't enter. She normally waited for his permission, and then walked in. But today she was just standing there, staring at him. Adding to that, it had been two days since she last came.

He was worried. He could see the depression weighing down her face, and her face, all crumpled up and hopeless. It hurt, seeing the despair.

"Sensei," she said softly. "Can I sit down?"

"Of course." It was after school hours, but Len only left around six o' clock. He stood, pulling the chair back. She plopped down, smoothing the stray hairs as she straightened out her bow. He'd gotten used to this, listening to Rin pour out her heart as she ranted about things that were totally irrelevant to her.

But today...Today was sensitive.

He handed her a candy- Citrus, of course. He hadn't learned nothing being around her- and sat back, glancing down at his unfinished papers before pushing them back.

"What's on your mind?"

She sat, probably wondering how to start talking.

"Why am I a girl, Sensei? Are girls supposed to be taken advantage of? Is that why they are here? In this world?"

"Rin." Len said, appalled that she would ask such questions. "Of course not. Why would you think that?"

"Lies." Rin snarled, her voice dipping low for a few dangerous moments as she skated on thin ice. Finally, she crashed through. "Because some people think that it is so easy to take advantage of a girl who they think never pays attention. They think that she is so oblivious."

"Rin," Len uttered her name again, his eyes flashing. "Did anyone do anything to you?"

"And," Rin went on without waiting or giving him an answer, "This boy thought it was all right to lead her away. But she knew. She knew what he was plotting. And what he was aiming for. But when she struggled, he called backup." Rin had gotten riled up, now. Impossible to stop, and just plowing ahead. "And then she tried to fight them all. But it was no use, because she was outnumbered, and-"

It seemed to be difficult for her to find words.

"Yes, Sensei. Something happened to me," she concluded quite simply. She usually went on for longer amounts of time, but now was doused in silence.

They looked, no, stared at each other. Len was at a loss at what to do, but he cast a quick flick of his eyes over her body.

And before worry, a fiercer emotion kicked in.

De. Si. Re.

He wanted her so badly. Her. His student. His own student, his and no one else's. Fortunately for him, he reigned himself in and held out his hand.

"Show me your arm."

Rin lifted the limb and dropped it into his hand. He pulled her sleeve back, sucking in a breath when he saw the bruises discoloring the normal peaches-and-cream complexion.

"Did this happen today," he asked her flatly. "And don't lie, please."

"Yes, Sensei." Polite, clipped, remarks. She tapped a finger on her full bottom lip, observing the bruise. "Around five minutes after we got dismissed."

"Why didn't you come to me immediately?" He asked brusquely. "Unless you're masochistic, of course."

She smiled thinly. "No, Sensei. I'm not masochistic. I'm just sad. I don't like to be taken advantage of."

She was so very formal. He couldn't get her to open up, but that would become his mission. She pulled her arm back and examined it.

"As long as I wear long sleeves, they won't show. Thank you for listening, Sensei."

She always ended with those words: Thank you for listening, Sensei.

But he wanted to do more than just listen.

Okay, I had to. It was too tempting. DX kills self