Complicated (Len × Reader) (under major editing atm)

How It Began

Your P.O.V.

I lived with my parents.

Yes, lived; past tense.

But worry not, readers of my mind. I'm not dead.

I'm still alive unfortunately. I live with my aunt and uncle, Ann and Al, respectively. Wouldn't it be fun if it were the other way around? I'd be down for that. But I also love with my darling cousin Yuuma. I'm invisible to the outer world because of my anxieties and overall dislike of said outer world; that and I'm usually ignored. The students at the school I now attend talk to one another about famous idols and the "cool" stuff they did on the weekend, this wasn't anything new to me though. My life is dull.

Living with my uncle, aunt, and my annoying jerkwad of a cousin wasn't so bad at first. My uncle and aunt at least love me. Ever so understanding; if I need my space, they give it to me. My cousin is just... something else though. He's the kinda guy that manages to get on all of your nerves by the way he carries himself, his actions, his way of speaking. Absolutely insufferable. "Too cool for school" or some shit.

My uncle is my dad's brother. Were not blood related because my uncle was adopted, so I guess now we have something more in common. We've both been adopted in some form. I have no biological siblings, no grandparents anymore; everyone's pretty much gone. It's just me, my aunt, and my uncle. Including Yuuma makes my stomach churn.

Apart from the affection I get from my scarce family, I still fear everything. The reason? So many to choose from. It's mostly because of the accident. It's awful, yet I still remember it so clearly.

Mom, Dad, and I were on a vacation. They'd planned a big day for us because they had the time to spend with me. Work had been consuming their lives and finally we'd had a moment to unwind. We'd gone to an amusement park where we spent most of the day to close off the vacation, we went to the theater to watch a movie. Probably halfway through the movie, the fire alarms went off. The man on the intercom was telling us to keep calm and head out the exits in an orderly fashion. However, when people are under pressure and panicking, they never managed to stay sane and hell broke loose.

Within seconds my dad flung me over his shoulder as he led Mom by the hand. He was strategically planning a way to get out with everyone running around like chickens. There were children and others crying and screaming every which way in a dark room. Pushing shoving, frantic people tramplibg over others who were unfortunate to have tripped.

What was supposed to be the best day ever turned into a grisly situation. The air was already stuffy with the people freaking out, but smoke began to billow from the air vents. I knew this was bad and I gripped onto my dad. I caught my mother's worried eyes, but as soon as her gaze landed on me, momentary relief washed over me. She smiled softly and kissed my forehead.

Time felt as though there was a lapse. Everything hit me in slow motion and I remember hearing people screaming as they attempted to exit out packed doorways, crushed and stuck like sardines in a can. The emergency lights flashed rapidly, the red streaks cutting through the haze, the siren itself hurt my ears but there was a point I just started going to sleep. That's all I could remember before I woke up blearily in a white hospital room. My uncle was outside the room talking to a doctor, crying and shaking his head.

My aunt Ann was holding onto my hand with tears in her eyes and I immediately knew what she was going to say, but I couldn't accept it. I wanted to scream and cry for my parents but I had to heal first. My lungs were weakened by the smoke inhalation. Dehydrated, I still had a single tear slip from my eye and I knew that everything I'd known had completely flipped for me. It wasn't until my aunt and uncle took me home that I'd found out how I lost my parents; my father to a heart attack due to the panic and my mother to smoke inhalation. My lungs weren't filled with that much, but enough to knock me unconscious. Any longer, however, and I would have died with my parents.

To wonder what if would be stupid and useless. I'd already done it a billion times, what would be any different? The outcome of this situation left me alive. But at what cost?

That's what had happened. I now live in a relatively medium-sized town on the outskirts of some city. It's not the best place to grow up if I'm being honest. Most of the town is run by gangsters from the city apparently. My uncle and aunt seem somewhat oblivious to the way the town's being run. It would have been like a sitcom had the traumas not been so, well, traumatic. Amongst the hardships and my own battles, I'm just trying to hold onto the smallest sliver of optimism. It's all I have left.

The new school. Where do I begin? It hardly is a private academy, but it's decent enough to be considered a moderate learning facility. But oh boy is there a bully. Ever so small, verbally pummeling the weaker ones to make himself feel bigger. He's nothing but a coward.

Len Kagamine, one of the many banes of my existence.

You would think at fifteen, he'd grow out of it, work on himself, be a little bit better than the bull crap he's been pulling, but here we are. His crap started five years ago to be exact, right when I started living here and it hasn't gotten better. Like, it's time to get original, Len. Nobody wants to hear the same "Where'd you cut your hair, the dollar store?". What kind of insult even is that? He clearly needs to work on it!

"Catch it!"

Ah yes, the sound of sneakers sliding and skidding across the gym floor. Basketballs dribbling, the popular girls chatting away atop the bleachers as to not get sweaty. Mood.

Unfortunately, I am in gym class as I recant my life through the pages of my mental autobiography. I needed a break from using my brain for homework.

"Hey, [_____], what are doing there?" a familiar and unkind voice inquired. His tone was mocking and blatantly insolent. I faced the blond with a dead expression. Not giving him the satisfaction of a reaction is the best I can do. Before I could do or say anything, he ripped my chemistry homework out of my hands.

"That's boring, what are you, a nerd?"

I stood up and reached for it, "Just hand it back, I gotta finish it."

Len shook his head and scrunched up his nose, dangling it behind him.

"Stop being a dick and hand it back." I said, the urgency in my voice slipping out. Crap, if I show weakness I'm screwed! Len smiled in a sickly sweet way and tosses the paper into oncoming students playing basketball. The anger boiled up and my fist collided with his abdomen as hard as I possibly could running to retrieve my paper before it could get a shoe print on it. I couldn't even shout for them to stop.

Alas, fortune had not smiled on me today, just a demon who tossed my paper, and a student slipped on the chemistry page.

I'd apologized furiously, snatching the paper from the ground as I helped up the student. He shrugged and said it was no problem, but I could feel eyes on me. Oh, don't you just wish you could make time stop? Or be able to disappear? That would be cool and I would have needed that five minutes ago. The gym coaches called me over and sent me to the guidance counselors office were she stated she was "displeased" with my "blatant act of violence". Len was already sat there in the armchair, a little ice pack pressed against his little tummy. The counselor asked if he wished to press charges and he feigned innocence.

"No, I don't want to call the principal or her guardians. It would be a shame if it went on her record. This was just an unfortunate turn of events. I started it so she shouldn't be punished."

He bat his lashes and frowned like a child, doubling down on the oh-so-honorable and high road.

So yeah. This... this was how it began. Lucky me.