Hello everyone! Though most of you probably don't read the author's note in the beginning, I'd like to provide some background information for those who do. Again, my apologies for the delay of an update for "I Just Want to Connect". I just can't seem to work on it as of now, so I decided to start another idea that has been in my mind for some time. The following will be a reflective view of how people have trouble dealing with the thin line between love and God, like me.

(!PLEASE READ!) Warnings: Yuri and Christianity. If you don't like yuri, please leave. Please don't start an argument or start flaming in the reviews about my "religion". I will not be influencing readers or imposing my ideas. Thank you for understanding and your maturity.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, just this fan fiction.

"Don't you realize that those who do wrong will not inherit the Kingdom of God? Don't fool yourselves. Those who indulge in sexual sin, or who worship idols, or commit adultery, or are male prostitutes, or practice homosexuality, or are thieves, or greedy people, or drunkards, or are abusive, or cheat people-none of these will inherit the Kingdom of God." -1 Corinthians 6:9-10 (NIV)

I didn't like her… yet, I did.

The instant our eyes met, I knew nothing but suffering and unnecessary drama would ensue from then on.

At a café called "Common Grounds" while on my daily lunch break one Friday, I sighed heavily. It had been a rather hectic morning, filing stacks of documents, encrypting repetitive codes that looked like Greek into systems, slamming my face against my tablet, the works. Honestly, I enjoyed my job. It was just the stress, lack of time, and *cough* not to mention a certain blue-haired manager, Shion Kaito, who often mistook deadline dates that made my head spin and eyes droop; such as today. My assigned team and I finally managed to submit a month-long project that practically had our blood spilt all over it. The company was releasing a new console game and wanted my department to produce the promotional designs within a nearly impossible, record-set time. As much of an idiot Kaito was, even he acknowledged our hard work and proposed a small celebration at a bar later that evening to suffice as a reward and token of gratitude on his behalf. I wanted to decline and just get some sleep after work, but his persistent begging eventually won me over. For now though, I could have my meager half an hour of solitude to myself.

"Are you ready to order, miss?"

I jumped a little in my seat, caught off guard by the sudden question. Shit, I mentally cursed, embarrassed at my not-so-graceful demeanor. Then I chastised myself for swearing in the first place. Clearing my throat to recover, I quickly scanned the beige menu listed with delicious confectioneries and beverages, then made my choice.

"I'll have a large hazelnut cappuccino with regular sugar please," I politely ordered, folding the menu and handing it to the waitress with a small smile.

"Would that be all?"

I nodded and turned away when she left. Resting my face within the palm of my hand, I surveyed my surroundings while patiently waiting for my drink. The shop, although clean and relaxing, didn't appear to be too popular as there were only a couple of customers besides me. The walls were a dark burgundy lined with fancy gold designs. Pictures displaying beautiful scenes of nature were held up everywhere. The floor was all laminated wood and potted plants with interesting flowers lay around. My table for two was comfortably cozied into a corner where a large window replaced the wall to my left, allowing only for me to see beyond while the public outside couldn't towards me. Despite there being a lovely black Yamaha grand piano in another corner, its seat devoid of an owner, soft jazz music played throughout the brightly-lit room along with the occasional clink of cups and a light cough. It was a rather nicer-than-expected place, confusing me how this café wasn't teeming with teenagers and elderly alike. Still, I could see this easily becoming my favorite hotspot, what with the peaceful quietness and nearby location to my job. It was a nice change of pace compared to the déjà-vu experience of crouching in my tiny grey cubicle scribbling away furiously at my poor device and typing the living hell out of my worn-down keyboard, my hair a mess, the same outfit nearly every day, and my face mirroring that of a banshee. I stretched and yawned, relaxing my sore limbs then deciding to rest with my arms cushioning my head face down. Not too long later, a sweet, high voice caught my attention.

"Um… miss? I have your order."

I bolted into a presentable position once again and faced the waitress. Before, I hadn't really gotten a good look at her, so I was in for a surprise. She was an ordinary, cute young girl who appeared to be around sixteen to eighteen years old. Even from my seat I could tell she was rather short, a good 5'2'' from my calculative estimate. That's not what intrigued me though. Her eyes were an unnatural shade of… turquoise? No… teal. It made me assume that she was wearing contact lenses, until I noticed that her hair, tied back in two long pigtails by magenta hairbands, were also teal. S-she dyed her hair too, and in that peculiar color?! I thought incredulously. Although many would think that teal of all colors would look garish and just plain bad on most if not all people, her pale skin with a healthy flush of pink and petite body made it seem natural on her. Heck, the girl was rather pretty, and I couldn't imagine any other hue that suited her. Such a unique person would be sure to find a nice boy, if she hadn't already. Still… I felt a strange tension between us, almost like we'd met before or something along those lines. But that wasn't possible; I would have never forgotten such a person. At least, that's what I thought. Nostalgia definitely wasn't the case here.

"Your drink… it's the hazelnut cappuccino, right?" She fumbled for words, my silence and prolonged stare probably giving her the wrong idea.

I put aside my thoughts to the misunderstanding. "Ah, yes! My apologies, I was just interested in your eyes and hair," I admitted, accepting the warm mug with a sheepish chuckle. She didn't reply, and I realized that I must've sounded really creepy. To clear up the difficult situation I inquired, "Excuse me, if you don't mind me asking, why did you dye it? Your hair, I mean."

The waitress lightly blushed and started twirling her locks. "Hehe, I get that a lot. Actually, this is my natural hair color, as weird as it may seem. It runs through my family. My eyes are like this too, if you're wondering."

I hummed in response. Then again, I knew others who had rather questionable hair colors as well, including me with my own pink tresses. Having noted that, I lifted the cup and took a hesitant sip. The hot liquid seared my tongue, but it tasted pleasant and complimented my taste buds. I placed it back down, inhaling the sweet aroma which soothed my senses. I felt warm inside, and could tell that my mind was regenerating rapidly. However, I could sense a presence and looked up. What startled me was that the tealette was still standing there, anxiously watching me, as if she were waiting for something to happen.

"C-can I help you?" I stuttered, nervously scratching my cheek with a finger. At my inquiry, the girl flushed again and hugged at the circular plate she was holding to her chest.

"Oh, I'm sorry! It's just that… I brewed that drink myself for the first time. I wanted to know if I hadn't messed up is all…" she trailed off, her eyes shifting around awkwardly.

I blinked and brought my hand to my mouth, giggling. What an adorable girl! I mused. Said person raised her eyebrow, questioning my actions. I met her eyes with my own azure ones and proceeded to give her my "ever-so-elaborate" evaluation. "It's marvelous! As a matter of fact, I haven't had coffee quite like this in a long while. I like how despite being typically a syrupy-like drink, it leaves a bitterness in my mouth as the aftertaste. You also did fairly well in adding just the right amount of hazelnut extract so as to provide that slight hint of flavor. Really, I'm not sure why you're worrying at all!"

As she listened intently to my words, I saw her steadily beam with a childish aura of joy. "Ah… wow! Thank you so much!" She grinned, an infectious expression, no doubt. The now enthusiastic twin-tailed girl offered her hand in a friendly gesture. "I'm Hatsune Miku, by the way. It's a pleasure to meet you Miss… ah-"

"-Luka," I finished, reaching her palm with my own. "Megurine Luka. The pleasure is all mine." We shook, our initially cold hands warming up within the other's grasp. I cradled her small hand gently and applied as little pressure as possible, as if I were handling a delicate butterfly that could break in my care without warning at any given moment. We stayed in that position for a while, and I found myself not wanting to let go. Miku stared into my eyes fixedly, causing me to become self-conscious of my appearance. After all, the project had been finished only today, so I was sure my hair must have smelled or looked oily and my face… well let's leave that matter be.

"Luka… you're beautiful, you know," Miku muttered.

It took me some seconds to process what she'd just said. I could feel my cheeks heating up, my face probably a tomato at her unexpected compliment. I yanked my hand away and faced elsewhere. "Eh, err…" I couldn't bring my tongue to form a proper thanks. Miku must've noticed what she'd just done and started apologizing profusely, although I wasn't sure why; she hadn't done anything wrong… I was the one who was acting unnatural. Despite that, she fiddled with her plate, blushing for the third time. "Well, I mean you have a nice ivory complexion with the deepest blue eyes, a-and extremely soft-looking pink hair!"

I forced myself to recover to calm the poor girl down. "Ahaha, yeah, it's natural too. Just like you, my hair color runs through the family genes," I lightly patted my head for further emphasis. Just as Miku was about to say something, my phone started vibrating on the table. I gestured her to wait for just a moment and answered the call.

"Hello?"

"LUKA, what are you doing?!" I winced at the yell, recognizing Kaito's voice.

I huffed in annoyance, "I was on my lunch break, which you've so rudely interrupted."

Even though I couldn't see him, I could tell he was shaking his head on the other end. "Well Miss Saucy-pants, I suggest you take the rest of your lunch back to work 'cause you're fifteen minutes late!" He hung up.

In disbelief, I looked at the top-right corner of the screen, the time reading 1:15 PM exactly. I immediately shoved the cellular device in my pocket and started rummaging through my bag for my wallet, all the while cussing silently at my stupidity, which I was sure to reprimand myself for again. Placing the yen on the table, I grabbed my belongings and headed for the door, not bothering to bide Miku farewell.

"W-wait!"

I paused and turned back, my body still halfway through the entrance now exit.

"I look forward to seeing you next time, Luka," exclaimed Miku.

All I did was continue rushing on my way, whispering to myself, "Keep the change."

After finishing up at work, I insisted that I would go home for a quick shower and change of clothes before joining up with Kaito and our small division. He agreed and gave me the directions to the bar and eatery that we were all meeting up at.

"Be sure to hurry, or we're going to start partying without you!" he stated.

I nodded and hurried outside to my car. After inserting the keys in the ignition, I began driving to my apartment complex some 10-20 minutes away. Upon arrival I walked my way up a couple flight of stairs to my door, unlocked and opened it, then waltzed inside with the lights on. I dropped my bag and breathed in the scent of home. Sure, it wasn't all too spacey, but it was better than getting an actual house which ate away at precious money. I had what I needed, and was able to use my excess cash for personal luxuries anyway. On my way to the bathroom, I slowly started stripping, throwing my articles of clothing lazily around the house. That was a major trait I hated about myself: When by myself, I could be extremely lethargic. I stepped inside the bathtub and turned on the hot water, proceeding to wash my hair and body at the same time. My thoughts traced back to Miku, of all people. While scrubbing at my limbs with body wash, I pondered upon our interesting conversation, and then to the tealette herself. She's rather young to be working now, and shouldn't she have been at school during that time? I thought. Still, I realized that I wanted to know more about Miku.

I finished washing and stepped out, wrapping a large white towel around my body and a smaller one to hold my wet hair up. I ambled to the bedroom and started rummaging through my closet for suitable clothing. In the end, I chose simple attire: A white long-sleeved V-neck with a sleeveless black zip-up jacket and a pair of maroon leggings that would go well with my black boots. After drying my hair, applying some light makeup, and etc. I drove towards the bar. When I entered the building, my nose was met with the stench of cigarettes, sweat, and well, alcohol. Lights flashed around randomly in different colors, the boom of the bass in the loud music shook the ground, and a dance floor in the center was crowded with scantily-clad women and shady men. My eyebrow twitched in irritation. The blue-haired idiot hadn't told me we were celebrating at a nightclub! He specifically knew that I drew the line at these kinds of things. I turned around to leave until a large hand rested against my shoulder.

"Luka! You're here, finally. We're waiting for you at the table over there. Let's go before Gakupo wolfs down the KBBQ before we do!" Kaito cheerfully explained.

I paused at the mention of Korean barbeque. My mouth watered and my stomach growled in approval. Even though it wasn't good for me to be here… I couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food after all my hard work. After all, I showered and wasted gas; it would be a waste for making the others wait too. For once, Kaito won. I followed my superior to the table and enjoyed myself.

Handling alcohol was never my forte, never mind my alcohol intake. Now before you start blatantly judging me, I'll have you know it happens to everyone. You say that you won't or don't drink, but either way, you find yourself having a glass anyway. And then you have another, just for fun. But then you start enjoying the pleasant buzz going on in your head, how hot your body becomes, the pounding of blood in your ears, the excitement blinding reason. Despite protests from your now worried friends, you drink more, telling yourself "I deserve this", or "It's just for one night". Let's just say, that happened to me.

"Oi, oi! Megurine, I think you've reached your limit," snorted a drunken brunette named Sakine Meiko, a close friend of Kaito who didn't work at our company but at a high school as a teacher. She slapped my back repeatedly with good measure, only making me feel nauseous. "Don't do that Meiko," Kaito sweat dropped. He and Kamui Gakupo, a purple-haired co-worker, remained sober so that they could get us all safely home as drivers. Despite both men being major goofballs, they were precious, kind friends that I wouldn't trade for the world.

An hour or two must have passed and I was still intoxicated, as was most of our group. Kaito decided to wrap things up and have everyone go home before we started breaking things. He along with Gakupo started assigning people to their cars. The only problem was that I had brought my car as a result of arriving by myself. Thus, Gakupo stayed with me as Kaito rushed to drive everyone home. I didn't remember much during that period, only hiccupping a lot and commenting how Gakupo was a bad dancer, to which he laughed at. When Kaito returned, he had Gakupo drive my car and they both went to where I lived. I was able to get to my apartment by myself and thanked them for dropping me off. Tipsy, I tripped over my feet and stumbled to the bedroom, not bothering to remove my makeup, wash up and brush my teeth, or even change for the matter.

I threw myself onto the fluffy bed and rubbed my face into a pillow, probably leaving some mascara to wake up to the next morning. Getting into a comfortable position, I randomly started talking aloud, my words slurred with the effects of the liquor.

"Hehe. Ya know God; I met this reallyyyyyy cute girl today. Her name was… Mika. Wait, no… it was erghhhh, ah yeah, Miku! She had *hic* ya know the craziest hair. But she was so pretty and her eyes soooo teal."

At that point, I was nearly asleep, my eyelids fluttering and my mind slowly shutting off. The sounds of crickets and a gentle breeze lulling me, I closed my eyes.

"She… said I'm beautiful."