I'm just so enamored with livetune's music. DHJLKGAJHJKHJK. That's where I got my inspiration.

Disclaimer: I don't own the song nor do I own Vocaloid at all.

Home, Where She Is

Miku

Luka's headphones leaked the latest pop song from Hatsune Miku, her voice uplifting and giving her an adrenaline rush thanks to the powerful meaning. Her arms were draped over the port's railing, a cold rush of air hitting her pink cheeks, splashes of water flying into her face from the ocean below. People walking by her gave her annoyed looks from how loud her music was, but with her stoic face they knew she didn't care at all.

With the voice of her lover that she hadn't seen in months ringing in her ears, Luka felt her eyes well up in tears for the fifth time that day, looking at her watch that displayed the time. Five fifty-seven; barely three hours until Miku was to come home.

Not home, but the house she lived in with Luka. Her other homes consisted of her parents' house, some extra apartments scattered in the country and a house of her own somewhere deep in Tokyo. But for now, Luka was content with calling her and Miku's place "home."

It had been months since they had seen each other – Miku explaining she was needed as an opening act for five bands, and had a concert to be at in Shanghai, China. Luka wasn't happy that Miku was always weighted down by work, but once she saw her on live streams, smiling and passionate about the songs she sang, Luka could never hate it. Her music videos were always exciting to watch too.

But she could never shake off the loneliness she felt when Miku was away; sure, she could watch her streams and videos and promos, but it wasn't the same as actually having her around – and she really had no way of changing that. Miku loved her job, that was evident in the way her eyes brightened every time she mentioned a song, with all the clothes she wore to match with the themes of those songs, and with the way she couldn't stop herself from asking for more work.

Her watch beeped, although she didn't hear it, instead letting her tears fall silently. She didn't sob or create a scene – she simply cried.

Luka loved Miku. She loved her so much she didn't care about being upset or unhappy with her life; Miku was enjoying hers, and as long as she returned to Luka's arms unharmed, she'd be okay. But she also knew that with Miku away, that also opened up opportunities for guys and girls alike to hit on her and try to seduce her. Being 22 and Miku barely turning sixteen, Luka felt threatened.

The song slowly ended with a piano riff, and Luka wiped her face quickly before taking her iPod out to change the next song, not wanting to hear Rin and Len's latest song about them as a couple. They rarely talked, if only when Miku was around, but Luka had known about their relationship for a while; the two always had to rub it in her face.

"Jeez," a teenage girl giggled, pulling her smirking boyfriend along to stand next to Luka. The two were walking from school, although the girl was wearing his scarf, the colors clearly matching his outfit. His hands were on her hips, a small smile on his face while he whispered things that made her blush and berate him for. It made her feel queasy.

She knew she was clingy, but not on the level seeing other couples made her sick. Luka was the type of woman who liked to know where her partner was, although she never messaged her or demanded she be with her at all times. Knowing Miku was safe was enough, although she liked to keep up with Miku's constant moving around, even if it meant calling or texting her at a bad time. And she was the type of woman who preferred to hold hands with Miku, or hug her – simple things that reassured her she wasn't going crazy.

"I'm such a loser," she breathed, playing another one of Miku's songs. They weren't a complete substitute, but they compensated enough for Miku not being next to her.

Ignoring the constant, annoying vibrations her phone made from her mom calling her, Luka sat on a bench, still overlooking the ocean. It was six forty-nine; two hours until Miku came home, and her stomach was both hurting and growling.

"Looks like someone's miserable," a deep voice sang, purple hair coming into view. Gakupo smiled as he sat next to Luka, the sort of smile that helped her when she felt distressed. "I brought taiyaki?"

Her ears perked up, and she stared at the small bag in his hands, the smell of the hot snack making her stomachache disappear. Gakupo chuckled and handed one to her, taking a bite of his own, bean paste slightly spilling from it. "Miku-san is coming back today, right? On boat?" he asked gently, licking his fingers.

Luka nodded, smiling at the taste of custard hitting her tongue. It seemed Gakupo already knew she was here, and got one for her. "Thank you for this. And yes, she is," she answered, getting a hum from him.

They let silence do the talking, commenting on Miku's achievements and latest news sometimes, before Gakupo had to go home for the night. Luka nodded and let him leave, looking down at her watch, surprised that there were only ten minutes left before the boat came. She smiled, figuring Gakupo approached her to get her mind and eyes off the time. She hadn't even noticed the sky was black and stars were thrown everywhere, the air even colder than before.

Looking out into the distance, Luka could see the small shape of it coming to the shore, the sounds of people getting excited and murmuring about Miku suddenly swarming her. Their relationship was and wasn't a secret to the public – people saw them on dates and holding hands, but Miku never really allowed them to do anything more like kissing, for reasons Luka could understand.

Sighing, she leaned back into the bench and watched the boat's utter approach to the docks below. A few men in uniform waited at the very edge of the small wooden bridge, gloves and beanies on to prevent the upcoming waves from hitting them as much. Luka watched, and felt her heart rate increase, her stomach churn in nervousness and her face turn red. Street lights were on, some of them blocking her view and other burning her eyes that were already stinging a little.

Then, the ship was staring her right in the face, and people were lining up against the railing with their eyes wide, simply anticipating the moment Miku would step off with a killer smile, ready to greet them all like long-lost friends.

Luka got up from her seat, looking over herself as if anything but perfect wouldn't live up to Miku's standards. When people started stepping down the metal stairs from the boat, either yawning or gawking at the city, Luka felt her hands clutching the hem of her sweater, eyes darting from person to person to try to find the girl she was looking for.

When Miku did come out, a large burst of cheers and screams erupted, making Luka's heart drop. She watched as the teen's face turned pink at the attention, seemingly surprised she'd be met with this many people when she got back. Their eyes connected for a few seconds, Miku's going wide while Luka's closed.

"Thanks," she loudly shouted to them, a man hurrying her through the thin crowd that was slowly drawing more attention as time went on. Miku thanked him quietly and he went on his way, shuffling out of the area as quickly as he could.

Luka froze; Miku's back was facing her, and her fans were luckily not trying to suffocate her, simply standing there with their phones out, snapping millions of pictures a second, Miku posing with a laugh. She didn't know what she'd say, once Miku turned around – it was such an alien sight, to see her girlfriend after so long.

"M-Mi-"

Before she could even get her name out, Luka was pushed back. Her arms were holding something, and it smelled like berries. Blinking, she was shocked when teal eyes, illuminated by the soft orange glow of the street lights met with hers again, except this time they were full of tears and a brighter smile than the one Miku gave her fans was being thrown at her.

"I'm so happy," Miku whispered, their foreheads touching. Her arms were tightly wrapped around Luka's neck, pressing her body as close to the older woman as she could get – although she tried to surpass that closeness, with one simple action.

Kissing her, of course.

People around them gasped and screamed in either jealousy or disgust, but Luka could only smile and bring a hand to Miku's lower back while the other was tilting her head upwards to deepen it. Neither cared one bit of all the rumors and pictures being taken or sent.

Before it got too heated, they pulled away, their breaths fanning their cheeks, skin turning a mixed shade of red and pink. Miku smiled and closed her eyes in a grin, while Luka mirrored her expression, although small droplets of tears fell down her chin.

"I've missed you," she whispered in her ear, hiding the idol's face in her neck, Miku gripping her sweater tighter than before. Luka sighed and dropped her face onto her shoulder, trying to suppress her sobbing – it would only embarrass her. "So much," she added.

Miku took her hand and slowly peeled her body away to pick up her bags, looking around at all the people staring at them. "Let's go home," she muttered in annoyance, mumbling something about people minding their own business.

Laughing, they took off with their hands tightly around each other, Luka's heart full of love at hearing Miku say the word home. It was like a weight just lifted off her chest, and she smiled, leaning down to kiss Miku on the temple, getting a blush out of it.

She was home.

AN

OMG how cheesy. But Miku's part is next. I just felt like writing something that was both cheesy and sweet at the same time.