A/N: So this was the story I was talking about... it's a huge jump from what I was previously writing, but I think it'll be fun!
EDIT: Whoops! I accidentally made it a mix between and Japanese and American High School Dx. It's fixed now. It's just a Japanese school xD
Well, I'll dive right into it. Hope you enjoy this new story, The Rift!
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Chapter 1: The Discovery
Last night, a student at Vocaloid High was found dead on the school's ground. The victim could not be identified do to facial disfiguration but police are reviewing security camera footage of the school...
The victim has been identified as Akita Neru. She died at 10:04 PM. Mysteriously, no footage of her death has been recorded and no evidence of how she died has been found, but police are saying this is probably a murder, as her cause of death is trauma to the head, and there is no way she could disfigure her face so badly herself. Speaking to her family and friends also reveals that she has no reason to have wanted to kill herself, having had a very loving family, perfect grades, and was a player on the school's soccer team. Police are still investigating the murder...
Miku growled, her hands gripping the desk so tightly her knuckles turned white. Again. For the third time that day, just remembering the newscast. Neru hadn't been a close friend, per say, but it felt like nothing would ever be the same.
The entire school was now on edge. Rin — she'd been close friends with Neru, Miku knew that much from observation — wouldn't talk to anybody besides her twin, Len. Miku hadn't been super close friends with her, either (in fact, now that she thought about it she wasn't really close friends with anybody) but Miku would talk to her every once in a while. They got along well.
The pencil on her desk started to shake. She relaxed her grip on the desk, letting out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. The death had just hit her so hard, and she didn't know why. All the death she'd ever heard about was in movies. And now, that it was real, and actually (somewhat) effecting her... It was too much, and she didn't even know her that well.
The bell rang. Miku couldn't remember what class she had been in. She didn't think the teacher had been teaching, anyways: she might've changed it to a study hall because of what had happened yesterday. Miku figured out her next class was Science (probably her favorite class, besides music, but that was mostly a club), but became confused when people started leaving the class room. It must've been lunch. She grabbed her bags and got there quickly, trying to avoid eye contact with anybody. She didn't feel like talking.
Time passed slowly, giving Miku time to observe everything. There was too little talking, nothing to to block out her thoughts. She could barely eat her lunch with the atmosphere of the school. It just didn't feel right.
Luckily, lunch ended without anybody talking to her. She made it back to her class room without anybody bothering her, either. She sat down at her desk, at the right side of the classroom in the middle. Usually nobody paid attention to her in Science, which today, was a gift, but now, the girl next to her started to talk.
"Are you okay?" The pink-haired girl asked. Miku stared at her, shocked. Megurine Luka was the shyest girl she'd even known; well, not really known, more like seen. She'd never heard her speak a word to anybody, not even the teacher, and every time Miku would look at her, she would look away, face flushing red. But now, Luka-san had a different aura about her, one more confident yet reserved.
"Y-Yeah, I'm fine, thanks though, Megurine-san... Just tired." Miku laughed slightly. That response had worked with the few people that tried to talk to her that day, but Luka-san still looked at her oddly. It was like she was seeing right through her.
"Are you sure? You don't seem fine to me." Miku didn't know how to respond. The sympathetic smile, her insisting... it just wasn't like Luka-san. Not the one she had sat next to for the past three months.
"No, I'm good, I'm sure," she assured her, a little more firmly this time.
"...You know, it's fine if the death is weighing on you," Luka-san continued in a hushed voice. "It's weighing on me too, even if I didn't know her, just like you..."
Miku froze, staring blankly in front of her. She didn't even turn her head to face Luka-san. How did she know...? It was like she was reading her mind...
"Luka," she started, her voice wavering. She normally wasn't so informal (okay, maybe Luka-san wasn't as formal as she spoke to people with their last names), but Luka-san was starting to freak her out. Why did she know so much? She had never even spoken to her for a whole three months... "Why do you know that?"
"Oh, just a guess..." Luka-san played it off casually, but Miku heard a nervous laugh afterwards. Miku opened her mouth to ask something else, but the final bell rang just then. She took that as an excuse to stop talking to the pinkette, and ignore her as much as possible.
She didn't even know the girl... why was she freaking her out so much? The pencil on her desk started to shake again, and she relaxed her hands. She wasn't going to cause a scene, not now. She just had to get through this school day, and then everything would be over.
That's right... everything would be over...
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"Miku-san, where are you going?"
Miku didn't turn behind her. Clubs were over (she was in the Music Club), and for some reason, the pinkette had just been waiting for her. Right outside the room. Miku had glanced at her, and immediately looked away and started walking. That had obviously upset Luka-san, since she started following her.
"Miku-san, please, just look at me." Miku turned a corner, ignoring Luka-san. She tried not to growl in frustration; since when had the pinkette became so... bold?
"Miku, please-"
That did it. Luka-san was creeping her the freak out, couldn't take a hint to stop, and was following her around. She whipped around, holding her hand out to push Luka-san back, but instead, a desk slid in front of Luka-san and pushed her back into the wall.
"W-What..." Miku was the one to talk this time, staring at what she just did. Luka-san looked shocked for a second, before it turned into words.
"You found it out, didn't you?" Luka-san said. Miku only turned more confused and angry.
"What do you mean?" She shouted in frustration. "*You're* the one following me around! Are you trying to..."
Miku trailed off. She couldn't bring herself to say it. But so far, everything lined up...
"You think I'm the murderer," Luka-san said, as if just by looking at Miku she could figure out everything she was thinking. Miku opened her mouth to speak, but Luka-san cut her off. "You were about to say no, but I know it's a lie. You think you're the next victim, that I'm following you to find the right place to kill you. I promise you, I'm not going to."
"Then what are you doing?!" Miku shouted in frustration. Why did she know everything she was going to say?! It was creepy, and most definitely annoying.
"I just want to figure it out." Miku gave her a quizzical look. "When did you get your telekinesis?" Luka-san asked. Miku blanked.
"Um... right now." As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she realized it wasn't true. Her pencil shaking on her desk... that had to have been telekinesis, and she just hadn't noticed it. She tried to think back to when those little things started happening, as absurd as it sounded. This couldn't be possible, this couldn't be possible... yet it was. "...Yesterday evening."
"Just as I thought. That's when my Telepathy started."
How was Miku supposed to respond to that? So Luka-san really had been reading her mind the entire time... Maybe that's why she got suddenly got bolder. She knew exactly how to respond to whatever she was thinking. Probably was easy for a book worm like her.
"Well, um, can you not read my mind?" Miku asked. "It's kinda..."
"O-Of course," Luka-san stuttered. She probably hadn't thought of the repercussions of telling someone about her power. Or whatever it was... Miku was still confused about the whole ordeal. "There's got to be a way..." Luka-san's face screwed up in concentration. Then she relaxed. "There. I can't hear your thoughts anymore."
"What am I thinking about?" Miku had to be sure Luka-san was telling the truth. If she wasn't...
"Uh, I don't know... Leeks?"
"So you didn't turn it off!"
"I-I did, I swear!" Luka-san's face turned red. "I-I just thought, since you're eating leeks all the time... well, maybe I shouldn't have guessed something you like..."
"It's fine." Miku let her off on this one. She could tell Luka-san really had turned it off: she was a lot less bold without it on. "I believe you."
"Really?" Luka-san's eyes shone. Miku nodded.
"Now, um... I guess I need to move this desk back." Miku felt uncomfortable doing it, but she held out her hand, like she had down before. It was her best bet. She focused on moving the desk back, and though it was really sloppy, it was back against the wall.
"You can already use your ability so well..." Luka-san stared in admiration. "I can barely control mine."
"Why do I even *have* this... ability?" Miku asked. And while she was at it... "Why did you know I had one?"
"Well, I don't really know why, yet..." Luka-san stared at the ground. "But I knew you had one. Along with Telepathy I can sense abilities. Maybe it's some sort of shift in the brain..."
"But why?" Miku asked again. Luka-san looked even more flustered, but Miku couldn't even focus on that. She just wanted to know why.
"U-Uh, well..." Luka-san played with her hair, running her hands through it nervously. "I remember when I got my ability. At exactly 10:04 PM."
"That was the time of the murder," Miku said, shocked. "So you think it's connected?"
"W-Well, that's a big maybe. There's many possible reasons... but the murder is the biggest one."
"I hope we're not in danger, then..." Miku shivered at the thought. Death so early... she hated the thought. "Maybe we should stick together from now on. Since we, you know, know each other's... 'secret', I guess."
Luka-san's face turned red again. "Y-Yeah, that'd be, um, that'd be fine. Safer, I-I mean."
There was a pause. Miku looked back and forth between the hallway and Luka-san: the poor girl was back to be as awkward as she ever was. Obviously, being able to read minds gave her a huge confidence boost, and yet, this "telekinesis" thing didn't give Miku one of her own. What good was it besides moving stuff? That gave her no benefits, and she was far from ready to begin speculating where it came from. It shouldn't even be possible in the first place.
She sighed, pushing her rampaging thoughts aside. Maybe one day, she'd find out, but for now, she had to keep her sanity and do things one step at a time.
"Where's your house, Luka-san?" Miku asked, looking at the pinkette, hoping she'd be a little more comfortable with her. Luka-san still got nervous at being called by her name, however, as her hands went straight for her hair once again.
"I-It's... um... It's not far from here, I-I'll be fine on, um, on my own," Luka-san said, but her voice didn't reassure Miku.
"It's fine, I'll come with you." Luka-san's eyes widened in shock. Miku wished they was a surefire way to make sure she wasn't nervous or apprehensive. "You said it yourself: we'd be safer if we stick together."
"Um..." Luka-san stared at the ground. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right, I-I did say that. I-It's probably safer. Sorry."
Luka-san started walking forward, eyes focused blankly in front of her. Miku wanted to say something, but didn't know how to phrase it. She apparently just moved a desk with her mind, and accused an innocent person of being a murderer...
"I'm sorry," Miku apologized. Luka-san stopped in her tracks, looking back at Miku with surprise in her eyes. Then it turned to guilt.
"I-I'm the one who should be sorry..." Luka-san took in a shaky breath. "I-I made you uncomfortable, b-basically stalked you... I-I swear I'm not like t-that with e-everybody!"
Miku softened as she heard the guilt and shame in the pinkette's voice. "Well, I shouldn't have yelled at you. You're probably just as confused as I am."
"...Y-Yeah." Luka-san nodded.
"Let's just forget about it, okay? Make a new start?" Miku gave Luka-san a reassuring smile. It took a few seconds, but Luka-san smiled back. Eventually, Miku walked up to her, bowing. "I'm Hatsune Miku. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Luka-san looked surprised for a second, before she bowed too. "I-I'm Megurine Luka. P-Pleasure to meet you, too."
"There. Let's put this day in the past, alright?" Luka-san nodded. "Alright. Let's get you home."
The walk was more peaceful now that the tension was released. They admired the spring scenery together, even with the murder looming over them. It was hard to avoid, but alone, it was much easier to ignore it. It might sound selfish to do so, but honestly, it made Miku feel so much better to be somewhere with a pleasant atmosphere.
Eventually, Luka-san stopped at a house. They said farewell, giving each other an awkward yet genuine smile as Luka-san walked up the steps.
It felt much lonelier as Miku walked home without her new, pink-haired companion. She'd successfully ignored all that'd happened today with her, but now that she was alone, it was all she could think about.
She had telekinesis, and Luka-san could apparently read minds... what other people could have these strange powers? Surely if others did, Luka-san would've let her know... then again, they'd only started talking to each other today.
Whatever the case, Miku knew school was going to get even crazier as the days went on.
