These were the facts.

Miku, Hatsune Miku, was sixteen years old, a second year student at a private high school. It was a relatively prestigious one, a school that parents send their children to in hopes of teaching them grace and manners, as well as fostering connections and general prestige. It brought a lot of pride to say that one's child attended Doriko Academy.

Luka, Megurine Luka, was twenty years old, studying at an ordinary university. Her life up until then wasn't anything out of the norm: she was brought up in a middle-class family, went to a normal high school, where she had a normal high school life with normal high school friends, and proceeded to enter a normal university. In short, she was completely undistinguished.

The circumstances that brought a Doriko Academy student together with an ordinary college student went like so. If it helps, feel free to imagine the two aforementioned characters as trains.

Hatsune Miku was traveling east at three miles per hour. Megurine Luka was traveling west at three point five miles per hour, because she walked fast by nature and also because she had to get to the library in order to return a book. She was carrying said book in her hand.

Well then, you say, what's so special about that? Do they collide? If that's what happened, then we all know how these things go. In fact, such collisions had become dreadfully normal these days. They collide, and then their eyes meet. They become beset by stutters. They become stunned by each others' respective beauty. They help each other up, stammering out half-introductions. With luck, they might end up with each others' respective phone numbers, or they might end up getting coffee together - the point is, we all know how these things go.

However, that was not what happened. What happened was that, before any collision occurred, before anything really happened, even, Hatsune Miku fell in love.

Okay, you might say. Okay, now this is just ridiculous. They have not even exchanged pleasantries yet. People, rational people, do not just run about falling in love with people they see walking down the streets. This story is testing your suspension of disbelief. In fact, this story is doing more than that. It is downright insulting you. It is at this point where you would be throwing teacups and saucers around and stomping about, outraged, simply outraged by the sheer gall of the story to have such a ridiculous event.

However, let me remind you that Hatsune Miku is far from being rational. Why? Because she is sixteen, and sixteen year olds, as a whole, are not known for their cool-headed judgment and impulse control. Sixteen year olds are, in fact, highly irrational. So it should come as no surprise that Hatsune Miku, a sixteen year old, would fall in love with Megurine Luka, a cool-looking twenty year old with a book under her arm.

But perhaps some more detail is needed.

Hatsune Miku was a girl who, deeply and truly, loved fairytales, and always dreamt of a prince to take her away from her troubles. Her favorite play was, incidentally, Romeo and Juliet. She identified strongly with their tragic love, despite the fact that up until now, she had never even been in love. She waited patiently for the day when she too would get to live out her fairy tale romance.

So, now would be the moment where everything changed for her. At the sight of Luka, Miku's heart started to hammer at exactly one hundred and twenty eight beats per minute. The world became bathed in a soft pink light and her mind filled up with a warm haze that obliterated all logical thought. It was a rather intense reaction; if Miku had been a little more aware of anything outside of Luka, she would have wondered if she had accidentally consumed something illegal.

Luka, on the other hand, did not suffer from such romantic illusions. A realistic woman, Luka saw nothing especially special about Miku. What she saw was this: there was a teenaged girl walking towards her; she was rather pretty and was dressed in the uniform of the famous Doriko Academy; her face was faintly flushed, most likely from the chill. That was the most Luka observed - after those few thoughts, her mind returned to her mission of returning her book before it was late. Normally, Luka would never have allowed herself to return a book so close to the deadline, but her final paper for history had required more time than she anticipated.

If Luka had her way, that would have been the end of it. Unfortunately for Luka, she didn't. Hatsune Miku was a girl who had been taught that, if she wanted something, she could take it. Her parents rarely denied her anything, and in Doriko Academy, people were generally brought up believing that they had a sort of right to whatever they wanted to possess.

So, Miku made the first move. She subtly altered her course of direction so that she was walking towards Luka. She then made her intentions clearer by staring directly at Luka as she walked closer.

Upon observing this change, Luka became rather distressed. She wondered, in the back of her mind, whether or not she knew this girl. After all, this teenager looked rather purposeful. Did Luka owe her money? As Miku approached, Luka became more and more worried; after all, one did not simply walk up to random strangers in the middle of the street. It simply wasn't done. Therefore, before Miku got too close, Luka cleared her throat and asked her, very politely, "I'm sorry, but do I know you?"

Miku's grin (for she was wearing one and it looked rather predatory, which was a large reason why Luka was so worried in the first place) grew even wider. She shook her head. "Nope!"

"Nope?" Luka repeated. She glanced around. It was a normal busy street, people rushing to and fro on their way to whatever business occupied them. "Um. If you're selling something, I'm...kind of in a hurry-"

"Oh, that's no trouble at all," Miku assured her. "I'll be quick. What's your name?"

Luka hesitated. She wasn't in the habit of giving out her name to random teenagers on the street. However, this wasn't any random teenager - this was a random teenager from the prestigious Doriko Academy. Perhaps she was doing some sort of statistics project. "I'm...Megurine Luka. Is this for a project?"

"I'm Hatsune Miku!" Miku said, smiling, and she took out a pen and paper from her backpack. For Miku wasn't stupid - she knew that she had to have some sort of pretense to continue talking to this dashing stranger, and Luka's words provided her with the tools to lie. "Yeah, this is for a project, you know, a sociology one?"

"Sociology?"

"Yeah, just writing a report about people's, uh, lives," said MIku with what she hoped was a careless shrug. "I thought it'd be more interesting if I chose a random stranger off the street."

Luka glanced around. "Why me?"

"Why not you?" asked Miku. "You don't look like you're dangerous, or sketchy..." Miku trailed off before she glanced up at Luka's face with a grin, a slight teasing note in her voice. "Unless you are?"

Luka laughed. Something about Miku was, she thought, rather likable. "No, I'm just a normal college student."

"College?" Miku's interest was piqued. "What do you study?" So infatuated was she that Luka could have said something like 'manufacturing fertilizer' and Miku would think that it was the most laudable discipline in the world.

"Um, I'm undecided. Thinking of doing music."

"Music!" Miku's eyes widened. "That's really cool!"

"Thanks..." Luka trailed off once she remembered the book in her hand. "Oh. I'm kind of in a hurry, so. I have to return this book."

Miku's eyes flicked over to the book. "Oh, I see. Okay, don't let me hold you up," Miku smiled. If she played her cards right, then...

"Did you get everything you needed for your project?" Luka asked, and Miku could hardly stop herself from smirking. The rest of it would be easy.

"Well...no, not really," Miku said, putting on her best vulnerable expression. "But it's okay. I can ask someone else. Maybe I'll have to settle for someone sketchier than you, but..."

Luka winced. Who knows what could happen to some Doriko girl going around talking to random strangers? "No, that...that won't be necessary. When's this due? I can give you my..." Luka hesitated before forging on; it was too late to change her mind anyways. "I can give you my phone number and we can get back in contact sometime?"

Success. Miku had to fight to look surprised and not victorious. "Really? It won't be inconvenient?"

"Of course not," said Luka. "I don't have that much to do."

"Well then," said Miku with a smile, pen already ready to write. "What's your phone number?"

What else could Luka do but to give her it? At the time, she didn't think too much of it. After all, she was only helping out a high schooler with her sociology project. No big deal, right?

It was in the days that followed that Luka began to wonder how different her life would be if she hadn't.