Broken Cycle
Inspired by the Music Deja Vu by VocaCircus
Streets are dark, devoid of lights except for a few at crossovers. Cicadas are singing in the heat of summer and humidity is omnipresent. But it doesn't matter. In that atmosphere, one petite girl is slowly making her way to her friend's house. Her long teal hair flows with the light wind along with her skirt. Her face shows all kind of emotions but mainly one : pain. She looks trapped in her world and seems like she could never be able to escape it. So slowly but surely she walks to her friend's place.
The friend is curled on her bed, barely clothed, her pastel pink hair tangled in a long mess over her silhouette. She is crying, sobbing and pained too. Next to her is her phone, showing a picture of a girl and herself, on which they look happy and laugh. Yet on the background of the picture, a bit farther you can see the tealette, trying her best to keep on a smile, to cope with her friend's overwhelming happiness. It seems she is on verge of breaking in tears but instead, she just forces a smile and let the shot be taken.
On the petite girl's student card, which is hanging from her skirt pocket, it reads Hatsune Miku, 20. Her name means voice of the future, but even if she would have liked to sing, she can't. She lost her voice in a car accident as kid. She just listens and look and smell now. She cannot do anything better. Her voice left her. But she reaches her friend's house anyways and the house plate reads Megurine Family : Megurine Luki, Megurine Luka.
Her friends lives alone with her brother, but her brother isn't there. He is abroad, studying what Miku would have dreamed to, the ways of singing. The pinkette doesn't move when she hears the doors being unlocked and one person making its way upstairs then to her rooms. She doesn't need to because she knows who it is. It's her best friend, her only friend, her childhood friend. It's Miku.
Miku reaches the handle of the door and slowly turns it to enter Luka's room to see her in a pitiable state, but she doesn't feel pity anymore : she is all to used to these situations. So ever slowly, she makes her way next to her friend's bed and takes a brush on the bed table after sitting next to her friend. She reaches the bedside lamp and light it.
Luka doesn't move. She lets her friend do her work for she is in too much pain to react. She lets Miku brush and untangle her hair. She hears the regular breath of Miku and she, deep inside, finds it appeasing. When she feels that her friend is done she slowly rise and sit on her bed before gazing at Miku and taking her lips with her own before crashing down back on the bed.
Miku lets Luka. Her heart bleeds as she know that this has no meaning, that it never had any meaning. Yet, she lets her friend do what she wants, it not like she can voice any protest anyways, and if she could, she's not even sure she would be able to. So she lets Luka do it.
Luka kisses Miku with fervor, she licks the reddish lips and forcefully part her partner's lips to get entrance and deepen the kiss. She back down when she needs to breath and go back at it right after. One hand travels on the smooth and white thighs while the other one goes beneath the tealette's shirt and bra.
Miku's breath becomes ragged and shallow, she feels herself getting hot and hotter but deep inside she doesn't want this. She doesn't want this fake attention that this person, her broken best friend gives her. So tears come to her eyes as the excitation continues to ascend and makes her body warm.
Soon, Luka's fingers find their way to the petite girl's pants and slip inside, not wasting time before finding their target. Miku lifts her hips and wiggles them as if asking for more when she doesn't truly want that. Her brain is just not processing her wishes anymore and acts on her sole desires.
Luka's face is also showing many emotions as a broken smile seems to be glued at this time on her lips, as though satisfied of her doing. She notices that Miku's arm are over her face and for a second she considers making the smaller girl look at her but she notices a tear and forgets her idea as her face darkens. She watches the tealette suddenly grab the sheets as she starts convulsing. Luka sees her mouth open as if a shout would come out but nothing does, just weak sounds that can barely be heard and which are probably the loudest Miku can produce anyways.
Miku shivers as she rides off her peak, slowly becoming all too aware of her surroundings and hides her face, as more tears fall from her eyes. Trying to comfort her friend only breaks her more. Worse thing is probably that she knows Luka knows. She feels used but she can't break free from the cycle. Taking a deep breath once she's calmed, she sits back on the bed and fixes her clothing as she feel arms wrapping around her torso and Luka murmuring over and over apologies. Miku is on verge of breaking. She is in so much more pain than Luka is, but the pinkette doesn't know that.
Luka had always been like this. Getting girlfriends and having her heartbroken by most of them, going to Miku for comfort. Somehow events had slowly drifted and Luka had slowly been taking advantage and abusing the fact that Miku loves her to get her share of comfort through uncommon ways. At first Luka had thought it didn't mean much that what she let appear but the more she got her heart broken, the more she sought Miku's comfort even though she did not love her a romantic way. She needed Miku. But she also noticed the change in Miku's behavior.
Miku had been a cheerful kid, even after the car accident, even though it took her time to get over the fact that she'd lost her voice, she stayed cheerful. Yet, when the pinkette had progressively started to see her as a mean of comfort, gradually, Miku's personality became dull and devoid of emotions. She would never smile or act silly again. She was calm. Always calm. Calm and in permanent pain. Even had she found a boyfriend she thought she could eventually love, as she was never happy with him at her side, they ended breaking up.
Miku raises from the bed and goes to the door not looking back at Luka but then she feels herself turned and pushed against the same door and forcefully kissed. But this kiss is nothing like they ever shared. It's not kind, it's not filled with passion, it's desperate for attention. Miku tries to push Luka away and tries to grunt but Luka comes back at her and kisses her again, again and again. She kisses her throat and leaves marks but Miku tries to push her away.
Luka snaps and slaps Miku while instantly acknowledging her doing and backing off trying to find word of apologies but Miku's faces breaks her. It shows terror, horror, pain, sadness. Miku trembles and is scared of this person that is nothing like her friend, she opens the door and run out of the house not without hearing her name called over and over again. She just run without stopping to her house, and falls on her bed once she reaches her room.
She begins to cry. She cries all night long and when her mother checks on her on morning, her eyes shows sleep deprivation. They are red and puffy, wet with tears. Her mother hugs her daughter and asks her what's wrong but Miku stays still while crying again. Her mother isn't stupid, she knows the reason for Miku to cry this hard can only be related to Luka, but in what ways, she has no clue. So, as she can't make light on what's happening, she just go and prepare a breakfast for Miku before going back and putting it on the bedside table as the sight of her daughter, crying and curled up in her blanket, breaks her heart.
Luka doesn't sleep this night and cries too. She cannot believe she hurt, physically, mentally and emotionally her friend. Her best friend. Her childhood friend. Her only friend. She wonders how she'll be able to apologies for that but nothing comes to her mind. She also realize how important Miku is to her. She almost understand that this attraction is not only need and desire. Almost. But what can she do now? She's broken everything.
Miku is out of the cycle and there's nothing Luka can do anymore.
A/N: Thanks for reading this draft! Yes, I consider this a draft because I wrote this on a whim without really thinking. Inspiration got me. I ended it this way but I had much more to write, this is also why this is a draft. I may rework it later. It's actually 4:51am, been writing for the past hour and well I'm not native English. My brain might not be processing it too well at this ungodly hour.
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Thank you again!