I Dreamt Of You

Chapter 1: Pleasant Slumber

Sakura petals fell from the branches of the surrounding sakura grove, following the current and spiralling patterns of the chilly morning breeze, drifting along the pathway trailing to a large building with encircling stone walls serving as a secure barrier. She pulled a few stray rebellious teal strands behind her ear and examined the structure apprehensively, overwhelmed by the prestigiousness of the establishment. She swallowed a sigh and raised her balled fist, as if attempting to summon confidence. She tried finding the confidence she had when she first enrolled to this school, but then again, I had only saw the building in a picture on the brochure, this is way different!

The chatter of students seemed to die down when she came close. They stopped to stare and the rather odd colour of her pigtails. She felt slightly self-conscious all of a sudden. It wasn't her fault the colour of her hair was like this, she would give anything not to gather attention from others, however, her parents wouldn't allow her to change it.

"Was your hair dyed?" People would ask her, but she would reply simply - routinely- "No.." It was as natural as the blue-green colour of her eyes and the pale alabaster of her skin. She resembled a doll, even at the age of six-teen she was small and it would surprised anyone to know this was her first time attending a school. A short breath escaped her throat as she thought.

"Excuse me!" A voice range out, the source was a tall, slim figure, pink tresses falling just above her hips.

The taller girl resisted the urge to slap a hand over her mouth in an attempt to withdraw her previous outburst. Before she could stop herself she had already beckoned the smaller girl. She didn't exactly know what her approach would be, but decided it best to carry though. Although, a voice at the back of her head cursed her for acting on the impulse of simply recognizing those twin tails.

The tealette whirled around, curious as to whom that person was, her body froze when her eyes met with those of the familiar pink-haired beauty. Unable to even muster out response, her gaze remains stagnant, staring back into those entrancing blue orbs. She loathes them. She despises that gaze. She hates this girl.

Wh-

"...Oh, um..." The pinkette's hand remains outstretched, pointing at the tealette almost as if accusingly as she struggles with herself to recall the name of the smaller girl. She mutters some possible names under her breath along with some other awkward, silent sounds, most of them cursing her forgetfulness.

Wh-

"...You're from the Crypton competition from before..." The taller girl finally says with some confidence, however, her mind still races to remember her name. She was the one who initiated conversation in the first place, but only now regretting the whole endeavour as she made an utter and complete fool of herself. The tealette didn't notice her struggle and had long ago been swept into her own predicament and was still wrapping her head around the whole situation, trapped in that enchanting gaze that bore through her own. The pinkette's identity was undeniable.

Wh-what the hell is she doing here?!

A few months ago...

"Looks like we are down to our last to contestants," She could see the few judges chatting amongst themselves, still deliberating the first place victor. A swift glance at the third contestant standing as her rival next to her on the stage, she pushed any doubt to the back of her mind. Spending so many restless hours training for this opportunity to work with Crypton, there was no way she was going to lose now.

"The pink-haired one is a beauty," A judge commented, their opinions going unheard by the two finalists as they kept their voices low.

"But the smaller one seems to be more of the cute pop sensation we need," Another countered.

"Is it really that simple? The older one still might attract our younger audience; she could pose as a role model."

She sighed audibly, unable to quite express her waning patience as she toyed with the hem of her skirt. This was taking too long. They have been standing before them for almost half-an-hour. It was her who beat all those other thousand contestants! it was the pinkette had happened to show up late for reasons that were beyond the tealette. All she remembered was the pinkette stumbling over her feet as she was pushed onto the stage. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a incoming car as she squinted passed the beams of light shining from above, casting her black silouhette onto the opaque platform. Any other competitors were only allowed to spectate, but no voices could be heard coming from inside the auditorium. She remembered the older girl suddenly snap into a no-nonsense composure, her face holding nothing to lead you to know what dwelled winthin her mind. She was mysterious.

Stealing yet another glance at her competition, she couldn't resist letting her eyes linger longer than what she had intended. She couldn't deny that she was gorgeous; her porcelain coloured skin, accompanied by silky pink locks that framed the delicate contours of her face and deep-ocean blue eyes left her in silent awe. The stage lights enhancing and giving more vivid sight of her natural radiant beauty and only adding to her angelic appearance.

Can someone be this beautiful? The pinkette noticed the smaller girl's ardent stare, peering down at her she decided to at least attempt to somehow communicate with the tealette, even if they were opponents.

"...Yes...?" She coaxed in a stoic manner. Her voice! It's absolutely sublime... "What is it...?" She tried again. Wait, she's talking to me... er-um, ah-...

Suddenly awoken from her reverie, she felt heat invading her face and hastily cast her gaze low in an effort to hide it from her competitor and to free herself from the seemingly endless depths that those sapphire emblazed eyes seemed to possess. She felt a slight sinking in her stomach; feeling like those blue eyes literally had the ability to drown her like the deep-blue ocean they imitated.

"U-um, you're v-very... p-pretty..." The smaller girl muttered, stuttering over her words as they left her mouth- and did she really just say something as stupid as that? She hastily withdrew her sights again after a glimpse at the older girl's face. Was the girl blushing? In an endeavour to remedy the situation, she opened her mouth once again. Another mistake as she heard nonsense after nonsense interject and falter combining to make what was supposed to be comprehensible sentence.

"Or... I mean- uh, you are, but- or wait! Don't take it- Yes-no. Obvio- I mean... Um...?" She left her head low; the sensation of fire burning her cheeks and her embarrassment churning in her stomach.

"Ok, we have decided." A stern voice announced, answering the smaller girl's silent prayer to eliminate her as the focal point of the older girl's attention. The man cleared his throat before adding, "I apologize for the wait, but we have finally come to a conclusion,"

The tealette noticed her breath quicken as she anxiously rubbed the flesh of her fingers together. The female judge made a comment directed to the one they did not choose in hopes to sooth their broken spirits, "both of you were remarkable performers, the best we could ask for-"

"Unfortunately we can only afford to have one of you chosen." The previous male interuppted, taking it upon himself to finally finish his statement revealed the victor in a triumphant voice, casting his arms high in the air exaggerating his excitement. "... Contestant Three!"

The tealette's low erratic breathing hitched and she struggled to swallow a lump that had suddenly formed in her throat. With a sluggish motion she gazed down to the number displayed on her chest... "1"... She was number one.

But, the winner was three... not one... three, three, three!

"Very well done, you have won Crypton's competition." Another slow movement still processing her loss, she looked up to see the man standing before the pinkette next to her, not in front of her... That's right she didn't win, she lost. After all that practice, for nothing!

An astonished expression cast over the older girl's features. "Y-yes, thank you..." She stuttered as she finally snapped back to reality. The man chuckled at her reaction. The pinkette recomposed herself, the picture of professionalism as she bowed slightly.

"You are very welcome, I would be happy to have you working for Crypton."

"Yes, Please take care of me..." She reached out, returning the firm grasp of the man's hand. The tealette remained unbelieving; she blinked away a few tears threatening to escape. She generated a bright smile directing it at the pinkette who returned her attention.

"C-congratulations... Good job." She mustered. Turning swiftly on her heels, her footfalls resounding on the large stage and her legs feeling awfully heavy; her strength extracted from every one of her limbs. She needed to escape quickly, to get away from that girl.

"Wait," The same magnificent voice of her opponent rang through her ears, returning that oh-so pleasant feeling, why did it have that effect on her? What was this sensation? The tealette immediately categorized it as ill-will and dislike, concluding that she really did despise her.

However...

"You... you were really good. Congratulations on making it this far... and-" The pinkette tried, her tone encouraging only seemed to ignite that same feeling that the smaller girl now detested.

"It's fine." Wrenched out words leaving her lips, she nearly shouted at the pink-haired girl, oh how she wanted to run away right now. She inhaled steadily before glancing over her shoulder, she eyed the pinkette noticing hurt buried deep beneath her sapphire pools which made her heart drop, regretting her earlier outburst she summoned a wider smile and chuckled with hardened effort. "You deserved it, you won fair. I wish you the best." Unable to say anymore, her throat tight with anxiety she turned around and resumed her retreat toward the exit, she didn't dare look back- her tears now free to roam down her pale cheeks.

Present...

It was my mistake, I was too confidant. I assumed I would easily win; I was only setting myself up for a harsher loss.

I first started singing as early as 3. In the half decade or so that followed, I performed for various audiences and have been offered many contracts throughout the eastern region. Being a famed songstress of Crypton was my ultimate goal and I rejected any other offers given to me by different companies. I waited for that opportunity when Crypton would finally recognize my abilities or if the chance ever came up to show them. In the mean time I performed more and more for further recognition. But because of that loss at the Crypton competition I completely abandoned singing... because of her!

"...Um..." The pinkette had her hand still outstretched toward the teal-haired girl. Finally managing to find her voice, the tealette immediately impeded any of the pinkette's further vain efforts to address her by name.

"It's Miku, Hatsune Miku!"

"Oh, right. Hatsune-san" Seeming relieved to finally know her name, her appendage withdrew and she released a satisfied sigh. Miku glared at her harshly, which went unnoticed by the other.

You were the one who made me lose; I could never forget your name even if I wanted to...

"What are you doing here, Megurine-san? Working for Crypton, you should be able to attend a private school or even have private tutors, so why?"

"Oh..." Luka trailed off, looking passed Miku to no where in particular. She continued nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders in the process "... I quit singing." Miku's teal eyes went wide. She tried to consume the new information, it just proved to be nasty pill to swallow... she quit? Huh?

"You probably had many chances to Hatsune-san..." Miku's hands curled into fists as she held them steadily at her side and reluctantly replied with a now unjustified truth.

"...No, I quit... singing too..." Miku said slowly, wishing it wasn't true.

"...Why?"

B- B-

... Because of yooooooooou!... It was because I couldn't beat you! Did I quit for nothing?!

Miku's head layed face down atop her desk, having landed their immediately after she arrived into the classroom. The rest of the desks were occupied with other students and the teacher stood before them, beginning class and discussing information for future reference. All of it so unimportant to the distressed tealette.

"... We'll keep this seating arrangement for the time being..."

And...

Peering over to the desk next to her the same pink-haired beauty was settled, her attention to the front of the class. Why do you have to keep bugging me!?

It wasn't any intention of Miku's to be any where near the pink devil. After their confrontation at the front of the school, Miku had left rather quickly, wanting this day to be over and done with. She merely assumed that she could easily avoid Luka and salvage what good she had left of this year. But, it seemed that even when she tried, the pinkette managed to insert her presence into Miku's life.

Removing herself from her splayed out position on the desk top, she sat up with her head on her hand.

I thought I would be able to completely abandon all those memories and singing itself and just enjoy normal high school life. But I guess it's not so simple...

She noticed from the edge of her perception Megurine shift in her seat, meeting Miku's gaze. "I look forward to sitting next to you..." Her sentence drifted off as she attempted once again to address the tealette by name. Miku cringed, did she really forget already?

"Hatsune..."

Just kill me now...

"'Looking forward to sitting next to me'...?" Miku repeated to the empty air and in a swift movement, hauled herself off her bed, leaping up and tugging at her teal twin-tails as she stressed.

"Yeah right! She was totally looking down on me! She hasn't even bothered to learn my name! She doesn't believe I'm even worth that tiny bit of effort! Arrrggh..!"

Ever since she has returned home to comfort of her mattress, she couldn't banish away this nasty anger and frustration that threatened to spill over into a storm. She refused to think about how it had been Luka who had such influence over her day. Such influence over her.

Miku collapsed onto her bed heaving heavily her face flushed from the effort of her pointless tirade - the rather unnecessary movement had worn her down.

She wrapped her arms securely around the pink octopus on her bed, embracing it tightly. She remembered the same behaviour from Megurine during the contest, when she won, she shrugged it off like it no great achievement, like it was inevitable. She seemed so indifferent and lacking even some expression.

I can't keep up with her, I just- ... No, I can't let her throw me off again! Feeling a sudden surge of determination, she clutched the stuffed octopus tighter. This is my chance!

She breathed steadily, distracted from her problem for a moment, she stared suspiciously at her room's interior. She looked down to the stuffed octopus in her arms, then to her room once again. Why did her room seem really pink...? She could have sworn it was decorated in teal.

Pink? Where would I get the idea of pink? Miku cautiously pulled away from the pink octopus, examining it carefully. Was it just her or did this thing look a lot like...

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhh!"

A thud was audible throughout the house and the scream of their daughter echoed through the ears of both mother and father. Miku's parents quickly, though thouroughly, scanned the entire accomodation, determining if the house was deteriorating or not.

They exchanged glances, the woman nodding to her husband assuredly as she hurried up the stares to investigate the alarming cry. Tentatively cracking the door open, avoiding any unnecessary detection, she peered through into the danger zone, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of her forehead. She instantly noticed the body of her daughter curled up on her floor, her voice was inaudible from where she was, but she could make out faint mutterings.

Her mother sighed, "Teenagers..." She mumbled into the empty hallway as she closed the door again, leaving Miku alone.

"Have I...? Have I really been subconsciously adding pink furnishing to my room?!"

A pleasant smile managed to stretch her lips while hearing her daughter's rants as she descended the stairs.

"Damn you, Megurine!" Miku's exasperated raves continued, accompanied by numerous crashes and stomps.

"It's nothing, simply girl problems." She answered to her husband's unspoken question, taking seat opposite to the older man.

"Girl problems? Can you explain?" He eyed the woman curiously before returning to his newspaper as he raised a warm mug to his lips. The observer played over his lap as he filed through the various articles.

"Well, I believe she may have a crush on a boy..." His beverage came shooting out from between his pursed lips as her processed the foreign term. He stared at his wife incredulously fidgeting with his spectacles.

"A-a-a c-crush...?" He reiterated convinced her had heard wrong. His wife giggled, placing a hand over her mouth in an attempt to stifle it.

"I just wonder who this 'Megurine' person is..."

Her footfalls fell heavy upon the linoleum of the school hallways. It was too early for other students to have arrived, which meant she would have some time to herself before the classrooms and hallways were flooded with bodies, all rushing to reach there destination at the appropriate time. Miku continued tossing encouraging words around in her head; she was going to fight the trauma inflicted on her by Megurine by having great experiences in high school. That will be her own victory and revenge.

I will not let her disrupt my life again! Miku threw her hand toward the handle of her classroom door, but before she could grasp it, the door slid open.

"Good morning," Standing in the doorway was the one she desperately wished she wouldn't see, Megurine. Her greeting was dry and serious, with not even the slightest hint of enthusiasm etched into the words. Surprised by the unexpected (and unwelcome) presence, her momentum built up from her bound down the hallway led Miku face to face with pinkette. So close, Miku could smell her faint flowery aroma. She stumbled backwards, distancing herself from the other hastily. A rose hue crept onto her cheeks as she noticed the rate of her heart increase, if only slightly. She tried convincing herself it was because of her recent run down the corridor.

Luka leisurely made her way back to her desk leaving a still somewhat shakened tealette in the doorway. Miku thought that perhaps fate would pity her and rid her of the pink-haired girl for even just this single day, but it appears she is not so fortunate to have that bit of leniency.

"...M-morning. You're here early." Miku cursed herself for the weak response, and trailed behind the other to her assigned seat located right next to her adversary. Rummaging through her bag, Luka pulled out a slightly worn book, the condition of it quickly convincing Miku that that was a favourite of her' title read, 'Rondo of the Sun and Moon'.

Luka cracked the spine open, replying impassively as she did so.

"Yes, I wake up at 5:00 every morning." She filed through the pages briskly, stopping on a marked page. The air fell silent as the conversation died. Luka's lithe hands wrapped around the corner of the novel as her eyes darted over the page. Miku sat quietly feeling an unbearable tension brewing, although, the pinkette seemed calm and oblivious to the anxious aura thickening around Miku.

"Oi, Rin hurry up!" Voices echoed through the hallways outside their door, Miku pivoted in her seat to welcome the intruders with earnest.

"Morning!" She greeted as her gaze fell upon two pairs of blue eyes staring back at her. The blonde duo entered the class, one of them on the verge of being dragged in.

"Morning," They replied in unison, the boy returning the warm greeting with just as much fervour as the other collapsed into the nearest desk.

"It's too early!" Rin mustered out, the comment muffled by the way her head lay face down in her arms. Miku was astonished by their remarkable resemblance, save for their differing attitudes.

Miku quirked her head akin to a curious pup's,"Eh? Are you two twins?"

"Yeah, I'm Len Kagamine." The boy smiled, "This is my sister Rin, as you can see she's not very good with mornin-"

"Who is?! This is an absurd time to be awake!" Rin quickly interrupted in protest as she raised her head, ever-so-slightly from the desk top. "It's unreasonable; they ask us to be here for hours! And expect us to be wide awake by this time!?"

"I think its fine. If it were later, wouldn't it take up the rest of our day?" Miku remarked. Rin sat upright and turned to the tealette.

"Oi, what's your name?" A sly smile tugged the corners of her lips as she eyed the girl, examining her thoroughly.

"M-Miku, Hatsune Miku." Rin leapt up from the desk suddenly surging with energy as she pulled the teal-haired girl in her arms ardently.

"It's nice to meet ya, Miku-chan~" Rin caroled affectionately. Luka shifted her gaze over her shoulder, relinquishing attention to her novel and now listening attentively to their exchange.

"Have you decided what club you're going to join?" Len asked curiously, crossing his arms over his chest. Miku struggled to put a finger to her chin in contemplation, as Rin was still securely fastened to her side.

"No, not yet." She smiled sheepishly. Rin suddenly detached herself from the tealette, careful to keep contact as an alarmed expression cast over her.

"Oh! When do we have to hand those forms in?!" She panicked. Len shrugged, his gaze landing skyward.

"I don't know actually."

"I don't want to join a club though! I'm lazy!" Rin whined landing in Miku's desk and beginning to sulk, abandoning her tight embrace on Miku in the process to Miku's silent relief.

Len sighed. "I heard the school makes everyone join something." he said with a small hand gesture. Rin sank deeper in her seat.

"Eeeehhhh!?"

"Don't worry about it. We can just pick a cultural club that won't ask much of us. No sense in wasting our time."

"Yeah and I can't be bothered to go check out clubs after school." Rin turned around to face her brother a wide grin splitting her face. "We should go to Karaoke after school!" She announced, glancing over to Miku expectantly. "What do ya say, Mi-ku-chan~!"

"Oh... Karaoke..." Miku looked down at her feet, fidgeting a little as she deliberated the idea. She did promise to abandon singing but-

"Karaoke..." A cool voice repeated. Miku whirled around to see Luka nearing them she remained indifferent as she stood next to Miku. "Karaoke sounds fun. Let's do that."

Eh...? She won't leave me alone!

"Sure! The more the merrier!" Rin pounded her chest triumphantly with a nod. Placing both hands on her hips she leaned forward, closely inspecting the pinkette. "What's your name?" She asked earnestly with another quick nod.

"Luka Megurine, it's nice to meet you Kagamine-san." She bent slightly in a polite bow. Rin's smile widened as she observed the display.

"Ohh, so formal~ there's no need, just call me Rin..." She slung and arm around her twin's shoulders, dragging him closer. "And him Len."

Luka hesitated a moment, "Yes, Rin-san, Len-san." Rin nodded approvingly, Len blushing as he rubbed the back of his blonde locks timidly. Luka parted her lips again to speak, "So..." She paused. Miku looked at her curiously as did the two blondes, waiting for her to continue. "... What's Karaoke...?"

Ding Dong, Ding Dong

"On page 137..." The lecture seemed so far away, Miku pushing all of her surroundings to the back of her mind as the least of her worries. Her foot tapped lightly against the floor below her desk as she peered over her textbook, stealing glances at pinkette in the seat next to her. She could feel her dislike solidify into a hard ball rolling in the pit of her stomach.

The sun pierced through the windows, reflecting off of her porcelain coloured skin, gifting it with a brilliant splendour. Her satiny pink tresses draped her shoulders, slightly obscuring her deep-blue eyes that seemed fervent in the glowing presence of the day. Her lips were vibrant pink, tempting like a freshly picked fruit, they looked lush, so soft she couldn't help wondering what they taste like-

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!"Her chair screeched as she rose from her seat promptly, her hands making firm contact with her desktop, her foggy mind suddenly separating from the world that once seemed so pleasant and swimmy that now plagued her with troubling and incomprehensible thoughts.

What the hell was she thinking? Those were completely irrelevant thoughts! There has to be a reasonable explanation.

"Yes, Hatsune-san? Is there something extremely important that you must so rudely interrupt my class?" Miku looked up, free from her thoughts as she looked over the room. Everyone's attention on her, she looked to the seat next her, those same sapphire orbs bore into her, drowning her again. She redirected her gaze downward to her hands still placed on her desk, her face suddenly feeling flushed.

"N-no, my apologies..." Gradually lowering herself back into her seat; the previous weight in her stomach returned, the rolling sensation more present and intense as she thought more about her. This was all her fault!

The teacher resumed his lesson after a sny remark about her outburst; Miku shrank into her seat more wondering why this girl seems to thrive on her misfortune. However, when she thought about it, Luka didn't look smug or anything, but that realization only frustrated her further.

All her fault! All her fault! All her fault! All her fault! All her fault! Just look...at... her...? Miku glanced over to discover that Luka was sound asleep, her chest rising barely with each relaxed inhale and her head lay gently down on her crossed arms. Miku closed in slightly to study her. Was she really asleep during class?! But, close up like this Miku finally noticed how long her eyelashes were. Miku mentally smacked herself, she was being baited, she thought. Not this time!

"Okay, because Hatsune-san enjoys the attention we're starting at the back row." Turning to meet her teacher's wicked smirk, she sat attentively. She had no idea what they were talking about; she wasn't able to concentrate on the lesson this entire time. Skimming through the paragraphs on the assigned page, she attempted to quickly memorize at least the focal points of the thesis. Even when she slept, Luka still managed to swindle her. Miku gripped at her text with additional strength, her knuckles going white with the applied pressure. She wondered what deity she had pissed off to have them send Luka without even so much as a warning. I thought there was supposed to be some type of Harbinger...

"... Akita-san, read paragraph 4..." Glancing down her row, she realized Akita-san was right next to a sound asleep Megurine Luka.

Wake up! It's almost your turn! She mentally scolded, peering over at the pinkette. Miku sighed before tearing a strip of paper from her notebook, crumpling it up and tossing it at the pink head of hair. She repeated the procedure about twice more before Luka roused from her slumber. Miku released a smile at her small victory. Luka scanned around, her head rotating back and forth seemingly still in a daze before losing herself to unconsciousness once again.

Miku looked at her in disbelief, You've got to be kidding...Forget it! She can just be embarrassed in front of the whole class when her turn is up. What an idiot... Miku stole a brief glance at the pinkette, she looked so serene.

Maybe, she used to have a schedule like mine. Practicing hard every day, no time for fun... She thought. The truth was she's never done karaoke either. Though Miku at least knows what it is! Even so, she doesn't know any popular songs anyway. Miku would never admit it aloud but, she was glad when Luka stepped in when she was invited by Rin and Len, very relieved actually. With an exaggerated 'Hmph' she swallowed her pride (or whatever nasty voice that insisted she let Luka embarrasses herself) and returned to the task of waking her. Guess I have to at least try and help.

Miku sighed before leaning over, an inch away from Luka's ear.

"Megurine-san, it's almost your turn, wake up." She whispered, her warm breath earning a stir from the pink-haired girl. Sapphire irises clouded with sleep opened with the sun greeting them, overwhelming her already foggy mind. Her eye's moved to meet familiar teal orbs mere inches away. Luka lifted her body off the desk, still slouching over it as she craned her neck to be face-to-face with the tealette.

"..." With nothing said Luka - much to Miku's astonishment- smiled. Miku watched in awe at the display, no words escaping either of them. Miku felt lost in the seemingly endless depths of those deep-blue irises, noticing a tint of silver in them that reminded her more of the moon than anything else, thinking before that they were more like the ocean's boundless abyss. She was trapped, entranced by that alluring gaze. Even now as Luka neared, closing in with those same lush lips that tempted her so forcefully, curving upward in that extraordinary smile. At that moment, the ball of dislike was now trampling around in her stomach; finally she realized this was all too wrong she needed to get away. She could now feel Luka's moist breath on her lips sending shivers down her spine, just a little closer and-

"H-hey..." Miku strained out, her throat suddenly feeling painfully dry and her voice lacking any means of protest. She retreated somewhat for more time to object, however, Luka persisted to move even closer. "H-Hey... Wait..! Wait A- Aaaaaaaahhhh!" Miku tumbled off the edge of her seat, plummeting backwards, unable to remember the impact as darkness obscured her vision.