Disclaimer: I don't own Vocaloids...-cries-
Summary: Fragments of the past and the future are blending together. Can you distinguish their love in the midst of false realities?
Broken Parallels: Love Letter
"Was it you who sent the letter?"
The chirps of tiny birds perched upon willowy branches reverberated in the ears of the two girls, who stood protected under the shadow of a blooming Sakura tree. A soft gust of wind wallowed through the air, causing the two girls to shiver slightly. The tealette peered silently at the pinkette hoping for a clear answer.
Luka broke out of her reverie when she sensed a burning gaze upon her. Her focus snapped from letter that was in the mysterious girl's hand to the girl's face, which was adorned by petite features akin to a luscious fruit that was barely ripe for consumption.
The pinkette gripped her hands and uttered loudly, "Actually-" but was immediately interjected by the tealette stopping her with a projected hand.
The tealette shook her head as she looked off to the side, "No, no. You don't need to tell me." The smaller girl replied matter-of-factly.
Luka stood a bit miffed. Lifting her arm, she firmly grabbed the girl's projected hand.
"No, listen to me. I-"
Shocked by the abrupt contact, a flushing red enveloped the younger girl's face as her gaze snapped towards her captured hand. Blushing fiercely, the tealette swiftly pulled her hand away and stepped back. She brought her freed limb close to her chest and wrapped her other hand protectively around it.
Noticing the emblazoned hue on the tealette's features, Luka could not help but don a small blush herself. She suddenly felt very awkward...as if her innocent act of grabbing the girl's hand was actually some kind of lustful action meant to 'take down' the girl.
Breathing softly, the tealette regained her bearings. Straightening herself, she once again gazed into similar teal pools and commented as casually as she could.
"It's...It's not my first time getting...these kinds of letters. But-but from a girl..."
Instantly, Luka felt her mind perform an internal face plant against some hidden galactic plane.
Peeking at Luka's demeanor, the girl could not help but feel a moment of awe as she grazed over the qualities that made up the other woman. Turquoise orbs peered at the woman's porcelain features, and stared momentarily at the salmon-pink lips which were absolute in every way...to the likewise salmon-pink tresses which sculpted the woman's facial characteristics. Scanning down, the tealette perceived a lithe and slender neck down to a minute part of the woman's collarbone, which was teasingly sensual. Further in her inspection, the younger girl laid her eyes for what seemed like an eternity upon the two well-endowed mounds, perfectly suspended against gravity.
"Wow..." Miku breathed softly, but a quick realization donned her. Swiftly, Miku reluctantly realigned her perspective from the pinkette's body to the pinkette's eyes.
Oblivious to the girl's obvious staring, Luka tried to voice her opposition once again. "No, actually-"
"You." Luka's ears perked up to the younger girl's soft voice once more. Miku had resumed her nonchalant tone.
"You like me?" Miku tilted her head in question. However, her inquiry was in vain as Luka's mind drifted off, wondering why all of this was happening in the first place. The older girl peered off to the distance as her body shifted slightly.
Hearing no reply, Miku looked towards the ground again, focusing on the soft, waving blades of grass and muttered under her breath.
"I guess that's a 'yes.'" After a few seconds, she looked up again.
"And are the contents of the letter true?" Miku waved the letter that was in her hand. Her words caused Luka to break out of her reverie.
Miku continued with words dipped in hidden hesitation, "That you have 'truly adored me for a long time now?'"
Striking at the chance to explain, Luka stammered, "Y-yes and you see-", but she was too late as she was once again interjected by the young girl with teal locks.
"It-it's true then." Bits of embarrassment cracked through the younger girl's facade of casualness. In reality, she had never received a love letter before, much less from a girl. Moreover, it was from her senior...a famous senior, whose name was well-known amongst every single freshman of Yamaha High. And that senior...that very senior...
"is asking me out...?" Miku tasted the idea tentatively.
Thoughts blazed through Luka's head like an i9 Intel Processor. She could not comprehend how this came to happen or why it happened. Again her eyes focused upon the letter, which was in the younger girl's hand. She did not even know this girl...
"So how did this girl get my letter? I swore I put it in the right shoebox."
For years now she has had a crush on her childhood friend, Kamui Gakupo. And for years she had lamented with confessing her feelings to the young purple haired man. And just when she had finally worked up her courage to write a letter on Valentine's Day,
"It somehow ends up in Hatsune Miku's shoebox. Who is this girl? Her surname is nowhere near 'Kamui.' Just what in the world is going on? I, Megurine Luka, am confused as a llama that had been exported to the inner heart of Antarctica to live with flightless black birds."
But no, she cannot allow this to end here, with the girl in front of her mistakenly confusing her love for Kamui for her own. Surely, Hatsune must be bothered by this as well but just didn't know how to refuse her.
"First, I must somehow get the letter back..."
Mustering all the strength she had, Luka altered to a more affirming tone. "Hey! Actually you see this letter was-" And for the umpteenth time that day, Luka was interrupted by Miku's softly high voice.
"Okay." Miku paused briefly, and then continued.
"I'll go out with you."
.
There was a moment of silence.
.
"W-wait. W-what did you say?" Bewildered, turquoise pools of the older girl widened.
Tilting forward with her hands behind her back, Miku's petite lips tugged into a small smile as she glanced up playfully at Luka.
"Yoroshiku, ne, Luka."
For the first time, Luka received the younger girl's beaming features. And for a fraction of a second, that simple grin struck a small chord in Luka's heart, causing her breath to hitch slightly. It was then that a single realization donned her...that perhaps, just perhaps...
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.
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