Miku stepped out of her parent's car, staring up at the tall steel and glass skyscraper that rose above the rest of the entire city skyline. 'Oh wow,' she thought, 'this place is HUGE!' She began walking towards the entrance of the building in an almost trance like state, still not believing that she finally had her dream job of working at the CFM studios. "Hey, watch it!" she heard a voice call out before the world suddenly turned upside down and she found herself on the sidewalk, once again staring up at the same top floors of the same building she was just looking at only a few moments before. "You really should watch out where you're standing," she heard a very annoyed voice say. Standing up and brushing herself off, she was surprised to be looking at two short twins, a boy and a girl. But not just any twins, these were the Kagamine twins she recognized. "Oh my, I guess she's just as dumb as she looks," the girl, Rin Kagamine, said, turning to her brother, Len. "Yes, it would certainly appear that way," the boy said. "H-H-Hey, that's not nice!" Miku stuttered, caught somewhere between shock at meeting one of the more famous acts that CFM had turned out, and the indignance of the way she was being treated. "That's not nice!" the little girl mimiced before cackling with laughter, her brother smirking alongside her, "listen here, it isn't our faults that you stood in our way! How about next time you get your head out of the clouds and pay attention you no-body!" Miku felt taken aback. Every time she had seen the Kagamines, they were always perfect angels...now they were acting like little devils.
"Not a very good way to start," she heard a chuckle beside her, shaking her from her thoughts. She realized that the twins had disappeared and now to her right stood a man with quite messy blue hair with a scarf on in the middle of the summer. "Pleasure to meet you Miss..." the man trailed off. "Miku, Hatsune Miku," Miku managed to squeak out. "Well, Miss Hatsune, my name is-," began the man. "Kaito Shion, I know exactly who you are!" Miku squeaked out very excitedly before blushing, noticing how she had just acted. Kaito let out a hearty laugh, before saying "Well, tell me Hatsune-san, what is your purpose here?" "I-I'm he-here for a-a job," Miku said, thinking to herself 'There's that darn stuttering again!' "Ahhhh you must be the new song writing assisstant! Or as they are called here, go-fors," Kaito laughed, "Come along, I'll show you where to go."
"-And here is the music writing department," stated Kaito, extending an arm and showing the already exhausted Miku a small off-shoot of what appeared to be an office space. "It's a bit...cramped," she stated. "Yeah, unfortunatley budget cuts have put us in the corner quite literally," sighed a very tired sounding voice to her left, surprising Miku yet again. 'Is everyone trying to scare me today?! I sure hope this doesn't become a trend...' Miku thought to herself. "Thank's Kaito, I can take it from here," dismissed the man, waving his hand for Kaito to leave in a very bored manner. "Well it was nice meeting you Hatsune-san, I hope we meet again," grinned the blue haired man as he made a deep bow and walked off. "So you must be Hatsune Miku, the new girl," deadpanned the man, "My name is Jake Poirer, and I guess you could say that'll be your boss from here on in." "It's nice to meet you," Miku said as she bowed to the man who dismissed it with a wave. "Sorry, I'm not from here, and that custom still confuses me at times, so why don't we just go with a good old fashioned handshake," Mr. Poirer said, sticking out his hand. Quite perplexed, Miku reached out gingerly and shook the outstretched hand very timidly causing Mr. Poirer to sigh and shake his head, muttering something about this country being so different from America.
Elsewhere...
Megurine Luka was sitting in her office, pouring herself over a stack of papers when she heard a knock on the door. "Yes?" she asked, not bothering to look up. "Well, if es nicht little Miss Ray of Sonnenchein," came a responce in broken english. It's speaker stood in the door way, clad in dark clothing, smirking at the pinkette. "Ich came zu see if du habe time tomorrow zu work on die new recording," the man said, inviting himself to take a seat. "I suppose. Has the former crew been replaced from last time?" Luka asked, finally straightening up to a ram-rod straight posture. "Ja, though es was DU that sent them away. Was a shame, they were a gut group," the man said, shaking his head before chuckling, "Und here Ich was thinking ICH was die boss." The pinkette just rolled her eyes and shook her head before deadpanning, "Is there anything else you need? I was just about to go home for the evening." "Nein, though maybe I should come mit du. Would hate zu see you lonely," said the man, cracking up into laughter. Though beneath the joke, Luka knew he was genuine, even if he was an asshole about it. "Yes, I'm sure you would but I will be spending tonight ALONE," she stated. The man stood up and nodded before making his way to the door. "Oh, and would you choose one language to speak in? That broken English is getting on my nerves," she said, attitude obvious in her voice. "Ja, Prinzessin, wenn es dir gef llt," he smirked as he exited and walked down the hall. "Asshole..." muttered Luka to herself, but still, she smirked at her friend and boss's antics.
After she packed up her things and made her way to the lobby, she punched out, gave a simple nod to the overly-friendly receptionist, and avoided a bunch of touring fans. It was too late in the evening for her to get caught up in the middle of autographs and what not, and she just wanted to go home and sleep. As she was walking out of the door, she noticed a girl running through the lobby with a bunch of papers, looking frantic and almost running the pinkette over. "I'm terribly sorry, would you please point me to the marketting department?" the teal headed girl asked, huffing and puffing, not even noticing who she was talking to for trying to pick up papers that fell off during the encounter. "Over on the 14th floor," Luka deapanned, almost feeling sorry for the poor girl. 'Must be her first day,' thought the pinkette. The teal headed girl thanked her and rushed off without any further a-do, leaving the pinkette to scratch her head and wonder as she made her way out to her car and away from the building.
Well this is the first time I've ever actually had a plan for how my stories will turn out! Just a fair warning, there will be other pairings besides Luka/Miku, but we all know what the end game is. Sorry for this being so short and rushed. Hopefully the next chapters will be better once I have time to analyze my writing more.