Oh yay. Look, a new story! :O *gasps*
—(The not-so-innocent)Standing
Megurine Luka. Her family wasn't exactly the richest. They even sold their own daughter. Now, she was forced to put on shows and do 'personal' shows as well. Luka couldn't say she hated it, but she couldn't say she liked it either.
It was a new day, and once again Luka put on her clothes, which to be honest looked more like her clothes went through a system of razors. But today was special. Today they were auctioning the pinkette. For a lot of money to boot.
She went out on stage, her face monotonous. Luka learned that emotion only got in your way, so she simply didn't have any emotions anymore. It wasn't the only reason why Luka didn't have any emotions. That one detail didn't stop men from whistling, hooting or yelling. In the crowd, however, was a girl. The girl didn't come there on purpose, she was lost.
The girl's name was Hatsune Miku. She came from one of the luckier, richer families. She looked up and on stage was a pinkette. Her face held no emotion, nor did any of her actions.
"Here is the pink-haired beauty, Megurine Luka!" someone shouted. The young girl's attention was gripped. "Do we hear a hundred dollars?" he asked to the crowd.
"Yes!" a man shouted, raising his hand in the air. So this was an auction? For a girl? How amazingly stupid, to sell people off as products. Simply unbelievable.
"Do we hear a hundred-fifty?" the announcer shouted again.
"Yep!" another man shouted. Both men were suddenly locked in a heated gaze and prices got higher and higher... All the way to four hundred.
"Going once, going twice, s-" the announcer was cut off by Miku.
"Five hundred!" she shouted, getting the attention of everyone in the room. Even Luka's eyes seemed to widen in surprise.
"Going once, going twice, sold to the girl in teal hair!" he shouted, pointing at Miku. The tealette walked next to the stage, held out the money, motioned for Luka to follow her and walked out, the expressionless pink-haired woman following closely behind.
"So I suppose you are my new master," Luka said dully, as if unamused. And let's be honest here, she was unamused.
"... Yes..." Miku replied, deciding to skip the fact Luka called her master. The pinkette nodded, her expression still unfazed. She was like ice, frozen. Cold. Yet, she was pretty. She wasn't exactly expressionless either. It was delicate, like she was about to break. Like a slowly-wilting rose. And it wasn't until then Miku realized—Luka needed clothes. Fast.
"Um..." Miku looked around. Her father's car was a little ways away from where they currently were. The tealette took the older girl's hand, dragging her. Luka still had that monotone expression. People were staring, but the pink-haired girl didn't honestly give a damn.
They made it and Miku, who had keys to unlock the car, did so. She opened the trunk and pulled out a long coat. It would cover Luka down to her thigh. "Put this on," she said with her adorable voice.
Luka simply nodded and put it on. It looked like she was wearing only a coat, but better that then to have her strutting around practically half-nude.
"Now come!" Miku exclaimed cheerily, dragging Luka around once more. She blinked her clear aquamarine eyes. This Miku was certainly far more interesting than anyone she had met, really. She allowed herself to be dragged.
"As you wish, Master." Luka said, although Miku didn't hear her.
After countless minutes of shopping, browsing and many, many dull conversations, they made way back to the car. But Miku sucessfully got lost. Currently, she was walking in a dark alleyway with Luka following.
"Master, I do not believe this is the smartest choice to remain in this location..." Luka warned, a somewhat rare and concerned tone in her voice. Miku just shrugged it off.
"It's okay, Luka-chan! Because-" Miku's words were cut off as hands grabbed her from behind. Same as Luka, but Luka was more... Calm about it, not even struggling.
"Stay quiet, don't scream and maybe you'll like it." the guy holding Miku smirked. "We won't make it hurt too much."
Luka, who by now had enough shit for today, kicked the man holding her between the legs. "You should rethink your strategy next time. If there is a next time." she said calmly. "No one hurts my Master without answering to me."
She began delivering multiple kicks to the man, receiving only one or two weak blows on her legs. The man was reduced to a bloody mess and she sighed dully. "How boring, I would have honestly prefered a spirited battle..." she clapped her hands together and took a step towards the man holding Miku.
Miku just watched in amazement as the man holding her let go. Luka took another step towards him. "Just surrender yourself and I won't have to use this!" he exclaimed, holding out a (What Luka just assumed was fake) gun. Luka's eyes were now coloured red. It was odd to say, but it was true.
"Are you sure you wish to do that?"
In that same instant, the gun was knocked out of his hands. "Run. Run far away. You will not and cannot hurt my Master." she warned, taking a threatening step towards the man. He cowered in fear and ran off. Luka didn't smirk. She simply watched with a bored expression. "People who put their opponents in unfair disadvantages are simply cowards."
"L-Luka-chan!" Miku gasped. "You were so... Awesome!" she gave Luka a big hug, and to which the pinkette responded with a light pat on the head.
"I am not awesome, I am simply doing what I was born to do. Protect my Master." Luka said. Perhaps this would be a more enjoyable experience.
It was certainly interesting, for both Miku and Luka.
Oh wow. I spent all night typing this up. *dies*
It's pretty sucky, isn't it? Oh well.
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