Surprise! I'm not dead! So, um yeah, this is my first time writing a story of any kind in like forever so yeah. Probably going to be complete and utter shit but why not ya know.

If you asked her when it started, Miku probably wouldn't have been able to give you a straight answer. But no matter when it started, she knew that she was tired of everyone and how they treated her. 'Number One Princess in the World?' Oh, give her a break. She was tired of being treated like she was some fragile diva, an idol that everyone used as the personification of everything good and pure. She was tired of the twins, Len and Rin Kagamine, and how they acted so annoyingly childish. How they always acted as though she was some sort of mentor to them. She was tired of Meiko, the drunkard who always treated Miku like she was her own daughter. She was tired of Kaito and his inability to choose whether to make advances on her or Meiko. She was tired of Gakupo and his stupid obsession with all things samurai. She was tired of Gumi, with her annoyingly upbeat attitude and those ridiculous goggles she always wore. She was tired of Lily and her inability to grow up and act like a productive member of society. But most importantly of all, she was tired of Luka. Oh ho ho how she was tired of the lovely, gorgeous, mature, calm, collected, cold and heartless bitch. She had long since grown tired of the quickened heartbeat she felt every time she so much as glanced at the gorgeous pinkette. She hated how the woman made her feel. Miku loved the woman with all her heart, yet Luka treated her as nothing more than a friend at best and an annoyance at worst.

What had she done to deserve all of this? Simply because she could sing, she was relegated to a life spent being this perfect idol? No, not anymore. She gripped the side of the sink with one hand, the other grabbing a fist full of her hair, colored the shade of teal she detested most of all. They would all see her for who she truly was, starting now. She gazed into her own eyes, seeing a fire that she thought had long since died out. She gave the reflection in the mirror a crooked, almost hateful, smirk and then she gave it the bird for good measure. Hatsune Miku? She died that night, and from the ashes rose Hagane Miku like a phoenix hell-bent on spreading its wings. Hair that was once a brilliant shade of teal was died a blue so pale it was almost white. The school uniform-like costume was transformed into a spiked, pitch-black costume more befitting a heavy metal song than any pop song. By the time morning came, Hatsune Miku was but a memory that the new Miku was sure would die out quickly. On her way out the door, she made sure to snatch the name tag reading 'Hatsune' off of it.

Had they not have paid close attention, the rest of the Vocaloids would not have recognized this girl walking toward them with an almost hateful smirk. "Miku….what happened to you? Did someone pull a prank on you? I promise, we'll get this fix-" Kaito was cut short by the short girl's fist being forcefully slammed into the bridge of his nose. Miku relished the feeling of her fist connecting to the older boy's face. "Who gave you the right to talk to me punk?" She growled, her smirk never fading as the blue-haired boy stared at her in shock. "Miku! What in the world has-" "Can it bitch! No one asked you to speak either," yelled Miku, cutting off Meiko. To say that the Vocaloids were shocked would be an understatement, staring in a mix of astonishment and horror at the scene they were witnessing. They watched as this new person who had taken over their precious Miku's form skulked away with all the ferocity of a lion. No one made a move to stop her as she shouldered her way between Lily and Gakupo. No one could understand what they were witnessing, and they all were too scared to react. All except for one anyhow, who had up until this point remained silent.

Luka grabbed the once teal-haired girl by her arm, pulling her around to face her. She searched through eyes that once were vibrant and full of life but now held nothing but pure anger. "Miku…" she trailed off, not able to find her words. "What's the matter Ice Queen? Cat got your tongue or are you gonna speak? No? Then stop wasting my time," growled Miku, snatching her arm away and continuing to walk away. The pinkette could only gaze at the retreating back of this mysterious new figure.

"Damn her!" yelled Miku, slamming her fist into the wall of her penthouse apartment. The pinkette almost made her break with a simple look. Everything was going so well, and just like that she lost her cool. She calmed herself, looking up and running a hand through her hair. In time, she too would learn to fear the now blue-haired girl. Of all the people, Megurine Luka would come to fear her name more than anyone. She hated the pinkette with all her heart, simply because she could not rid herself of the love she still felt for the woman. After all, reasoned Miku, aren't love and hate two sides of the same coin? It mattered not to the blue-haired girl. This was the beginning of something new for her, and it wouldn't be a temporary image change. No, this was the new Miku. And she would be damned if anyone stood in her way or looked down on her again.

While it seemed they were one million miles apart, just across the hall Luka slumped down onto her bed, deep in thought over the day's events. The night before, everything was the same as it always had been. Everyone got on stage and performed and the crowd loved them. She and Miku had even debuted their new song 'Magnet'. And even though she seemed distant, Miku was her normal happy self. But then they saw her this morning and…Luka shuddered at the recollection of memories. That wasn't her Miku, she thought. No, her Miku was kind and caring while that person was cold and calloused. Their eyes didn't even hold the same spark. Luka sighed as she collapsed onto the bed, willing unsuccessfully for her thoughts to quiet down, she tried to dose off. "Fine then Miku…if you want to go down this path, who am I to stop you," murmured the pinkette, ignoring the nagging thoughts in her mind that told her she would never be able to allow it to happen. That wasn't her Miku anymore. The Miku that stole her heart was gone, and she hated this new person. After all, reasoned Luka, aren't love and hate two sides of the same coin?

Honestly, I wrote this awhile back and never posted it. I'd like to get a feel on whether or not people feel if I should continue this or just scrap it. That being said, please don't kill me. It will all pan out in the end I promise.