Vocaloid Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I do not own Vocaloid.
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Miku's teal blue eyes slowly opened and squinted when rays of sunlight passed through her open windows. Using a hand to shield the offending light, she realized that she had passed out on her couch last night. Her luminous eyes focused on her pale hand covered with acrylic paint, her nails caked with pastel wax and fingertips dirty with charcoal.
Sitting up and groaning when her back cracked painfully, she cursed thinking that she really need to stop sleeping anywhere in her apartment. Why sleep on the couch when you have a perfectly good bed? There was no sense to that but to Miku, old habits die hard. She stood up and stretched her small frame, her long teal hair unkempt and dishevelled from her uncomfortable sleeping position.
Flipping some silky smooth teal locks off her shoulders, she padded through her den barefooted. Her lair was a two-bedroom apartment and was newly furnished when she brought it. The teal-haired girl doesn't care about extravagance, only on the things that fit her needs. The apartment was almost too big for a girl living alone.
After a year of living in it, Miku still doesn't think she needed a dining table when she could eat in the living room's couch. Her apartment was unexpectedly empty. There wasn't much furniture or appliances and it made her lair look even bigger and uninhabited. Miku believes in sanitation and neatness but there was one room in her home that she keeps her neat-freaked-ness out of the door. Her studio. It was the bigger one of the two bedrooms she converted into her workspace.
Miku opened her fridge, thinking of her empty growling stomach. It was empty and Miku wondered what time it was. She cursed when she saw the stagnant wall clock on her soft blue coloured wall, its hands no longer moving, stuck in 3:43 forever. She walked towards the sink and washed her hands thoroughly. Shaking her head in disbelief, she walked to her door and put on her black and teal checkered sneakers. After putting on her footwear, she patted her back pockets and she felt her wallet. [What kind of girl sleeps with her wallet still in her pocket?]
Taking the black hair tie that hung on her doorknob, she ran her hands through her long tumbling locks and gathered them in a high ponytail, with a few twists and turns of her wrist she deemed herself presentable. Glancing at the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the wall adjacent to her door, she ran a hand on her face and stared at her reflection blankly, emotionlessly.
She walked out of her apartment and locked the door before walking towards the elevator.
She didn't care that she was wearing her paint splattered sweater and yesterday's jeans after all, she knew she was just going to grab a bite across the street. Her sweater was white, with its cuff sleeves especially colourful with acrylic and oil paint. Not intentional, mind you.
Walking through the glass doors of Blonde's Diner, she was greeted by a golden haired boy wearing a black apron around his small waist. He wasn't surprised to see the artist in her current appearance because he'd seen much worse.
"Hey, Miku." The boy was hardly two months younger than her but still a head shorter than her.
"Hello, Len." She replied with her usual dry tone. This only made the blonde boy smile in amusement. Miku was a regular customer and was a dear friend of the owner, Lily.
"Geesh, you look like you slept on the floor, Miku." A girl with short shoulder length golden hair passed the teal-haired girl and grabbed her hand. The resemblance between Len and Rin was quite obvious. Pushing Miku on one of the tables by the window, she asked, "Just woke up?"
And the golden twins were quite fond of the young artist. Even despite Miku's lacklustre personality and terrible social skills.
Miku hummed her agreement and fought the urge to fold her arms on the table and take a nap. "I'll take my usual order, Rin…" she mumbled before opting to leaning on her elbows and putting her chin on her hand.
"Breakfast's long over," Rin jerked a thumb towards the clock behind the counter. It read 1:55 noon. Seeing the look on Miku's normally expressionless face, the blonde sighed, "Okay fine, hime-sama." She said jokingly as she went to the counter to ring the cook. "Leaky wants breakfast!"
Miku turned her attention on the still newly-wiped table, staring at nothing in particular. For Miku, she sees everything in lines, colors and shades, and strokes of texture. Like the off-white linoleum table, it was stained with a slightly transparent tangerine which she guessed was from ketchup. Dipping her finger on the glass of cool water on her table, she traced some invisible lines on the table top surface.
"Miku," Len approached the artist, hands holding his tray to his chest. "Do you mind if she sits across you? We don't have extra tables since we are already packed."
Looking up, the teal-haired girl saw Len with a rather tall and beautiful woman behind him standing awkwardly with an equally awkward smile on her pink lips. The woman was slightly older than Miku, with light pink hair that fell in soft curls on her shoulders to her back. The artist couldn't help but stare at the perfectly pure deep sky blue of the pink woman's eyes. It was exactly the colour of the sky on a fine cloudless day. One where strangers say 'today is a beautiful day, don't you think so?' out of the blue just because you happened to sit next to them.
Ordinary people could not understand the eccentricity of an artist's behaviour. Especially when the artist tries and fails to explain what they mean. But Miku says exactly what she means, no sugar-coating or euphemism needed. Exactly as she said it. People often get offended and would say rude things to the teal-haired artist. That was why even though she would never admit it, she was thankfully grateful that some people were willing to be her friend.
But after years of honesty she realized that people doesn't appreciate it when you tell them their flaws, their imperfection. Miku was meticulous when it comes to details, always looking for other ways to improve the beauty of art. She was a perfectionist in her work and sometimes when people ask her honest opinion. And when she does give them her honest critique, they would look affronted and insulted like they didn't want her opinion, after all.
So much for honesty. After years of being disliked, Miku learned to tone down her 'severe' honesty and tactlessness.
Len stood still waiting for her response for a while as the slightly older girl behind him shifted, uncomfortable under the artist's intense scrutiny.
Miku then recalled the question and straightened up on her seat, "I don't mind, really. Lily would surely yell at me if I happen to decrease her profits." She said with a ghost of a smile on her own lips. Turning her attention towards the relieved-looking pink-haired woman, "Please have a seat."
"Thanks," the older woman sunk on the plush seat and sighed. "I'll have mocha and lion's share please." She said to Len as the blond guy jot it down, surprise evident on his young handsome face.
"I'll be back with your order." He said a little dazed.
"I like to eat." The pink-haired woman said as an explanation to the rather cool-faced artist across her.
Miku leaned he back on the soft leather as she gave the gorgeous girl across her rare obligatory-greeting smiles. She wasn't particularly surprised to know that the older girl ate healthily as what she had studied on the other woman's physique already told her. "I guess you also gym?" Miku asked, not really caring if the other wouldn't answer since she already knew before she even asked.
The older woman looked surprised at her question and tucked her pink locks behind her modestly pierced ears. Miku noted the silver butterfly wing stud on the woman's ear and glanced at the other ear and saw the other half glint in the light behind pink locks. "I… yes, I gym. No one has been able to tell that I exercise a lot. They all seem to expect that I got my body naturally, no effort at all." she said this with a slight blush on her cheeks. "You're quite an observer, aren't you?"
Miku blinked when she had been graced with an answer. "Not really." She said as she continued to stare at the other woman's perfectly heart-shaped face, the cupid's bow of her shaped lips and the delicate curve of her pink eyelashes that framed her deep sky blue eyes thickly. There was also her fair unblemished skin, a little tanned from sun's exposure but still flawless and clear.
Bright turquoise eyes lowered down to the delicate dip of the older woman's collarbone, the curve of her neck and to the ample bosom hidden underneath a pastel-shaded coloured cashmere sweater that Miku tried to remember the name. After a split second, she recognized the shade. Cornsilk.
The pink-haired woman noticing the stop of the conversation brought up her hands, "My name's Megurine Luka. Yours?"
Miku's brightly-coloured eyes landed on the outstretched hand and out of politeness and a little intrigue, she took it a little glad that she bothered to wash her hands. "I'm Miku, nice to meet you."
"The pleasure's all mine," Luka replied with a dazzling smile. "I'm new to the area, actually. Just moved in."
Noticing the bait, the teal-haired girl asked anyway. "Oh, where?" Her eyes still studiously observing the other woman. Luka didn't even seem to notice the intensity of the artist's gaze on her. Or chose to not comment on it.
"There," the pink-haired woman pointed outside the window with a perfectly manicured finger. Light sea green nail polish, Miku unknowingly noticed. The structure pointed at outside was a twenty-three story real estate building where Miku, coincidentally, lives in. She owned the entire eighteenth floor, after all.
"Oh, you were that college student who moved in a week ago?" Miku said, remembering a certain conversation with a neighbour a few floors below her when they occupied the same elevator which led to gossip.
"I'm surprised you knew." Luka said, eyes wide with a certain interest. Miku couldn't put a finger on it.
"I occupy the eighteenth floor." Miku smiled a little. Luka was about to say something else when their orders arrived carried by both Rin and Len.
"Miku-Miku, here's your breakfast and Okabe-san wants you to know he's not happy with your order." Rin said as she set the plate of spring-onion buttered toast and a stack of pancakes in front of Miku.
"Okabe-san isn't supposed to say anything about my order. He was supposed to just cook what I want to eat." Miku replied as she watched Len serve Luka's lion's share and mocha. "Besides, if he says anything else, I'm afraid it would only upset my appetite."
"Haha, you're right~! But you should say thank you at least. You are the only costumer here who could order a breakfast set anytime of the day, after all." Rin smiled softly at her teal-haired friend then putting her hands on her hips, she huffed, "Friend of the owner privileges~"
"For me, it really is breakfast."
"Yeah yeah, artist quirks!"
After the golden-haired twins left, Miku glanced at Luka's portion and noticed the amount, lion's share indeed.
"Tell me when you need help finishing that," Miku said to Luka as she poured syrup and put on some generous amount of butter on her steaming plate of pancakes.
"Not happening~!" Luka grinned as she dug into her food which consisted of three cups of rice, potato salad, shrimp and seafood in soy sauce, with some vegetable side dishes, and a large tumbler of mocha.
Miku and Luka walked back to their building together in companionable silence. Miku had her hands stuck in her pockets, glancing at the grey sky repeatedly and studying the pattern of shades. She had forgotten that she was not alone so when Luka talked, Miku visibly flinched.
"Oh, sorry… I've been talking for a while now and you didn't seem to be listening." Luka smiled good-naturedly, not at all offended by the artist's lack of attention. More than anything, she seemed amused.
"I apologize," Miku bowed her head as she punched the arrow sign button on the wall with her unpainted finger. "My friend always compared me to brick wall when she comes to hang out."
Chuckling, Luka shifted in her comfortable flip-flops. "Brick wall's a bit much, don't you think so? More like a painting. Unresponsive but people talk in front of works of art."
A small smile tugged on the corner of Miku's lips, "Hm, you noticed I paint…"
"Who wouldn't?" Luka glanced down at the artist's garments, soft emotion in her eyes. "Kind of hard to miss, huh?"
"Yeah, I'm not exactly trying to hide it anyway." Miku raised a hand to fix her long side bangs. Her fingers grazing the metal ring in her multiple-pierced ear and Luka raised an eyebrow when she noticed.
"Wow, aren't artist's supposed to appreciate the balance of things?" Luka noted as she eyed the artist's three-pierced left ear and the one pierced right ear, all the accessories on the left were pure silver while the other was a ring studded with what Luka recognized as emeralds.
"Not about art," Miku shrugged as the elevator doors opened and they got inside. "Just about preference."
"Hmm, what floor are you in?" Luka asked as she pressed her floor level.
"Why do you ask?" Miku said, her voice gaining back its dry tone.
Luka noticed the change and smiled at the transition, "So I could punch it in?" the taller woman pointed at the column of buttons on the side of the platinum doors. Luka realized that she felt a little too interested in the shorter girl. It was about time, anyway.
Miku winced inwardly when she comprehended her sudden defensiveness at the other woman's innocent question. Leaning on the wall, she muttered quietly, "Eighteen." Luka pushed the said button and leaned back on the wall, beside Miku.
"Just five floors above mine, then."
They were alone as the elevator rose and the hair on Miku's arms stood as they always do when ascending. It was not unpleasant just uncomfortable. But Miku hated using the stairs especially when her apartment was so high up.
"What made you move?" Miku asked, out of nothing else to say. The silence was starting to unnerve her.
Luka, seemingly surprised at the interest the artist was showing smiled eagerly, "It's much nearer to the university I attend. One of the reasons." Blue eyes darted up towards the digital screen that showed, 6 going to 7.
Another bait, Miku noticed. Luka seemed to be the type of person who wants people to ask her than blab things on her own accord. She wasn't going to ask another question though as the elevator dinged and opened to floor thirteen.
"I'll see you around?" Luka asked as she stepped out.
"Maybe." Miku shrugged in response as the doors tapped her shoes as she glanced up at the rising numbers above the closed doors. When the elevator opened to her floor, Miku remembered. "Oh, groceries."
_A/N: =_= etto ne... I don't really know much about Yuri stuff so a little help would be appreciated~ Tips and, I dunno suggestions would be nice, though. I was thinking of a collaboration with someone more experienced in creating Yuri romance. Anyone interested? Or maybe you could just PM me for your ideas.
I'm such a MikuLuka fan but writing them seems to be a million times more difficult than reading them. I also don't want to write with my half-assed style of writing yuri. I'd only shame the MikuLuka pairing in doing so.
:D Interested applicants, PM me and I'll try to get back to you. :')
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Cover for the fanfic will be coming up later. I still hafta draw it and color it~ But I already have the general idea. :D