Little ol' Fan Fiction here with Luka and Miku, as friends; no Yuri. The whole idea pretty well came from a rather amusing picture I happened to stumble upon. Though, I decided not to display such as the cover, as I don't know where it came from; therefore do not have permission to use it. Two parts to this Fan Fiction; enjoy and please review, would be greatly appreciated.

Up the steps she trudged, tight fitted sneakers upon her feet and a loose pink track suit to match her long hair tied back in a high pony of the very same colour. She lightly tapped her fist against the door, responding with a 'tap-tap' which echoed through the interior of said house.

A younger girl answered, with turquoise hair even longer then hers. One glance at the two of them would never hint as to what they had planned for the day. She seemed surprised, still dressed in her everyday clothes; it was clear she had completely forgotten about the phone call she had exchanged with her pink haired friend the night before.

"Well. . . " Luka raised a single eyebrow and gave her friend a quick glance up and down.
"You forgot again, didn't you?" a deep sigh of disappointment followed after.
Miku seemed to go just slightly red in the cheeks, and bit her bottom lip, "Aha. . . you could say that. . . "
Luka rolled her eyes and invited herself in, stepping off the porch.
"Get ready then, I'll wait" she crossed her arms then smiled in a more good natured way.
Her green haired buddy stepped in her path, as if blocking her way to get any further.
Luka quickly picked up her body language and gave her a look of slight confusion.
"I'm. . . er, kinda busy right now. . . " Miku stuttered, fiddling with her fingers.
However, her friend saw right through her lousy white lie.
"With whom?" she smirked and gave a small chuckle, moving to enter the living room.
Her cheeks just grew more pink, her eyes flickering constantly; looking for an excuse.
"No. . . just. . . "
"Let me guess. . . " Luka laughed a little deeper, "Homework?"

Now she shoved her way past and into the lounge room; of course, she was not at all surprised by what she saw. A lanky blue haired fellow sprawled out on the couch, shirtless with a cup of ice-cream in hand.

"Morning Kaito, you're over early" she leant against the door frame with arms folded, and a furrowed brow.
"Oh. . ha" Kaito sat up and straightened himself up to look directly up to Luka. "Yeah. . . " he scratched the back of his head. "I guess you're right"
"Mhmm" her tone suggested she wasn't impressed, though she couldn't help but smirk slightly.
"What's going on?" he asked curiously, moving past the original conversation.
"Miku and I are going to the gym" she replied serenely, throwing a glance over her shoulder at Miku; red as ever.
"Oh c'mon; stop being a tomato and fetch your stuff, will you?" Luka nudged her in a playful manner and took her shoulders, directing her down the hallway.
Kaito rose to his feet now, leaning over the couch to retrieve a shirt and slipping it on with a nervous grin.
"Would I be able to tag along?" his tone seemed hopeful.
Luka shook her head and her smirk grew wider, "Girls day out, you know how it is"
"Uh, yeah; yeah of course" he hastily responded.
A few minutes later Miku re-entered the room looking more equip for the occassion.
"Alright. Let's go!" spoken in a cheery tone, Luka patted her friend on the shoulder and strolled on over to the door, barely giving a second glance to Kaito.
Miku shot a sheepish glance to him, followed by a much nastier one to Luka, who responded by poking her tongue out in a most childish manner.
'She knows she loves me'
"I'll call you later. . ." she muttered.
"Heh, have fun and work hard" Kaito gave a small wink in reply.
"Chop-chop!" Luka hurried them along, taking her friend by the shoulders again and forcing her out the door.
"Make sure she works for me, eh Luka?" he piped up.
"Sure thing" she replied with a grin as Miku now looked rather pissed off.

The walk to the gym was tense, though Luka wasn't going to let it sit like that for long.
"So. . . you and Kaito getting into it, or what?" her dialogue was casual and quite blunt really, clearly intent on riling Miku up.
"No. He came over early this morning to spend the day with me" she replied gruffly with her arms firmly crossed over her chest.
"I ruined it right?"
She gave no reply, though Luka easily deciphered her body language.
"Oh c'mon. You never make time for me anymore, it's sad. I was bound to barge through someday"
"Well. . . ! Today wasn't the right day!"
"We've been doing this every week for years and then you suddenly stop, I wasn't about to let you get away with it for the fourth time" Luka gave Miku another playful punch in the arm, but she still seemed gruff and swerved.
"Teenagers" she sighed, "So touchy" she then shot a sly glance to Miku, "Especially total divas like yourself"
"Hey!" she exclaimed, her bright eyes growing into narrow slits, "You sound like my mother" Unfortunately, none of Luka's friendly pokes seemed to be working today and her friend was only taking them the wrong way, digging herself into a bigger and bigger hole.
"You can't stay mad at me forever"
Again no reply from the frustrated diva.

"Fine. We'll stop by the cafe after, okay?" Luka knew that Miku understood which cafe she referred to, one of her favourite places to eat; and she would know since the two had been friends for years.
For a few brief moments, Miku seemed to attempt to stay upset with her friend, but, she apparently couldn't handle it. Her shoulders fell loose with a deep sigh and her arms clapped back down to her sides.
"Fine. . ." she grumbled.
"Hm? What was that?" Luka probed.
"Yes" her voice was still quiet.
"I can't hear you"
"Thank you Luka!" she exclaimed clearly.
"Much better" Luka smiled in an upbeat manner, and caught hints of a smile crossing her friend's lips as well; finally moving past the recent events of the morning.