A/N: Hallo there, it's Hina-chan. So this is something I've been writing right before I go to sleep each night. You know how inspiration always strikes in the most inconvenient of times? Yeah, I was sleep-deprived half the time I was writing this, so it's a bit... different than what I usually write. And it was supposed to be a oneshot, but evolved, of course ^^"
Anyways, I don't usually like having several ongoing stories at once, because I feel like I might abandon one of my others... don't worry! I'm definitely not giving up Chibi Luka!
Disclaimer: By now, you should all very well know that I don't own Vocaloid =.=
-Tsundere Cocktail-
Gakupo drifted lazily out of his dream, entirely perplexed. For some strange reason, there was a woman in his bed, curled on top of him. He'd gone to bed as usual that night, alone, but now there was definitely someone else.
It might've been his neighbor, Luka Megurine, whom he was desperately in love with, but… he wasn't so sure. It looked like her… felt like her… hell, even smelled like her… but why would Luka be in his bed? She's always found him irritating.
Gakupo's befuddled and sleepy brain attempted to process this strange development.
-Four Hours Earlier-
"Bartender, something to drink, please," requested the pink-haired woman, sliding tiredly onto a barstool. The venue she'd chosen to waste away her night in was situated in a quiet neighborhood, so there were only a few other patrons aside from herself. The tall brunette woman behind the counter asked what drink she wanted, and she shrugged. "Surprise me."
The bartender stared at her for a moment. "Okay, one lonely-and-sulking-yet-too-oblivious-to-acknowledge-the-one-who-loves-her cocktail coming up."
"Hey!" Luka protested. "I'm not lonely and sulking and oblivious!"
The brunette smiled and slid the drink down to the stubborn woman. "Who is he? Spill."
Luka sighed and took a sip of the drink. To her surprise, it actually helped clear her head a little. "Well… there might be someone. But it's not like it bothers me or anything–"
"Ooh," the bartender cooed. "I bet he's the doting type who leaves you flowers and writes you love notes."
Luka glanced at the woman suspiciously. "Are you a mind-reader or something?"
She laughed. "Of course; all the best bartenders are trained in mind-reading. I'm Meiko, by the way."
"Luka," the pinkette stated, sipping her drink again.
"So who is this mystery man? Coworker?"
"Neighbor," Luka said tiredly. "And it's super annoying, because he constantly leaves stuff at my door. I mean, what kind of guy leaves a woman eggplants?"
"Eggplants?" Meiko raised an eyebrow.
"Yes! Eggplants! And, of course, I have to do something with them, I can't just throw them away… so then he wanders in saying, 'Oh, is that eggplant I smell? Mmm, you're such a great cook, et cetera et cetera.'" Luka sipped her drink again.
"And?"
"So, of course I can't eat it all, so I invite him over for dinner and… why are you smiling at me like that?"
"You like him." Meiko grinned at the other woman, who glared back.
"Absolutely not."
"If you say it like that, it only confirms it," the brunette noted casually.
"Say it like what?" Luka continued glaring.
"So, is he cute?" Meiko swiftly changed the subject.
"Uh…" a slight blush reddened her cheeks at the unexpected question. "Uh, well… his hair's really weird, it's purple…"
"Yours is pink," Meiko retorted.
"His is almost longer than mine, though…" Luka frowned at her drink and took another sip.
"Wow, that's saying something," Meiko commented, glancing at Luka's waist-length hair. "Ooh, do you have a picture?"
"Eh, a cell-phone picture…" Luka said, pulling out her phone and clicking through it until she found the picture. "Here." She handed the phone to Meiko.
Meiko's eyes widened when she saw the picture. Sure, his long purple locks were somewhat strange, but with his deep blue eyes and gentle smile… "Good god! He's gorgeous!"
"He's not… that… much…" Luka trailed off, glancing away.
"Seriously, Luka, you're crazy. Why do you keep rejecting him?"
"Because!" Luka said exasperatedly. "He's so annoying and perverted and stalkerish and… and I don't want a boyfriend anyways!"
"Why not?" Meiko inquired, not fooled by Luka's rant.
"Because all they do is snatch you up, make you feel all special, play with you for a while, and then throw you away," she said bitterly.
The two women were silent for a moment, Luka staring at her hands around her drink and Meiko watching her, shocked by the sudden outburst. The pink-haired woman took a swig from the glass, finishing it off.
"It looks like this issue is more than just with this purple-haired fellow," Meiko said, handing Luka back her cell-phone and taking the empty glass.
"Another one of those sulky drinks," Luka said, motioning towards the bar without raising her eyes.
Meiko quickly made another drink and placed it in front of the quiet woman, then checked her watch. "Shift's over," she announced, walking around the bar to sit in the seat next to Luka. Another bartender appeared, and the brunette immediately demanded a beer.
"So," Meiko began. "Past boyfriends gave you hell?"
"You have no idea," Luka said, rolling her eyes and taking a drink.
"Oh, trust me, I've been there. I think some of them are even outta the hospital by now."
Luka glanced at the brunette suspiciously, and she laughed. "Kidding. I don't do long-term damage."
Luka sighed. "It's just not fair." She took another swig of her drink.
-One Hour Later-
"S-soo, the teddy bear I made for him… I *hic* I found it in mah best frien's room!" Luka sobbed.
"Ah man! Asshole!" Meiko shouted.
"How could 'e do that t' meh?" she continued dramatically.
"An' this eggplant guy? Whas' he ever done to ya?"
"Nuthin'!" Luka exclaimed. "He keeps helpin' me wis stuff an' bein' all smiley an' leavin' me cute lil' notes an'… an'… I LOVE HIM SO MU-U-UUCH!" Luka began bawling on Meiko's shoulder.
"Whas' wrong with that?" Meiko asked loudly.
"WHAT IF 'E LOVES 'IS EGGPLAN'S MORE THAN MEEE?"
"LUKA! YOU'S A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN! THIS GUY IS TOTALLY IN LOVE WIS' YOU!" Meiko shouted at the woman crying in her arms.
"AHAAHH, I DUN' WANNA BE SECON' TO A FRUIT! AAAH – crap, I'm gonna be sick…" Luka suddenly said, getting up and stumbling towards the bathroom. Meiko, only half as drunk and used to things like this, followed her into the ladies' room to help her.
Once that ordeal was over and Luka had cleaned out her mouth, Meiko held her up by the shoulders and looked her in the eye. "I'ma gonna help you home, okay? I'm gonna call a cab an' help you home, awrigh'?" Luka nodded tiredly, looking rather miserable.
They quickly found a cab. Luka recited her address. After a short ride home, Meiko helped her up to her floor.
"Uh, here…" Luka said, leaning towards one of the doors.
Fumbling with her house keys. Meiko took them impatiently. She quickly found the key that fit the door – the spare key Gakupo had given Luka "in case there's an emergency."
A mumbled thank-you, tripping over the flat floor, stumbling towards the bedroom. Half-asleep, stripping into her underwear. Climbing into the bed. Instinctively curling into the warmth of the man who was sleeping like a rock on the other side.
And that's how Gakupo found himself in his situation an hour later.
That is definitely Luka… Gakupo's mind deduced. What do I do?
"Uh, Luka?" he said, nudging her bare shoulder. His face turned a dozen different shades of red as her body shifted closer to his. Her face pressed against his shoulder, and her warm breath tickled his skin. Damn, he thought, I chose the wrong night to wear just boxers to bed…
"Luka, wake up," he said, squirming uncomfortably at touch of her skin. The woman groaned and lifted her head to look at the man.
Gakupo caught a faint whiff of alcohol. He looked into the woman's dazed and sleepy eyes. "Luka, are you drunk?"
She continued to stare at him, then finally muttered, "Why you so damn sexy? Is' not fair…"
Gakupo just stared at her in shock as she pulled his face to hers. Their lips met, her tongue flicked into his mouth, and Gakupo's mind went blank as he automatically responded to the kiss. Passionate, satisfying, tender – it was a shame she eventually pulled away.
"What was–" Gakupo whispered, breathless. The woman's only response was to curl up on his shoulder and fall back asleep.
Gakupo sighed and smiled exasperatedly. There's really nothing I can do about it, I guess, he thought, relaxing back into his bed. He wrapped his arms around the softly breathing woman. Dreamily, peacefully, he drifted back to sleep.
A/N: Next chapter goes up as soon as I type it~ (I actually wrote this on PAPER, le gasp!) You can probably guess what Luka assumes when she realizes she doesn't remember anything... *evil smirk*
