She didn't have a reason to care for anything. Nothing in the world was important to her. She didn't care about anything. It would all end one day, anyway, so what's the point of trying so hard?

All there was was an expanse of never-ending darkness, stretching on until the end of time and space. She didn't care for the light anyways, after all, what caused shadows? Light did. Nothing was right or wrong. It all blended into a smear of grey.

She didn't communicate with anyone. There wasn't a need to. She didn't participate in class. There wasn't a need to. She didn't want to continue living. There wasn't a need to.

So many times she had tried ending everything. All failed. There was nothing left. Nothing. That was, until an unfathomable light came her way, causing more dancing shadows to come across her. It made things so much worse, but so much more bearable. It gave her a reason to continue and to keep on going. She didn't like it. She didn't like having a reason to keep on going with her pathetic existence. It all started with one thing. It all started with just a mere encounter. Just a mere glimpse. If she could have predicted what would've happened, she would've never come to school that day.

Miku had her head against the table. She sat on the front, just so her teacher could mock her, she guessed. She wondered when the day of her release would come. When everything would end. When there were no more shadows dancing and prancing, taunting her, like the ghosts of her past. She hardly even paid attention to the teacher's voice. Apparently there was a new student. It didn't concern Miku in the least so she didn't care to listen. Oh how wrong she was about it not concerning her.

The teacher looked around. All seats were taken up. Besides the one by that Hatsune and he certainly didn't want to put this girl next to Hatsune. Everyone, in their desperation to avoid Hatsune had sat everywhere but next to her.

"Sir, there's an open seat beside her," the transferee said, while pointing at Miku. He resisted the urge to shake his head and order another seat to be brought in, but he opted for a sigh, and a reluctant nod.

Miku frowned. "There's an open seat beside her", the only open seat beside a girl was her. Which meant some stupid new girl would sit by her, trying to create some stupid meaningless conversation she wouldn't care about. This would be an annoying year.

So the transferee went and sat down next to the tealette. Miku for once cared enough to lift her head and spare a glance to the girl. But once she did, she wouldn't look away. A goddess sat beside this ugly little goblin. The goddess had luscious pink hair, without a single knot or stray strand, she had the most beautiful pools of cerulean for pupils, long pink eyelashes fluttering here and there, and her perfect, plump, pink lips held a genuine smile, as if she were happy to see such a miserable, pathetic, and ugly excuse of a human like herself.

"Hi. My name is Megurine Luka. Nice to meet you." Luka said with another smile, holding out her hand, apparently to shake it with such a filthy creature. Miku stared at the hand for a while. She then extended her own hand and said, "Hatsune Miku."

They shook hands. Miku had never felt something as soft as the hands in her own. All the students in the class gasped and started murmuring; even the teacher looked surprised, albeit disgusted. Who would have the nerve to touch Hatsune? Well, she was a new student, so she had to be warned before she got too friendly with her.

Luka looked around at the looks the students and teacher gave them. She was thoroughly confused.

"Remember to wash your hands after! You don't want to become infected with whatever Hatsune has!" a voice warned from the back. Everyone snickered, and even the teacher gave an amused chuckle. Miku lowered her head.

Of course, Miku was used to this. She was used to being called names and such. It didn't matter, though. She would be gone one day and never have to look at any of their faces again. She wouldn't have to see anyone's face.

Her ears perked up when an angry-looking Luka stood up and glared at everyone in the room. "How could you say something about a peer?! It's so unfair! What did this girl to do to deserve so much hate?" She yelled, indignant, and her focus went to the teacher, "And you! Aren't you supposed to stop this kind of behavior?! Instead you laughed along!"

It looked like steam would start to trail out Luka's ears, like they did in cartoons whenever someone was very angry or annoyed. Everyone shifted uncomfortably as Luka sat back down from her outburst, still looking annoyed.

"Hey, are you okay..?" Luka's gentle voice filled Miku's ears, a voice spoken so gently and with concern, a tone never directed towards her.

Miku shrugged, looking away and felt warmth in her cheeks. No one had cared about her, ever. Not her parents, not her teachers, and she didn't have friends that would care.

They stayed silent and kept their focus on the teacher for the rest of the class. Or at least Luka did. Miku was too busy keeping her head on the desk and stealing glances at Luka every now and then.

Luka, the beautiful goddess, who sat by her, and defended her, and even cared about her. Miku, the ugly, pathetic fool, as she saw herself, now had a reason to look forward to school. Possibly even life.

Miku inwardly sighed. She wasn't happy about it. She hoped this was just a façade and would blow over soon, and Luka would ask in desperation to get her seat changed, away from Miku, and treat her like everyone else, just so Miku didn't have a reason for anything in life.

Unfortunately for Miku, this wasn't the case.


A/N; Hey guys! This is my first Vocaloid and NegiToro story! This is also my first Hurt/Comfort and Angsty-ish story... I usually do the fluffy humorous type. And the only angst in it is the "Oh fuck, she's gonna reject me." So... I'm not used to this genre... I hope I did okay for my first try at something new? :D Eventually I'll start adding fluff because I cannot live without some fluff... But after all the depressing shit. :p Um... This is T for now, swearing'll come soon enough, if I haven't already(?), and there might be self-harm(?), and self-hate. So much self-hate... It could become M if you guys want some NegiToro smut? ;D Oh Glob, I'm gonna fail at that... I'll be all "/)/(\" (while)/(if) I write it. xD

I'm not sure what inspired this..? I just kinda thought "Oh my Glob, depressed/sui sui Miku gets saved by new transferee Luka?! Yes!" But it won't be all happiness... xD I just imagine Miku about to cut herself and Luka walks in on her, and is just like, "Nigga, da fuq you doin? Tryna kill yoself? Don't be stupid, hun." And Miku just hisses and waves her razor around at Luka and says, "GTFO, or I'll cut up your fucking ass." (Kinky~. LOL. More like sadistic or masochistic. xD)

Some parts of this story might seem a bit like Magnet or World's End Dancehall. Both great songs. I recommend. World's End Dancehall because, it's lyrics seem kinda suicidal, in my view. I also think it's about bullying. Miku hate in this... I love Miku, don't get me wrong, but, everyone else (Except Luka because they should get married and have babies already.) hates her. I'll explain why in further chapters. ;p Um... I think that's all. If you like this, Favorite, Follow, Review. PM me if you want to know more or have any questions, or just Review and I'll get to that as soon as I can. If you have any suggestions/critique, it's all welcome! Even hate! :D I like flames. Oh! Also, if I don't update for more then a few weeks (3) then literally PM or Review "Get your stupid lazy ass to work on the NegiToro!" and I'll get to it. ;p I won't get offended; I'd actually be very glad, in fact. My goal is to write AT LEAST 3k words per chap. This chap will for sure be the shortest, unless I do a small little catch-up chapter or something. Eh. Peace out, yo!