The rain hit her head in a steady downpour, but she didn't care.

Her body ran cold with the rain cascading down her barely prepared body, but she didn't care,

Her boots were flooded and uncomfortable; tired with the weight she carried, but she didn't care.

The only thing that her mind was capable of worrying for was the woman she was carrying, trying to find a place to keep her dry. She knew the empty streets she ran on well, as her own house was a couple blocks down. Seeing a very familiar white house at the end of the street, she doubled her pace fast, kicking the door open once she reached it.

The house was empty. Of course, there were no people to fill it, as she lived alone. She gingerly placed the girl on her couch and looked at her. On the girl's side, a large, but shallow cut, bleeding slightly. On her head, a blunt wound, the blood from which staining her light blue bangs that covered her eyes. Everywhere else on her barely clothed body, as scratch or cut scathing her fair skin. The girl herself was passed out, lying limply on the couch with only her soft breaths indicating that she hadn't kicked the bucket. Sighing, the girl awake closed the door, making sure no fatal damage to the door was caused. With what happened to the girl on her couch, she wouldn't want the same thing, or person, finding her here. After locking the door and pulling down the curtains of the windows next to it, she took out the first aid kit in the closet and proceeded to tend to the younger girl's wounds.

As she lifted up the tank top, which was the only clothing she had on other than her undergarments, the older woman was taken aback to see the black and blue bruises covering her torso. "Alright, Luka, you can do this," the girl assured herself as she cleaned each wound she saw and bandaged it with efficiency. Checking her work, Luka slowly picked up the body and brought the girl up the flight of stairs, which led to a nearly empty white hallway, aside from the also white doors that led to other rooms. Luka made her way to the door at the end of the hallway, supporting the weight she held on one arm and using the hand connected to the arm to open the door.

She walked into the decently sized room. The room was painted a silver-like gray, and adorning the walls were a few shelves stocked with books. On the wall farthest from the door, there was a desk with a desktop on it, a window right in front of the cluttered desk. A queen sized bed was next to the door, about half a feet away from it. On that bed, Luka laid the girl down, and sat on the foot of the bed. She watched as the girl's chest rose and fell in sync with her light breathing, and wondered what, or who, could have done this to girl her size. Actually, now that she thought about it, this girl on her bed couldn't be more than three years younger than Luka. Her height was only a head shorter, anyway. Even so, it still didn't answer the question as to why she was in an alley, all beat up and dressed like that, unconscious.

There's no use thinking about it now, Luka thought as she left the room, closing the door behind her

~Time Skip~

"Agh…" a slight groan sounded out. The girl slowly sat herself up, immediately feeling sharp pain throughout her body. Hissing in pain, she grasped at her side, where the pain was felt most. Taking a moment to grasp her surroundings, she realized she didn't recognize this place. She nearly panicked, but a second look around the room convinced her otherwise. The window's pink curtains were tied neatly with a black ribbon, letting the suns warm rays illuminate the room further. She was on a soft bed with purple and pink sheets, and from the looks of it, she was tucked in with a blanket. The bed was very warm and soothing, but she couldn't stay in it all day. Uncovering herself from the blanket, the girl stood from the bed. She realized that her wounds were bandaged.

She made her way down the stairs to see a slightly older woman drinking out of a plain white coffee mug, a red book in her other hand. She seemed to have noticed the girl's presence, as she immediately put down the items and rushed over to the tealette, checking all over her.

"Are you alright? Does anything hurt? Are the bandages too tight?" were just some of the many questions the older woman asked her as she checked the younger.

The tealette sort of backed away, her demeanor suddenly timid and horrified. There were tears ready to spill as she backed away from the sakura-colored haired girl. The said girl put her hand to her chin. She reached out slowly to the tealette, a warmer smile now on her face, "It's ok, I'm here to help," she said as she slowly inched closer. Hesitantly, the younger woman took hold of the other's hand, and she went in for a tight hug, which surprised the older one.

The tears started falling as Luka comforted her, stroking the younger woman's hair and whispering comforting words to her. Eventually, after she calmed down, they sat over a small breakfast of toast and eggs, "Who...who did this to you?" Luka asked as she sat down on the seat opposite of her guest and watched her body stiffen. Luka took back the question, "Ok, you don't have to answer that, I'm sorry," she said, "What is your name then?"

"Miku…Hatsune Miku…" came the timid reply. It pained Luka to see the quivering face, to hear that timid voice, from such a pretty face, but before she could comfort, or say anything else, a knock on the front door caught both of their attention. "Stay right here…" Luka said as she stood from her chair and made her way to the door.

Luka peeped through the peep hole. In front of the door was a tall man with blue hair and a matching blue scarf. Who is this? Luka though as she opened the door.

"May I help you?" Luka asked with a polite tone. The taller man smiled, reaching into his white coat's pocket. He pulled out a crinkled photo of a girl who looked quite similar to Miku, only her hair was styled in twin tails. "Have you seen this girl? She is my daughter and I haven't been able to find her for a few days," He said calmly. Luka tilted her head slightly. If this was Miku's father, and he hasn't seen her in a week, why does he seem so calm? Luka looked slightly to the left, where a mirror was hung beside the door, showing a reflection of the dining table in the kitchen, where they were eating. Miku was nowhere to be seen.

"Uh, no, I haven't. Sorry," Luka replied. The man nodded, before taking out another piece of paper from his pocket. This time, it had a phone number on it. "If you do happen to find her, please call this number," he said before leaving. Scratching her head, Luka closed the door and went back to the kitchen, where she was met with Miku cowering in the corner.

"Miku…!" Luka held her hand out, but Miku flinched and shrunk further into the corner. "It's okay. He isn't here anymore," Luka reassured Miku. It was then that Miku left the corner and jumped into Luka's arms again. "Can you tell me why you are scared of him?" Luka asked her quietly.

No response.

"It's okay then. How about I lend you something that covers you more?" Luka suggested.

Miku looked at what she was actually wearing. It was still nothing but a tank top and her underwear.

Miku looked away, "Yes…please,"

A/N: What in the fuck did I just start writing? I only wanted a one shot, not a multichaptered story! I already have one that needs to be updated (actually, all of them need to be,) so why am I adding to my workload? Whatever, I had fun (?) writing this, so look forward to it? Also, wow it didn't take long for me to write negitoro…