Author: Gah, I have been procrastinating and not writing much, but I had a sudden urge to write a story like this. So there.
Disclaimer: I own nothing here!
Colours
"Miku." I froze after hearing my favourite name being uttered. "What are you doing there, loitering around the entrance? Go in."
I Held my breath, and tried to focus on the painting in front of me.
"Luka, look who's here!" I automatically spun around, unable to contain my excitement and nervousness.
"Why, if it isn't Ha- Miku." She hated formalities, didn't she? "Hi." I bit my lip, anticipating her response.
"Do I know her?" These words whispered so quietly dug painfully into my heart, and I bit my lip in an effort to keep my tears at bay. She came into my life so suddenly, like a tornado, then ripped my apart and put me down like nothing had ever happened.
"…" Meiko looked at me and offered a sympathetic smile. That was all she ever did now. It was hard for her to be more cheerful. I could see Rin and Len hiding at the door, taking a peek at the situation.
"Oh, I suppose I am supposed to huh, Meiko?" Miku looked down, and I could sense her disappointment. It was strangely stronger than my own. She looked up and smiled at me, but I found myself unable to reciprocate the action.
"Uh, I'll just leave the both of you here, I'll be back in an hour or so." Meiko excused herself and shooed the twins as she left.
"Well then, I suppose you know me. And you are?" I blinked back tears, my nose already stinging, as I was still unable to accept the fact. I knew she had forgotten. After the accident which killed Kaito and left Miku in a coma for a year and half, she had forgotten everything. Her career, the Vocaloids, everyone. She gradually recovered and remembered who she was. She remembered Rin, Len, Miki, Gakupo, Gumi, Lily, Meiko, Piko, but not me. She never … she never remembered me.
"Ah, I'm-" I swallowed my fears, sorrow, and tears. "I'm Megurine Luka."
Author: that's part one, part two's next! I decided not to make this a one-shot, so I split it up.