A/N: Hey Hey, I'm back with another story... I'll try to update this at least once every two weeks, but no guarantees...

Hope you enjoy!

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Miku couldn't think.

Her mind was foggy, her vision a haze; she didn't know what she was doing half the time. One moment she was drinking more, the next swept away to dance, and the next singing on a table in front of everybody. She didn't care; she was home, a party for Crypton's Vocaloids; nobody was going to judge her.

That's when the pink-haired Megurine Luka came onto the table next to her, singing along with the lyrics, harmonizing. Miku didn't know Luka knew the lyrics, nor did she care. All that mattered was the moment.

With everyone cheering at their finish, Luka grabbed her hand. Her face was flushed, obviously intoxicated, just like Miku. Luka dragged her away, out of the party, outside, to where it was quiet. Despite the lack of noise they still couldn't hear their inhibitions telling them to stop, screaming at them to stop. All that controlled them right now was instinct, instinct and instincts alone.

Neither of them cared it was taboo, or that it was easy to see them, or someone could walk by, snap a picture, and their careers would be ruined. They didn't know what they were doing; they couldn't focus. All they knew was that it felt good, and that's all that mattered.

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Miku groaned, stretching in her bed. Her phone buzzing was what had woken her up, and she very much wanted to go back to sleep: it was 7 AM, after all. So she grabbed her phone and answered the call to get it over with.

"Hello?" She croaked out, surprised at how her voice sounded. Then a pounding headache kicked in, and then a wave of nausea flew over her. She almost ran to the bathroom except for the fact she didn't want to move.

"Hello." Miku recognized the voice as her manager's, Kaito. Oh crap. She had work today.

"I'm sorry," she interrupted whatever he was going to say. "I'm late, aren't-"

"I don't think you should come to work today," Kaito-san cut off with a strangely calm tone. "I don't think you should be seen in public today. Plus, you need to take it easy."

"Huh...? What do you mean?"

"...I think you should see for yourself. I'll send you a link. Rest up, Hatsune-san."

"Wait-"

Kaito-san hung up. Miku stared at her phone in confusion; what the hell did he mean by that?

Wait a second; the memories were coming back to her. There was a party last night for the Vocaloids, she was drinking, then singing, then... nothing. She couldn't remember.

That explained her terrible hangover. Another wave of nausea flowed over her, and she was forced to run to the bathroom. Taking her phone with her in case Kaito-san texted her the "link" while she was in there, she rushed out of bed, almost falling over from dizziness.

She stumbled around a bit until she found her bathroom, not remembering the layout of her house. She blamed that on the hangover, but when she walked into the bathroom and didn't recognize it at all, she knew something was up. But she ignored it; on last powerful wave of nausea pushed her over the edge, and she rushed to the toilet, vomiting up the contents of her empty stomach.

She felt even more exhausted after that, but somehow she got up and flushed the toilet. She glanced around the bathroom; it was definitely not her's. Then who's was it?

Her phone buzzed in her hand. She saw the text she was expecting from Kaito-san, stating simply "here's the link" and a URL following it. She opened her phone and clicked it, seeing immediately it was for a magazine. She stared shocked at its contents.

Hatsune Miku and Megurine Luka Seen Leaving Party Together! Forbidden Relationship?

The pop idols Hatsune Miku and Megurine Luka were seen late last night leaving a party, and walking into Luka's house. Is there...

Miku stopped reading there, accidentally dropping her phone. She crumpled to the ground. So she was at Megurine-san's house?

She looked in a mirror, only to see herself naked. She gasped. No way... there was no way...

What had they done last night?

"You're up."

Miku turned around. There was Megurine Luka, dressed in a nightgown. Had she worn that all night, or had put them on recently?

"Y-Yeah, I... I got sick," Miku admitted. She stared at the pink-haired woman awkwardly, wondering if she knew what was going on. "Do you, um, remember what... what happened? Last night?"

"No. Not at all." Thank God she didn't remember either. So both of them were under alcohol's influence. "But you might... want to put something on."

Miku covered her body up, realizing again she was butt naked. "Um, w-well, can you give me something, t-then? Please!?"

"Of course." Megurine-san giggled, walking out of the room. She came back in a minute with jeans and an oversized t-shirt. "I know it's a little big but it's better than nothing, huh?"

"Th-Thank you," Miku stuttered, closing the bathroom door. She quickly put on the clothes, still shaking half because of the hangover and half because of embarrassment.

She still couldn't believe what had probably happened.

She took a few deep breaths in, and then forced herself to walk out of the bathroom and not sit there in shame. She saw Megurine-san on the bed, looking at her phone.

"...So you got the text?" Miku asked. Megurine-san nodded.

"I still don't remember what happened last night," she replied, putting the back of her hand to her forehead. "It's all a haze..."

"Same here." Miku sat down on the bed, staring at the floor. "I guess it's okay for now, but we can't say that to anyone. Or anything about this mess to anyone."

"You're starting to sound like our manager." Megurine-san giggled.

"Very funny." But despite her words, Miku laughed a bit. "I'm still... confused."

"I know. I am too."

"I wonder if I'll ever be able to go out in public again... Will I be shamed when I come back? Will I-"

"People need to understand these things happen sometimes." Megurine-san cut her off. "I know we're idols and all, but we can't be expected to not live our lives and be perfect all the time.

"Nevertheless, you should stay here today. I think it's too soon to go anywhere, and it's especially risky if you were seen leaving my house."

"I know..." Miku sighed. "I just wish things were less complicated."

"You and me both."

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Miku stayed there for the day, mostly sitting downstairs on Megurine-san's couch and trying not to bother her. After their conversation, it was getting awkward. Very awkward.

Both of them couldn't remember what had happened last night, but they could very well infer what had. Them being in the same bed, waking up naked... It was all too obvious. So they mostly avoided each other once they came to their senses.

Every time they did come across each other, though, the silence threatened to choke Miku.

And now that Miku could think clearer, she couldn't think of how that could happen. Sure, they were drunk, but... her and Megurine-san? They were both girls, and even if she wasn't close-minded or homophobic, it did seem strange that of all people, it was the pink-haired woman. And she hated the idea that even though they barely knew each other, they had already, well...

"Hatsune-san?" Miku looked up. It was Megurine-san talking to her.

"Yes?" Those were the first words they had spoken to each other in hours.

"Do you want dinner? I could make it for you."

"N-No, I don't want to freeload..." Miku looked back down at the ground in embarrassment. She could feel her face burn; she was still unbearably awkward talking to her after thinking about what could've happened.

"You're not freeloading: you were forced to stay here because of the circumstances. So I'll make dinner for you. What do you want?"

Miku was about to protest, but she couldn't think of anything that didn't sound awkward or harsh. "W-Whatever's easiest to make."

"Alright. I'll call you when it's ready, okay?" Miku nodded. The pinkette walked out of the room, and Miku let out a breath she'd been holding.

Honestly, it was hard to breathe near Megurine-san because of what had happened. She couldn't think of how a nice woman like her could've ended up in a situation like this. She knew that it wasn't impossible for herself, since she could be reckless at times, hence her getting drunk, but now that she thought about it...

Megurine-san hadn't seemed like she had gotten drunk this morning. She was probably imagining things, though, since she had a massive hangover, and couldn't think straight. Maybe she just didn't have as severe side-effects as herself. And the last Miku remembered, they were both very drunk at the party.

There was no way Megurine-san had taken advantage of her.

Right?

She hit herself in the head. No. She shouldn't be thinking bad of other people like this when she didn't know them. Megurine-san had probably had some side-effects after she had headed downstairs. Megurine-san seemed like a person that wanted to be nice, and not someone who would throw up in front of someone because of a hangover.

If she ever wanted to get over this, she couldn't go around thinking bad things of her. They both couldn't remember anything. She couldn't judge.

"Dinner's done," Megurine-san called from the kitchen. How long had it been? Miku was super out of it.

"Thank you," Miku said, walking into the dining room. She realized why she had just been sitting on the couch all day; it still made her ache and feel nauseous walking. "You didn't have to..."

"Even if you feel like you're going to throw up, you still need something in you," Megurine-san responded. "Ramen's not hard to make, anyways."

Miku sat down, initiating the awkward silence they had gone through the whole day. She stared at her food instead, nothing talking; she would rather endure the quietness than talk about whatever had happened last night.

"So..." Megurine-san trailed off. "I... I'm sorry about what happened. I know it's very awkward for you to think... Well..."

"I-It's okay." Miku still didn't look up from her food. "I-I... I don't know what to think, but I know it's not just your fault. It's still... I... It was my first time. I can't believe I did... whatever I did..."

"I know..." Megurine-san looked at the ground. "It's probably worse that it was with me, huh?"

"What?" Miku felt herself jump inside. Did she make her upset? "N-No, you're not a bad person, I just barely know you and... I... I don't want to seem homophobic but... it's kinda weird that... it was with a girl..."

"I get it. I won't hold it against you. It must be unsettling, after all." Megurine-san looked up; thank goodness she didn't seem to hate her.

"Thanks for understanding, Megurine-san... I sounded like a jerk."

"It's okay. It's just feelings. And please just call me Luka. After this incident, I have a feeling we'll see a lot more of each other."

"I guess you can call me Miku then. And I'm truly sorry about the incident." And though Miku would like to add on 'I feel like there's some reason this happened and it can't be only because we were drunk', she couldn't say that. It would likely make the older woman apprehensive of her, especially since this was only the day after. "I just don't get how it happened."

"Some things just happen, and they're out of your control, Miku-san. We can't go on blaming ourselves." Luka-san now looked her straight in the eye. Miku met them, for once noticing her face; she'd been avoiding it all day. She could now see the tiredness in Luka-san's eyes, definitely showing she had in fact been drunk, but somehow, found no hint of malice. She felt even worse for thinking that just maybe Luka-san had taken advantage of her. "For now, I think we have to build a friendship, even if it might be awkward now."

"Yeah." Miku nodded. "We have to put the past behind us. It's easier since we don't remember, right?"

Luka-san giggled. "For us, yes. For the public, no. But if we can get over this, the public will have to get over it too."

"That's true... We should do something as quickly as possible so no more rumors start spreading... But what..." Miku trailed off, staring off into space. Then realization hit her. "We could make a song!"

Luka-san smiled, and Miku took that as a good sign. "We'll tell Kaito-san tomorrow to make sure it's okay. Then we could start writing it."

"I hope the public accepts this."

"I'm sure they will. And if they don't, there's nothing they can do about it."