Inspired by Nathanial Hawthorne's The Scarlet Letter, Megurine Luka wanted to write a drama romance novel with the main protagonist suffering from scandalous adultery and unbearable solitude.
It would have been a perfect day.
A magnificent day if she locked all her doors
A superb day if she changed her identity to Jane Doe.
And a super-sugoi-tastic day if he never existed in her life!
But no,
Life doesn't work that way for Miss Luka.
It won't work because of him.
"LUKA! I'M HOME!"
Wahhh...
Eyes rolled when she saw him skip to her.
Is he the sparkly fairy princess from the land of sugar and marshmallow poop?
"How are thee be-eth?" Gakupo dramatically asked and kneeled with one leg.
She groaned, "Go RP elsewhere."
"Nonsense, lovely lady friend!" he cried out. "I am to be-eth assist thee with thy work."
"No thanks."
Being the overly hyperactive, helpful fellow he was, he asked-no, pitifully groveled, "Can I help you, Luka-chan?"
"Just get me a decaf soy latte," she groaned, rubbing my temples from the building tension in her skull. That ought to hold him off.
"Anything for you, my love!" the purple-haired man chirped.
Gag...Luka warily thought as Gakupo dashed to his highlighter yellow poncho from the coat hanger. Since when did he bring that? "I'll be back in ten minutes!" She let out a sigh of relief once she heard the door slam shut. Finally, it's just my laptop and I in peace!
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Where the hell is my latte?
She waited
She gritted her teeth.
She snarled loudly out of frustration.
He should have been back with my steaming cup of decaf soy latte an hour ago! How hard is it to order a tall latte from Starbucks that's three blocks from here? It's not even rush hour! The pink-haired woman fumed.
She tapped her foot impatiently. Thanks to his lateness, I can't finish my blog without a hot drink and I am most certainly not moving to make myself boiled tap water. It's just gross. If he isn't here within twenty minutes, I'm hunting hisderrièredown...
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He's a dead man, she seethed between her teeth.
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Luka grumbled as she fumbled with the zipper of her hoodie. As soon as she got dressed, she opened the door to greet a gust of wind and water. I think I understand why it's taking so long, the pink-haired woman thought as she was getting cold feet. No-wait, it was from the rain seeping into her loafers.
Tightening the strings of her hoodie to enclose her small face, she forced herself to stride through the storm with hands shoved in her pockets. Squinting, Luka could see the simultaneous flashes of red and blue a few houses down. As she stomped to be near, she noticed more people crowding around something. She shoved a middle-aged man out of her way for he was taking up most of the scene with his palooka of a rump, but she gawked at the incoming sight (not at that hippopotonormous booty.)
His hands were folded over his still chest and he was still wearing that obscene raincoat of his. Those eyes of his were closed. She won't see his beautiful eyes that were shimmering amethyst – or azure? Okay forget his eye color for he's… in a better place now.
Nah, the paramedic informed to her that he was unconscious.
"What happened?" she asked over the howling of the wind.
"I can answer that," an unfamiliar woman claimed. "You know this man?" she pointed to Gakupo's body.
"Unfortunately, I do."
"I saw him walking down the street through my window. He was skipping and holding a latte, but then he tripped because of his untied shoe laces and spilled it."
A stress vein appeared on the side of her forehead. My latte!
"He looked pretty distressed while he was tying his shoes when he kneeled," she explained. "And that's when it hit him."
"What did?"
"Why the lightning, of course," she simply replied.
"He got electrocuted?" the pink-haired asked, aghast.
"No," she shook her head. "It struck a tree branch, which knocked him out."
Mentally, Luka sighed out of relief. "How long has he been out cold?"
"Oh I'd say about a good thirty minutes," the woman rubbed her chin. "Maybe forty, but he hasn't come to since I called them."
She turned my head to the light tap on her shoulder. "Miss, I don't see any visible injuries on him," the paramedic explained. "Would you like us to escort both of you back home?"
"Fine." What lazy emergency medical service.
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What made things worse was that they were home.
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"We leave for not even two hours to come back because of a plane delay and see a Vocaloid out cold that doesn't belong to our company?" Meiko ranted. Somebody's cranky and needs their afternoon alcohol drink…
"It's not my fault that he suddenly decides to make his way here," Luka defended.
The brunette rubbed her temples and said, "Look, there's already tension between Crypton and Internet Co. Ltd. How will I explain this to Gumi that Gakupo got knocked out while getting you a latte?"
"That's all you have to tell her because that's what exactly happened!" She growled and Luka must have been extremely loud for the purple-haired man woke up and was groaning in pain.
Miku was first to respond by hovering to his side to aid. "Gaku-nii, are you okay?" Miku asked, concerned.
"You're pretty cute," he simply said.
A blush was formed on the teal-haired girl's cheeks and shock slapped their faces. Did he just compliment Miku who is like a bazillion years his junior? Even Gakupo's older than me!
"You should lie down," Rin recommended and patted his shoulder.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you have gorgeous eyes?" he commented and looked seriously at the young blonde. He's turning into a pedophile!
Len was the first to act upon this by shouting, "Gakupo, are you really alright?"
"I'm okay I guess?" he looked puzzled. "Who's Gakupo?" For once Luka believed him.
"Wait, you don't know who you are?" Kaito inquired, raising a brow.
Gakupo shook his head. "Not a clue."
"You know who I am?" Meiko asked.
He nodded and winked, "You're Meiko." Then he pointed to the others. "You're Miku, Rin, Len, Kaito, and… I'm not really sure about you." Once she saw that frown on his face, she scowled. How dare he say that to my face!
"That's Luka," Meiko explained, slightly confused.
"Sounds like a dude's name."
Say what? The pink-haired woman curled her fists tightly.
"You don't know who she is?" Len poked Gakupo's head. "Have you gone bonkers, bro? She's all you ever talk about!"
"Really? I don't see anything special about her," he bluntly answered. How can you say that about my luscious pink locks? "She's not that pretty. Pink hair scares me."
YOU DISSED MY HAIR?
All the juniors gasped while Meiko and Kaito stared wide-eyed at Luka.
"Is there something wrong?" Gakupo asked innocently, snuggling close to Miku. She has aqua-colored hair and that's not scary for you?
"Oh… no," Meiko quickly covered. "Excuse us for a sec." She gestured all of the Vocaloids, except Gakupo to huddle up. Once together in a group, she whispered, "There's something really off about him."
"Yeah, how could he reject onee-chan?" Len asked, worried.
"And why is he hitting on us?" Rin pouted, still slightly blushing.
Get the damn road roller, Rin! Luka thought as she wrapped a strand of her hair with her finger anxiously.
"I have a hypothesis," Kaito announced. "I think he has amnesia."
"I understand if he forgets himself, but forgetting Luka as well?" Miku was just as confused.
"Amnesia is never specific on what to forget," the blue-haired man shrugged.
"Poor Gaku-nii," Miku whispered softly. "Poor Luka onee-chan." She looked at her with pity.
That was when Luka decided to step in. "He's clearing faking this."
"We don't know for sure and we can't send him back like this," Meiko stated as she frowned. "Since it was your fault he got into this, you're in charge of him."
"No way."
"Luka, you have to," Kaito beckoned. "Look at him, how could he forget you?"
"Maybe he isn't," she sharply implied.
"Just watch over him," Meiko sighed. "We'll be leaving again in a few more minutes."
"You're leaving again?" Luka gawked at the brunette.
"Hell yes, we are. We certainly do not want to be stuck around here when he doesn't improve." They all nodded in agreement.
She felt the heat rising to her face. "Mei-"
"Meiko-chan! I want a blanket. I'm so cold!" Gakupo whined. "Could you, Miku-chan and Rin-chan all huddle around me to keep me warm? You can join us too if you want?" He turned his head and gestured indifferently to Luka.
She glared daggers at him.
"What an intimidating look!" he feigned a shiver. "Such a stare belongs to a youba!"
Luka's eye twitched.
A stress vein the size of a yam twitched.
Did he just call her a hag?
Her knuckles turned white.
Meiko noticed this right away. "Okay, break it up, you two."
He looks so damn conceited and nonchalant when he isn't hitting on me. I loathe you, Kamui!
"Now I know we're all confused, but Luka is in charge of Gakupo until he recovers."
"I still refuse!"
"Luka, listen to me," Meiko's voice suddenly became stern. "He needs someone to stay with him. We can't just abandon him at his state. The company will get sued and all that we cherish will end because of lack of funding."
"You mean your sake?"
"Exactly, we will lose my sake, Miku's leeks, Kaito's ice cream, Len and Rin's favorite fruits, and of course you won't get your tuna."
My… TUNA?
"Fine," the pink-haired woman scoffed, turning her head the other way. No one gets between me and tuna…
"Then we'll catch you love birds later!" Meiko and the other Vocaloids somehow escaped with their baggage in less than ten seconds.
Gakupo whined, "Aww, why do Miku-chan and the others leave?" The way she said the teal-haired girl's name made Megurine Luka flinched.
"They're going on a cruise."
He pouted and asked, "Why didn't you go with them?"
"I have to finish my novel," Luka bluntly replied before she resumed typing her story.
"What can I do?" Gakupo sulked.
"Go read the entire Series of Unfortunate Events, watch Jersey Shore, take a cat nap, and don't bother me," Luka replied without taking her eyes from the screen. Just then the phone ringed and she picked it up. "Hello?"
"Where's Gakupo?" a female voice demanded. Typical, paranoid Gumi.
She lied, "I don't have a clue of what you're saying."
"Don't lie to me, Megurine-san," Gumi sighed. "I know that idiotic brother of mine is over there while serenading his heart out to you."
Well she's partially correct, Luka mused as Gakupo was playing with a strand of his hair. Then she said, "He probably got a flat tire or ran out of gas on his way here. I honestly haven't seen that purple pompous Pinocchio all day."
"You better be right about that," the skeptic green haired girl warned dangerously. "Or else your company will have more on their plate than what they expected." She heard the click of the phone being hanged up.
"Who was that on the phone?" Gakupo asked with somewhat of an amused tone in his voice.
As monotonous as she could be, Luka replied, "Your companion, Gumi."
"Is she... cute?" His query made her upper lip quiver. He continued, "If she is, I want to talk to her!"
"Hell no," Luka fumed before she tackled the startled purple-haired man and then tied him up like cattle with the myriad number of USB cables from her desk. She then threw him on the couch. "Gumi cannot know about your state. She'll sue us."
"Untie me now, Megurine-san!" he cried out. Her heart throbbed at the formality, but she remained stoic to his complaints and fusses. Taking a seat beside his tied body, she continued working diligently on her novel with Dir En Grey mesmerizing her ears through the headphones. The voice of Kyo shall seduce me to oblivion. Huzzuh for Saku!
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Thirty minutes later...
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Even though the ear splitting sound of growling and screaming emitted from her headphones blocked out Gakupo's petty pleas, Luka was still distracted by his shakes and turns. She groaned, "Would you quit fidgeting?"
"Well I'm capable of doing so, but I don't feel like it," he grunted and continued to writhe out his frustration, trying to escape from his binds. "You know, I don't know what I saw in you. I mean you're not pretty, I certainly don't want to be with you everyday, and most of all I don't like you at all." His words definitely stung her, but the pink-haired woman persisted with a poker face.
Despite the growing lump in her throat that she tried to swallow, she managed to spit out, "Screw you." Damn it...
He noticed this right away with an incredulous look on his face. "Hey, are you crying?" He sat up to observe her pain contorted face, but she glared at him with tears brimming around her eyes before giving the purple-haired man the silent treatment. However he was determined to keep asking her as she was ignoring him while typing her novel with cold eyes. He's gone. He's gone forever, I- I hate-!
Then he did something different. Gakupo inquired, "Can I help you, Luka-chan?" To his surprise, her lips crashed onto his. The force of her body knocked him to lie flat on his back. He was aware of Luka's longing as she deepened the kiss and he certainly wasn't oblivious to the tears running from her closed eyes.
Slowly he watched them open and flutter to large, wet ocean blue eyes, framed by dark, spider-like lashes. His cheeks flustered to the same shade as Luka's agitated and embarrassed face.
Astonished by her sheer beauty and fierce nature of her kiss, he only breathed out, "I didn't expect this to go so far." He touched the bruise forming on his lips.
She raised a brow to his vague answer.
"I never meant to hurt you, Luka-chan," Gakupo apologized with a sad, yet sincere smile. "I never did forget you nor would I ever want to."
The pink-haired woman's face remained unfazed by his words. Despite his arms being pinned above his head, he pecked her softly on the cheek. "I faked my amnesia because I wanted to see if you cared about me. I'm terribly sorry for tricking you.
"I'm also sorry for insulting and annoying you so many times and most of all, those things I said are true." He nodded when he heard her gasp.
"I don't think you're pretty because you are truly beautiful," he admitted sorrowfully. "And I don't want to stay by your side every day. I want to stay by your side forever."
To this, the pink-haired woman only cried and buried her head into his chest. He continued, "And finally, I don't like you because I-I love you, Megurine Luka."
"…"
"Luka, please say something." The purple-haired man begged.
"... So all of this was... a joke?" her small voice asked in a muffled tone.
He nodded his head regretfully and said, "Yes, do... you forgive me?" She looked up at him with her large, clear innocent eyes and kissed him passionately on the lips. The warmth of her cheeks spread to his face as he was invited by her feverish temperature. To this, Luka ravaged the inside of his mouth to taste the familiar tang of eggplant. Gakupo swore he felt her tugging smirk against his tongue intertwined with hers. Biting down the sensitive tip of his flesh, he let out a surprised yelp of pain as a speck of his blood touched her lips.
"L-Luka?" he stuttered when she withdrew from him and licked the vital crimson liquid. The pain of his punctured wound upon his tongue throbbed along with his pacing heart.
She flashed an irresistible, twisted smile that made Gakupo shudder. The pink-haired woman chuckled darkly, "Not yet, Gaku-kun."
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You will never know the way I feel.
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A/N - This anthology contains different situations that happen to involve Gakupo and Luka. Some are romance, drama, horror, suspense or any genre that I may experiment with. This collection will contain content from stories as extra bonus sides or even have content from fanfics from this site (with the author's permisson of course.) It will possibly contain basically ANYTHING so look forward to the randomness and never constant anthology of "Mauve."
Please review what do you think of the different ideas I present throughout here. Thank you.