A/N : I wrote this in a "thank God finals are over" mood, and to apologize for not updating my other story Superficial Dreaming and Intoxication recently. I recommend checking it out, by the way, there will be Miku/Luka in it ;D

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Thank you to Seinakyou, as always, for being my super awesome and fantastic beta. Check out her stuff!

Finger Paints:

It's not so hard to remember, Mergurine Luka decided, when you're staring your memories straight in the face.

So maybe it was pointless to try and think about the correct answer to a question that eventually going to have been asked asked, but had still caught her off guard.

"Do you love me?" a certain girl of the name Hatsune Miku asks, tilting her head to the side and causing long, teal hair to brush against the cushions of the sofa she was sitting on. Big, blue-green eyes stare up at Luka with an innocent curiosity.

The older woman looks struck, undecided, and Miku gives a sweet, albeit forced laugh after a few moments of silence.

"It's okay," she assures the woman. But she glances at the floor, not being able to lie and look in Luka's eyes at the same time. "I understand." And then she looks up again, unsheathed tears shining against her smile that was getting harder and harder to keep up. She was so sensitive. Reacting to everything so harshly.

Then she explains, "I just want to be yours."

A single, mischievous kiss.

Maybe it wasn't so mischievous. Luka really had no way of knowing if Miku had planned it or not. But it was what brought their relationship past that of familial love and devotion.

Luka had just woken up, entering the living room while sleepily rubbing her eyes just as Miku, Rin, and Len had gotten home. They'd been out recording, Luka vaguely remembers hearing. Rin immediately dropped her jacket and her CD that she was supposed to be listening to on the floor and bolted up the stairs. Len sighed, picking up his sister's belongings and going into the kitchen.

Miku, however, had flopped down on the couch face first, her left arm and leg dangling off the side. She let out a groan. Luka stood off to the side, shifting from on foot to another.

She knew she lacked people skills—most called her cold. She'd never minded, except when her friends needed comforting.

So she knelt by the edge of the couch, stumbling and scraping her knees slightly against the carpet, and said, "Is something wrong?"

The tealette's head immediately perked up. "I'm just... confused, is all," she explained, setting her arms so that her cheeks rested in her palms.

"Alright, then." Luka began to rise, ready to leave.

"Hey, Luka?"

"Yes?" the pinkette replied, silently mourning that her escape plan had been ruined. She turned to face Miku.

The younger girl sat up, staring Luka straight in the eyes. She always did that. It made Luka feel uncomfortable. "The song me and Len and Rin are doing is about an angel, who's a girl, falls in love with a human woman, and then turns into a boy so they could be together. Why would the woman reject her at first, just because the angel's a girl? Do people really do that?"

Luka sighed, shifting so that she sat on the couch next to Miku, was still staring at her and waiting for an answer.

"Well," she started, "I-I guess some people do." Luka almost slapped herself. Why had she stuttered? "But, I mean, if two girls had feelings for each other, they shouldn't try to... change the way they feel. Shouldn't care what others think. They should just, um, go for it."

Let it be known that, before this moment, Luka had never even considered anything more of Miku than that of a friend. A very close friend, at length.

Miku nodded to herself, seeming to think this over. Luka took this as another opportunity to escape.

"Okay, so—mmf!" Whatever she had been about to say had been abruptly cut off.

By Miku's mouth. On her own.

She didn't think the though Hatsune Miku is kissing me clicked until the smaller girl had pulled away, smiling up at her in what Luka supposed most people would describe as sheepishly, but she more as teasingly.

"Like that, you mean?"

–

The normally cool woman hadn't said anything, only stared back at Miku with her mouth gaping. Miku felt a blush rise to her cheeks.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked self-consciously, smoothing her shirt, though there wasn't a wrinkle on it.

Luka was making a face at her, one of utter shock and something else Miku couldn't place. She wasn't sure if she liked it or not.

Miku had always admired the older woman, almost like that of a sibling. Recently, though, it had began to change. She found herself blushing when the pink-haired woman acknowledged her, and hoping that they'd be assigned a song together. Miku had been surprised that the woman so closed off from others when she had so much to offer. It had piqued her intrest.

She stared hard at Luka as her eyes began to dart around the room, as if she was going to lie to her. Biting her lip, she placed a small, pale hand over Luka's.

"It's just," Luka started, "I never, ever thought that I would feel like this, towards you.." She blushed, and Miku couldn't help but find it adorable.

–

It was as if God had played a trick on them.

They were almost completely opposites. Miku had many friends, was outgoing, talked to everyone, and was naïve and innocent to a point of almost being too childish. Luka, on the other hand, stuck to the other Vocaloids and didn't expand her horizons anymore than necessary; she acted twice her age and felt that she knew the world and all it had to offer already.

The only thing they really had in common was their choice of career.

That, and the fact they were both girls.

It'd be hard to be together. While many of the men they lived with acted more flamboyant than regular men, they were still, to everyone's knowledge, straight. Luka never liked to stand in the spotlight, but Miku was born to stick out.

Despite that, they still wanted to be together.

–

Being together had been strange at first.

Miku had moved into Luka's loft a week ago. It wasn't like any relationship Luka had ever had before. Matching pink toothbrushes lined up at the bathroom sink, sharing lip gloss in more ways than one... It was different. But she liked it.

Today was their one month anniversary. It had been one full month of secret kisses and caresses.

Their friends still didn't know, but Miku wanted to go out today and Luka was helpless to say anything else but, "Okay."

As they exited their room, Miku took Luka's hand and the pink-haired girl gave it a squeeze before they turned to walk down the hall.

They heard laughing, and suddenly Gakupo and Rin rounded the corner, the man giving the small girl a piggy back ride.

The two had their own abnormal relationship themselves. They acted like a couple, kissing and cuddling, even spending the night at each others homes. They made no effort to hide the fact from their friends, but rejected the notion that they were a couple. Maybe they were like Miku and Luka. Maybe they were just scared...

Luka still panicked, though. She quickly withdrew her hand away from Miku, putting it behind her back as their two friends passed without incident, not even stopping to say hello.

Miku smiled up at her sadly. "I guess there's no helping it," she said. Luka felt her heart twist in guilt. "I understand your feelings..."

This made Luka feel even worse. Miku was always so understanding. Always so supportive of Luka when she rejected the notion of coming out as a couple.

"And," Miku continued, "I guess that's why it makes it so painful."

With that, the teal-haired diva turned and went back into the loft, saying she didn't mind if they did not go somewhere public, as long as Luka was happy.

And this is what brought them to this point, with Miku questioning Luka on her honest feelings for her.

"I just want to be yours," she said again. "E-Even if that means our kisses traded here are secret. If we can never, ever tell anyone that we—that I love you, that's okay, as long as I'm still your number one girl."

Luka felt tears prick at her eyes. Their love—yes, love, she could admit it to herself, at the least—was beautiful.

So why were they crying?

"C'mon," Luka said, ignoring the crack in her voice. Miku looked up at her, teary-eyed. "I'll cook for you tonight. We can stay in."

The two journeyed into the kitchen and opened the fridge. All that was there was leeks and tuna, along with some soda. Luka sighed. They couldn't make anything with this!

Miku giggled, startling Luka. "W-Why are you laughing?" she asked, astounded.

"I'm just happy." Luka still seemed confused, and she continued, "Just because I'm with you."

–

It was just the two of them.

Together, they could make the best of the time they had. That's what they planned to do.

There was no need for a formal commitment. They could just continue to be the cutest couple the world will never know.

Someday, they could share their feelings with the world—the love they had for one another.

Yes, someday, indeed.

"Hey, Miku?" Luka said as they lay on the floor together, simply staring at the ceiling. A boring pastime, yes, but it was fine for them.

"Hm?" Miku answered back sleepily.

Luka smiled to herself, finding Miku's hand and bringing up to her lips, chastely kissing the inside of her wrist. She sighed. "Nothing."

Silence.

"Hey, Miku?"

"Yes, Luka?"

"...Love you."

A giggle sounded throughout the room. "You'll always be my number one."

A/N : If I get good reviews on this, I may continue, like, a look into their everyday lives and stuff.

R&R