AN: So, this is completely self-indulgent. And it's probably going to be twisted, Miku and Luka are not going to be nice in this. Like at all. I don't condone anything they do or are probably going to do in this fic. Also, even this first chapter has smut, be warned. This is definitely NOT a slow burn. (Also, the Diva I refer to is actually based off Cyber Diva the vocaloid – but Cyber Diva as a name sounds kinda dumb so I'll stick with plain Diva)

Uncharted Lands will be updated as and when I can, as I'm writing this fic for NaNoWriMo to get it out my head, lol. I might just write both and count both towards my wordcount, hehehe.

Please review if you liked this first chapter! The first song that Miku sings, Gossip, is a real song by OSTER Project! Go check it out! (the lyrics I used were ytminty's, which can be found on their deviantart or tumblr)

Chapter One

Life was unfair to those that wanted to live most. Luka had learned this over time, and now was a clear example of the mantra. Stepping out of her motorcar, the only one to be seen around here in a very long time, the door was held open by one of her bodyguards. She shrugged up her fur coat to ward off the crisp night air. There was no use in pretending to be someone she wasn't, not in this part of the city, so she had donned her full intimidating regalia. She had someone to impress, anyway. Why, Luka thought, they had chosen to make their base of operations here, a place strewn with rubbish and people of less than ill-repute, was beyond her. Though, she thought, the person she was about to meet fit the latter of that criteria quite well.

Surrounded by her boys, Luka stalked to the stairs that descended to her destination. The smell of alcohol was apparent even here, though Luka supposed she was glad, as it was most likely covering up other smells she didn't particularly want to know about. The steady thump of a jazz number filtered through the door, and she waited until one of her guards knocked on it.

A meshed window slid open, and a voice behind it muttered something. As soon as Luka's name was mentioned, however, the eyes behind the mesh widened, and the door was pulled open. Smoke whorled out of the gap, and Luka didn't bother to hold her breath as she went inside, the man on the door staring after her.

The stark clip of her heels was lost in the music. A chair was pulled out for her at a table near the front. A drink, a complimentary wine that she wouldn't bother to touch, was left near her hand.

The music was good, Luka would allow them that courtesy. Slow, moody, and just enough to keep the regulars entertained before the main attraction. It was coming to a close, however, and Luka knew the woman she'd been waiting for was about to arrive. Suddenly, the pace picked up, and the spotlight shone on the curtains behind the band. They were drawn open, and there she was, in all her resplendent glory.

Miku Hatsune, greeted by lascivious cheers, took over the entire stage with her presence. Dressed in a short, sparkling black dress that was covered by a sheer cardigan, her hair cascading down her sides in waves, she certainly looked the part of a singer. Her look was complete with a pair of stockings and high heels. The patrons knew what they were really here for, and it certainly wasn't just Miku's voice.

'Hello there, boys and girls,' Miku said. 'Welcome to Angel Eyes. You all know who I am.' She made a show of looking around until her gaze dragged over to Luka. Miku smiled, a shark's grin. 'But we've got someone new here today, so I'll be singing a song just for her.'

It seemed like everyone in the club looked at Luka in that moment, and she felt her hand twitch. Her security made it even clearer that she was not to be trifled with, however, and their eyes soon fell back on to Miku.

As soon as she began to sing, the audience was spellbound. Miku's voice, though it was high when she had spoken, was now sultry and full of depth. The song was high paced, full of vigour that kept Miku dancing around the stage. With a wave of her hands, however, the cardigan was flung off even though she hadn't made the motion of removing it, and it flew out into the crowd. Luka didn't bother to look back at the brief scuffle that was taking place to get it. If they wanted someone like Miku, they had to be prepared to pay.

'And I believed, this need we're indulging in, it's like a magic spell, a fairytale, maybe an old sin…'

Fortunately for Luka, her reputation alone allowed her to arrange a meeting. But sex wasn't what she had come for, oh no, Luka had much more important business than that..

Then the air around Miku shimmered, and suddenly the black number had disappeared in favour of something a whole lot more revealing.

'Don't wanna hear you say you love me, no, baby that ain't what I need…'

A corset, black, of course, that had no business being under such a tight dress, clung to Miku, highlighting her narrow waist, the curve of her thighs. It covered just enough to be appropriate. The crowd cheered on, and Miku wasn't even out of breath. The song turned into a slow number, the band knew what was coming. Luka resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the display.

That was until Miku decided her target would be Luka herself. Their eyes locked, Luka felt a flash of something electric in the air, and she put up a hand to let her security know to keep at bay. If this would make Miku happy, no matter how undignified it was, then so be it, it would make her more malleable to Luka's questions later on. Miku placed her microphone back on the stand, then sashayed down the steps towards Luka, the trails of her bow at her back floating behind her.

The music was slow, sensual, a pulsing heartbeat against the raucous cries of the crowd. Miku was still giving that predator's smirk. For now, Luka would let herself be the prey.

Miku would most certainly regret that in her last moments.

Trained thighs were soon either side of Luka's legs, Miku able to hold herself so that her perfume was invading all of Luka's senses without actually touching her. She began to sway, rolling her hips to the beat, and the music, the crowd, they were all drowned out.

'There you are,' Miku murmured. Luka damned her heartbeat that was speeding up at the almost-contact, her lips slightly apart. 'Miss Luka Megurine. I've wanted to meet you for a very, very long time. Such an interesting soul.'

'You're rather notorious yourself,' Luka said, and that grin widened ever so slightly.

'Of course. I would have my reputation at nothing less.'

How the hell Miku was managing to make something that was nothing more than a charged bump and grind into something seriously erotic was beyond her. Fuck, this meeting had better happen soon. Miku trailed a manicured nail down the side of Luka's cheek that felt like it was burning despite not having touched a drop of alcohol. Right now, Miku was the epitome of alluring, but Luka was determined not to fall into the trap she was laying.

As the song ended, Miku gave Luka's legs a little, almost unnoticeable squeeze before getting up and walking away. She didn't look back.

Two could play at that game, Luka thought grimly. And Luka would make sure that she was the winner.

The band picked up again, after Miku's little display, and the singer herself had disappeared off backstage. Now was the time to follow her, then. Luka clicked her fingers as she got up, and her security followed her through the side door that read "private entry." A corridor, bare and smelling slightly musty, greeted her, along with Miku's slim figure.

'In here,' she said, and went through one of the doors. Luka followed, and sat down at a polished dark wood table. This was Miku's private quarters, complete with a dressing table, bed, and a bar stocked with drinks the city never would've allowed in the light of day. But, then again, they never bothered looking here. The dark colour scheme should've made it feel claustrophobic, but it somehow managed to feel clandestine instead. Miku smiled at her, though it never reached her eyes. 'A drink?'

'That would be welcome, yes,' Luka said. Another wine was poured out, presumably better than the swill they'd gotten her at the bar. This was most likely from Miku's own collection if she were drinking it. Luka watched as the bottle was poured into two glasses, waiting until Miku took a sip before trying it herself. Miku's own security were lurking in the corners here, too, eyeing up her own.

'As I was saying,' Miku said. 'I've wanted to meet you for a long while now. But, circumstances as they are, I never thought I'd have the opportunity. A girl like me should consider herself lucky.'

'Of course, meeting someone such as yourself is beneficial,' Luka said, not rising to her mockery. 'I believe there are a great many things we could do for one another.'

'Absolutely, I understand you must have heard a great deal, if you arranged a meeting like this. I must admit, I'm a little embarrassed. You know how words can get twisted in the streets, especially in this city.'

'Oh, I'm sure plenty of the remarks I've heard are nothing close to the truth.' Miku smiled at that, an eyebrow raised. 'But, in regards to business, I believe this is best heard in private.'

Surprisingly, Miku agreed to her request. She really must have thought highly of herself to do something like that so easily, Luka thought, as Miku waved her arm nonchalantly. Luka did the same, and both their teams left the room.

'So,' Miku said, languidly swirling her drink. 'Why come to me to get information? I'm sure there are plenty of people who know what you're after.'

'If they know, they're either silenced or dead,' Luka said, without a trace of a smile. The only reason Miku was still alive was because Diva wanted her to be. They both knew that, but if Miku had arranged a meeting with Luka, then it meant Diva's hold on her wasn't that good, or Miku thought herself more powerful. If the latter was the case, well, Luka was going to show her just how stupid that thought could be.

Miku hummed. 'Suppose I actually help you. What's in it for me? I don't go giving out people's secrets to just anyone, you know. I choose my clientele very carefully.'

'I'm sure you do,' Luka said. 'And I'm also sure that there's nothing I could give you that you don't already have.'

'Oh, you know me so well. And here I thought I could actually be of use. Oh well, I–'

The gun was out in an instant, aimed right between Miku's eyes.

And then Miku laughed. Luka didn't say anything, just kept the gun trained there.

'So, are you going to finish that sentence?'

'I knew it,' Miku said, shaking off the remnants of her laughter. 'One of the most notorious criminals in Starlight city doesn't even have magic. No wonder you came to me for information.'

Luka raised an eyebrow. 'I don't need magic when I've got the gun. I believe a bullet between the eyes is far more effective.'

Suddenly, Miku was straddling Luka, though she hadn't taken a step, nor had Luka seen her move. Her hand squeezed Luka's wrist, hard, and she dropped the gun with a grimace.

'Are you so sure about that? I don't just use magic to undress, you know.'

Luka's breath felt hot and heavy, and her heart was stammering again. 'Then maybe there is something you can give me, after all.'

'And why would I do that?' Miku breathed. 'You already said there was nothing I could get in return.'

Luka rolled her hips – if she was going to take it this far, she might as well play along. Miku gave a small groan. 'What if I was lying?'

'Oh, well, I'm sure we could come to an agreement, then,' Miku said. Her nail traced down Luka's face, but her hand didn't stop there, caressing her neck before heading down to the ample curve of Luka's breasts. 'But first, I think we've got to pick up where we left off.'

'On this chair?' Luka said, wryly. She certainly wasn't going to say no, despite Miku's reputation, she had a beautiful woman straddling her, and she hadn't allowed herself this much fun with someone so powerful in a long, long time. Miku laughed.

'Well, if you want to be so conservative…' she said. Her legs tightened around Luka, and she had to supress a small, undignified whine at the heat. She couldn't supress the gasp, though, and Miku took that moment to swoop down and claim her lips.

It was a slow yet sloppy embrace, tongues licking into one another's mouths and tasting all they could find. Miku's hands were pushing against Luka's chest, Luka's hands gripping Miku's waist so hard that it was sure to leave bruises. Luka's coat was slipped off and tossed away carelessly on to the floor. If only for a night, Luka would claim this woman as hers. That was how it always was, and how it was going to be now.

With a growl, Luka pushed, and Miku obliged, breaking off their kiss with a trail of saliva and smeared lipstick. They both stood up, and Luka revelled in the fact that Miku had to lean up to meet her, even in her heels. Slipping her thigh in-between Miku's legs, she carried on with the intent of pushing Miku back towards the bed.

But Miku wouldn't allow that so easily, Luka found. Somehow, a woman so slight and small held the strength that bested even her.

'I'd rip your dress,' Miku panted, after they broke apart again. 'But that would be a little cruel, even for me.'

'Shut up,' Luka said eloquently, and fastened her mouth on to her neck. Miku ached out a long groan, and ground herself against Luka's thigh.

'Are we going to stand here all day?' she managed, and Luka smirked against her neck.

'So eager?' she mocked, but apparently, that was the last straw for Miku, who gripped Luka by the shoulders, spun her around, and pushed, until Luka was flat on her back on the bed's silken sheets. Well, that wasn't according to plan, Luka thought vaguely as Miku came down upon her and sucked on her bottom lip. She shuddered as Miku bit down, her small hands still holding her shoulders hostage, her nails biting into the skin. There wasn't any time to regain her thoughts, because Miku knew exactly what she was doing even if she didn't know Luka well enough to push all the right buttons at once. Not that anyone else did.

'So little time to enjoy each other,' Miku said, and with that, she gave a little wave of her hand and the corset disappeared.

'Fuck,' Luka breathed, taking in the sight. Of course, it had been so long since she had been with a woman, so she gave herself the right to stare. Miku, still straddling her, arched her back as she stretched, happy to show off her body to someone who would appreciate it fully. Luka's hands crept down her back to her backside, feeling it under her fingers.

'As much as I love the attention,' Miku said, 'I'd rather you get that dress off. Or I'll make it disappear,' she finished, waggling her fingers. Luka rocked her hips, and with an exaggerated groan, Miku got off and moved behind her. Pulling down the zip at the back, Miku let her hands trail down Luka's body until they reached the bottom of the dress, and pulled up, Luka lifting her arms to make it easier. With a naked body pressed against her back, Luka didn't much care for how dishevelled she looked at the moment of her reveal. Miku kissed the back of her neck and let her hands untie Luka's bra, immediately rolling Luka's nipples until they became erect with the long-awaited attention.

Luka's mind derailed from there, Miku's deft fingers travelling down to where Luka was aching for them to be. They gave a quick stroke, and, damn, that wasn't meant to feel that good, and–

'Look at you. So wet, so desperate.'

Luka couldn't even argue, had it really been that long? She bucked into Miku's hand with a gasp and Miku took that chance to thrust into her. Luka choked out a strangled moan, and Miku wouldn't stop, just kept roughly pushing her fingers in, out, skilled and calculating.

But just as Luka's abdomen was about to clench and grant her that oh-so-sweet release, Miku stopped.

'Miku – ah–' Luka gasped, but Miku put her fingers in Luka's mouth and she couldn't help but suck on them.

'You've not earned that right yet, baby,' Miku spoke quietly, her voice quiet and dangerous.

After a few short breaths, reality came back to Luka, enclosing in on her personal space like a thick fog. She blinked, and Miku's dress was back on.

Luka wanted to smack her. She wanted to get that gun and–

Her hands were clenched. With another blink, she was composed again.

'I'll play your game,' Luka said, a warning clear in her tone.

'Oh, I got what I wanted,' Miku said. 'I'm sure I'll be seeing you soon. Now, if you don't mind, I'm positive your boys will be waiting to take you home.'

Luka got up from the bed and dressed silently, before reaching the door. Just as she put her hand on the handle, she felt a tap on her shoulder.

'I'll give you what you want, Miss Megurine. But know that my services always come at a cost.'

'I'll keep that in mind,' Luka said, not rising to the bait. Damn her, but she was good at this. Luka had severely underestimated her. But, if she was offering magic, then how could she refuse? It would help her end Diva once and for all, and that was an opportunity she couldn't pass up. 'I trust that you know how to stay undercover.'

'But of course,' Miku said, and without turning back, Luka went out of the door.