I whistled a catchy tune as I twirled my car keys continuously around my finger, I had just finished my part time job and was about to go back to my dorm back in Vox High. I stopped on my tracks however, when I saw a hunched figure swaying side to side across me right beside my neon blue beetle car. I squinted my eyes to make out the person through the darkness with the help of the dim light from the lamp post nearby and saw that it was a girl, a pink haired girl wearing disheveled clothes looking absolutely wasted.

I unconsciously took a few steps forward, openly gawking at the girl in front of me.

"Wait," my eyes were already turned into slits at this point, "No way."

I widened my eyes in recognition, there barely standing, in all her.. misery was the very person I admired in school.

"Megurine Luka?" I felt my jaw go slack, never have I seen her so drunk, vulnerable. I shook my head, I should go help her, I wouldn't want to leave her alone in the streets this late at night in that state, someone would definitely take advantage of her since she looked so.. ravishing right now.

I pinched my arm, go away Gutter.

I quickly walked over to Luka when I saw her practically start to crawl on the gravel pavement, "There, there," I kneeled beside her and helped her up, I got taken a back however, when I saw her face. Her eyes were bloodshot, her lips were quivering, she looked horrible. Definitely different from the usual stoic look on her gentle face that I saw everytime we crossed paths.

Somehow, I started feeling angry at whatever caused her pain to stain tears on such a beautiful face.

"You," she murmured as her clouded cerulean eyes gazed into mine. Soon her hands found its way onto my slowly reddening cheeks, my body rigid throughout the whole thing, my earlier anger completely forgotten, "What a beautiful person."

My heart pooped.

Suddenly she pulled my face towards her and found myself being kissed, by Megurine Luka of all people.

I think my heart just had an explosive diarrhea.

Oh my god I can't even.

It all happened so fast, my heart was thumping against my chest, I was utterly lost. It felt wrong on so many levels, yet so right. Her lips were soft as a mallow, her taste bittersweet from her tears and her natural scent of cherry blossoms. The smell of alcohol was not lost from me and also the fact that this was my first kiss, but it didn't matter as my mind slowly went blank. I was about to succumb until she abruptly let go and started making noises.

Dread.

That was what I felt as I watched her clutch on my sleeves in complete astonishment.

Until she threw up on my light blue sweater.

"Oh my god," another voice made itself known, but I was too shell shocked to even look at her.

"Oh my god," she repeated.

I looked at her with an unreadable look on my face.

The equally dumbfounded girl, who adorned fiery hair with a huge ahoge on top was about to say something until Luka lost consciousness in front of me causing me to catch her in instinct, the previous contents of her stomach smudging her hair and the side of her face, it stuck to my front too.

I closed my eyes and tried not to think about it, "We.. We need to get her out of here."

"Y- Yeah," I heard her walk over and hold Luka's other arm. Her face was a mixture of worry and discomfort, probably because of the smell that was starting to mix with the gentle breeze, honestly, so was I.

"You don't have to, just.. here," I gave her my car keys, a wry look on my face, "Open the car, I'll get her inside."

She simply nodded and pushed a button to unlock the car, then held the door at the back for me afterwards. I gave her a nod of thanks and took a deep breath—which I immediately regretted since I got a lungful of vomit smell—I heaved Luka up bridal style and led her inside. I looked at the cover of the chairs for a while, until I pursed my lips and laid her there.

To hell with it, her safety was more important here.

"Hmn," the girl stared beside me while I just tilted my head at her, she shook her head coyly, "You're just.. stronger than you appear to be."

"I get that a lot," I closed the door and looked at her weary crimson gaze, "You're with her, right?"

"Yeah, I'm Miki by the way," she held out a hand which I gave a deliberate look.

"You wouldn't really want to get your hands dirty," I said with a scratch on my cheek, "I kind of smudged some of the stuff on my palms."

"Oh," she brought down her hand and gave me a look that it was fine, "I'm Luka's friend."

Interesting, I do remember seeing her with Luka a lot in lunch now that I thought of it further.. W- Well, not like I was stalking her or anything, I just happened to see it.

"I see, well, I'll give you guys a ride home," I smiled at her and gestured to my car, my left hand discreetly wiping itself on the side of my violated sweater.. it was even my favourite too. I shook the thought from my head.

"Thanks, I really needed it," she sighed and went to the passenger seat while I took on behind the wheel.

"So Miki," I started as I gripped on the steering wheel after taking a left turn according to her instruction, "I know it's not my business or anything, but I was wondering what got her like that," I glanced sidewards and saw Miki fiddle with her fingers, "Of course you don't have to answer if you don't want to."

"She's.." she spoke up, "She's just had enough bullshit."

"Hmn," I hummed softly, "Well, life is never fair."

There was silence for a few moments until she spoke up once again, "I guess you too?"

I gave out a casual shrug.

Silence.

"..this is our stop." she said quietly.

I pulled over to a decent sized house that was two stories high, some lights were still on but it was mostly dark inside, people were probably already asleep, "Do you guys not stay in the boarding house back in the academy?"

"We do," she fixed herself up and looked behind her to check on Luka who was sleeping soundly with stuff stuck on her head. Although she looked pretty horrible right now, I still found it a bit funny and pretty cute. But then again, I glanced on my shirt that was starting to dry with stuff attached to it, I involuntarily shivered.

"I just think it would be better if she stayed here tonight."

I exhaled through my nose, "I guess."

"Thanks by the way," Miki looked at me, her expression coy, "We'll definitely make it up to you, I promise."

"Oh, you don't have to.." I just like helping people.

"No, I insist," she held her gaze, a look of determination directed at me, well she definitely wasn't a Vox student for nothing, "We'll be going now, again thanks," she flashed me a rather cute grin before getting out the car.

I blinked, "Wait, I'll help you," I got out the car and followed her, she just looked at me for a while then smiled at me. I don't know, but when she did that it felt weird, as if she knew something I didn't.

Strange.

I shook my head and carried Luka outside after closing the door behind me with my feet, "Come inside," she ushered as she opened the front door wider for me to walk in. The inside of the house was pretty homey and had that distinct smell of apples for some reason. Modern furnitures and vibrant paintings adorned the house, the walls were painted brown while the floor was mahogany, although it was dark, it gave me a sense of comfort.

An epitome of a humble abode.

"Is this her house?" I asked out of blue, suddenly curious about the pink haired vixen I was carrying, I knew that she came from an influential family, but little was known about her actual life.

Miki shook her head, a weak smile gracing her lips which bothered me a little, "No, it's mine," she turned her back on me after closing the front door and walked over to a spiral flight of stairs next to the doorway that connected the living room and the dining area, "Let's take her to one of the guest rooms."

Before I could even nod she was gone.

"I think I asked too much," I pursed my lips and followed her upstairs.

A long hallway greeted me when I reached the second floor, it took me a while to see Miki—thanks to her bright hair—since it was dark, she was at the middle opening a door, I quickly went over until Luka's arms—somehow in her sleep—found my neck and wrapped her arms around it as if her life depended on it. I would've been embarrassed if not for the fact that she was practically strangling me. Her pseudo hug would put the ultimate bear hug to shame.

"Damnit Luka," Miki walked over with an exasperated yet amused look on her face and proceeded to help me get back my much needed oxygen. A moment of struggling later she got slapped in the face by a stray hand and a scowling Luka grumbling in her sleep before settling down afterwards.

"She's angry," I was the one amused now.

Miki's brow twitched agitatedly as she tried to soothe her unfortunate nose, "She is so getting an earful tomorrow."

I just laughed, which earned an indignant pout.

After we finally went inside the room—which was pretty large for a guest room—I went to the bed and laid Luka, I was stopped once again however when I felt my hair that was in a ponytail being tugged, I didn't mind it afterwards until I felt pain on my scalp. Luka was holding onto me, again, this time it was a death grip on my hair.

It was Miki's turn to laugh now, "D'awww, she won't let go," she cooed teasingly with a grin, "She seems to like you a lot!"

I gave her an 'are you serious' look before trying to unclasp my sleeping perpetrator's hold, the moment I touched her warm hand though, a strange tingle coursed through my fingertips. It was pleasant in a way, but somewhat unsettling. I furrowed at the thought.

I heard Miki sigh, "I'm gonna help you with that," she unclasped Luka's hand without much difficulty this time since the grip seemed to have faltered when I held her hand.

Strange.

"Anyway, thanks for helping us," she said after tucking Luka in, a troubled look on her face as she stared at the stuff on her head, "Oh and I'm sure that you're still uncomfortable in that," she looked at me and pointed to my smudged sweater which I sort of forgot about, "I'll give you a change of clothes and I'll launder that for you, it's a start."

"A start for what?" I gave her a confused look.

"For repaying you, silly," she giggled and went out with a wave of her hand, "Just give me a second."

With that she was gone.

I sighed, well this was an eventful night.. wait night? What time was it? I abruptly pulled my right sleeve to look at my wristwatch, then paled when I saw that it was already way past the school's curfew. I can't go back there now, the school was already locked at that point. I put a palm on my face and sighed again in resignation.

"I guess you already figured out that you can't go back to the dorms now," Miki's head popped out the doorway, a meek, guilty smile on her face, her ahoge slumped down, "I'm really sorry for all the trouble we've caused." she did a ninety degree bow to me.

"What?" surprise was evident in my voice, "No! It's fine really you don't have to do that." I ushered her to stand straight again.

"Still, if you would like you can stay here tonight, I've already asked mom and she agreed," I stopped with my frantic gestures the moment she uttered the word 'mom'. I rubbed the back of my neck absently, of course her parents would be here this was their home after all.

"Your parents are still awake?" I asked quitely.

She raised a brow at my sudden change of demeanor, "Just mom, she heard the ruckus but I convinced her that everything was fine and went back to bed."

"I see."

"Anyway just stay for the night, please?" Miki pleaded, her shimmering crimson eyes doing most of the wonders. Damn puppy looks, you got me.

I sighed in defeat, "Fine, if it's alright with you guys."

"Great!" she cheered then gave me a black long sleeved shirt that I didn't even notice she was holding, "Here, give me the sweater after you change," she instructed as she led me to another guestroom that was right across Luka's.

After doing what I was told, we met again at the doorway, while I was handing her the spoiled sweater though, I noticed her staring at me for a minute now, "Do I have something in my face?" or maybe she was astonished at how long my hair was? I let them down after I changed.

She blinked then shook her head, her face hidden by her lowered fringe, "N- No, thanks again by the way."

"No problem," I smiled at her, "Thanks for letting me stay too."

"It was no problem!" she grinned, then smiled softly afterwards, "Good night, Miku."

"Good nigh—" I stopped and looked at her crimson orbs with furrowed eyebrows, "How'd you know my name?" since I kind of forgot to introduce myself.

"Oh, you didn't know?" she simply tilted her head, a barely hidden knowing look on her innocently smiling face, "You're pretty popular yourself."

"What?" I looked at her in disbelief.

AN: Well, here's something.