Hey guys~ This is my first fanfic so please go easy on me, I'm only a 14 year old (place gender here) :3

I love MikuXLuka, Luka being my favorite =w= heehee..

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Sad disclaimer: I don't own any of the Vocaloids.. TT3TT If I did, I would make A LOT of money and afford a better computer. ^w^; The only thing I own is this little piece of fanfic, quite lovely if I do say so myself. ;D

Hatsune Miku

She had just stepped out of her photo shooting room about an hour 30 minutes ago, a week after she had just finished singing another new upbeat, pop song. Produced by Cypton Industries, this world phenomenon is now the youngest breakthrough to ever hit the musical industries, a very nice title for this certain 16 year old. This young woman loved that she was the world-renowned Diva but there's been something that's been going through her mind for the last couple of weeks; yes, a very uncomfortable thought. She came home to her huge mansion shared with the other Vocaloids. For now, they didn't have a CV03 yet, the audition had been going on for months and months but they still have yet to find the most suitable voice yet. Miku proposed to her manager that they already had enough and at this rate, there would be no one destined to be their company's CV03.

She's been sitting in her (might I say, a very expensive, wide spaced, and teal.. oh that teal) room for the last hour or so, reading the latest headlines in Top Pop Magazines. She dressed in a light grey Polo shirt, one that came down a little past her skinny hips and with a tiny light blue tie connecting with the collar area. She wore a skirt that went to her mid thighs, they weren't as flashy as they were on stage, they were just the normal ruffled ones that you'd find anywhere nowadays. Her stocking ran high up, showing about as much as an inch or her mid thighs. This Diva, as popular as she was, she was very self conscious about showing her rather short, slim legs in public. As for her shoes.. well, they're in the front of the house, as they are prohibited to bring shoes in their humble yet very exquisite abode. She was scanning and reading the front pages of the magazines placed before her, two of them that had which said:

"Miku does it again, the world is indeed hers! -Flip to page 27 to read all about this spunky young Diva's plan to get her beloved prince charming!" this was the newest issue of Top Pop Magazine, only published about 2 days and already it's selling, selling faster than policemen at a doughnut store. She took a mental note that if she ever did a song like this again, she would try to look less selfish. Even though it was just a song, she doesn't want her fans to think of her as a princess/queen/ruler of the world. That was attract a lot of bad attention from her fellow workers and her die-hard, millions of screaming fans that know her for her cuteness and gentle nature. She sighed gently and began to fantasize if she really was the ruler of the world.

"Not a bad idea.." She smirked at her own dastard comment. Yes, she did in fact speak to herself. The tealette never found it strange due to the fact that she never had hard on talk-talks with anyone. She either found them too boring, too stubborn, too strange, or too stupid. She kept with herself most of the time and adapted to a lonely lifestyle, even if she had millions adoring her and would happily be friends with her. The tealette didn't have any objection to it, she liked being alone with her sophisticated self. She sighed and rested her head on her hand which was already propped up on the plush teal armchair's right arm. She eyed the next issue and continued reading the front covers.

"Miku will sure Melt your heart away with her latest new single! -Wanna find out why you're gonna love this new song? Turn to page 18 for more details on this sweetheart Diva!" this issue came out about a month before. It was old but it was good to keep around in her room just in case she was bored just needed something to distract herself when she saw to watch something too painful on her plasma-screened TV. Not that she was lazy into pressing a button on her tv remote, she was just too paralyzed in fear to actually do anything. It was amazing how she managed to pull out a magazine and read it frantically but couldn't press a lousy button on the remote, having a fear that is she pressed the wrong button, the TV will send the evil creature from Hell out of tv and into her bedroom. For her antics like this around the house, she was often teased for being a secretly major scaredy cat but of course none of her fans knew that, they all think the great and powerful Hatsune Miku and beat the crap out of everyone using a single leek!

She picked up the last one of the magazines as it was still in under a rather elaborated coating of bubble wrap. Miku wasn't all stingy when it came to cleanliness and hygiene (therefore resulting in her pigsty of a bedroom) but she couldn't help but feel the bubble barrier before her was trying to tell her to not unveil the dark secret from within.

Curiosity killed the cat. She dug her teal polished fingernails into the bubbled casing and stared blankly at the title. The petite woman looked at it with a mix of confusion and disgust, God knows why. It read out, in bright bold colours: "Blue and Teal, the perfect match! Cantarella is now in stores for the public to view! -Turn to page 5 to see more juicy tidbits on this cute, pop star couple ;D" She scrunched up her nose cutely, resulting into squeezing her eyes together in the process, she absolutely loathed bad grammar. Grammar Nazi Miku mode, a mode that many in her giant mansion despised.

As soon as the young woman read that last one's title, she immediately threw the magazine back on the oak wooden coffee table, feeling disgusted as she was now some sort of play thing to her new "Blue" partner. Of course she had nothing against him, he was a very sweet man who was actually very handsome and charming but the tealette has never been too fond of people in general. The only people who occurred recently in her life are her manager, Mr. Kenmochi, her friends (rather, a section between friends and acquaintances) who were the Kagamine Twins Rin and Len, her "new lover" project and coworker Shion Kaito, her cousin Furakawa Miki, and her drunken maniac of a friend Sakine Meiko. Miku had given out a loud sigh of frustration and flipped on her expensive, black plasma TV to a music channel where all her songs are shown with PV's and music videos.

Surprisingly, her newest song wasn't on at the moment. She wasn't all worried about it anyways, just bored to death and wanted something to do for the rest of the evening. She sat on her teal cotton armchair in a way where her feet dangled over and below the opposite arm; basically, she literally sat sideways in it. Dulley yet efficiently, her turquoise eyes wandered about at her TV screen, trying to find something that might possibly amuse her. As she expected: nothing. She groaned and put her hands over her small yet perfect face and thought back in her conscious.

The Diva's thoughts were rudely interrupted when someone had knocked on the door, not so loud but still audible enough for her to hear. She became a tad bit annoyed at the mysterious person who could be knocking on her door at this time of the evening. Everyone in the household knew that this time of day was "Miku Miku Time", usually from 5pm to 7pm where the petite would lounge around her room and get a break from work and household related stress. She got up sluggishly and went to the door, composing her figure and greeted the person behind it.

"Ah, konbawa Mr. Kenmochi-san, how are you?" She changed from the state of dreary and exhaust to happy and motivated faster than a you can say "Leek". Her manager was dressed rather formally today with a brown over jacket with sharp shoulder lines, matching colour brown business pants, black belt and tie, and a white buttoned up shirt under his long tie. He wore glasses but it's only because he was getting old and he couldn't see very far anymore. The older man can only see about 20 feet ahead of himself before they became nothing but blurs of colours. He looked really pleased to see his number 1 star in a happy state of mind today.. but she thought otherwise: about how wrong he really was.

"Kobawa to you too, my sweet Hatsune-san." He greeted his usual, as he too had believed in the myth of the killer leek summoner Hatsune Miku. He seemed cheery this evening, he must have had some good news to tell his best-selling pop star. "May I come in?" He asked the shorter-than-him big shot Diva in a soft tone. He gestured his hands so that it looked like he was wanting to come in the room and have a talk with her. He wasn't attracted to her, it was more like a daughterly love bond and he always looked after everything she did. He loved all of his Vocaloids as if they were his own, in fact. Miku loves this about the man, he loved her even though she wasn't even hers to begin with. She never knew her parents to begin with because she was an orphan but she didn't care because they sure did miss out on a lot now that she's super Japan pop star of the world. Mr. Kenmochi and Hatsune Miku went a long way back, but to some it all up, he found her on the side of the street singing and performing for money to buy herself food and human nourishment. He found her singing wonderful, a soprano voice that was perfectly pitched and had been blessed by God. Mr. Kenmochi took her off the street and introduced her to Crypton Studios the next day (after he filled out her adoption forms and he legally became her guardian) and showed her around his work. Miku was only about 14 when she was invited into such a big place like this and ever since then, she had become a big sensation to every person of every age.

The young woman went on in her lovely memories until she was suddenly caught by surprise when her manager suddenly turned from a delightful facial expression to a gaping, horrified expression. As if Miku could see a giant sweatdrop form on the side of Mr. Kenmochi as he looked around the room, he pulled out a little light blue cloth and wiped his glasses thoroughly before he put it back on the bridge of his nose.

"Hatsune-san!" He spun around and left the small woman in a state of shocked paralysis, "What is the meaning of this?" He made a full 360 in his one spot in the middle of the room with his arms stretched out to make out his point. He stopped and continued to speak once again, "What.. what is the meaning of this.. this MESS?!" Miku winced at the fact that her room was not very tidy and clean like the way her boss wanted it too. She loved the man as a father, she really does, but she does not like the fact that he was a major major MAJOR clean freak, the type who would freak out in the mere sight of dust on the kitchen tiled floor.

"Sou gomennasai .." The tealette managed to get out of her paralyzed body. She hastily brought her head downwards and bowed in her sincerest apologies towards him. Never before has she been so scared with someone else. This rarely ever happened between her and her unbiological father and boss because they were always so kind to one another, but when it did, oh boy.. "Unless all cleanliness hell.." The rattled woman still stood there trembling in shocked fear.

"No, this is the last straw. I've told you many times to clean your room, Hatsune-san. We need you to get a personal maid." He pulled out his phone and began to dial a number. Miku saw this when she stole a glance upwards at Mr. Kenmochi, panicked-stricken and dropped to her knees.

"Please, please, please don't do this Father!" She slapped her hands together and waddled on her knees to get closer to him. He let everyone in the Vocaloid mansion call him "Father" because he treated and loved them like his unbiological children and by under the law, he technically was the tealette's father. "I don't want another maid, not again!" Oh how she despised her maids of the past, about 3 so far had joined in and nagged Miku to death about everything she did. Soon after the first one, she vowed to try to push them away as much as possible. Miku, the secretly evil mastermind as she was, always pulled pranks and set up terrible traps to make them quit their job. She waddled closer and knelt down completely, on her knees and her head was practically touching her tan carpeted floor with her hands closely near and above her head.

"It's too late Hatsune-san.." He was finished dialing the.. new number? A place called "Haku's Maid Service" from what the business card from his jacket pocket has said. Her life was over, already seeing images of herself being yelled at by another boring old prune woman that looked absolutely awful and wrinkly in her French maid outfit because of their old age... eeeww..!

One ring...

Two rings..

Three rings...

"Hello, Haku's Maid Services. How may I help you this fine evening?"

Megurine Luka

"Hah... Hidoi! This is the second job this month.." She had cursed under breath as she was just literally thrown out of her now ex-company's building. She got up and cracked her spine, letting out an "Oh yeah! That feels so much better" noise of relief because she thought that the moment that big, ruthless looking guy laid a hand on her classic light pink cashmere sweater's back, she thought he had broken one of her bones already. Thankfully he didn't as it was just fear and paranoia getting to her head again. The pink haired woman then brushed off the bits of dirt stuck on the seat of her black skinny jeans; in this process, her hands quickly became dusty and she hurried to the nearest water fountain to clean it off.

"Not my fault that crap is inedible.." She whispered to herself while scrubbing between her long, slender pianist fingers being absolutely sure that she would get under teal coloured fingernails. The tall woman found herself giggling at her own memory of what happened. Many passers eyed her suspiciously whilst they walked past and around her, it was very odd to see a tall pink haired woman laughing by herself while washing her fingers at a drinking fountain. They had all quickened her pace and tried to get out of her sight as quick as possible. When completing the cleansing of her slightly pale and smooth hands, she sat down at a nearby bench and thought back as to what had just happened in the restaurant she had just been rudely thrown out of. The pink haired woman couldn't help but to think back at it and laugh liked a casino slot machine winner, albeit it was really bad and she needed money desperately to help pay for her music funds.

Flashback Start~!

"Shitsurei shi mashi ta, but can you please tell me what is in this eligibly chicken sandwich?" A young man, no more than 24 had walked up nicely to the pinkette and asked the simple question that would always make her go mad with guilt. Luka hated the policy that whenever someone had asked her that question, she would be forced to lie and say something along the lines of "That's our 100% chicken breast meat that we cook fresh every single day for our loving and cherished customers, please enjoy" along with a forced smile that would be the cherry on top. This day however, this was the first and last time she will exploit the secret of the fast-food restaurant to the customer and everyone else in the building at the moment. The tall woman didn't like to lie, she'd fool anyone with her skill of lying though, let me tell you that.. but she just never found it right. When she was with her friends, she never lied to them because she wanted their friendship to be pure and full of honesty. If one friend had lied to her about something, Luka would just pretend she didn't know and wait for it to blow up in their faces.

"Wonderful memories.." the bi-lingual woman said to herself in Japanese thickened English, earning fearful looks from the old man sitting across the bench from her. She didn't care for that old man was looking at her like she was deranged psychopath, instead the tall woman closed her eyes and she looked back up into her dream bubble. It was a silly habit but when she tried to think of something, she always (and I do mean always) look up into the empty space above her head and think; whether it's from a math equation to a tiny fantasy.

"That's horse meat. Straight from its ass and into your stomach." She had smirked at the man's face as it started to become green. As for the rest of the people who had ordered the chicken sandwiches, all simultaneously brought a hand up to her mouth and ran to the nearest trash bin and began to puke out the chicken breast/ horse butt food. Although the fast-food chain now smelled worse than a 1 star dumpster motel, she felt victorious.. until a short man behind her can ripped the headset from her ears and yelled straight in that, "it wasn't horse meat", loud enough for the customers to reassure them into keeping them in the fast food chain and continue spending their hard-earned money on a crappy burger joint place like this.

Pushing her luck, she placed her left pinkie into her left ear that was so harshly screamed into and began to twist it in place. She laughed at the short balding man and opened her mouth and began in a louder tine, but kept a straight calm, smiling face, "What? I can't hear you! I couldn't hear what you said, other than you telling me to lie to these good people everyday about your inedible, radioactive sludge you called chicken sandwiches, fish fillets, and burgers!" The pinkette had removed her pinkie out of her ear and stood in a mighty victory pose, her chest puffed up and she laughed heartily at the sight of her boss's now redder than a tomato face.

Her victory did not last very long as she had hoped. She felt a giant hand, as big as her head, being gripped on her sweater's back side, just under her ruffled up neck very flat turtleneck. Before she could yell "rapist!", her small yet big boss screamed out as loud as he could to tell her to get out of his store and that she was now banned from coming here ever again. "You are fired, Megurine Luka! Do you hear me?! Anata ha kubi da! You're never allowed to step foot here again, understand me?! I will personally get a restraining order on you and notify every one of my restaurants and tell them to never let you purchase food here.." He seemed to be breathing in one big chuck of air until finally releasing "..EEEVVEEEERRRRR!"

"Pssh! You think I care? I would never eat here, not even for all the bluefin tuna in all of Tokyo! It's not my fault this crap is inedible! You hear that people? This is why you guys are so fat and you can't seem to lose weight!" Luka was being dragged out of the store slowly, arms under her pits but in a way, the tall woman still felt like a big-shot winner. As she was about to be thrown out, she managed to pull out her famous joke about this place: "Oh yeah, when we say 'sorry for your wait' we actually mean 'sorry for your weight'! Haha- UWAAAAA!" The big man's other giant hand had gripped the bottom back of her sweater and he began to swing Luka back and forth before finally releasing on three.

Flashback End-!

And here she is now, still feeling giddy about revealing the deep and dark secret of her ex-job's business. Minutes have passed and the man that was recently on the opposite side of bench from the pink haired woman had already left to go home with his family. "Maybe they went out to the park today." She thought to herself as he reunited with his beautiful daughters... who were kissing each other and holding hands? His grandchildren looked nothing like their mothers' (she had noticed matching rings on both womens' left ring fingers) so Luka just assumed they were adopted from an orphanage or something. The pinkette couldn't help but feel a tug at her heart and she smiled at her brave sisters. She remembered when she came out of the closet.

Let's just say that it didn't end too well, for her father and herself, that is. She was 15, her secret was kept for about 2 years. Luka first realized she was lesbian when she first entered middle school and had a crush on the school's top cheerleader who was bisexual. Their mother accepted the pinkette with a tender loving heart when the older woman found out that her beloved daughter was a lesbian. To be honest, her mother didn't care what sexuality Luka was, as long as she was happy the mother would never look at her only daughter differently. Her father was whole new story however, he became infuriated and began to lash out at his one and only pink haired daughter. Quickly grabbing some chopsticks from the kitchen counter top next to the oven, the old man mercilessly beat his own daughter to the ground and insulted her every second he had. Names such as "oni!", "monster!", "horrible daughter!" and one that made Luka finally break down into tears: "You are not mine! YOU. ARE. DEAD. TO. ME!" After what seemed like an eternity of nonstop beating, the mother rushed by and stopped the old pink haired man's arm from gaining another strike.

"I will not stand here and let you beat at our only daughter! You are a grown man, you should know better than to beat your children like this! If you continue this harassment on my Luka then I will have no other choice then to call up a marriage councilor and have us divorced!" Luka's mother spoke defiantly and with a loving, serious passion that one might even say inspirational. The man's arm eased up as he felt his wife's small, frail hands wrap around forearm. He let go of the now broken-in-half chopsticks and pulled his arm away from his wife's. He gave Luka one last disgusted look and walked down the hallway and entered the master bedroom on the left. Luka was left crying on the kitchen's tiles and living room carpet intersection line when her mother dropped to her knees to caress her daughter.

"Shh.. shhh.. it's okay koibito, your father didn't mean it.. He sill loves you very much, as much as I do actually.." The old mom stroked the back of her daughter's hair while gently whispered into the sobbing wreck's ear. Luka was an extremely smart girl, acing all her grades at the very highest ranking, very bright too but she could see past her mother and tell that her mother was actually half telling the truth. Of course her mother sill loves her but her relationship with her father will now be changed forever. Luki, Luka's slightly older brother, had chosen this time to take a step out of his room due the commotion. Like a reflex, he spotted Luka in a fetal position while her head laid resting on her mother's lap. He ran as quickly as he could, startling their family pet Pomeranian and due to his clumsiness, he had accidentally stepped on the white Pomeranian's tail. He crouched down and stroked his little sister's back in a soothing way.

"Hahaoya... what happened?" Luki, as big and tough as he was, always had an a softie and a super protective side when it came to his dear little sister. Sure, they goofed around a lot like normal siblings and called each other mean nicknames but they both knew very well that they had loved each other, even without "I love you"'s. He swore that he would always protect her, he made this promise to her when he was 4 whilst he held his baby sister in his cradled arms. But right then and there, Luki felt so useless for he has failed his mission to protect his little sister. Not even getting an answer from his mom, he slammed his fist hard as he could at the carpet beside her little sister's what seemed to be lifeless body. He eyes were starting to get all pink and puffy but then their kind-hearted mother laid her free hand on her son's shoulder. He relaxed a little but not enough to release the anger he was feeling to whoever had done this to the small and fragile Luka.

"Mom.. please tell me.. who did this.." Luki managed to phrase out past his long angered, depressed breathes. Her mother simply shook at her head for she was a very wise old woman and did not want her family crumple in only a matter of hours and start a war within the small apartment household. Luki understood where she was getting at and he let go of the anger, he himself knew that it must have been a family member because when he asked his mother in situations like this, many months before, his mother would always respond the person's name and then Luki went down to business and made sure to beat up the bully who made his imouto-chan cry. Only once did he ever seen her mother shake her head when the young pink haired boy asked who his new target was going to be. He didn't let go so easily, he ran into his sister's room and asked her who did it.

"It.." little shy Luka sniffed and pulled her sleeve up to her nose but then was halted by her older brother's hand. He got a tissue from box on the counter and dabbed the small girl's pink nose. She accepted it and blew into it, her brother taking it away from her and placed it in a waste basket near the bedside (Luka loved to make little stories and drawings but failed to reach the picture in her tiny little mind). Luki then released her sister's arm to let her speak the name of who made her cry. "It w-was.. uncle Dell-san, he ca-alled me a little Toeto be-because I'm s-so awkwardly shy a-and I-I don't have an-any fri-friends!" Luka became hysterical again and cried into her knees. She didn't like that name "Toeto" even if it was true that she was really shy, she'd never expect her own uncle to laugh at her make fun of her like all the other mean kids at Elementary school.

Her mother eventually told Luki what happened because of the emotional pain eating up inside of him, to be honest, Luki subconsciously knew it was his father, a man who never had a liking for homosexuals, bisexuals, or any act of "foolishness" as he puts it. Now Luki had hated his own father, it seemed like everyone has suddenly turned on the old pink haired violent man. Luka finally came out to her older brother and told him that she was lesbian, it was shocking to her older brother as first but then it ended up in a warm embrace, a little big bro to little sis awkward hug but they laughed and giggled it out as if nothing had happened before. All the bruises, all the pain, all that suffering, had disappeared with the warm group hug from her mom and onii-chan's shared in the small living room area. It's been years now that Luka had last seen her family together in 30 feet radius. But that didn't really matter, she still called up on her mom and big bro.. she did little speaking to her father but did eventually forgive him for his aggression.

A tear had swelled up in her right eye as she saw the two lovely women, the grandfather, and the little children walk away to the car in a happy manner into their medium-sized, white camper van. "This is a beautiful family.. Maybe.. just maybe one day I will be able to have a family like that." the lone woman on the bench thought to herself once more. Her thoughts were suddenly blasted by bold letters framed from what seemed to be the inside of her eyelids which clearly read out: "Yo stupid, you just lost your job! Get your butt off this bench and go find some job flyers, you unemployed bum!"

"Ai ya!" The pinkette jumped up from her seat at supersonic speed and ran as quick as her long legs could get to a nearby bulletin board, nailed on the outside wall of the restaurant she had been thrown out of. Luka relentlessly checked up and down the bulletin in case of any job applications. So far, they were only ads for nonsense things such as new products, fads, and dare she even read the last one of the ads; hookers and prostitutes for sale. The last two looked very promising: a job for fashion and a job as a maid. The only thing holding her back at her first choice is that she needed fashion experience and she hasn't been able to just keep a part-time job for nothing, also the fact that she didn't have a certificate for fashion and design. The tall woman had no other choice but to choose the job as a maid since you didn't have to be experienced at except to have a strong patience for unpleasant children and roughed up messes.

She had nothing to lose anymore, the pinkette was already in debt, she only lived in an apartment with her best friend and practically now her sister Lily. They've been best friends from early childhood, it didn't really surprise Luka that Lily was her only friend. Lily and herself loved each other and supported each other throughout the rough years of their demon elementary school, also through middle, and past high school as well. She took a business card from the little orange envelope and ran through the crowded city, literally elbowing by people to clear her path to the bus nearly about to start its engine and drive off. Just as the doors were about to close, the tall woman made a jump for it and her slim hourglass body managed to squeeze past the closing doors. With an epic front flip in a shape of a ball, Luka landed square on the balls of her feet, gently setting the upper parts of her feet down into a perfect ten out of ten balance. Her streaks of winning couldn't get any better today, she punched both her fists in the air and screamed a winner's "Woo YEAH! Swaggalicious~!" Beginning her victory dance, just basically swiveling her hips with her arms still in the air.

Those eyes were not friendly on her..

Fool, one cannot simply be an otaku without knowing Hatsune Miku. :3

Oh don't mind me, just listening to "Ai Dee" by Miku and Luka. :3

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