I feel slooooowww. Everyone from my old team has posted at least one story of their own and me... nothing. Well, maybe because I moved from one side of the US to the other... such a long trip...

Anyway, hopefully this piques your interest! I really love jazz music, and it inspired me to write after months! To the friend that also inspired this... please don't kill me.

Disclaimer: I will NEVER own Vocaloid.

Hello, Ms. Melancholy.

Prologue

She was never one to worry about what other people were doing with their lives. If they were secret agents at night or Clark Kent in the day, it never mattered and she never cared. Megurine Luka was a woman who lived a never-ending life; one that moved at the speed of a ticking clock.

One moment she was sitting at her desk, reading the latest news on her laptop with a cup of coffee in one hand, the next moment she was lazily watching an age-old sitcom like it was the most boring show in existence and complaining about it despite cracking a few smiles. She was a hypocrite at best and loved it. Her life was especially sound and calm.

Unfortunately, her neighbor always happened to be standing outside her porch, simply looking down at all the little ants that were cars and the monstrous skyscrapers staring at them in the face. Hatsune Miku was an odd one; exceptionally quiet with a soft, motherly smile on her face all the time even though she had dark rings surrounding her eyes. Her clothes were baggy, and she always wore a dress with some poncho over it, long teal hair taken care of very well dangling inches over the ground.

So when Luka went outside her apartment for a small smoke break, she would catch Miku standing there, as if she was waiting for someone or something. Her eyes would simply glue themselves onto the streets below their apartment balconies until she was satisfied.

"Hey," Luka called out to her, puffing out a wisp of smoke in the opposite direction to avoid making Miku feel awkward. Teal eyes looked up to her with a small smile, and Miku nodded back, as if she was too deep in thought to really care about what she was saying – not that Luka herself cared much. Her business was her business, after all.

The silence was calming, a little jazz music seeping from Luka's living room speakers. Adding in a cigarette for good measure and she was having the time of her life. If only she could have a wine glass sitting in her hand, but those were too far to bother with.

Miku soon turned around and Luka nodded at her when the teal-haired woman nodded as a parting, sliding her glass doors open before disappearing. Sucking in the last of her cigarette, Luka took her time letting the smoke seep from her lips, watching the little circles dance before they also disappeared.

Sitting up, she stretched, looking down from the height of one thousand houses up, glasses nearly falling off her face and into the abyss below if it wasn't for her stepping back a little. Luka sighed and entered her living room, dumping the squashed cigarette into her ash tray. "I need to clean that..." she mumbled in annoyance.

The other neighbor she wasn't very insightful about was Kagamine Rin. She was similar to Miku, where she would simply smile, with this odd look on her face all the time, except she actually talked to people and actually went outside of her apartment. She would meet her every day, if only for a few minutes when she went to get her mail.

"Hi Luka," she greeted with a small smile, shorter than the pinkette by only a foot. Which wasn't saying anything as Luka was taller than most women her age. Not that her height actually mattered or reflected her personality any.

Nodding, Luka greeted back with a simple, "Hey."

"Len's going to come home this weekend," Rin mumbled, once again about to gush about how her brother was such an awesome guy for being in the military. Luka almost felt herself roll her eyes, but adjusted her glasses instead. "I wonder if he'll bring the girl he's been talking about..."

"Well you never know..." Luka trailed off in mock interest, not exactly caring about the conversation. It stretched until Rin got her mail and ended when she was too preoccupied with reading the letter from her brother. Luka wondered if her actions would possibly hint about feelings for the boy, which was something she didn't find appealing or interesting in the slightest.

Walking back to the elevator Rin had just run into, Luka leafed through the envelopes she had in hand, majority of it junk mail and coupons for some pizza restaurant she frequented herself on some weekends.

Hearing Rin whisper heatedly about Len returning made her feel uncomfortable – she didn't need to know about the blonde's excitement, and didn't care that she was so excited as it wasn't Luka's life thus she had no need to learn about anything involving Rin. All she needed was her laptop, a cigarette and a really great cup of wine filled to the brim.

The definition of a calm and sound life.

A/N:

I know it's super short, but that is what a prologue is, right? Right. I also like melancholic Luka more than the usual dark/edgy/emo or the sexy/perfect Luka. She's very... neutral, and very ambiguous.

So, I hope you enjoyed it, and I'll try to write chapter 2 ASAP. The chapters might stay this length throughout, simply because I feel shorter chapters make it a lot harder to analyze and interpret and actually make you curious about what's going on rather than outright stating it.