I really should be working on I Spy A Shotacon! or Distress Signal, but my writer's block says that's a big no no. ;-;
And, I really, really ship Luka x Miku (or, Negitoro, as some call it). I just ship it really hard. Almost as hard as I ship Theta x Koschei and Alois x Ciel! My Len x Piko fic will just have to wait, because I have yet to write anything on this lovely pairing. Enjoy! ^^

A/N (Edit, 2/15/14): Alriiiiight~ Since the summary is too long for me to put in any warnings, I'll put them here: The rating in this story may go up! This is yuri, girl on girl. If you don't like it, now would be a good time to leave. I do have other stories I'm working on, so updates may be very slow. The first few chapters are quite a bit awful, but I'm not perfect, sorry! Thanks. -heart;

(Megurine Luka's POV)

Sound, that's what this room of mine lacked - though, I found it refreshing. Being a Vocaloid, you think I'd love sound. Only, being around one thing so much eventually makes one tired or bored of it. Except, sharing a room with a certain tealette by the name of Hatsune Miku tends to make things much more energetic - or, as I like to put it, obnoxious. Therefore, it was indeed rare for our room to be quiet at all.

The dreadful sound of curtains being thrown aside filled the otherwise soundless room for a brief moment, allowing a wave of light to wash into the once dark room and rudely shine on my face, giving it an unintentional peaches and cream glow as well as giving my hair the illusion of a sakura blossom color. "Rise and shine, Luka~" A familiar angelic voice sang, most likely the person who opened the curtains.

Opening my eyes, I revealed two light sapphire hues and lazily trailed my gaze to the person responsible for waking me up. As suspected, it was Hatsune Miku. She had yet to put up her waterfall of azure-teal hair - or dry it, for that matter, and it clung to her snowy white skin. While she stood in front of the window, still, the light poured in around her and gave her an almost angelic aura, making her hair sparkle, as she hadn't taken it upon herself to dry it. She also happened to be without clothing.

"Might I ask what happened to your clothes...?" I asked curiously. Slowly, as to not dizzy myself, I moved into a sitting position, averting my eyes from the diva's perfectly curved, bare body. Awaiting a reply, I swung my legs off the edge of the bed and with one hand, moved my soft pink hair to fall over my left shoulder.

"Oh," Miku looked down at herself for a moment and ran a hand through her hair. "I forgot about that.." She murmured, just loud enough that the soft words reached my ears.

I knitted my thin brows together in confusion, glancing at the tealette for a moment before replying, "You should put some clothes on, Miku - we wouldn't want that pervert Gakupo peeking on you, would we?" I spoke as standing from my previous sitting position. The bed made a soft creaking sound at the sudden loss of weight.

"No way!" Miku squeaked. And with that, she immediately began rummaging through her belongings, in hope of finding something to cover up with.

Allowing the softest of sighs to pass my lips, I shook my head, ignoring how my bangs brushed against my forehead in an annoying manner, and stumbled over to the bathroom. After all, I had just woken up, and walking is not one of the things I quickly recover after waking up. Pushing open the door, I swiftly stepped in and locked the door behind me. This time, the sigh that passed my lips was one of relief.

One day, I'd like to have the ability to look in the mirror and not look awful. My hair was in a mess, tangled in ways that didn't seem possible, while I myself looked as if I hadn't slept in days. Mirrors, at the moment, are my worst enemy. It took most of my remaining will power to simply walk past it and ignore it.

As I slid off my night clothes, I noticed my warmth going away with them. My lips curved into a frown, though I ignored the sudden chill nipping painfully at my exposed skin and slid my shirt over my head. Another sigh escaped and I hurried to turn on the shower, silently hoping Miku didn't use up all of the hot water.

The shower head made an odd hissing sound before allowing water to pass. With the water hitting against the plastic floor of the bath tub, a soft and constant tapping sound was heard throughout the small room. Wary of the temperature of the water, I extended a hand to the falling droplets to test, and thankfully, they were warm.

Miku's life is spared - for now.

Stepping in, yet another sigh was heard, more of pleasure than relief, this time. Showers, tuna, singing.. Those were the best things in life, if being a Vocaloid could be considered life - after all, I'm only a bunch of pieces of program strung together, nothing more. Layers upon layers of programming, carefully woven together to create a 'cool and somewhat mysterious' voice, just for the entertainment of others.

I wonder, what it would be like to kiss someone, or what fresh honey would taste like. Would a kiss be sweeter than the taste of fresh honey? I can only experience things I'm programmed to. I can only move the way I'm programmed to.. Is this the same feeling that a puppet has?

But, what I really wonder, is, is my 'heart' supposed to go doki doki around Miku?

I nearly lost myself in a sea of thought before I remembered that I had a recording to do today.

Blinking a few times, I regained my grip on reality and glanced at the door. How long had I spent in here? The water falling and sliding down my body still felt warm, so I couldn't have been in too long. I ran a hand through my soaked hair and again moved it so it fell over the front of my chest, resting on my left shoulder.

I knew it was going to be cold once I got out, and I valued my warmth. I've never liked the cold very much.

Reluctantly, I laid a small hand on the knob, staring at it for a few moments before gathering up the courage to turn it just enough that the warm water stopped falling, and was replaced by a cold breeze. I shuddered and pushed past the shower curtain to grab a light purple towel and quickly wrapped it around my very much exposed skin.

Purple, the color of that dreaded man's ridiculously long hair.

Miku and I had decided on a light purple color, seeing as we couldn't agree. I wanted pink to match my hair, and she wanted blue to match hers. Therefore, we ended up getting light purple towels. Why didn't we just get individual towels? Because it bothered Miku. That's why.

I pushed the shower curtain aside, making what I thought to be an annoying sound appear for a moment before disappearing as fast as it appeared. I stepped out with the same reluctance that had shown itself earlier and was welcomed by a lives worth of cold air. Frowning, I stepped past the mirror that I had earlier declared as my enemy and stopped at the door.

After staring at the door for a moment, I finally decided to open it, only to find Miku staring at me intensely, as if she had been waiting for something magnificent to happen. Thankfully, she had dressed while I was taking a shower. She had chosen to wear powder blue short and a smoke gray shirt, but she still hadn't put her damp hair into her usual twin tails, so her azure hair simply fell to her ankles.

With a quiet sigh, I made eye contact with the girl who remained staring at me. We held eye contact for what felt like an eternity until a bright smile tugged her lips upward, proving she wasn't a statue of some sort.

Doki doki.

Confused, I placed hand over my chest, were my heart would be. I don't understand why my heart suddenly began beating so fast..

"Lukaaa~"

When I looked back up, I noticed that Miku had gotten quite a bit closer, and gravity took it upon itself to pull my lips downward once more. "Yes, Miku?" I arched a brow, resuming eye contact with the younger girl.

"Might I ask what happened to your clothes?" Miku asked, wearing the worst straight face I've ever seen anyone attempt. It was only a matter of time before she started giggling. Three.. Two.. One.. And she immediately began giggling.

So, she wants to play that game...

I blinked innocently and gave my best innocent look, then looked down at myself. "Oh.. I forgot about that.." I said softly, furrowing my brows in fake confusion at my lack of clothing.

Miku's jaw dropped, but she quickly recovered. "That... That was cheating!" She objected in a whiny tone, sticking out her bottom lip to form a pout.

Chuckling softly, I shook my head. "I need to get dressed, and afterwards, I'll help you with your hair."

"I don't need help! I'm sixteen, Luka!" Miku whined.

At that, I made the cutest face I could. "Please? You know you want me tooo~"

"Fiiiiiine.." Miku agreed, reluctance obvious in her voice.

'One point for team Luka.' I thought with a smirk.

"But," Miku grinned, "You have to let me help you with your hair in return."

Touche, Miku. Touche. "Got it."

Miku nodded with that same grin and moved to the side, allowing me to pass, as if she were blocking me in the first place. After a second or two staring at her, I walked off to my part of the room. Before dropping the towel that was still wrapped tightly around my torso, I looked over my shoulder to make sure Miku wasn't watching. To my happiness, she wasn't, and I allowed the towel to fall while I picked out clothes to wear. I wasn't that picky about what I wore, but at times I was. This was just one of those times.

It wasn't long before I was fully dressed in midnight black sweat-pants and a matching black shirt. When I turned around to face Miku, she practically screamed. "What are you wearing, Luka?!" She shouted in question, acting as if my choice of clothing was the worst thing she had ever seen. "Take that off, right now! I'll pick out your clothes, this time!"

I arched a brow and neatly folded my arms over my chest. "What's wrong with my outfit?"

Miku simply looked at me as if I were completely mad. "Everything! It does nothing to bring out your eyes, or your hair! You're not showing any cleavage whatsoever, and the color black makes you like as pale as Utatane Piko!" She placed her small hands on her hips and smiled, "Now, take it off, Luka~"

"If it'll make you happy, I suppose.." Rolling my soft blue eyes, I did as told, and proceeded to lift my shirt up over my head, then, with a strong reluctance (because I hate the cold), slid off my pants, and motioned to a pile of clothes. "There~ Pick out clothes to your heart's content."

"Yay~!" Miku squealed in a cute fashion and clapped her hands together in happiness. This is going to take forever...

I watched as she happily picked through the messy pile of clothes and made her own pile, taking out only what she thought to be super cute or just plain sexy and taking the time to fold them neatly. Miku really was a wonderful girl, cute, as well. Though, I'm almost positive that she's in love with that ice-cream addict Kaito. It was the perfect couple, was it not? Just like me and.. Gakupo.. I shuddered at the very thought. It's not that I disliked Gakupo, it was that I didn't see him in that way. I'm pretty sure he thought of me in that way, though.

... Gross.

I got so absorbed in my thoughts that I almost didn't notice Miku when she flamboyantly shouted, "I'm done, Lukaaa~" An obvious confidence was laced into the tealette's voice as she stood and held up two pieces of clothing. In her left hand she held a pair of deep black shorts that nearly resembled a certain blonde shota's, and in her right, a passionate magenta shirt with a single black stripe down the side and fishnet sleeves. I didn't even know I had those.. "Now, put them on!" She commanded, shoving the clothes into my arms.

"Alright," I motioned for the azure-teal-haired girl to turn around, and with a soft huff, she did. While she wasn't looking, I found my eyes wandering places they didn't need to be wandering. Like, her perfect as-

I quickly averted my eyes to something far less interesting and ignored the heat crawling onto my cheeks while I changed into the clothes that Miku demanded I put on. I get the feeling that things between her and I are going to get even more awkward if I can't control my heart around her. That's right, it's beating at an abnormally rapid speed at the moment.

After I got everything on, I tapped Miku's shoulder as signal for her to turn around. Her vibrant turquoise eyes sparkled with awe and a soft gasp was heard. "How do I look?"

"Luka! You look hot! How come you don't wear stuff like this all the time?! You could have any guy you want looking like that!" Miku squealed, practically jumping up and down. Instead, she bounced happily in a way that was somehow creepy, as well.

I felt a drop of sweat form on my forehead. "Heh.. Yeah.. That includes Gakupo, doesn't it?"

The tealette's look of happiness was quickly replaced by confusion. "But, aren't you in love with him or something?"

"God no! I'd go out with your ice-cream addict boyfriend before I'd go out with Gakupo.."

"You mean Kaito?! Kaito isn't my boyfriend...!" Miku quickly replied in objection, the blush on her cheeks growing more apparent by the second.

I blinked a few times, "Really?"

"Really! Kaito is gay, and I'm not into guys, so it would never work out in the first place." Miku shrugged her shoulders and placed her hands on her hips.

"You're.. not into guys...?" Needless to say, I was shocked. I could definitely believe that Kaito was gay, but it was Miku on the same team as I that shocked me.

Miku simply shook her head. "Hey, I still have to do your hair!"

"Right," While Miku motioned to the bed, without thought, I sat down and watched as she grabbed a hair dryer and a brush. She smiled warmly and sat behind me, then she plugged in the hair dryer and began her attempt to dry out my hair in a mere five minutes. While doing this, she hummed softly, using her angelic voice as an advantage, as it made me relax. I couldn't tell what she was humming, but it was pretty. Then I slowly caught the tune and instantly figured out what it was. She was humming 'Magnet'.

Without thinking, I began humming with her. A cool and somewhat mysterious voice intertwining perfectly with a soft and gentle one, creating a beautiful sound sweeter than sugar.

Aaaand that ends chapter one! Yes, I plan on extending this. Yes, I really shouldn't be making a new fanfiction like this.. But, Luka x Miku is so cuuute! I just couldn't help myself.. There may or may not be more than a few typos, but I'm sort of kind of tired right now, and I'm too lazy to check for errors.. I'll probably fix them later~
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