Luka felt bitter. Why? Why was this happening? What was this feeling?
Jealousy, most likely.
Why did she feel jealous? Who was causing her raging jealousy?
Kaito, the very first Vocaloid. Meiko, born after him. Then… The new generation, Hatsune Miku, followed by the twins, Rin and Len. Luka was the last one, but that didn't bother her.
They were all so sickeningly popular. Kaito and Meiko, the first ones, had so many songs, it was now impossible to count. The twin were adored for their adorable cuteness, and were given some of the best songs.
But Miku… Luka despised her with a bitter hatred that tore her apart. She was the best, the most perfect, the most adored.
Master loved them all more than her loved Luka. Why? She wasn't handsome or pretty, like Kaito or Meiko, she wasn't adorable, like the twins. And she wasn't sickeningly perfect like Miku.
Master always had them sing for him. But not Luka. Yet, she was pretty, she had an actual real, mature sounding voice. She spoke two languages. And yet, she wasn't good enough.
It made her want to tear something, or someone apart. What had she done other than try her best? Then exist? What did she have to do to get Master's whole attention?
She wanted it so badly. Master had created her, she looked up to him. She wanted to make him proud of her, like a daughter wants to make her father proud.
It wasn't more than love like the love between siblings, but Luka wanted it badly. She wanted to at least be looked at.
And yet, the others hogged the stage, devoured whatever she could have been, or could be.
It made her want to cry so badly.
She wasn't supposed to feel, but all this hatred had made a poisoned flower grow inside of her.
She wanted attention, love, respect. Not the dark corner she was constantly given.
Luka bitterly prepared dinner. Yes she, the neglected one, prepared food for all of them. And how did they thank her?
With absolutely nothing.
At that moment, as Luka was cutting the leeks for the stew with the sharp knife, Kaito entered the kitchen.
"Wow that smells good!" Luka bit her lip. Was that all he could say? No name? No greeting? Just a 'that smells good'?
The rage boiled up inside of her. She wanted him to bleed his guts out right now.
She froze her movement.
Why not?
As he leaned over the pot, he made a face.
"Agh, you know I don't like leeks!" he scowled, but before he could add a comment, Luka's stare caught his attention.
It was cold, and yet eerily happy. Her grin would scare the devil. Kaito rose from the counter.
"What-" Luka made a swift motion, and cut open his stomach.
As he sprawled over the ground, she smiled. His yells of pain were music to her ears.
This felt so good, getting rid of this pest in such a way. It felt…liberating.
She laughed, and with a swift motion, she jabbed at him again, and he yelled louder than ever.
Luka saw in her eyes all the lonely memories caused by him. She was finally getting payback…it felt so nice, so good, to finally get revenge.
The crimson blood on the perfectly spotless floor made her smile. How many times did she clean this floor? She had no idea, but it felt good to be for once ruining it herself.
Kaito's yells continued resonating through the house. Luka knew it was going to grab everybody's attention, but she couldn't care less. She continued stabbing at him, making him suffer but never killing him.
His precious scarf was now drenched in his blood, her hands were red, as were her clothes. And yet, she took pleasure in every single movement she did, every wound she created, every yell she caused.
'Yes, Kaito, yell, yell! Scream out in pain, feel the pain I have been enduring for years!' such thoughts rang through her head.
She had never felt more alive or better in her skin. Yes, she was finally doing exactly what she wanted.
Kaito's eyes reflected fear, disbelief, and pain. Luka felt like drinking his pain and sufferance to quench her own.
This was feeling so good…
Kaito was still yelling, but Luka could hear footsteps running in their direction. She smiled.
Meiko, followed by the twins, halted in front of the kitchen door. All three blanched.
Blood was everywhere, Kaito was screaming on the floor, and Luka was crouched on top of him, a carnal look in her eyes, an eerie smile playing on her lips.
She raised her knife, and silenced Kaito for all eternity.
The twins gasped while Meiko grew teary-eyed. Quickly she ran away with the two younger Vocaloids while Luka licked the knife.
His blood tasted metallic and bitter, but she adored it. She wanted more…much more.
Kaito wasn't going to suffice.
A slamming door was heard. Luke knew that one was the basement's, hearing the rusty hinges creak.
She slowly got up, the smile widening. She wanted more. More screams, more wails, more blood on the floor.
She slowly stepped towards the basement door, wanting this moment to last. As she opened the door, she tasted the trio's fear in the air. They were waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs, she knew it.
Luka took one step at a time, making this last an eternity. She wanted to strike them with fear, make them scream her name as they died.
She wanted it so badly.
She opened the first of the three doors. The room was filled with gadgets, useless little things and cooking utensils. She entered the room only one step. She didn't want her prey to flee behind her if they were in another room.
All these things were like her. Useless, never looked upon. She smiled, stepping back outside and closing the door, locking it behind her. If they were in there, they were starving to death.
She went to the next room. It was filled with nothing, just air and dust, and a few occasional spiders. Nothing and nobody. She locked the door again when she exited. She wasn't giving them more places to hide.
The last room. They had to be in here.
She opened the door slowly, wanting to make them wait endlessly for their end, wanting them to suffer solely by waiting painfully.
A whimper filled the room. That was Rin. Luka's smile widened even more, her teeth gleaming in the week light from upstairs. Her eyes shone like sapphires, wanting pain and suffering inflicted to those who made her suffer.
A washing machine, and a rack of drying clothes. A closet filled with winter coats was on the other side of the room.
"Come on out, you three. Don't make me make you suffer longer…" she spoke sweetly, taking a step inwards, towards the closet.
Nobody was behind the rack, no feet stuck out from under the pants and shirts. Impossible behind the washing machine. They had to be in the closet.
Another whimper proved her theory. She took another step, and smiled at the crack in the door. She saw them, she saw the three pair of eyes staring at her in disbelief and utter fear.
Another step, and another. Each one rang through the room as her heels clicked against the cement ground.
She was tasting their blood on her knife already. She was already seeing their horrified faces and wide, pained eyes in her own.
How she was enjoying this.
Meiko jumped out of the closet, closing the door behind her. A defensive spark gleamed in her eyes.
"Don't touch them" she spoke, slowly and quietly. Luka licked her lips.
Meiko was like a mother for the twins. Sure, sometimes she was drunk, but she was a role model for the younger siblings.
Hurting them would hurt Meiko more than if she hurt her directly.
Luka took a step forward, not hesitating.
"What, are you going to put up the condition 'over my dead body?' you know that I won't really care" whispered Luka. She glanced inside the closet when the door cracked open again. The twins' bright blue eyes were watching her closely, fear flooding them to the brim.
"I'll kill them anyway" she finished. Meiko raised a fist.
"I won't let you" Luka took another step forward.
"Just try"
Luka knew she was unstoppable. Nothing will stop her from taking her revenge on those who ignored her, who made her suffer loneliness.
With surprising speed, Meiko jabbed forward, but Luka saw it coming. Her senses were on high, it was impossible for her not to see it coming.
She punched Meiko in the stomach, hard. But the brunette didn't flinch, and tried to get in another hit.
Luka smiled savagely, and sliced of Meiko's hand with a swift sweep of her hand. The girl froze, as expected, and Luka cut her open, shoulder to hip.
Meiko fell to the ground, trying not to yell in pain, eyes tightly shut. Luka smiled. Meiko was still alive, and she was going to watch the twin's downfall.
Luka opened the closet door swiftly, and she immediately spotted the cowering children amid the coats.
"Come here, I won't hurt you…" she whispered sweetly, stretching out her bloody hand. Rin recoiled, and Len jumped in front of her, tears on his eyes.
"Don't touch her!" Luka's teeth gleamed in the week light.
She grabbed for his throat, and threw him to the ground on the other side of the room.
How could such a miserable kid hog up the spotlight? It was incredible.
"Len!" yelled Rin, tears in her eyes as well. Luka turned towards her.
"Trust me, darling, you'll enjoy the show" she said slowly. Meiko whimpered from the floor, unable to move. "And you will, too" Luka walked towards Len's form as he tried to get up. He had landed hard on the cement ground.
Luka mercilessly thrust the knife in his uncovered spine, making him yell in utter pain and mercy. Rin covered her eyes, sobbing, and Meiko begged for mercy, for her to stop.
Luka ignored all of the words, and only relished in the fear and suffering she heard. All three were crying wildly, Meiko unable to move at all and Rin frozen in fear. Len's spine was slowly destroyed as Luka slowly, oh so slowly twisted the knife in his flesh, making blood pour to the ground.
Luka raised the weapon, turning around to let the two others see what she had done to the boy. Len was still screaming in pain, not moving. Rin blanched whiter than Meiko. Luka smiled, and licked the knife from his blood.
Len's blood was sweeter than Kaito's, it was better for sure. Rin couldn't believe her eyes.
"You…!" she lunged at Luka, eyes filled with pain. Luka merely suck out her knife and Rin ran straight onto it, making Meiko start to sob and scream at the same time. Rin fell limp on the floor after Luka cut her throat.
Rin's blood was sweet as well.
Meiko was now sobbing uncontrollably, staring at Rin's dead body. Luka walked over to her, and pointed the knife under her chin.
"Don't worry, Len's still alive, suffering like I was"
"Why, Luka? Why?" demanded Meiko between sobs. Luka grinned, lips red from the blood.
"Try to answer that for yourself" and she shoved the knife into her throat. Meiko yelled in agony before going completely silent. Luka grinned, and headed for the remaining twin. She picked him up from the throat, and looked into his eyes.
"Goodbye, Len" Luka then snapped his neck, and he fell completely limp at her feet.
Luka realized the room was now slightly darker all of a sudden. She turned towards the doorway, and a carnal smile spread on her face.
Miku was staring in horror at the scene in front of her. Her eyes were filled with fear like no other of the Vocaloids, and she was already crying.
Luka licked her fingers from the blood that coated them as Miku watched.
"Luka?" the murderess smiled ferociously.
"The one and only" Miku's tears were now falling down on the floor, and Luka took a step in her direction.
This revenge was getting better by the moment. Luka felt savage, unstoppable. She stopped directly in front of the young star, and caressed her cheek with her bloody hand. Miku didn't move, frozen, only being able to look at the woman.
"Does it hurt, Miku? Does it hurt? Do you feel the pain I went through?" she asked with a sickeningly sweet tone. Miku only whimpered, staring directly in her eyes.
"Miku, I want this to last" she explained, her eyes getting a dangerous gleam. Miku's tears kept falling to the floor. "Run, Miku, run away from me"
Immediately, Miku fled, trying to flee from the dangerous woman.
Luka watched her disappear up the stairs, and silently counted to ten.
One…
This was feeling great, hunting her prey. She already felt anxious to run after her, to hear her screams as she cut her throat open with her knife.
Two…
Miku had caused her the most pain of all, no doubt about it. She was the cute one. She had the addictive voice.
Three…
Sure, all of them had made her suffer loneliness. If they were dead now, it was from their own selfish acts. They got all the concerts, all the songs.
Four…
But Miku got most of them. She got all of the attention, all of the prizes, the praises.
Five…
Luka tasted the blood in her mouth, and felt it on her hands and clothes. For some reason, she felt as if she had just taken a shower. She had never felt better, more alive.
Six…
She had finally heard the other Vocaloid's anguish. She had finally heard them scream her pain, experience what she had. She wasn't alone in hell anymore. The sound seemed so beautiful…
Seven…
She had finally tasted their blood after having bit the inside of her own cheeks for so long. It tasted so good…
Eight…
She had finally seen them cry. She had cried so much, so often, and yet they always wore their smiles, heard their laughs. Seeing those tears…they were irreplaceable…
Nine….
And yet, she still needed to see Miku cry, she still needed to hear her scream, she still needed to taste her blood. She was the missing part of her collection. Luka needed to make her suffer the most.
Ten.
Luka took off, running up the stairs, clutching the knife and smiling like a demon. Her eyes gleamed like never before, her heart was thrumming in anticipation. She wanted to hear Miku scream, yell in terror.
Luka heard the smaller girl's steps running in the direction of her room. Foolish girl. She would just get cornered there, and then Luka could make her bleed as much as she wanted.
Luka noticed that Miku hadn't even picked up the phone to call help. What an idiot…
Luka opened Miku's bedroom door with a bang, smiling devilishly. Finally, this girl was going to suffer.
Miku was sitting on her bed, crying violently, hugging her knees. Luka turned towards her fully, smiling at her with a smile that had 'I'm going to kill you' writing all over it.
Miku's lips were a beautiful shade of red, yet she wasn't bleeding. She had only bitten her lips that hard. Her face was moist from the tears, and she already seemed like a destroyed mess.
What had shaken her so?
Luka took a step forward, taking in every detail. Miku must have seen Kaito's bloody corpse in the kitchen, heard the noise downstairs, and seen her taking away Len's life.
Her expression was so cute, Luka could just eat her. Her fear was the most adorable thing she had ever seen.
Luka crawled onto the bed, making Miku whimper. Luka still clutched the knife, the weapon cutting the sheets as Luka clumsily crawled towards the girl.
"Does it hurt, Miku? Seeing your friends die and dead, does it hurt? Does it hurt like I was hurting?" Miku was wide-eyed as Luka took the knife and made a small cut on her neck. Nothing mortal, just a small, little cut that barely bled. Miku was so motionless, the wound was flawless.
"I don't understand" whimpered the girl, gaining a chuckle from Luka.
"When did you see me, Miku? On the stage? Never. In the studio? Never. I was always in my room, writing songs that were never to be published. I was always here, cleaning up your stuff, making meals for all of us. Where else did you see me? Not at the theaters, I needed to fix the twin's road roller. Not at the amusement park, I needed to go buy Meiko some sake and Kaito some ice cream. Not outside, because I needed to make your favorite stew, that takes three hours to make" she spoke slowly, her eyes burning into Miku's as she made another small cut every time she finished a sentence. Each cut got slightly deeper, and now Miku's throat was bleeding a little, a small river flowing down into her shirt. Yet still the girl didn't move. "Do you know how much it hurts, Miku, to never hear your own name because everybody forgot it? Do you know how much it hurts, never to be thanked for repairing something in a domain in which you aren't even experienced? Do you know how much it hurts to come home and never be greeted, and be expected to cook something quickly because you're all starving? Do you know how much it hurts to be used as an actual tool?"
Miku was completely immobile, tears pouring down on the sheets, blood starting to stain her shirt. Luka licked the knife.
"Kaito knows. Meiko knows. The two despicable twins know. Do you?" She demanded, licking her lips. Now her lips were stained red, and they reflected the light provided by the window. It only made the scene even scarier.
Miku slowly shook her head, and Luka grinned.
"Of course not. You're always so happy, smiling with your friends. You don't know pain, real, true pain" stated the assassin. Miku closed her eyes.
"Kill me already!" Luka laughed.
"Oh no, my darling. I'm going to make you suffer for a long time before I will feel content with killing you. You know why?" Miku shook her head violently. "Because it is you that I hate the most. You ate most of my popularity. Do I need to explain further?" Miku shook her head again, this time a wave of tears pouring out of her eyes. She seemed genuinely hurt.
Luka grinned, and brought the knife towards Miku's stomach. She was going to get the same treatment as Kaito, only much, much slower and with much more pain on the side.
Miku started crying violently, even though Luka hadn't done anything yet. Sobs shook her figure, tears washing away the blood on her throat.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you like that, like this!" she yelled desperately. Luka chuckled at the girl's futile attempts. She lowered the knife slowly, piercing the fabric of her shirt.
When the knife came in contact with Miku's skin, both girls froze. Miku trembled slightly, still crying, trying to speak coherent sentences through her tears, but Luka had no idea what came over her.
She couldn't lower her hand further. She just couldn't .
Luka felt paralyzed. Frozen. And yet, she wanted to make Miku bleed more than ever, more than humanly possible, if she could.
And yet, memories flooded back to her mind.
The first person she saw was Miku when she woke up. She was so cute, smiling so sweetly. She excused Master for being at the bathroom at the moment, which made their first meeting a hilarious one.
She had introduced Luka to the rest of the Vocaloids. She had taught her many tricks and tips for singing, improving her voice and range farther than ever before. She had wished her good luck on her first concert, and praised her when she stepped off stage.
Miku was the closest one to her. And yet, she was the one who cause her the most pain.
She never tried to help her, she was too busy reading fan-mail or singing at the studio.
She never helped her in any other way then the way she failed.
Luka's breath caught.
Why was killing the subject of her tears so hard?
She looked into Miku's eyes, which were looking at her intently.
They were empty of all emotion except one. She was sorry. So utterly sorry.
Luka didn't know why that touched her. It dawned on her slowly.
Miku was the only one who knew of her actions. She was the only one who knew how much Luka had suffered.
She didn't help her any other way because she just couldn't. Whenever she was free, she tried to help Luka with singing, the thing Luka wanted the most.
Miku had actually tried.
Why?
"Why…?" asked the smaller girl, still crying and whimpering. Luka sat up.
She just couldn't do it. She couldn't kill a person who had tried to save her out of her misery.
Miku had tried.
Why? And how did she know Luka's suffering? How did she know how bad Luka had been crying for weeks on end?Why was she crying so hard right now? Even Meiko didn't cry that hard over her dead protégés.
"Why won't you kill me?" managed Miku, quivering.
Luka didn't understand. Minutes ago she was thirsty for Miku's blood, and now she wanted something else. She didn't know what.
Miku had cared for her right from the start. She had tried helping Luka with her flaws, and had been detained the rest of the time.
And the person who took her away was…
Master.
Master always called for her. Master organized the concerts. Master did everything. Master did everything to her.
Master was the one who hurt her the most.
Luka didn't know what to feel anymore. Did she hate Master now? But…that was impossible. She couldn't hate the one who gave her life.
And yet, it was as if Master had given her a miserable life. The only good that had every come out of her existence was…
Miku.
Luka let the knife fall.
She didn't want Miku to die. Master might have given her life, but an empty life. Miku was the only thing she had left, and ever had.
She loved Miku.
Luka felt tears coming to her eyes.
She had been jealous of Miku, the girl she loved. She wanted to be at her side. She wanted to be the person Miku was smiling at. And yet…Master removed that wish. And Luka then fell into a turmoil of loneliness.
She felt so lonely because Miku wasn't at her side. Because Miku wasn't there.
She needed Miku. She couldn't kill her. Never in her life.
Luka looked at Miku's eyes again, this time feeling tears fill her own. Miku seemed a little confused, all of a sudden.
"Luka! Why won't you kill me, if I inflicted you so much pain?" she nearly yelled. Luka saw it.
Miku regretted not having been able to have been there. She had wanted to help more. She had wanted to be with her as well.
Her smiles had always been empty. Her songs having everything besides emotion.
Luka didn't want to kill her. Sure, Miku had made her miserable, but she didn't do it on purpose, and she actually tried, tried, to make things better.
Luka slowly leaned forward, Miku flinching just a little bit. The smaller girl was now fearing for her life, even if Luka had let her weapon fall. Was she finally going to take her life?
Luka gently, softly kissed the wound on her throat, and Miku flinched at the sudden contact.
Luka couldn't take it. That simple kiss had shown her what she really wanted. Not Master's attention, but Miku's.
She kissed the sensitive wound again, feeling Miku recoil. Luka started planting small kisses all over the cut, and Miku gradually stopped flinching.
"Luka…?" Luka didn't respond, and planted butterfly kisses upwards, heading towards her ear.
Yes, this is what she wanted. She wanted to be with Miku, the girl she loved with a burning passion.
"Luka…what…?" Luka continued playing deaf, and started kissing Miku's jawline, moving up to her cheek, then finally, her lips.
The kiss was long and soft, tasting like blood and salt from Miku's tears. And yet, it was warm and slightly electric.
Slowly the kiss got deeper, and Miku started moaning every now and then.
Luka felt like she was in heaven and in hell.
What was she doing? Why was she doing it? Nothing seemed to make sense anymore. This whole day was turning out to be catastrophic. And yet…
Luka couldn't take it, she quickly got up, and ran out of the room, leaving Miku behind.
She ran through the halls of the Vocaloid household.
What did she want? Everything seemed so confused…
Kaito's dead body greeted her as she entered the kitchen. Luka immediately felt sick.
What had she done?
A hand on her shoulder made her freeze. It was large and heavy, yet comforting.
"It's ok, Luka. Everything is going to be ok" Luka shook her head. Master…why?
"Everything will go back to normal…"
-System Reboot-
Wow. This is the first time I wrote something like this. It appeared better than I hoped, to be honest. and Luka's...*shivers*. I just wanted to try to portray her like this, it seemed fun. and indeed it was.
This was inspired by 'Uninstall'. I know, the original was by Kaito, but this was pooped out by my brain instead.
If this gets good enough feedback, then this will finish as a two-shot. I know how to continue this, and it will have a happy ending, with a bunch of LukaxMiku. No lemons, though.
But it can also finish here. The last phrase says that this isn't over, that it will continue. So, what do you want? Happy ending or unfinished one-shot?