Title: Sounds of Love
Summary: "L-U-K-A. I. Love. You."
Note: Thoughts in Italics
She squinted, shielding her eyes with one hand as she peered at the bright glowing mass in the sky. Large irises of teal gazed at the fluffy white forms as they laboriously trickled in the azure atmosphere. The young girl took a deep breath; teal orbs slowly closing as her shoulders heaved slightly.
I can do this… She thought as she lowered her hand and formed a small fist.
Gradually, she opened her eyes and softly focused on a figure who was sitting on a bench quite a few ways away from her. Mere words could not describe the awe Miku felt each time as she gazed at the being before her. She often felt her chest tighten and her soul desire the acquaintance of the other girl. Now was one of those times, and finally she decided to take action.
Lengthy salmon colored tresses with smoothness akin to European silk adorned the other woman. She was decorated in a simple, sleeveless white dress with a tannish-emblazoned belt which hugged her waist in a protective manner. Rays of gold, shown through the cracks of the forest behind the girl, reflected onto creamy, porcelain colored skin, gifting it with a barely visible glow of ephemerality. Lithe alabaster hands were gently wrapped around the corners of a novel as refined, porcelain-white legs were placed neatly juxtaposed to each other. Indulged in the novel, a beautiful set of teal irises exactly like Miku's sparkled with anticipation and curiosity.
The young woman was reading, which was a simple way to put it. However, Miku could swear right then and there that matters were not so simple; the girl before her was plainly a fairy or some goddess on a vacation from her duties in heaven.
Okay now…
Miku gulped and decided to take a small step forward. The large drums of her heart reverberated loudly in her ears. The young girl could not fathom why she was so nervous. She took another step. And another. Teal pools glued to the pavement as her feet moved to her destination in an agonizingly sluggish manner. She peered up again; the distance between her and the older girl did not seem to be lessening.
I'm just going to say 'hi,' right?
The small girl sighed; her perception naturally gathered upon the ground once again. She took another step, fidgeting and rubbing her slender fingers together as she gently bit her lower lip.
What's there to be nervous about?
Miku…come on…you decided you would finally talk to her today!
Yes, I'm just going to say 'hi.'
But what if she replies?
Miku felt her breath caught in her throat.
I mean wha-
Miku's thoughts were stopped abruptly as a sweet scent of sakura blossoms tickled her sense of smell. Eyes widened as she saw she was practically a foot before the pink-haired girl.
It was her first time seeing the other woman up close. Miku already she knew was beautiful from far away, but she was stunned to see the woman's loveliness amplify immensely with their shortened distance.
She's…so…
Teal pools glistened in adoration as they observed the other woman. Silky salmon-pink tresses which were vivid in every strand, carefully cupped the contours of their mistress' face. Miku noticed the woman's cheeks were tinted with a soft yellow from the glowing presence of the day. Then, teal eyes lingered down to a pointy, petite nose…and down to the woman's lips, which were vibrant with color akin to freshly-picked apricots that without a doubt tasted just as succulently sweet. Finally, the tealette's eyes wandered back to ones of the same tinge. She felt herself lost in the purity of those ocean-green irises which glistened with graceful resplendency.
Pretty…
Can anyone actually be this pretty?
But looking up close…I can tell she is a bit older than me…
Deep inside Miku acknowledged she could be ogling at the other woman for the next days and still be intrigued. Bluish-green eyes were about to wander again to a pair of well endowed…
Suddenly, the young girl felt the presence of a certain someone staring back at her. Her soul jumped in anxiety as teal locked onto teal. The older woman had finally noticed the younger girl before her and peered up from her novel in curiosity.
Swiftly, Miku felt a patch of cherry pink forming on her cheeks as the two exchanged glances. The tealette stiffened, unable to tear her gaze away. Time seemed to slow as Miku anticipated the actions of the older woman, her jaw clenching as she swallowed nervously. She thought of a million possibilities all equating to not-so-good endings.
Ah! Miku think of excuses! Yes…I am…currently in your bubble of private space because…because…I….
Miku's brow rose for a millisecond as she pondered why.
I… I-was-magnetically-drawn-to-your….
Wait…no…I…wanted to be-
The younger girl stiffened once again as she saw the older woman parted of her lips slightly as if to speak. However, parted lips came together shortly after. Instead, the older woman tilted her head at the younger girl as if to question why there was a certain stranger before her.
"!"
Miku's brain went on overdrive. Her conscience, in the form of a mini-Miku flailing her hands around, tried to rationalize the best thing to say to the other woman.
"Um…I …" No, ahhhhh! There's EMPTY benches EVERYWHERE…
"Hi…want to become friends with me?" What is this? I'm not five!
Oh.
My.
God.
Leeks. Leeks. Leeks. Leeks.
Unable to process further information, Miku's brain decided to placate itself with the emergency button which was 'think of leeks because leeks are good.'
Leeks. Leeks….
For what seemed like a century, Miku continued to gawk back at the older woman until she broke out of her leek reverie. A greater blush appeared on the tealette.
How long have I been just gawking at her? Ah…what should I say?
Ah…ah…I..oh my..I mean..what…wha-
Suddenly, her body voluntarily answered in the most rational way for her. Bending her body acutely, the tealette gave an abrupt bow.
"I'm sorry! Excuse me!" Miku exclaimed as she pivoted her heels and quickly marched away from the other woman…
Yet, mere seconds later, Miku quickly turned around again and walked back furiously towards the other woman.
Their gazes met again.
Miku placed her hand on her chest as if to profoundly declare an earth-shattering statement.
"I…I! Blu..blu"
Her voice jittered as her cheeks steamed with embarrassment. She tried again.
"I-I-pu..pluwwee"
Her voice was caught again. Miku acknowledged at that moment that the human tongue was indeed very hard to grasp, and her mind wandered off to think about unworldly matters involving aliens, black holes, and divergence lines.
What am I doing?
Miku squeezed her eyes and placed her petite hands onto her knees. Her chest rose up as she took a deep breath. She held her breath as she waited for her emotions to calm down. Breathing out, her facial expression relaxed, and the girl stood upright once again.
The tealette firmly placed her gaze onto the older woman, who at that time seemed either amused or confused or a little bit of both.
"Please let me sit next to you." Simple words escaped her lips.
Guilelessly, the woman with pink tresses smiled and scooted over slightly as a gesture of welcome.
Thirty minutes or so had passed since the older girl allowed Miku to sit next to her. The air seemed stagnant for the tealette as neither of them had spoken a word since she had sat down.
Miku squirmed in her seat a little, her head hung low. She twiddled her thumbs and counted the rotations as she softly dug one of her flats against the brick pavement. A tinge of pink was visible on her cheeks as she never dared to look at the other woman. She could tell the pinkette was still indulged in her novel.
Though nervous, Miku was quite content just sitting there, digging her foot and twiddling her thumbs. However, she knew this was probably her only chance to talk to the other woman.
I finally succeeded in talking to her…I can't just let it end like this…
Miku reminisced back to a couple of weeks ago when she first laid eyes upon the older girl. At first glance, it was just a chance meeting as Miku was walking to her cram school. However, for the next couple of days the tealette had noticed the girl always sitting there, always reading…always alone.
The tealette stopped twiddling her thumbs and digging her feet. Her hand wandered to her side as she glided her fingers over the aged wood she sat on.
Of course, it's a park so people read. However, her chest tightened whenever she saw the girl reading alone. Somehow…just somehow it didn't feel right. Sure she was reading…but at the same time, it seemed almost as if only that girl existed alone in her own bubble. Everyone else would just walk by, and the pinkette would still be reading. Miku didn't really understand this herself. It was normal for strangers to walk by strangers.
Yet, after trying to talk to the girl for two weeks and sitting on the bench with her for half an hour, Miku was beginning to understand why.
I simply wanted to get to know her.
Miku smiled and raised her head. The sky was still emblazoned with a clean, cerulean radiance with patches of snowy puffs dancing lazily in it. Though the sun was bright it was not hot, and the girl relished in small shade the trees behind her provided. A small gust blew by, and her ears perked up to the sound of rustling leaves. She lifted her hand to guard her flowing strands and turned to avoid the wind, her sight unexpectedly landing on the other girl.
She observed in admiration once again as the rays of light reflected onto the pinkette, giving her a sparkling presence. The woman was still preoccupied with her book, barely moving except to occasionally turn another page. Miku waited for that moment again.
"Ne. What are you reading?" Miku asked innocently. She thought that was the best way to start a good conversation. She gave herself a mental nod of approval for not stuttering this time and proceeded to turn her body slightly towards the other woman.
Surprisingly, Miku did not have to ask again. It seemed the woman was aware of the girl next to her the whole time. She hesitated for a second, but lithe alabaster fingers loosened their grip on the novel. Gently, the pink-haired girl turned to meet bluish-green pools in response.
The pink-haired woman watched the younger girl pensively. The tealette blinked and looked about to blush away from the pinkette's stare. However, the younger girl kept her ground and stared back at the pinkette. The older woman felt herself smile at the girl's efforts and close her eyes momentarily. Opening her eyes again, the woman placed her novel down and searched for her brown leather satchel that was next to her. Lithe hands reached into the bag and pulled out two items.
Miku blinked in curiosity as she saw the woman pull out a cutely shaped pen which was shaped like an upright tuna and a pink, octopus-shaped notepad. She watched as the older woman wrote something down onto the notepad and gently handed it to her.
Miku hesitantly reached and took the note; her first impression focused on the beautiful handwriting.
'It is a novel on fairytales' the note read.
Well this was unexpected. Miku had always believed the woman was reading perhaps some medical textbooks which taught her rocket science in the appendix. The tealette looked at the novel on the woman's lap and back to the woman who was quietly watching her.
Hmm…
Suddenly, Miku had an idea. Reaching into her school bag, she pulled out leek-shaped mechanical pencil and wrote her response below the note. Clicking her pencil onto the paper with satisfaction, she handed back the notepad with a bright smile, teal pools sparkling innocently.
The older woman took back the octopus notepad. She had expected the younger girl to leave her alone after she had handed her the note or at least answer her verbally. The pinkette never predicted the girl to reply with a written note.
'Do you always read fairytales?'
It was a simple question, but it had taken back the pinkette. She looked over to the younger girl who had her pencil in hand as if ready for her next response. The older girl looked down at the note again. She peered at it thoughtfully before writing her reply and handing it to the tealette.
'Only the good ones.'
Miku beamed at the witty yet receptive answer and began writing back to the other girl.
Let's see…what should I say…
Thus, started their simple exchange of notes. Miku found it strangely new and exciting to know someone this way, and she was happy to see the older girl kindly respond to her each time.
As the days went on, they continued their short exchanges. Miku would wait patiently at times as the older woman was absorbed in her novel. Other times, Miku would pull out a novel of her own and start reading, peaking over every now and then to discover the older girl had written her a note. In response, Miku would then write down a reply and place back the notepad in the space between the two of them.
They both felt at ease by this style of conversation and became naturally content by each other's presence. Every now and then, Miku would try to crack a joke and would beam brightly as the older girl read the note and smiled. It warmed her heart, and she had never felt so relaxed.
They talked about many things, though mainly about novels as it seemed that was the older girl's main hobby. However, Miku wasn't afraid to occasionally speak of her own hobbies. Yet, one thing had irked the tealette. It's been a week since they've started this mutual note exchange. Nevertheless, one question had been tugging the corners of her mind.
How can I ask for her name?
It was her turn at the notes. Miku peered at the octopus notepad pensively and placed her pencil onto the paper and tapped for a few seconds. She bit her lip as she pondered, blinking a few times. Finally, she settled for one word in katakana and placed the notepad between the tiny space again.
The older woman glanced over, noticing the younger girl had replied. She gently picked up the notepad and read it a few times, plainly confused. She looked over to the younger girl who seemed to be reading her own novel again. The pinkette scribbled a reply onto the next page of the octopus notepad.
'What is Miku?'
Sensing the woman had replied, Miku picked up the notepad and wrote back this time in kanji.
It read: 'Hatsune Miku.'
Luka realized this was the younger girl's name and knew it was her cue to give her own name back in response. She handed the notepad over to Miku this time, observing the few pages left.
'Megurine Luka'
The tealette gazed at the name for moments. Megurine Luka.
"Megurine…Luka."
She softly whispered Luka's name. The syllables rolled of the tip of her tongue easily. Her name was akin to a gentle melody, and Miku observed the meaning of Luka's name. The corners of her lips tugged into a warm smile as she wrote her a quick reply on a new page.
'Hehe. Both our last names relate to music!'
Luka read the note and noticed that indeed both their names had a character for 'sound' in them. Teal globes closed momentarily before she responded.
'Yes, I wonder if our ancestors were musicians in the past.'
Miku chuckled and pondered for a bit. Well, she would have to ask her parents about that. It didn't seem like anyone in her family were famous musicians. Heck, Miku only sang with her friends at karaoke. She made a mental note to ask her mom when she returned home.
'If they are, I wonder what instruments they played. I hope it was something cool! Like…like…well I don't know but I hope they played something awesome!'
Miku excitedly handed the notepad to Luka, happy to see this might be a long conversation. However, she stiffened when she noticed the older woman frown for a second. It turned out Miku had used up the last page of their exchange notepad.
The tealette waved her hands nervously.
"Ah-ah! I'm so sorry. I was so excited I forgot it was the last page! Wait a second-"
The younger girl quickly turned and rummaged through her school bag. She looked for something to write on. After moments of searching, she was frustrated to discover she brought nothing but her textbooks, a novel, and a pencil that day. Teal globes swiftly glanced to Luka, anxious by the facial expression of the older girl.
Miku didn't want to break their fun conversation game. She knew by now Luka was somewhat shy, and this was their comfortable way to speak with each other.
"I'm sorry…I don't have anything for us to write on…" The tealette sighed dejectedly and peered up at Luka.
For some reason, the older girl had a mixed expression on her face. It was hard to decipher. Miku was not sure what it meant. However, the pinkette clearly had a troubled countenance.
Was the notepad a memorial from someone?
Luka glanced at the younger girl, who seemed to frown in confusion by her appearance. The pinkette made a small fist. She wasn't sure what to do next. There's nothing else to write on. However, they both held the sentiment to continue the conversation. Ending it here would be a pity…but…She glanced at Miku again, who tilted her head at her in confusion. Her small brows furrowed, perplexed by the situation, and her teal globes a tad duller than before. Luka saw the younger girl biting her lip as if wanting to say something but not knowing what to say.
Luka smiled gently at Miku, yet the younger girl noticed a miniscule amount of sadness in the pinkette's bluish-green orbs. She watched as the older girl tucked away her pen and notepad. Then, Luka turned back to Miku and shifted her position to the younger girl. Sensing no hostility, Miku anticipated for their conversation to continue. Yet, it never happened.
At first she was perplexed, confused. However, Miku's eyes slowly widened, her breath hitched, and body stiffened.
Luka's arms slowly rose and with an air of hidden sorrow, the pinkette smiled lightly as she slowly traced out a few gestures in the atmosphere. Her slender digits waltzed in the air as she tried to clearly express her feelings to the younger girl before her. She wanted to glance away from the younger girl, but she resolutely kept her gaze on Miku.
Miku realized the truth.
All these times, it was not just a simple and fun conversation game. It was not a refreshing way to start a new friendship nor was it anything Miku thought of it to be.
Luka…Luka was really trying to communicate with Miku…in a way for Miku to best understand her. Now Miku understood why Luka would seem hesitant at times, or why she seemed so shy. She now saw why Luka always held a tinge of sadness underneath those teal globes of elegance and perfection.
Miku's chest tightened as the truth was exposed.
Luka…Luka cannot speak…
Note: Katakana and Kanji are writing systems in Japan. Basically, Miku had written her name in Katakana which basically had no meaning. By writing her name again in kanji Luka could tell Miku had written her a name and could also decipher the meaning of her name based on the Kanji.
A/N: Hopefully you all enjoy this story thus far. I haven't written for a long time, so I apologize for the errors.
Besides that, I'm actually curious to see how many of you thought this was going to be a kinky story, hm.
P.S. : Might be rated M later for further trolling.