Author's notice: I hope you enjoy my fanfic and I'll try to make it as funny as I can. Some of the chapters may have contents of a few Vocaloid songs you may know, but I will inform you that they do not belong to me and the story will not be much of a song fic.

Disclaimer – I do not own Vocaloid or any of songs used.

Just Be Friends by Dixie Flatline

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"Could you look over here, please?"

She turned her face away.

SNAP!

"Can you show me a smile?"

Instead, she pouted her rosy angel lips cutely.

FLASH!

"Love the camera, Lulu!"

A death glare darted at the nervous photographer.

"WHAT THE FUDGE? AHHHHHHHH!"

"Luka, you got to calm yourself down in front of the paparazzi," her manager Kaito sighed and pushed the magazine towards the pink haired woman.

"That photographer should have known better than to mess with me," Luka scowled even wider when she caught a glimpse of the bold heading on the top: WHAT THE FUDGE? PSYCHO DIVA MEGURINE LUKA MAULS INNOCENT PHOTOGRAPHER TO DEATH AT RED CARPET AWARD CEREMONY? That guy was far from being innocent. Luka frowned as she remembered he's the same photographer that tried to take pictures of her in the shower and other female celebrities not fully clothed. The pink haired woman curved her lip a bit when she saw the picture of her clawing the pitiful photographer's eyes out with her fine manicured, aqua painted nails.

"Luka-san, you still cannot keep doing this," he chastised. "You just started four months ago and people are already thinking badly of you. Just two weeks ago, you threw a chair at a famous movie director!"

"Hey, I found salmon in my dressing room instead of tuna," Luka shrugged. "Everyone knows I hate salmon."

"Please, Luka. Just promise me you won't do anything violent or impulsive in front of the press. You need positive attention, not this," her blue haired manager grimaced at the bloody sight on the cover. She's such a violent woman… He shivered. This is why he doesn't mess with the PINKY DIVA.

"Hmmph," Luka scoffed. "Alright, I'll try to be good."

"That's all I ask for," he rubbed his temples. "Please go to your rehearsal. You need to finish recording your new single as soon as possible."

"You can't rush art," Luka answered bluntly while getting up from her seat to walk out of her manager's office.

As soon as he heard the thud of his door closed, he groaned to his assistant, "Sonika-san, I need some aspirin…"

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"Okay, let's take it from the top!"

The upbeat song played and seemed it would be a happy song.

Luka sang when it was her cue for the intro.

Just be friends All we gotta do
Just be friends It's time to say goodbye
Just be friends All we gotta do
Just be friends Just be friends...

She sounded so melodiously and the room was surrounded by her serene, soothing voice that didn't seem to match the cold heart woman singing behind the glass window. Some of the staff blushed as she sang the high notes with such passion. So pretty… They all drooled.

The chorus played and some of the staff had tears in their eyes as they listen carefully to the lyrics and her resounding voice.

koe wo karashite sakenda
hankyou zankyou munashiku hibiku

Just as Luka was singing the first line of the bridge, the producer shouted out, "CUT THE MUSIC!" The catchy song abruptly stopped and the pink haired woman once again glared with her lovely aquamarine eyes.

"What gives, Leon?" Luka tapped her foot impatiently.

Typical diva attitude. The blond haired producer rolled his eyes. He replied, "You're missing the emotion. Where's the longing and the sadness? Don't let the beat of the song fool you."

"I was singing it just fine," Luka coldly answered and crossed her arms. I know heartbreak, you yellow wise ass!

"You sang beautifully, but you lack something," Leon frowned.

"You just said I sang beautifully," Luka scowled back. "How is there a flaw? And what is something?" Her voice hinted a sneer.

"I don't know, Miss Megurine," he retorted back. "But I'm guessing it has to do with that little attitude of yours."

You retarded asshole! Luka gritted her teeth. He doesn't know anything. How dare you call yourself a connoisseur of music, Mr. I-only-had-a-one-hit-single-that-no-one-even-remembers-anymore!

"Until you get over your diva behavior, I will not listen to you any further," the blond producer took off his headphones. "I guess your new single will just have to delay."

Go to Hell's deepest pit and rot there for all eternity, bastard! "Screw you," Luka managed to spat out and then stormed to the exit door. She twisted the knob and opened the door to see a purple haired man gawking at her.

"You're quite attractive in person," he smiled brightly.

Pervert! "Get the Hell out of my way!" Luka shoved him and rushed out before the paparazzi could catch a glimpse of the mad expression on her face. The purple haired man raised a brow at the pink haired woman running from him before looking at the producer.

"Mr. Kamui, I'm so grateful to see you here again," Leon beamed with appreciated joy.

"Oh please, Leon! You know me so well! Just call me Gakupo!" he smiled brightly. "By the way, was that Megurine Luka I just saw?"

"Ah yes, she's a troublesome artist," the blond muttered. "She got upset after I told her that her song needs some work."

"Do you still have a recording of it?"

"Right here," he pressed the replay button and recording of "Just be Friends" once again filled the room.

Luka does sing nicely without the editing. Gakupo noted. Something's off though…

"She's a good singer and is a pretty girl, but she's damn uptight," Leon complained. "This song is inspiring and I'm surprised she wrote it herself. I see opportunity coming up for this girl. Can't you help her out, Gakupo?"

Gakupo chuckled, "I don't know. Don't you think I might ruin her reputation by annoying her rather than help her?"

The blond haired man smirked, "Piss her off? Maybe a bit. Help her? Definitely a yes. I don't think she's really a diva. I feel she's stressed out, but I believe there's a much more sincere side to her."

"She might kill me in process. I just read the article about the mauled photographer," Gakupo grinned.

"Oh, I don't think she can. I mean, who can resist you, Kamui Gakupo?"

"Good point," the purple haired man agreed conceitedly and they both laughed. The purple haired man's eyes trailed to the coffee table where he saw the clutter of her keys with a pink octopus keychain. "Aren't those Luka's keys?"

"I guess so. You better give them to her. It's going to pour later," Leon shook his head. "One thing I know for sure is Luka hates the rain. Better hurry to her, Gakupo."

"I got it," he nodded and grabbed the keys and an umbrella on his way out through the door.

Luka growled when she remembered she left her keys back in the studio. "Guess this means I got to leave my new Bentley here," Luka muttered. The clouds grew greyer like her mind was filled with negative thoughts. This is all Takashi's fault! If he didn't ruin my day with his stupid comment, I wouldn't be this pissed off! That retard doesn't know emotion! Her bottom lip quivered when she thought of the past. Please not again…

Luckily as well as unfortunately, a rain drop landed on her head. Oh God no. She mentally groaned and her frowned widened as more water was falling from the clouds. The soft shower of the rain became an upcoming downpour beating her down with its pelting liquid. Luka bit her lip and walked. She thanked herself that she didn't wear any makeup today or else she would look completely hideous from the rain.

Why does everything suck? She resisted sobbing out loud.

Flashback:

"I-I don't understand," Luka trembled.

The dark haired boy sighed, "I know it's hard to understand at first, but we'll be happier soon." It was going to end harder than he planned.

"But I'm happy with you," she cried. He softened his expression as he never liked to see her cry.

"I'm sorry Luka. Someday you'll understand… my friend," he quickly confessed and walked away without looking back at the crying pink haired girl.

End of Flashback

"Hello, Miss Luka." She snapped out of her reminisce to turn her head towards the baritone male's voice and frowned. She saw Gakupo all dry and perfect looking under his wide black umbrella that shielded the rain from his godlike body. Luka glared at him with envy.

"Oh, it's you," she scoffed. How can I forget that insanely long purple hair and weird shade of purple eyes? Her teeth chattered, "Would you just leave me alone?"

"No and I have a name, you know?" he grimaced. What's with this, woman? He replied, "I apologize for not properly introducing myself before. My name is Kamui Gakupo and you need to get out of this rain, Luka-san."

"Great, now I have more information that I can care less about," Luka rolled her eyes. "I don't need your damn opinion. Just go away."

Stubborn! Gakupo mentally fumed, but calmly responded, "You seem bothered today."

"Gee, thanks for noticing the obvious," she muttered. "Now I can get on with my pathetic life." As she was about to walk away, Gakupo hastily grabbed her wrist.

"Wait," his voice dropped an octave. Luka shivered slightly from the cold and his tone. Odd… Unknown warmth spread to her cheeks. "I only want to help you."

"Let go of me, Kamui-san," she gritted through her teeth. I hope no one sees us… "Thanks, but no thanks for I can take care of myself. Now goodbye!"

"Why are you leaving so soon?" the purpled haired man looked concerned at the drenched Luka. He tried to take a step close to her to let the umbrella cover her until she glared at him that caused him to withdraw.

"Because we have nothing to talk about, Kamui-san," she replied icily and snatched her wrist back. "You and I aren't even acquaintances and I would like it to stay that way!"

He was speechless from her coldness and managed to inquire, "…Why are you like this?"

She hesitated to reply, but answered, "I don't need to tell you…" her pink bangs fell over her pretty face. Please just stay away, Kamui-san… Far away enough that you can't know me…

"I won't hurt you," he whispered, trying to take another step closer.

"No," she flinched and back away from him. Just get away from me…

"Lu-"

"Just quit saying my name, already!" she cried out. Luckily it was pouring so Gakupo couldn't tell the difference between raindrops and teardrops.

"I'm just trying to help you," Gakupo said seriously. "You need to trust me, Luka-san."

"Oh no, I'm not trusting anyone anymore, damn it!" Luka shook her head and more tears mixed with the rain fell from her long pink hair. "Just GO AWAY!" She started to back up.

"Luka!"

"No…" she whispered and continued backing up.

"But Luka," his voice hinted worry and frustration. Stop…

"No more, Kamui-san," she turned her head to the direction of her home, but dozens of blinding lights from a large crowd that was simultaneously speaking and asking hundreds of questions began to close in on the pink haired woman. "Just get away!" Luka covered her ears as they were getting closer. How deafening to hear so many voices. "Please go-"The flashes of photographers blinded her to see white. She felt someone's hand reaching for her as she fell into complete darkness…

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"Luka," his low voice breathed. "Are you awake?"

She refused to crack open an eye and continued to be silent. A sigh replied her action, which made her slightly satisfied. Finally he's gone. She faintly smiled and buried her face into the plush warmth beneath her head. It felt so soft, but how she couldn't put her finger of what it was…

I didn't know my hotel room maid already changed the pillows. She thought and breathed in the scent. The aroma of lavender filled her nostrils. Wait a minute. No one knows I like the scent of lavender… Next, she cuddled against the strange object and earned a gentle pat on the head. Whoa, what the Hell? This time, she forced one eye to looking around her surroundings. This isn't my room!

Everything was purple and black elegant furniture rather than fluffy pink. The scent of lavender was even stronger in the air. If this isn't my room and this isn't my pillow, then what did I just – She was scared to look up and shuddered at the thought of a complete stranger.

Twitching, Luka's aquamarine eyes looked up to meet a pair of amethyst colored eyes. "Morning, sweetie!" he chirped.

It's even worse than a stranger! Luka couldn't help, but shriek out enough for maids and butlers working in the residence of the famous musician Kamui Gakupo!