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Interviewer by Luka watch?v=NpU4dsXW6EI

I was merely repeating Luka's song for three straight days and now this happens. Hope you enjoy this crappy story.

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Lying face down on the floor, a tall and slender pink-haired girl grumbled as she struggled to stand up.

She's been laying on her light blue carpet for 14 whole hours now, her pink hair messy and full of tangles. All night long she's been finding the best and most comfortable position to sleep, but to no avail. Tossing and turning all night long, hopefully gaining the sleep she needed.

I should've slept on my bed, but what difference does it make? she bitterly thought.

"Haah…" letting out a huge sigh. It was cold and her muscle movements were still a bit limited. In every motion that she made, bones cracking were heard.

Maybe lying on my carpet wasn't such a good idea.

Sluggishly getting up, she tumbled over her own two feet. Ridiculous. Her muscle coordination was a bit off. Good thing the carpet cushioned her fall and decreased the impact.

"Oof!" she landed with a loud thud.

She wasn't exactly a morning person. Crawling out of her room and expecting to trip again, she carefully went downstairs to cook herself breakfast. Not even bothering to fix herself since she's practically all alone in this huge house. Silence being her only companion. Opening the fridge, she rummaged around not knowing what to look for. Seizing her favorite pink cup engraved with bright pink letters that read 'Luka-nyan', she began pouring coffee.

Letting her head tilt backwards and released a huge yawn, her eyes begun to adjust to the brightness of the kitchen. At this time of the day, her brain can't process stuff yet, or to be precise, Luka's in a daze. But fortunately, even though her mind is blank, her body remembers what to do, for example to cook food.

"Hmm~" softly humming to her song while blankly staring down at what looked like slightly burnt eggs, bacon and tuna, the aroma of this unhealthy breakfast enveloped the whole kitchen.

Drool~

The sudden stimulation that came from the aroma made Luka drool uncontrollably.

Finally, she returned to normal. It always took a while before she can function normally again. Little by little she ate the seemingly edible breakfast, finished off her very bitter coffee and started to lazily go back up her room.

Gradually opening her door, a cold breeze entered the room. This sent chills to Luka's spine. It may be spring, but the winter still hasn't left entirely. The cold winds passing by were proof. While stretching her arms up, Luka suddenly remembered to purchase the game she had waited for the past 5 months.

"The new P***mon game is released today! I have to get myself one, or maybe two just in case!" with fiery determination, she cleaned her messy room in a flash, fixed herself and brushed her very tangled hair.

While looking at the mirror she kept noticing huge dark circles surrounding her blood-shot eyes. It never bothered her that she looked like this. Luka liked her appearance. Her face showed no signs of even the slightest emotion.

I look like a panda, an adorable panda if I do say so myself.

Luka's the type of person that keeps a very low profile. Not wanting others to notice her existence, to quietly live her life as she pleases. Abiding to the rules you give to yourself and not listening to others' opinion. Believing that no other person can give you happiness, only yourself. And besides, she was the silent-type, at every instance she is expressionless but that doesn't mean she doesn't care.

"And here I thought I could get a good night's sleep…" Luka said as she scratched her head. She picked out the most comfortable outfit that her hands could reach. A simple long sleeved shirt and skinny jeans. Grabbing her white jacket from the huge wardrobe, Luka began running downstairs with great speed.

"I better hurry or else!" the thought of not owning the game terrified her. Grabbing the doorknob, she completely forgot the most important thing; her wallet.

Luka closed her eyes and sighed. This is not my day. Dragging her legs towards the staircase, she could feel the sleepiness kick in. No, not this time. The sudden burst of energy only lasted a few minutes and it was now taking its toll. The caffeine she ingested a while ago had also dried out. Holding on to the railings of the stairs, step by step Luka slowly climbed, her footsteps echoing throughout the whole mansion.

Searching for the wallet, she tried her best not to lie down her bed and sleep it off. I better take it slowly…. She peered over her bed, it looked do soft, so fluffy, so very tempting. It seems as though the bed was seducing her to leave her game and hit the hay. Luckily, she found her wallet before her hands reached the edge of her king-sized bed. It took a solid 15 minutes to search for the damn wallet.

Locking the door behind her, she was greeted by the wind with a cold welcome. It sent chills to her entire body; it was still too early to go outside without any extra clothing. Her hands were freezing and before she knew it, she felt numb.

Adjusting her hood, Luka started to walk. Looking up the blue sky, she pondered about many things. It was pretty rare for her to be awake at this time of the day because usually around this hour, Luka would be asleep, cuddled and tucked within the comforts of her king-sized bed. When was the last time I slept like that? Just thinking about it made her head hurt. To be exact, when was the last time I slept? As she begun rubbing her temples.

"What should my starter be?"

Dodging the question she asked herself earlier. I shouldn't ask myself stupid questions, especially questions I know I can't answer.

"Considering the major of my starters were always water, I want to try a new one. I guess I could live with that."

Turning left to the destination, fluttering cherry blossoms were scattered almost everywhere. It's spring alright. The sweet fragrance of cherry enveloped the whole area. Sweet. So very sweet.

"Hey look at that girl!" a voice crept up her ear. A sudden jolt froze Luka at her tracks. High school students were everywhere. The store was near a very prestigious academy called Crypton Academy, what an inconvenient place for it to be. She kept her cool composure.

Is it me? Were they talking about me? It can't be… "What is she doing?" another voice spoke. Have I done something wrong? Standing like a statue, she couldn't dare to move. Is there something on my face? Luka began touching her face consciously, patting every corner to check if there's anything wrong.

Keep calm. They must be talking about someone else. Yes. That's probably it. They couldn't possibly notice me. My presence is as low as an ant's. She began comforting herself with re-assuring answers.

After the students passed by, Luka carefully took a step forward. Step by step, taking it slowly as possible, so I won't acquire more attention.

"I better hurry…"

Without a second's warning, she bumped into something along the way.

"What the f-" her voice trailed off without losing her cool composure.

She couldn't find the right words to express what she's seeing right now. Her brain practically stopped from processing all information. Never in her life would she ever imagine to encounter this.

In a corner, there was a girl, a student from the academy, covered in a ridiculous amount of cherry blossoms. She must have been there for quite some time now, considering the huge amount of cherry blossoms covering her.

Luka cautiously bent down and brushed off the cherry blossoms covering the girl to take a good look. She was asleep, in the middle of the sidewalk. She perfectly sat in a corner where no one could hardly notice, unfortunately the voices proved otherwise. The student had long teal coloured hair that was tied into twin tails; she must be around 16 years old or so.

DING DONG. CLANG CLONG boomed the school bell. It was time for class, every student rushing towards the main entrance. They were closing the gate.

I better wake this girl up before she's late for class.

Making sure that not a single soul was around, Luka poked the girl.

POKE.

Preparing for a scream, she was left dismayed. There was no reaction. None. She was sound asleep. Unbelievable.

"H-h-hey… W-wake up… Your… c-class is ab-b-bout to s-s-tart now…" she began to stutter.

Honestly, I can't remember the last time I started a conversation with another human being. Luka poked her again, and still no response, sleeping soundly without a care in the world.

Scanning for anything that could give her any information about this girl, Luka checked her bag. No one's here and I'm not a thief or anything. Observing closely, she had her ID, "Hatsune. Miku." She also had her address.

Returning what she obtained, she silently shut her bag and continued to her destination.

"I should get my game now…" Then stopped and turned her head to the girl.

"…but I can't just leave her like that." She's in danger of getting sexually harassed or something… Luka started to pace back and forth, mulling over on what to accomplish.

Gathering all her previous data on playing Visual Novels, the best option would be to take her home. Playing VNs were her favorite pastime and sometimes, these kinds of games enlighten her to areas that she has yet to discover herself. In short, she is a closet otaku. Yeah. That could work.

Luka nervously placed her hands on the girl's shoulders. Then a sudden question popped out of her head. HOW?

A sweatdrop trickled down. I can't just carry someone without expecting people to give me cold stares. Or even worse, trying to explain how I found her in the first place.

"What now?"

Throwing her arms up in the air and silently cursed under her breath, Luka sat down next to the girl, examining her body from head to toe. Her eyes investigating every inch.

With her age she hasn't got much to show, a late bloomer I see. But that would be fine; she can compensate that with her cute face. She's very pretty indeed; I bet lots of boys confess to her every now and then.

She has long eyelashes that shimmer in sunlight, her teal-coloured hair swaying at the mercy of the wind.

"You're pretty cute you know, Hatsune-san." she unexpectedly said out loud. It was as if, words came out subconsciously.

There was no point in talking to her but that's what makes Luka comfortable in speaking to her. With her right hand, Luka ran her fingers through her silky hair and it smelled like cherry blossoms.

She shook her head. Her aura gave Luka the sense of comfort… that she's been longing for… for a very long time.

Kakegae no nai inochi dato hayari no uta wa iu keredo~

(Popular songs always tell us that our lives are irreplaceable,)

Dareka ga boku to kawattete mo dare mo komari wa shinai…

(…but even if someone were to take my place, I'm sure no one would probably even notice.)

Ahhh… Yes, even if it were to be… You too will… Surely…She fervently shook her head.

I shouldn't even think about these things.

"You know, your record's gonna be stained with this itty bitty absence of yours." Luka continued having a conversation. Despite the fact that she usually avoided any contact from others, this was an exception.

"Hatsune-san, wake up now." She took hold of her slim shoulder and shook her gently.

Unconsciously, Luka began to shift closer to her. She smells so nice. Luka tenderly took her slim hand. It's so soft.

Intertwining her fingers with Miku's delicate fingers, Luka then buried her face into her hair and quickly pulled away. I'm getting very sleepy with her around me. The sleep she yearns for quite some time now.

"Heh~" Luka laughed. It was the first time for so many months. She began smiling, but it quickly faded.

Maybe… Just maybe… Slowly standing up, Luka bent down and ruffled Miku's hair.

"I've got no other option do I? I just can't leave her like that." She brought her lips close to the girl's ear.

"Please forgive me." Luka whispered to her. With her words, Miku began to mumble.

"Mmmmnn…" Luka tilted her head, waiting for more response, but sadly it was the only thing Miku could do.

With a sigh, Luka bent down and with great caution; put her left arm under the girl's legs, giving support her lower body and placed Miku's bag on to her stomach. Gently placing her other arm to the girl's back, she carefully carried her.

"Despite your petite body, you sure are heavy Hatsune-san." She said without batting an eye.

If my memory serves me right, this is called the 'Bridal Carry'. Remembering the address, Luka secured her grasp and thus began her completely unexpected journey to God knows where.