Title: Just Another Mistake
Pairing: ?
Summary: It's been a year and Luka still isn't over her breakup, her best friend can't even help mask the pain. Now a shut-in, Luka barely lives, choosing instead to drift away. Who knew she was the perfect candidate for a specific, otherworldly being
Disclaimer: No no
A/N: An idea I had, and I'm not sure if I'm going to continue. It's a pretty humorous story, but when it starts to delve into Luka's past, it gets angsty. If you're looking for a linear Negitoro ride, then, well, you'll find it in splotches all through out the story. Watch out for the angsty pitfalls every now and then though. lol Also, I like to make up words, but if you find any blatant misspells or anything feel free to comment. I'm beta-less.
"Lulu, as much as I am a supportive friend, I would have to be a complete a-hole to support your current life style."
A feminine whine followed by a more not so feminine grunt, "I do not recall asking you to do such."
The brunette pauses, mid-kick step. She couldn't walk into the trash/junk infested apartment without spazzily kicking her feet out after each step to clear the way. She was honestly surprised she hadn't broken her neck yet. Bristling slightly at the dismissive tone directed at her, the brunette stomps/spazzily kick-steps to a halt in front of an immobile figure, coiled up in a large white and stained comforter. Tuffs of silky pink locks spread over the floor, off the bed, and wrapped around the in the sheets let the brunette know exactly who she's talking to.
"Yeah? Well I'm telling you anyways! This place is a frikin pigsty! How do you even get out the freaking door!?"
"I don't." The reply is just a muffle, and soon a head peeks out from under the sheets. The pinkette yawns, making sure to cover her mouth with a hand still wrapped in sheets, she is a proper young woman, despite the current setting.
She watches the brunette huff and mumble an 'I knew that already' under her breath, it's halfhearted and the pinkette merely rolls her eyes in response. She untangles herself from the blankets, careful of the random bottles and boxes scattered on her bed, and the floor below, and slowly emerges from it. If the setting wasn't a trash dump, she might've looked graceful, almost like a butterfly emerging from it's cocoon.
Long, pale limber legs are the first out, followed by nimble arms and piano fingers that finally give up and push the sheets and comforter to the ground. Once it's to the ground, it reveals a fit, curvy body. The pinkette then stands on the tips of her toes, arching her back with her arms raised high above her head, and a quiet sigh escapes her lips as she brushes her fingers through her hair, trying to tame the waist length of it.
A splutter, "Wha. Why the heck are you naked!? Put some frikkin clothes on! This isn't... isn't some morning porn show for God's skae!"
That doesn't even make sense.
Flinching at the sheer loudness of the brunettes voice, the woman rubs her face before looking at a clock that lay tilted on the messy nightstand near her bed, "No. Meiko, it's too early in the morning for your screaming… Aren't you supposed to be drunk somewhere at this time? Perhaps with that fine young man… Kaito was it?"
Meiko, the brunette, brushes a hand through her hair quickly. The light pink speckled over her cheeks turning into a light hue as she glances from her friends eyes to the floor, "I haven't heard from you in a while," A while meaning a couple dozen hours, "So I came to make sure you weren't dea—God, Luka, it's not like I'm a drunktard!"
"Of course you aren't."
The airy response only makes the brunette scowl. Luka strolls by her friend, having memorized where all the gaps between all the junk on her floor is she breezes through her messy room and easily slips into her en-suite bathroom. Unlike the rest of the house, the bathroom looks clean enough to eat in it. Awaiting her on a hanger is a fresh pair of clothes, a white sun dress, some red and black matching underwear and some other misc accessories. Without saying another word, and without closing the door, the pinkette slips into the shower.
Meiko yells over the sound of the shower, "Are you going somewhere today? Shi-chan and I were going to go bar hopping later."
"No, I had nothing planned, like yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that. Though I'm sure you now have something planned for me to do, like you did yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that as well."
A few silent minutes pass.
"Maybe we could go join whatserface with her mixer afterwards?"
Of course at that exact moment Luka had chosen to turn the shower off. Meiko's loud voice practically echoed in the bathroom, reverting off the walls. Furrowing her eyebrows in distaste, the pinkette slides out, toweling her body off lightly before beginning to slip into her undergarments.
Upon looking towards the door she spots a nervous looking Meiko, fiddling through one of her notebooks. Sighing heavily, she pushes the door open just as she's finished getting dressed. "Meiko, it's only been—"
"A year." Meiko interrupts, looking the pinkette in the eye, "It's been a year since that douchebag dumped you. You need to move on Lulu, make something of yourself. How could you let that scumbag screw with your life this much? How can you let them say stuff like this about you?"
Holding up the current issue of Persons magazine, in a box on the right corner shows a zoomed in, candid shot of Luka, looking over her shoulder while exiting a coffee shop. Her electric blue eyes hidden behind small squared glasses are red, unfocused and bleary. Her outfit, a pair of sweats, and a tank top with a hole in it, and not to mention her hair which is splayed all over the place. The bottom headline though, is what really packs the final punch,
'Young Starlet Megurine Luka Still Suffering Depression Caused By(?) Breaking Up With Her Last Boyfriend. Possibly Not Strong Enough To Deal With The Pain?'
Meiko huffs, angrily shoving the magazine close in the process, "Luka, you're one of the strongest people I know, and you always will be, but right now? Right now, you shouldn't be letting them say this, and you should be getting better, not letting yourself get worse."
Actually, they just caught me on laundry day. I don't wear shirts with holes in them… frequently.
Luka pushes the magazine away, sighing heavily, "I was never a star. Anyone, and everyone in the singing industry can have their fluke of success." She begins walking away, shoving the door to her room open to walk into her living room which looks almost as bad as her bed room. She continues trekking through a small path carved out of the junk, and gets to her front door. She just wants her coffee.
Once they're outside, and her house is locked, she begins walking towards Meiko's car, only to be stopped by a hand on her shoulder. The pinkette raises an eyebrow in response, Meiko looks her friend dead in the eye, and calmly she whispers, "Double Lariat."
"What?" Luka tiredly looks toward her friend, unsure of what to expect she takes a step back.
"Double Lariat, hit the top, it was your first single. The song about wanting to be just as good as the others in your industry." Meiko inhales, and slowly recounts, "Secret you created immediately after high school, when you were feeling the pressure of everyone wanting to know exactly why you held off on dating. My Baby Blue, was created after you fell in love for the first time. One More Kiss," She pauses, gauging Luka's expression. The pinkette had her eyes closed, merely listening, "Was made after you and Gakupo became an item. Go Google it you both wrote together ... Megurine Hime you made when you were feeling confident, Luka Luka Night Fever after a night of drunken fun. And then, finally, Just Be Friends. It was your last song, and one of your best Luka. You didn't just have fifteen minutes of fame. You made all these songs, plus more. You had five years of it, and it could continue if you would just stop letting him dictate your life even when you're not datin-"
Luka finally snaps, "Meiko!" The brunette in question recoils back onto her heels, eyes wide and Luka knows Meiko is aware with the possibility she went too far. Luka rubs her forehead, turns and makes her way towards the passengers seat. She's just so tired. "Just take me to get my freaking coffee."
Today turns out to be one of Luka's calm days. Meiko continues to bring it up, urge her in the right direction, but today, Luka just can't feel it. She doesn't snap at Meiko, she doesn't feel that angry. She just feels tired, sick of it. So she lets Meiko talk, only to interrupt her every now and then with a calm 'shut up'.
Luka knows she needs to do something, she doesn't need Meiko yelling it at her over coffee, or while she follows Meiko to shop for clothes. But she doesn't want to do something. She wants to go home, and huddle under a blanket, and maybe listen to the tv and eat microwave udon. Instead she has to go out with Meiko, and act like a human, and try to ignore all the staring and inquisitive looks. She still exists. Luka is also pretty certain they never wrote an article about her being dead, so she wonders, how is it every time she goes out, people are shocked to even see her?
The expressions of shock, and awe, and 'how are you even still here', make her want to move cities. She knows though, she can never escape it.
Meiko stops her talking for a minute, whether or not because she's noticed Luka isn't listening, Luka doesn't know, "Hey Luka?"
"Mn." Luka looks over her shoulder, out the glass window, trying to ignore the other customers in clothing store.
"You're going to go with me to the mixer tonight, right?"
It's moments like these where Luka wishes she thought about herself more. Luka wishes she could be selfish, wishes she didn't care so much. Looking up into Meiko's usually wild, chocolate eyes, only to see a very soft and timid look, Luka knows she can't say no. Like how she can never say no. And if Luka wasn't so certain that Meiko wasn't the kind of person to puppy-eye someone into doing something, she would be certain she wouldn't even feel remotely bad for saying no. She doesn't want to go to the mixer though. She doesn't want a new boyfriend. She doesn't want to give in, and be so selfless. She just wants to sit around at home. But the more she looks at Meiko, the more she feels like she has too. Not get a boyfriend, not interact with anyone there, but go there and maybe hope Meiko can meet someone. Someone else who is actually living, and isn't just drifting.
Luka has her own problems, but she still cares about her friends problems. Meiko's problem, to her, has always been an enigma Maybe. Just maybe. She can finally be free of that problem.
"Yes, yes I guess I am. Like usual."
When Meiko breaks out into a face splitting grin, Luka feels the slightest bit better.
The good feeling had lasted about two hours after that, so up until Meiko dropped her off at home, claiming she had to go change. Luka had ambled into her house, collapsed on her bed, and promptly started stressing over having to be in a big crowd of people. People who were very likely to try to hit on her. People who would talk, people who would ask things. People who would be people.
Ever since she started being a shut in, a very mediocre one, it was like she very slowly started getting things she never thought she'd have. Anxiety fear of people, things that at a time, she would have never dreamed she'd have. But now she has some of these things so badly, that even if she wanted to leave her house and get a new job, or anything, she wonders if she'd even last an hour by herself.
Just what I'd like, to stress myself into oblivion while trying to get a job at Mc Donalds.
Luka curls in on herself, her pink hair fanning out on the bed behind her, wishing she could have the balls (as Meiko would say) to call her brunette friend up and cancel. She just couldn't though. Her first mixer in close to four years. How could she have just said yes like that?
Simply. Selflessly. Like an idiot.
Even in times of doubt however, like now, Luka tries to draw from a very small reserve of confidence and strength within. A tiny well buried deep within, that's close to empty, that at times in need she can draw from. Willing herself to get up, Luka makes her way to her closet and swings it open. "It's a mixer, people mix, all I have to do is make myself so unnoticeable, that no one will want to get to know me."
So, basically, all I have to do is act myself, and wear my normal clothes.
Without remorse and without care, Luka pulls out her favorite maroon and grey tracksuit. With a nod to herself, Luka readies herself for the mixer. Meiko could rave and rant about it later.
A/N: Decided to split my one chapter into two, ahh, two chapters.