Why hello there. It's only been a few days since I've published the first chapter of Oh, the Regret, but I'm getting more and more active lately. (Whenever I get reviews, I become active.) I admit, I'm starting to spend more and more time on than Quizilla.
I'm still obsessed with "Owata!". But anyway. If you guys have any requests to my writing—that is, constructive criticism—I'll be happy to accept it. I'll work hard. ^.^
Other than that…sorry to keep ya waiting.~
And then she saw the mess of the house from a crack between Meiko's and Kaito's heads. Even through that little crack, she could see the clutter. She could feel the words, the regret of ever leaving this house when Len and Rin were plotting, and the repulse bubbling up inside her.
Chappie 2
The first thing Luka did when she saw this was to drug Miku, Meiko, Kaito, and Gakupo, making them fall into a drug-induced sleep. After a few harmless scientific experiments on them (doing no damage whatsoever), she found out that what Len had done was slip some sake into their food. The thing was, he asked Meiko to taste the food if it was "alright".
Well, Meiko was used to large amounts of sake, so that small teensy weensy bit didn't bother her at all. Well, Len became flustered and added more and more, until it was a full bottle of beer in each of the Vocaloids' plates (minus his, of course, and Rin's and Luka's).
Well, Miku and Gakupo were not used to such large amounts of sake. So they began acting…weird. But Kaito, who had been drinking a lot of sake for many nights with Meiko now, did not get any effect—Meiko didn't either. So Len put much more in their plates. Luka hadn't figured out exactly how much more though. Agh, more scientific expressions…
Luka laid down her pencil. It had been hours since Rin and Len went away to Neru's. The clock now read "8:00 P.M.".
Where are those idiots? Luka wondered. Did they really think that she'd remain mad at them after four hours? Well, she was still mad, but she was also beginning to get worried. It was getting dark—no, scratch that—it was already dark outside. Len wasn't very good at driving and avoiding the police after dark, that was for sure. Unless they planned to stay overnight…
Luka sighed and rubbed her forehead. This was getting annoying, and her head were starting to throb. I'll do this tomorrow. Hopefully they'll all be fine by then…
The moment Gakupo woke up from his sleep, pain shot into his temples. He moaned and leaned forward, his knees supporting his cheeks, and he rubbed the spots where the pain hit.
Shit. I have migraines.
Gakupo sat there for ten minutes or so, his left hand massaging his tender spots and his right hand drawing random squiggles and lines on the floor.
I can't quite remember anything from yesterday…but I do remember tasting something Len cooked that was absolutely gross…
Gakupo moaned again. He was getting dizzy from staring at his feet, and the blood rushing to his head was too much. He raised his head a bit, but the base of his neck—where the spine began—started to hurt. Gakupo vaguely wondered if the thing Len cooked (which most definitely had contained bananas, and a foreign ingredient that he wasn't used to) had made one of the disks in his spine enlarge. But then he shoved down the thought. Len's nice…
Suddenly the door clicked open. Gakupo's violet eyes flicked to the figure at the door. Funny, he thought. That person's fuzzy. Or maybe it's my vision…
He couldn't think clearly yet. Evidently the figure knew that he wasn't in the best position at the moment, because it tiptoed over him. Like he was dangerous or something.
"Drink," it whispered in a raspy, but still womanly voice. Gakupo felt a scalding liquid being poured down his throat. He hadn't noticed that before that it hurt. With a metallic taste in it, like he'd been running for hours in really cold air, all while breathing through his mouth. Suddenly he smelled tuna.
Tuna? I don't remember anyone cooking tuna…
A light pink color flew in front of his eyes. His vision was getting clearer now. He could see…knee-length black boots…a long black skirt with gold trim…a high-necked black top with gold trim and a golden medieval pin at the throat…and…pink hair? Aquamarine eyes? A brown-and-gold headband?
Huh. Looks like Luka…
His eyes flicked to her lips. Prominent, luscious lips. Perfectly glossed and ready to be kissed.
Suddenly the lips opened. What was she going to say? "Oh, Gakku-chan, I'd be honored to kiss you~"? "Gakupo, let me close and I'll whisper sweet things in your ear"? These romantic thoughts flew through his head. And then, her voice spoke—if he wasn't mistaken, she was speaking rather shrilly…
"Wake up, you damn idiot! Stop staring at me like that! You're not crazy! Wait…are you?"
…?
Okay, that was definitely Luka. Gakupo opened his mouth just when he got a witty answer, but all that came out of his mouth was a croak. A pathetic croak…
Luka took a deep breath. "Okay, Gakupo. Repeat after me. 'Hello'."
Gakupo felt slightly offended at this. Of course he could speak properly. It was just that…uh…let's just say his throat wasn't the least cooperative this morning. Damn, Len's cooking must've damaged my throat… Wait. Damaged his throat? That meant…that meant that his pristine voice was gone!
"LEN! DAMN YOU!" he yelled with such venom in his voice that Luka sort of shied away a bit.
"That was unexpected," she said nervously.
Gakupo coughed. Apparently this yell was way too much for his throat. It must convalesce…
"I jus' *hack* need a bit o' *cough* res' and I'll be *gasp* all fine *cough cough*," he said in a low voice. "Be wis' you in a…"
"YOU'RE TALKING DRUNK LANGUAGE!" she said, alarmed.
Gakupo had never once heard of such a thing as "drunk language".
" 'Scuse meh?"
There was a pause.
"Ehh?"
Finally Luka said, "I'll go check on Miku."
Gakupo watched as she got up (so gracefully!) and walked (so swanlike!) to the door and opened it (so smoothly!) and disappeared…so very Luka-like, with a ton of innocent hip movement and…Gakupo was ashamed to admit this…boinging.
