A/N: Sorry for the delay. I've been banging my head against the wall on how to keep this as quality as possible. I figure this might be a multiple-shot type of deal, but it'll be a short story nonetheless. It's probably not the best chapter, but eeehhh.

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Designing, and her pitiful life were similar - in a few ways. There was a repetitive pattern that stubbornly latched onto its ways, and some actions could be mended with stitches as ugly scars from a spat. As her android would say, the design itself was beautiful no matter who put it together, or how many times it might have been stomped on and torn. The words were sweet, but it was far from what could quench her sorrow. It was parched.

Luka was entirely aware that there was different branches of designing. However, she only been presented with a few ideas of a profession nearly lost in the upbringing of technology. Art had been much more scarce even before her time. However, she was attracted to the idea of creating, but every source about it was stored away. It wasn't as if she could read anyway.

Her methods might have been old-fashioned, but she had found her passion in the loom inherited throughout her family. They were, in the purest form, Japanese until the mingling of multiple people had removed the concept of race almost completely. Yet she was told it wasn't an oriental contraption. The rest of its history remained unknown, but it never really mattered to her. Her hands glided across the room towards the bundle filled with yarn, and proceeded to weave.

Her late grandmother had once told her that weaving and spinning an image often determined the fate of another. As much as she didn't believe in superstition, she worked with the little yarn she had left to spare for awhile.

As she inspected the cloth, she could make out the little mistakes that she silently swore once caught. However, she ran her hand across it as if the palm of her hand could mend anything. The image itself: it was a young man heading off to war.

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A business man claimed she was a talented weaver. Like Athena. She didn't know who Athena was, and the man briskly explained the story of an arrogant weaver who challenged a goddess. It ended with karma, and the existence of spiders.

Though Luka's face flushed when being compared to a talented weaver like the goddess in the story, she couldn't help but think she was Arachne from the stories. A spider; hideous and unloved.

However, she anticipated the excuse that would escape from his lips. Thinking that he would accept her talents would be silly. She had learned long ago that compliments were spread few and thin, but even they couldn't assist her in succession. It was just a simple line said. He might as well say to others, but the meaning had been lost forever.

"You're a lovely woman with plenty of skill, but I'm afraid my company is not in need of a designer."

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"Luka, did you hear what happened?" Her father was looking at the newspaper, but he did not look up. She was accustomed to not seeing his face. Sometimes she had forgotten his features yet the pink hair still stood out. It was hers. It was her brother's. They inherited more than his namesake after all.

"No. What happened?" Death was common in the news, but it was inevitable in this world. Everyone seemed so hostile lately.

Her father always shared the bad news first, but it was different this time. "It seems a business is trying to make a comeback." He flipped a page. "The company for the Vocaloid-brand androids had gotten a new CEO."

Luka was surprised to hear the news seemed a little more positive. However, it was useless to think that way when the monopoly was only going to get even uglier with more competition. "What happened to the old CEO?"

"I heard he was a man named Mikuo Hatsune. He 'gave up' on this world the moment his company's reputation plummeted. Nasty rumors too; something about one of his androids killing someone - too proud, or somethin' to dismantle her though." Giving up. Her father did not like throwing around the actual term as if it would shelter his family from the troubles brewing outside. He did not continue on though as his face darkened from the thoughts.

"I see."

He turned another page, but he looked up this time. She could barely catch the bored look that crossed his features. "How was the job fair? Any luck trying to gain the attention of any businesses before the androids take all of them?"

"No luck. The androids always seem to take jobs." she sighed as she picked at her nails. It was the same response. He should be accustomed to her misfortune.

"Well, relying on just your artistic talent won't do well in this world. You know that? Try learning something that can help you keep the clothes on your back before your mother kicks you out."

Her blood boiled at the lack of encouragement from her better parent, but she forced a smile and nodded. "Of course. How could I forget there are better jobs?"

Whether or not he heard the bitterness in her voice, he seemed satisfied with her answer nonetheless and continued to read.

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Luka was away at the time when the news had hit. Upon coming from, she could see her mother weeping as her father comforted the hag. The door creaked as she closed it from behind her, and those piercing blue eyes focused on her.

"It should have been you."

She learned later that her ambitious brother had been drafted into a war they did not believe in. He was still alive, but the entire family had fallen silent hours since the news had reached them. A letter was tightly held in her hand as she couldn't bring herself to read it. The dog sensed her emotions as he feebly approached his owner's sibling, and the woman gave him a light pat. Someone still had to take care of the dog.

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There was a downside to androids. They're so damn loyal. Luka had learned that lesson years ago, but sometimes it continued to surprise her. The one she housed in the one building that would expel her lingered at a distance, but it was hard to look at her. The guild had yet to subside, but it wasn't just that. There was no happy endings no matter how hard she tried to suppress how she felt in the heat of the moment.

The girl continued to smile with a wanting in her eyes that only tugged at her own desires. Androids didn't have to deal with hormones as their bodies surpassed the state of puberty no matter their age. They resemble humans, but they were far from real. The revelation only reminded her of last week as she wavered between a craving for another session, and a continued disgust for her own self.

Miku decided to enter her room again. It did not come as a surprise that the girl had lacked enough manners not to knock, but Luka was dressed and prepared for unexpected company as usual. Her face flushed just imagining other circumstances, but the android cleared her throat to grab the attention of her mistress. She wordlessly held up an ad where a building in the small town needed a tenant. The cost's potential circumstance could have been from the lack of attention to it. The building looked as if it was on the verge of collapsing. The landowner around the area was rumored to be harsh. Luka checked the date. It had been for sale for awhile. However, the rent was dirt cheap.

It nerved her how the news appeared out of the blue, but Miku was giving her a heads up. Luka couldn't help, but bite her bottom lip as she asked, "Are you planning on moving out"

The android's eyes would have wanted to bulge out as shook her head vehemently, clearly offended by the question. "No! This is a good start to helping you start up a business."

The weaver was a calm, and collected human being. Any composure she had left went down the drain as she stared in disbelief "W-what?"

"Is master unhappy?" Miku frowned as her metal eyes seem to look even more pathetic. "If master's unhappy. Miku's unhappy."

"It's not that." Luka said, but she couldn't help but wonder why the masculine pronouns were used on her. The subject changed with the following words: "Why do you keep calling me 'master'?"

It caught the android off-guard, but it pulled her out of whatever trance she might have been in. Her face seemed emotionless as an android's face normally was. "Mistress. Is my mistress unhappy?"

Before Luka had gotten an opportunity to speak, Miku made her way towards the woman as she gently grasped both hands between her own, and swung them from side-to-side. A small giggle escaped her as if nothing had ever occured to dampen her mood. She took her hands off the other pair as she pressed the paper against one of them. Luka's own hand closed around the flyer as she hesitantly pulled away as if her own body tasted fire.

"Please consider. You could be rich! You're so talented, and resilient." The latter word the android relished greatly. "I could help you."

"Miku," Luka found her words as she sternly spoke her android's name. She could see the girl frown at the tone of voice being used with her. "We can't start a business. Two young girls - one an android - trying to make a living in this world is impossible. It's only possible for those men who are capable of reading, and writing. All of that bullshit that education can be for the rich. I can barely sell anything as it is. Why bother?"

"I'm an android like you said!" Miku chirped as she leaned in. Her teal eyes seemed alive, just for a second. "I could use the computer-thingy in my head to help us figure out how to get started. You could be famous. We can do it!"

The idea sounded impossible, but Miku was determined. There was no way she could sway her from stopping once she had gotten started.