Chapter 2 is finally here.
I have to say, I was overwhelmed with the quantity of reviews I received for the first chapter, so I just want to say thanks to everyone who left one, they were very much appreciated.
This is the last one I'll be doing for quite some time, so I hope it's enough to last you the three or so weeks until I update again. Enjoy.
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The heavy, gold finished doors came together, completely obscuring the view of the tealette. Luka backed into the corner, her chest was visibly rising with each deep inhalation. "Not again Luka." She whispered to herself. "You can't go down that road again." Luka suffered a series of short and sharp flashbacks; dirty memories of her past.
After calming herself down to the point where her breath was no longer audible, she looked at the floor indicator, it read 17. "Seventeen more floors in this expensive sweat box." She thought. In actuality the elevator was air conditioned and maintained at a low, comfortable temperature. The heat Luka felt was from herself. Her whole body had blushed at the thoughts she experienced during her intimate moment with Miku. "How can I be attracted to her?" She mumbled. "She's only a kid, what am I thinking?"
Luka started pacing nervously, her mind was battling with itself and the rational side was quite quickly losing the fight. She began to imagine scenarios in which she was holding Miku, scenarios in which she was kissing Miku. The thoughts running through her mind disgusted her to a great extent. "NO!" she shouted, thankfully no-one was around to hear. "That's sick Luka." She scolded herself. "You can't think like that."
A loud ding startled the flustered pinkette. She hastily straightened out her clothes and hair and started to make her way to the lobby door.
"Good afternoon miss." A tall, dark haired man said as he entered the elevator.
Luka, still in her flustered, self loathing state, was incapable of finding the words to respond with. "I, er… hello." She knew she sounded like a moron but she didn't care, her only focus was on getting home.
She walked out of the elevator a few steps, but was stopped in her tracks by a loud voice. "Wait." The man called out. "You're Miss Megurine, Hatsune-san's tutor."
Luka turned slowly to face him; he had his hand on the button which kept the door open. "… Yes, how did you know?"
"I'm Hatsune-san's butler and guard, so I saw your picture for security reasons." Constantine explained. "How did it go?"
Luka felt her cheeks heat up. "Fine, I have to go." She knew it was rude, but she just had to get out of there, and get away from Miku as soon as possible.
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Miku had been waiting at the door, hoping that Luka would return, but after a long minute she relinquished her efforts and resigned herself to the couch. "What was that about?" She asked herself. Having little social experience, Miku couldn't tell if what just happened was normal or not and she certainly couldn't identify a cause for Luka's behaviour. "Was it something I did?" She asked, just like last time, to herself. With the lack of human contact, Miku had grown accustomed to talking to herself; it felt normal to her and it went some way towards filling the gaping void of loneliness.
The tealette sunk deeper into the sofa, unaware that she was sitting where Luka had been only moments ago. She noticed a distinctive difference in the smell of the room. Her usually odourless apartment had been subtly imbued with Luka's perfume, and the place where Miku was sitting was the source of the intoxicating aroma. "Lukaaa." Miku blissfully breathed out after a long, strained inhalation of the surrounding air. The scent reminded Miku of the other woman; her face, her body, but most importantly to Miku, it reminded her of Luka's touch, the way her fingers had gently caressed her face, it reminded her of the warmth and affection behind Luka's touch.
The sound of the door handle moving roused Miku from her blissful state, a state in which she was remembering the events that occurred mere minutes ago. "Luka?" She meekly questioned, dearly hoping that the tall woman had returned.
"Who is Luka?" Constantine asked.
Miku's expression fell when she heard the voice of her butler. "Luka is my tutor." She explained.
He shut the door behind him and laid the dry cleaning on the table. "She lets you call her Luka?" He was confused at the informality. "She doesn't make you address her as Megurine-sensei?"
Miku shook her head. "No, she thought it would be better if we got to know each other better, dropping the formalities was her idea."
Constantine nodded in acceptance. "Sound's like a good idea to me, if it help you learn then why not." He put his briefcase and other belongings down and decided to catch up with the events of the day. "Talking about Luka, how did it go today?" He asked curiously as he took a seat next to Miku.
Miku smiled as she recalled the past four hours. "Amazing."
Constantine was genuinely surprised at this. "Amazing?" He inquired. "You usually hate new tutor day."
"I do usually, but Luka was just… amazing." She seemed to be in a trance like state whenever she spoke about the pinkette.
"Does this mean you won't be throwing any more tantrums or pulling any more pranks?" He asked Miku with a serious tone.
"They weren't tantrums." Miku tried to explain her relatively childish behaviour. "They were… momentary lapses."
Constantine chuckled at the tealette's excuses. "Well, whatever you want to call them, we shouldn't be expecting and more, right?"
"There shouldn't be, I think this one is a keeper." Miku replied. "We can keep her cant we?" She asked, slightly nervous at the prospect of losing Luka.
"Of course. We could have kept the first one; it's always been your decision to fire them." Constantine explained.
"I guess." Miku looked at the floor in embarrassment. "I never got on with them; they were so old and boring."
"You've got a point there." He conceded to Miku's statement. "Luka does seem a lot nicer, a lot friendlier."
Miku nodded politely until she realised what her butler had said after a few seconds. "Wait… have you met her?"
"Briefly in the lobby." He revealed. "She seemed as if she was in a rush so we didn't get a chance to chat." He scratched his chin as he recalled their meeting. "Come to think of it, she seemed really flustered, really embarrassed."
Miku's face lit up. She might now have some insight into the reason for Luka's sudden departure. "Embarrassed?"
"Yeah, she was in a serious hurry as well." He said as her rummaged through his briefcase. "You wouldn't happen to know about that would you?"
"Um- I'm not really sure, but I might have done something wrong, I think I might have offended her." Miku twiddled her thumbs nervously, hoping that what she said wasn't the case.
The dark haired main looked up from his paperwork. "What do you mean?" He inquired.
"Well, I don't know. Everything was going fine; we were chatting and getting along nicely." Miku started to explain. "But then I started crying and…"
"Why were you crying, did she hurt you." Constantine had instantly shifted into his hyper protective bodyguard mode. "I swear to god, she wont live another day if she even so much as touched one hair on your head."
"Whoa, it was nothing like that." Miku waved her hands defensively; successfully quelling the tall man's anger. "I cried because… well, because I'm lonely." She hated admitting this, it made her fell weak. "Anyway… Luka comforted me, but the left really abruptly saying that it wasn't fair on me or something."
"How strange." Constantine automatically responded as he rotated on the spot, seemingly surveying the surroundings for danger. He occasionally shifted anxiously, obviously still on edge about the false alarm.
"It was strange." Miku confirmed. "Does it sound like I did anything wrong to you?"
Constantine snapped out of his sentry procedure and sat back down next to Miku. "Not really. Maybe she's just not very good with emotions, maybe crying makes her uncomfortable." Constantine offered a feasible explanation.
"But then why did she try to comfort me. If she was uncomfortable then she wouldn't have even attempted in the first place." A confused Miku pointed out. "And what did she mean by 'it's not fair on you'?"
"I'm not really sure what to tell you Miku, maybe you should just ask her yourself tomorrow." He started to pack up his things. "Hurry up and get changed, you've got a recording session to get to, and I've got a meeting with your father."
Miku had completely ignored her butler's words. "But what if I weird her out again, I don't want her to leave like that again, she was almost in tears, it was so upsetting to see."
"Did you even listen to what I said? Stop babbling and get dressed, we've got to get to crypton as soon as possible." Constantine ordered in a harsh tone.
"Sorry Constantine." Miku apologized before scurrying off into her bedroom. She usually liked her butler; she had really warmed to him over the past few years, but it really annoyed Miku when he snapped at her. He was calm and collected one minute and was biting her head of in the next, his unpredictability always caught Miku off guard.
Sometimes she wished that her life wasn't so busy, that she wasn't a famous pop star, she wished her life could be easier. Nevertheless, she kept those thoughts to herself and obeyed Constantine's orders obediently. She got changed out of her uniform and was at her butler's side within seconds. "Let's go." She mumbled, silently wishing that Constantine was more emotionally connected, wishing that for once he would make an effort to actually listen to what was really bothering her.
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Luka was at a loss. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape the teal haired diva following her all across town. everywhere she looked she saw Miku, whether it was on a giant billboard, or on posters stuck on windows or on adverts on the side of a bus, the tealette was literally everywhere.
It especially annoyed Luka when she realised that the coffee shop she was waiting in had one of Miku's songs playing in the background. "I'll have a large black coffee to go please." Luka had planned on sitting in and relaxing, avoiding the images of the tealette, but no matter where went, it seemed that her efforts were in vain, Miku always managed to find her.
"That'll be ¥200 please." The barista spoke with a smile.
"¥200 for a coffee, are you serious?" Luka was incredulous at the price.
"You get a free Miku muffin with your drink." The lady reached under the glass and pulled out a muffin topped with vibrant teal frosting and an edible Miku face. "It's Miku month, we're giving them away." She offered the treat to Luka.
The pinkette really didn't want to take it, but it would look strange to decline a free muffin for no reason, especially in a town that was obsessed with the diva. "Thank you, very cute." She remarked as she took the treat and paid the bill.
As soon as she left the store she threw the vivid cake into the nearest trashcan. "I don't need any more reminders." She huffed as she made her way to her car. Her attempts at clearing her head had been a disaster, if anything; her trip into town had only made matters worse. It made her realise how much she missed Miku.
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"I'm home!" Luka shouted shakily. She knew that Miki would be dying to hear details of her day with Miku, details that Luka really didn't want to reveal. The pinkette knew she was a bad liar; her lies were as transparent as glass, and Miki could always see right through them.
"Luka, what took you so long.?" Miki asked as she bounded through the corridor into their living room. "It's five o'clock; I've been waiting for like an hour."
"Sorry kiddo, I was- er- my e-errands took a little l-longer today." She stuttered uncontrollably, just like she did with every other lie she told. "I'll get started on dinner."
"I don't care about dinner." Miki was about ready to explode. "I was waiting for you to tell me about Miku."
"Uh- she was, it's- she was great." Another bout of stutters further incriminated the pinkette. "What do you want to eat?" She asked in a feeble attempt to change to subject.
"I don't care about dinner, tell me about Miku." Miki was getting quite stropy with Luka's reluctance to share information. "Was she just as cool as she is on stage? Is her hair really teal? Is she even real?
"Yes, yes and yes. Now dinner, what do you want?" Luka was praying that her ahodged cousin to drop the subject.
Miki was beginning to see through the cracks in Luka's composure. "What's up with you?" She inquired curiously, trying to figure the tall woman out. "You've been raving about Miku all week and now you have nothing to say after actually meeting her. What gives?"
Luka was losing it fast. All the talk of the tealette set her mind back. She began to fell terribly embarrassed and could feel the annoying warmth of a blush forming on her cheeks. "I- I'm not feeling t-too good, I think I'm g-gonna l-lie down for a bit." She pushed past her roommate and headed for the privacy of her bedroom.
"What's wrong, why are you being so weird." Miki questioned as she followed the pinkette down the corridor. She had to jog to keep up with Luka; who was speedily power walking away. Luka had almost made it to her door when Miki noticed that something was missing. "Where are my cherries? You said you'd get me some?"
"Dammit." Luka grumbled. Her cover was almost certainly blown. Even if you were to forget all the nervous stuttering, this one little blunder was enough to completely incriminate her. Luka never forgot anything, whether it be birthdays, phone numbers or grocery shopping, usually nothing escaped her keen brain. "I- uh, I forgot."
"I don't believe you, you've never forgotten anything." Miki was almost concerned; it must have taken something big to make her cousin forget something. "Did something happen with Miku?"
Luka sighed. "I guess there's no point in trying to hide it." She muttered as she walked back to the living room. Luka had decided that she might as well tell her roommate about her feelings towards Miku because no matter how long Luka could last, Miki would definitely be relentless with her questioning. She'd been talking about Miku more than Luka over the past week and she wasn't even the one meeting her, so Luka couldn't just expect Miki to drop the subject.
Luka sat on the couch whilst Miki confusedly stumbled back into the lounge. "What do you mean, what is there to hide?" Miki's ahoge was in the shape of a question mark.
Luka motioned to the seat opposite her. "Sit down; I have something to tell you." Luka sounded cold and distant; her eyes were glazed over as she remembered her past.
"Luka, what's wrong?" Miki asked, her voice was meek and her energetic personality had vanished. "Are you okay?" She noticed that Luka was not herself.
The pinkette looked up to meet her cousin's eyes. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. "I like Miku."
"I know, you've got all her songs, all…" Miki started, unaware of what Luka actually meant.
"Not like that. I… I'm attracted to her." She admitted. Her heart picked up speed dramatically. Even though Miki knew of Luka's preferences, the pinkette was still worried about her reaction. This wasn't just an ordinary girl she was talking about, it was Hatsune Miku, one of the most famous and recognisable people on the planet.
"Really? I thought you weren't a lesbian anymore." Miki was slightly shocked at her cousin's confession. "What about the guys you dated recently?"
"I was trying to change, trying to become socially acceptable." Luka explained. "But I felt nothing towards any of them, I only did it to avoid being outcast from socially, I'm still attracted to women."
Miki nodded in acceptance. "I knew you didn't like 'em." Miki laughed slightly.
"You're not mad are you?" Luka looked into Miki's eyes, hoping to not see any indication of a lie during her response. "You don't think I'm disgusting."
"No. you know I'm fine with who you are. It doesn't make you any different from anyone else." Miki answered quickly and noticed a faint smile form on her roommate's lips. "I'm just worried for you. You put all that effort in to escape your past, I'm worried that it might come back to haunt you."
"I'm worried too." Luka agreed. "And what about Miku, what if I ruin her carer, I could never forgive myself." Luka buried her face in her hands to hide her shame. "I can't stop thinking about her though."
Miki promptly got up and sat next to a crumbling Luka. "Don't worry, it'll be okay." She reassured as she wrapped her arms around her cousin.
"What should I do?" Luka asked through tears.
Miki comforted the pinkette; she rubbed her back; hoping to calm Luka down. "What do you want to do?"
Luka paused to think before answering. "I want to be with her." The realisation of what she wanted caused her to resume her crying, albeit much more heavily this time.
"Please don't cry Luka." Miki pleaded. "You know that when… you cry… I can't…" She couldn't finish her sentence due to surge of emotions that constricted her throat. "You're not disgusting." Was all she managed to say through heavy breaths and loud sobs.
They held each other until their tears had subsided. They pulled back and witnessed each others puffy eyes and soggy shirts. "Sorry, I kind of ruined your blouse." Miki sniffed.
"It's okay; it'll come out in the wash." Luka smiled and wiped away the extraneous water from her face. "What should I do?" Luka reiterated her earlier question.
"There's not a lot you can do." Miki pointed out. "This is a really tricky situation."
"I need her though; I need to be with her again." The pinkette said as she sank into the sofa.
Miki took a moment to think, hoping to come up with an alternative or some sort of solution. "Are you sure it's attraction. Are you not just confusing it with admiration. Maybe meeting her for real just made you like her more as a celebrity?" Miki suggested.
Luka shook her head defiantly. "I'm not getting anything confused. It's definitely attraction." Luka confirmed. "In fact, I think it's even more than attraction."
Miki's eyes shot open wide. "What do you mean; you're not talking about… love are you?"
Luka bit her lower lip nervously. "I'm not sure; I've never really been in love with anyone, so I don't know what it feels like." Luka started. "… but when I was with her, I felt whole, I felt complete." Luka admitted. "And now that we're apart I feel empty, I feel lonely. Being separated from her makes me feel terrible." He words same intuitively, she didn't have to think. She just spoke from the heart.
"Wow." Miki exhaled. "I… I've never heard anyone talk like that about someone else before." Miki marvelled. "It sounds like you might actually be in love with her."
"I don't know, I might be. I just know that there's a burning pain in my heart when I'm away from her and there's a burning flame when I am." Luka replied poetically.
"Do you think she feels the same way?" Miki questioned.
"I wouldn't have thought so. What are the chances that a girl like her would be gay and would feel the same feelings towards me as I do towards her?" Luka rationalized that her chances were extremely slim at best. "But, there was this one moment when I held her cheek… we looked into each others eyes and… I'm not sure what it was but I saw something, I saw a faint little flicker. Then her face lit up at my touch and she was begging me to stay," Luka recalled the brief, but intimate encounter. "Maybe she feels something towards me."
"Maybe." Miki replied half heartedly. The summary of events didn't really sound like it meant anything, but she didn't want to snuff out Luka's dwindling flame of hope. "Why don't you just see how it goes tomorrow?" This was the best Miki could offer. "I'm sure it'll turn out fine."
Luka was relaxed and reassured by the ahodged girl. "Thanks Miki, you always know how to make me feel better." Luka pulled her cousin into a warm embrace. She was overjoyed and relived that the most important person in her life at the moment had accepted her strange feelings towards the tealette. "I'm glad that you don't think I'm some sort of sick freak, some sort of weirdo."
"Your not a weirdo, you just my mildly quirky older cousin who I wouldn't change for anything." Miki laughed quietly. "I am annoyed at you though. I can't believe you forgot my cherries, I had been waiting all day for them."
Luka sighed audibly. "Way to ruin a precious family moment." She joked. "I'll get you some tomorrow."
"I would prefer them today, but I guess tomorrow is okay." Miki detached herself from the pinkette. "To make up for it, you have to tell me everything about Miku."
Luka smiled gleefully. "Where should I start?"
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Luka was up at the crack of dawn; partly because she couldn't sleep, but mostly because she wanted the extra hour or so to get ready. Unlike yesterday when she was in a rush, today she had enough time to get everything done properly.
"Time to get up for school." Luka spoke loudly, rousing the ahodged girl from her sleep.
"Five more minutes." Miki whined as she snuggled deeper into her bed.
Luka put Miki's breakfast down on the bedside table. "Don't mess me about, you know I'm going to see Miku again today. I don't need anymore stress."
Miki was still unresponsive so Luka stomped over to the curtains and opened them abruptly, letting the warm sunlight flood into every inch of the room. The action elicited a groan form Miki. "Why?" She implored.
"Because you need to get up for school." Luka reiterated as she picked up various articles of dirty clothing that littered the floor.
Miki sat up with great effort and wiped the sleep from her eyes. She opened them slowly so the sunlight wouldn't blind her, as she did this she seized the pinkette. "Someone's made an effort." She giggled. "Trying to impress Miku are we?"
Luka blushed slightly. "I- I don't know w-what you are talking about." She internally face palmed at her stutters.
"The clothes, the make-up. You look stunning if I'm honest." Miki admitted.
Luka usually never wore make-up; she was naturally beautiful and so never saw the need to enhance herself, plus it gave her more time in the mornings. "It's just a little mascara and eye liner, it makes my eyes stand out and people say that they are my best feature."
"That's true, but what about the lipstick?" Miki asked cheekily. "Are you gonna try and kiss her?"
"Stop that, I'm nervous enough as it is." Luka scowled at the giggling girl. "Eat your breakfast and get ready, I'll be going soon."
Luka went back to her own bedroom and made the final preparations for her tutoring session. She couldn't help but think about what her cousin had said, what was she actually trying to achieve by sprucing herself up. If Miku was straight then even the most attractive woman in the world wouldn't change her mind. So what hope did Luka have; she was attractive enough, and the clothes and make-up helped, but there was nothing she could possibly do to influence Miku; a straight girl for all she knew.
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Miku's heart was flittering nervously. She had just looked at the time. "Eight fifty-nine." She whispered. "Only one minute until I see Luka." A swarm of butterflies had invaded her stomach and were flappping around wildly.
The tealette had been anxiously waiting in her living room for the past hour. She had tried watching TV, playing games and even writing a new song, but nothing made the time pass any faster. Being up for most of the night didn't help as well; it only increased the agonizing waiting period further.
Thankfully, it was now the time for her to see the pink haired woman again. She was wearing similar attire to yesterday; a light blue, expensive school shirt, a jet black pleated skirt and thigh high stockings of the same colour. Like Luka, she too had made an effort to look her best. She was wearing mascara and lip gloss. It made her look a lot more grown up… still cute, but mature at the same time.
A knock on the door made the tealette jump. Her heart rate double, her breathing became erratic and palms became sweaty all in the space of a few seconds. She made her way to the door with shaky steps and paused for a moment to compose herself.
"Good morning Miku, I hope you…" Luka started her greeting but was interrupted by Miku who almost instantaneously latched at her as soon as the door was open.
"Luka." Miki exhaled blissfully. She was thankful that Luka couldn't see her face; a blush had appeared when she heard the tone with which she spoke. "You look beautiful."
Miku hadn't intended to hug her pink haired tutor, but the simple sight of the beautiful woman made her forget herself. Miku's slender arms wrapped around the older woman as she rested her head on Luka's shoulder. She hugged tightly and let herself be enveloped in the other woman's scent and arms; arms which were now holding Miku close after dropping the bag they were carrying.
The feeling was completely alien to Miku as this was her first hug. Aside form those she may have gotten when she was very little, this was the first actual hug she's ever received. It felt amazing to Miku; the warmth emanating from Luka's body, the sheer amount of physical contact, and her overwhelming perfume had Miku under a spell. A spell that Miku wished would last forever.
Luka was in the same boat; she also wished to hold Miku forever. She'd been expecting that she would get nothing in the way of physical contact with the tealette, but she was overwhelmed and elated with the affection from Miku. Luka held on tighter and squeezed Miku's smaller body into her own. She cradled the back of Miku's head and pushed her slightly into the crook of her neck, making their bodies fit together perfectly.
"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable yesterday." Miku whispered against Luka's neck.
The flow of warm air made Luka shiver. "It wasn't you, it was me, I was being weird. I'm sorry that I left so suddenly." Luka held onto the back of Miku's shirt tighter.
The two women hugged in comfortable silence for a few minutes, both too intoxicated by the other's presence to want to move, both too comfortable to say a word.
"We should probably go inside." Luka suggested reluctantly.
"… Okay." It took a while for Miku to find the words. She pulled away from Luka slowly, only by about an inch. "I missed you." She whispered, looking at her feet.
Luka replied instinctively. "I missed you too." Without thinking, she closed the distance and embraced her teal haired crush once again. This hug was a lot briefer but it still conveyed all of the emotion and affection of the previous one.
They eventually separated and entered Miku's apartment, neither of them felt the need to discus their actions, it felt so natural that there was no need to utter a word. Miku also didn't feel the need to inquire into Luka strange behaviour either. "Could you excuse me for a moment?" Miku requested politely.
"We need to start the lesson though." Luka's sensible, time conscious side reared it's head as she spoke.
"I need to go to the toilet; I've been waiting for an hour." Miku explained as she danced on the spot.
"Oh ok, sorry. You can go." Luka apologized. "Why were you waiting for an hour to go to the toilet?"
Miku averted her gaze. "I was waiting for you; I didn't want to be in the bathroom when you arrived."
"But you knew I wasn't scheduled to arrive until nine." Luka was slightly confused.
Miku looked down at the floor. "I was hoping that you'd arrive a bit earlier." she revealed. "Sorry, I was being stupid." She ran off to the bathroom with a red face.
Luka chuckled at the tealette's cuteness. She unpacked and set up her things and waited for Miku to return. "What was all that about?" She thought, "The needy embrace, waiting around for an hour, what did it all mean?"
Luka began to optimistically think up solutions to Miku's strange behaviour. The first thing that came to her mind was that Miku was attracted to her. She immediately disregarded this as wishful thinking, but as thought about it, the solution became more and more plausible. That hug wasn't just a friendly exchange, it was so much more. They way that they held each other was unlike anything Luka had experienced before. The closeness, the tenderness, the affection that she felt from Miku was unparalleled, and was certainly much more than what she had felt from anyone before, even her previous lovers.
Her train of though was derailed when she clumsily dropped her expensive mp3 player on the floor. "Hope it's not broken." She muttered as she bent down to pick it up, luckily, it was fine. She was about to put it away when she noticed the current song. "Puzzle by Hatsune Miku." She laughed. It didn't surprise her than a Miku song came up in the shuffle because almost all of her library was comprised of Miku, only a few singles from other artist like the Kagamine twins created partitions in the wall of Miku's songs.
Luka pushed the play button and listened to the angelic voice of the teal haired diva. With Puzzle being one of her favourite songs she knew all the lyrics, and by the end of the first verse, she was already singing along perfectly.
She quickly became engrossed in the music, so much so that she failed to notice the tealette standing in the doorway after she returned from the bathroom.
Miku could do nothing but stand in awe while she marvelled at the pinkette. She had previously thought that Luka's speaking voice was the sweetest sound she had ever heard, but that was like nails on a chalkboard when she compared it to her singing voice; it was absolutely sublime. She stayed silent and prayed that Luka would finish the entire song; she wanted to hear every last beautifully uttered syllable.
The song finished and both women sighed contently. Luka paused her mp3 player before the next song could start and she stored it away in her bag. "Shall we get started?" Miku asked, a wide grin was etched on her face.
"Er- yes, if you want." Luka was thankful that she wasn't caught. "Math or English, take your pick."
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After a successful morning of learning, the two women were relaxing and get to know each other better. It was already 1:30; a whole half hour after Luka was meant to leave. She felt the need to stay and accompany the lonely girl, especially after leaving like she did the day before. "Are you working on any other songs at the moment?" Luka asked as she set down her cup of coffee.
"Yeah, I've just about finished recording a song called 'Love is War'. I started shooting the PV today." Miku replied happily.
"Love is War huh? Sounds awesome, I can't wait to hear it." Luka reciprocated a warm smile towards Miku. "I'll probably buy it as soon as it comes out."
"You don't need to buy it, I'll bring a copy home from Crypton, you can hear it tomorrow of you like." Miku offered kindly.
"I'd love to." Luka replied. "I'm still gonna buy it though, I have all of your other songs on my mp3 player."
Miku's face lit up. "Really?" What are your favourites?" Miku was pleased to finally be getting some fan feedback.
Luka tilted her head and took a second to think. "I really like Melt, World is Mine is awesome and I'd say that… Puzzle is one of my absolute favourites." Luka smiled to herself, once again thankful for not being caught. "All your songs are amazing though, it's hard to choose favourites."
Miku smiled almost mischievously. "You like Puzzle?" She asked seemingly innocently.
"Yeah, your voice is amazing in that song." Luka admitted. She managed to keep the rose tinge on her cheeks almost unnoticeable.
Miku grinned even wider. "Not as amazing as your voice though."
"W-what do you m-mean?" Luka questioned nervously, faking innocence.
"I heard you singing it earlier." Miku exclaimed. "I would have complimented you then, but I didn't want to interrupt you."
Luka hung her head in shame. "Sorry, I didn't, I shouldn't…" She mumbled before trailing off.
Miku took Luka's hand in hers. "Sorry for what?"
Luka looked up shyly. "You must think I some obsessed weirdo."
The tealette squeezed Luka's hand reassuringly. "No, you're not a weirdo. In fact I took it as a compliment that you like my music enough to learn all the lyrics." Luka was still embarrassed by her actions. So Miku tried to assure her further. "That was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. I can't believe you're not a famous singer already."
Luka scoffed. "It wasn't that good." She replied modestly.
Miku shook her head, obviously in disagreement. "It was so much better than me."
It was Luka's turn to disagree. "How can I believe that. You're the world's greatest singer, how can I possibly be better than you?"
Miku scooted closer to her tutor. "I may be the best at the moment." Miku agreed a little big headedly. "But that's only because the world hasn't heard you yet." She gave the hand in hers another squeeze.
Miku's statement took Luka's breath away. "… Y-you really think so." She was actually begging to believe it herself.
"I know so." Miku instinctively answered. "Come with me to Crypton; let me introduce you to my manager. He'll love you, I promise."
The pinkette shook her head slightly. "I'm just a tutor; I could never do anything like that."
"Don't let that hold you back, you have a real talent for singing, and I know you want to." Miku responded passionately. "It would be so cool if I could work with you. I'd never be lonely at Crypton again."
"It's nice of you to offer, but I really don't think I…" Luka started before being interrupted.
"Please." Miku begged. "I need you. It's so lonely, no-one talks to me, I'm by myself all the time."
Luka could sense that the other girl was getting distressed. "I'd love too, really. But my job is being your tutor, I can't…" Luka was interrupted once again by Miku, although this time the tealette had rapidly closed the distance and had Luka pinned in the corner of the sofa with a tight hug.
"I'm your only student, you have spare time surely." Miku had lost all composure and sense of reasoning; she buried her face in Luka's long pink locks. "Please… for me… if you care about me." She whispered in Luka's ear. "I need you." She added quietly.
Miku's words stabbed at her heart. She did care about her a lot, and she hated seeing her this way. The reason she was declining the offer was fear; not fear of fame, or performance anxiety. She was scared about spending more time with Miku. Four hours was already enough to make her crazy, so more time with the tealette would only amplify her feelings towards her.
But as she heard the frail girl in her arms whimper uncontrolably, as she felt the signs of silent crying, she couldn't hold back anymore. She desperately wanted more time with Miku; even if she knew it was unhealthy, dangerous even. But if Miku wanted to be with her, it would be cruel of Luka to deny her that, especially considering the hard life she had already endured.
"Please." Miku sobbed.
"Shhh." Luka stroked her back lovingly. "I'll come to Crypton." She whispered as she kissed the side of Miku's head. "It's okay, don't cry."
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