A/N : This is a bonus. I wanted to write a little more about Miku.

How Luka died is still a mystery.
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*Paru Café

She opens her eyes, painfully rising onto one elbow. Immediately, a bottle meets her bare skin. In a black satin dress, she sits down and brings the neck of the green bottle to her lips. She greedily swallows the hot liquid before she wiped her mouth with the palm of her ebony gloved hand.

Then gently, a hand laid on hers suddenly.

"It will not help to get drunk like that, Miku."

Turquoise eyes pass through those ghostly aquamarine ones.

"You're dead."

She said it very simply, and as nothing changes. She adds:

"This is serious, you know? I will die too. One day. Someday. Some random day. Maybe soon. Why are you here? Isn't that great, to be dead?"

And her voice is so ironic, so false, it breaks the heart of the ghost in front of her.

She looks in the mirror and shudders at her reflection. Her reflection with puffy eyes, lips eaten and with her tired features, this is not her, this is not her; she is strong. She's the most adored actress of the century. A diva, princess, the World's No. 1.

But...

It is not enough, be that of the world's.

She just wanted to be Luka's.

The reflection shakes her head.

"You're crazy."

"Or drunk." Miku cooed.

"Crazy, I tell you. Nobody sees the dead. You're hallucinating."

"I tell you she's there. She's there, you know? I'm not crazy."

"You're talking to yourself, Miku. You're crazy."

"That is not true. She's there, Luka is there. She follows me everywhere."

"Assuming this is true, you just have to live with this weight back on. It's your fault, you know."

"I know."

"Yes, I don't need to remind you. You think about it all the time. All the time, right? It is because of you, crazy woman."

"I'm not crazy, I tell you!"

The reflection broke once Miku's fist made contact, when mirror chips dagger into her skin as carmine stained the lacy dark cloth she adorned.

"I know that I no longer exist." Luka had said.

Miku gently lifted her head with one hand on the cheek, or rather the cheek resting on her hand, and quietly, she said:

"You are wrong. You're dead, but I can see you. So you still exist in your way, and I'm alive. I'm talking to you, see?"

Luka had a sad smile. She started to walk away, she began to disappear again, and Miku couldn't do anything about it.

"I just wanted us to be together and happy."

Between the dark corridors of the theater, Miku walked barefoot on the dusty floor. The lights are off. The theater has been closed for a long time. She has no right to be here. But she's still coming, because here, here is her home. Her home to her and Luka. Here, in this dirty place, she held Luka tight in her arms when she had whispered 'Never go away.'

Luka never went away.

"Now it is no longer a dream. You should not close your eyes and think of me."

"I don't prevent you from leaving, you are the one who keeps coming back."

Luka bites her lip. Miku wonders vaguely if the ghost can still have the feel of teeth piercing the skin, tongue tasting the blood.

"I'm dead. But you're the one who continues to support me, the only one still believe that..."

"'That' what? Being dead, is still to be there?"

"Maybe. I don't know."

"Give me your hand."

"You know that it isn't possible. If I touch you, you'll open your eyes and it will be the end of your sleep."

The icy touch on her palm is still here when she woke up.

Luka was right.

Luka is always right. Even when she said the opposite. And when Miku laughed while rolling her eyes, when she was looking for a bright future that existed only in her imagination, then Luka was the only one to tell her the truth. She was the one to look straight in her eye and say it there, that there was only her and her. Only the two of them.

It's a strange dream where it's cold.

She moves and the other backward.

She wants to melt into the darkness.

Miku only asks to get her back.

"You're selfish," said the reflection. "You're the cause of her death."

"I know."

"You know, however, you want to have her with you again. So consistent."

"I can not help myself. It's like having absolute happiness within the length of my fingers and still not being able to achieve it."

"This is your punishment. You only have to live in regret forever."

"I could just close my eyes forever, and never wake up. At least it will be less painful."

"Suffer and suffer, bitch. This is your punishment."

"I'm tired of being dead."

Miku sighed, slightly annoyed.

"You shouldn't be. It's only been a few months, what will you do later?"

"I would die a second time."

"That is impossible."

"You think so?"

There are nights like this, where the pre-Miku comes, cruel and wicked as she was with the one that mattered most to her, and she wants to say, 'Hey, but look at you, you're ridiculous.'

This is always the time when Luka smiles this disarming smile, mocking, that she knew. Much more cruel than her own, basically.

Miku's smile froze blood, Luka's gripped the hearts with unfathomable terror.

"I told you to live your life. Go."

"No."

"This Kaito, the new manager, he is very cute you know."

"Yes."

"Go see him."

"Never."

"You'll end up forgetting me, Miku."

"Never."

"Ahaha! Looks like a broken record, always no, no, yes, never, ever, never, ever, never... Isn't that boring?"

"Then leave."

The days pass.

She finally went to see him, this manager. Their nights together are a blur of probed flesh, with a weight above her. In the morning, she always expects to find icy, empty sheets left by Kaito half an hour before her, but it's always Luka's ghost, which stretches and doesn't look at her.

Pale as death.

Heh.

"Touch me." Pleaded Miku.

Luka laughed and shook her head no.

"Why?"

"Because I don't love you anymore."

But she lies, Miku knows Luka lies all the time.

Both, they lied constantly. She does not see how death, which didn't really separate them, could have changed them.

She gets up and stares at her reflection in mocking, scornful look; her cold mask of evil.

Luka lied as she has approached her, fixed her straight in the eyes, and Miku said:

"Kiss me."

Even if Luka doesn't want it, she doesn't care, because Miku know she'll obey. Of course Luka's not dead yet, she is alive, and both feel everything that plays in this fateful moment. Right now Miku doesn't remember the accident. She doesn't see Luka's body, her eyes's darkening and her lips were parted on that last breath. She repeats:

"Kiss me."

When Luka approached her, Miku woke up.