So, here's the second chapter. I hope its an improvement but its still shitty in my opinion but hey, we're all our own worst critic, right?
Miku woke with a start the next morning, not realizing she had fallen asleep. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she stared out over the city skyline that her pent house apartment's view afforded her. The sun was just starting to rise, the birds were chirping, and somewhere the sound of children could be heard. All of it made her stomach churn in disgust. Stretching, she finally got out of bed and made her way into the bathroom to get ready. Seeing her reflection in the mirror caused her to smile; not a snarky smirk or hate filled sneer, but a genuine-if sadistic looking-smile. This was how she felt, no more hiding it or trying to pretend that she was someone else. Once she finally finished getting ready, she made her down out the door and towards the elevator. Not paying attention, she nearly walked into a woman who also appeared to be waiting for the elevator. "Hey, watch it!" Miku started to sneer, though her voice caught in her throat when she realized the woman she almost ran into was, in fact, Luka Megurine. "Oh…it's you," stated the pinkette in a rather dull and icy tone. Miku was almost taken aback by her words, since that tone was normally reserved for people who Luka truly detested. 'No matter…two can play that game,' thought Miku, regaining her sneer. "How very perceptive of you! Tell me, oh great Ice Queen, what will your next revelation be?! That the sky is blue?" Miku sneer out, giving an over exaggerated bow in the process.
If the sarcasm surprised Luka, she didn't show it. "I'm not exactly sure what you think you are accomplishing with this…. obvious cry for attention, but I highly suggest you knock it off," stated Luka once the elevator started moving. "Or what?" sneered Miku in return, leaning against the wall of the elevator with her arms crossed. There was silence for a moment before Luka stalked over to stand directly in front the younger girl, barely a few inches separating them. Lifting her hand slowly, she ran a long, pale finger down Miku's jaw till she reached her chin and lifted it so that the girl was looking Luka in her icy blue eyes. Searching the girl's eyes for a few moments, Luka leaned closer to Miku's ear and whispered lowly "Wouldn't you like to know?" Seemingly satisfied with her answer, Luka straightened her posture and turned just as the elevator doors opened with a small chime. As much as she wanted to retort, Miku could do nothing as the pinkette walked away. Slowly, she shakily released a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. However, her shock didn't last long as it was soon replaced with anger that boiled and threatened to make her lose her composure.
As she walked away, Luka couldn't help but smirk to herself. 'The girl isn't as strong as she thinks she is it seems.' She thought to herself. Luka saw every emotion as clear as day in the younger girl's eyes; the shock, the fear, the embarrassment, and something else she couldn't quite place. She could practically FEEL the waves of anger rolling off Miku as Luka walked with her back turned to the white-haired girl. It wasn't long before she was seated in the luxurious back seat of a company car that was sent to retrieve her and convey her to the recording studio. Luka didn't consider herself to be one to flaunt her wealth or the perks of being a star, but this was one thing she absolutely refused to give up. Traffic was horrible in the mornings and with her status, walking was completely out of the question. However, there was a time when she didn't have to worry with such matters. Luka used to have an apartment directly next to the company headquarters. But, she had decided to move to her current residence to be next to Miku; after much encouragement and teasing by Lily of course. She smiled sadly to herself remembering all the nights her and the adorable tealette spent hanging out together.
In a way, she almost blamed herself for this whole ordeal. She had seen the signs long ago that Miku wasn't in great shape, but she ignored them in hopes that the poor girl was just going through a hard time. Shaking her head, she tried her best to clear her head of such thoughts. It wouldn't do her any good anymore. After all, that Miku was gone and who knew if she would ever come back. Even still, and despite her best efforts, Luka could feel a single tear run down her face and drop into her lap.
Miku slumped angrily into her office chair. It had been almost an hour, and yet she was still filled with red-hot rage over the pinkette's actions. Running her arm over the desk, she cleared every piece of paper from its surface and deposited them unceremoniously onto the floor. She felt like screaming and throwing things. 'Get yourself together Miku…you CANNOT let her get to you. There are things that must be done.'the white-haired girl thought to herself while taking a deep breath. First things first, she knew she needed help moving forward with her music. And she knew the perfect person to call, but she also knew that it wasn't going to be pleasant. Reaching for the phone on her desk, she dialed a number she had memorized the night before. It rang a few moments before being answered with a bored "Hello?"
"Isn't it like 10 over there? Shouldn't you be asleep?" Miku responded with a snort. "Ha, well look whose calling…what, did you get lonely? Need me to warm your bed again princess?" the voice on the other end drawled out in a mocking tone. "Oh, you would love that wouldn't you? I've already told you that was a one-time thing so go blow it out of your ass, you slimy piece of shit," the whitette responded with venom and a roll of her eyes. Instead of sounding angry or offended, the man on the other end merely laughed. "Ok, ok. So what is it you called for if not that? I'm sure you didn't call just to talk to your old friend from the States who you haven't spoken to in-oh, I don't know what-like a month or two?" came the response as Miku heard the sound of a chair squeaking and the heavy sounds of rubber connecting with wood, more than likely the sound of the man propping his feet up; a habit that seemed to pursue him even to this day. "I need your help. I'm changing my style," began Miku before she was cut off. "Ok, well go find a fucking stylist cause I'm afraid that isn't my department," the man gruffly snorted out. "I meant my music you asshole, maybe if you would shut your mouth and listen for a change you would have heard that!" Miku shouted in response as her patience started to wear thin. "Calm your fucking tits. Ok, so you want to change your style. You DO realize what kind of music my band and I play, correct? This isn't that nice and happy pop music your fans are used to," the man responded skeptically.
Miku turned and stared out the window of her office, looking over the city skyline with an evil smirk. "Oh trust me…I'm counting on it."
WHOO! Second chapter out now. Also, I'm working on a new Whiterose RWBY fic alongside this one! I finally have a workable idea for it and I'm jumping before it alludes me lol. I'm actually gonna have some time to write this week hopefully since I'm done with finals. Though, I do have some work to do and I'm moving out of my dorm PLUS my birthday is this Friday! Finally 20 years old! Enough about that though, there are some reviews I'd like to respond to.
Akaku: Thanks for the advice! I have to say though, that's just how I write. I type everything up on my laptop and I'm used to long MLA style paragraphs so trying to do anything else just looks wrong to me at this point lol. I hope this update came out fast enough and that you enjoyed it. Thank you for the review and the support!
Choco Chip: Thank you! While beautiful wasn't the tone I was going for, I certainly am glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for the review and supporting the story!