And here's Miku's part!

Has anyone heard the mashup of ClariS' irony and Perfume's Nee? If not. Well. You must.

Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah.

Luka

It had been a long time since she was at home last. It had been exactly three months and four days, to be exact – and yes, she had been counting. Every day when she woke up, throughout the day when she was working, and when she went to bed, her mind was full of one name: Megurine Luka. Her beautifully adorable girlfriend.

She knew her work often separated them, and just as much as Luka, Miku hated it. More than once she found herself crying into her hands when she couldn't call Luka, or had to cut their calls short. Her manager had to sometimes confiscate her phone due to her trying to contact Luka, and it only served to make her a little more than irritated, leaving her in a mood the rest of the day.

But when it came to her work, she made sure to do the best she could knowing Luka was watching. Miku had to always make sure there was a live stream of her concerts or interviews or any sort of public interaction so Luka could see her – so she could know Miku was smiling and singing and working hard for her.

"You did great," Luka would say on the phone, yawning from the time difference but awake nonetheless. Miku's insides would turn to jello just hearing her voice, and they talked until Luka couldn't make coherent sentences anymore.

Sometimes her flights were delayed for a few days, or extra work came up, and she could visibly see the way Luka's face would fall despite them being on the phone. They would both cry a little, maybe let out a sob or two, but in the end Luka supported her and Miku did what she could. She loved her job, and she would never let anything ruin her career. And Luka was right there with her.

But when time came for her to go home, Miku didn't let anything stop her from getting on the plane or car or boat; Luka was always waiting for her.

Her forehead was pressed against the large window of the boat, the cold glass calming her heated face. Miku's navy pea coat and maroon scarf did nothing to warm her chilly body, but the thought of finally seeing Luka after so long made her heat up in nervousness.

Everyone she knew would always complain about her and Luka being together, saying their constant distance would ruin them someday, and that Luka could have been cheating if she wanted to. That thought alone sometimes scared Miku – especially since their age difference was actually a difference. Any 22-year-old could do what they wanted. Luka was no exception.

But she trusted Luka, and with the way Luka would dwindle into a needy–adorable–child whenever they talked, Miku didn't see the need to be concerned.

"Hatsune-san," one of the servers called, lightly knocking on the door. He had appeared often, ever since she got on the boat, offering her all sorts of things they had to do on the boat from spa opportunities to discounted meals. Miku found it a little annoying, but opened it for him once more. He had navy blue hair that was well kept and bright, and eyes the same color. "I'm here to inform you that it is now lunch time, and we are having a buffet-styled meal out in the main deck."

He bowed and quickly moved onto the next door, mannerisms and wording the same. Miku smiled, not used to equal treatment as much as other people. Of course, she was on a five-star boat from a very rich-populated area of Japan. She preferred a boat to a car or the trains as people were more likely to follow her than they would on an expensive transport.

Throughout her meal, her mind drifted back to Luka, and she found herself smiling into her food, both enjoying the taste that made the waiters ecstatic and the thought of being able to see her lover again. There was no service around the boat but they did have wifi, something she used to post a few statuses on Facebook and Twitter, instantly getting tons of responses from fans for both.

She ignored most of them and sent Luka a message through her email, knowing Luka checked it more than she did her social media. "I hope she reads it..." she sighed, putting her phone away.

The sound of water clashing against the boat made it to her ears, and Miku felt the cold wave of water hit her as they hit a few bumpy ones, instantly regretting choosing a seat near the edge of the main deck. Miku hadn't noticed it before, but the cold air had been hitting her face a little too much for comfort, so she finished as quickly as she could and stood, going back to her warmer room.

Luka hadn't responded to her email, which was strange, so Miku laid on her bed with a pillow in her arms, snuggling into it and pretending it was Luka. Safe to say, it was incredibly easy to fall asleep with that thought in her head.

When she woke up, Miku noticed the sun had fallen quite a bit, although it still meant there were a few hours until she got home. Miku groaned and fell to her side, wondering why Luka hadn't replied to her email at all – usually she'd respond within minutes, sometimes seconds. If she was busy she'd understand... she sighed, wishing she had service to call her.

Entertaining herself was extremely hard, especially when most of the boat was dead silent and she had nothing to do as everything was either closed or crowded (such as the mini theater they had). Although the small hallways and porcelain doors were aesthetically pleasing. Miku's fingers danced over the gold and silver handles on the doors, thinking of something to do but coming up with nothing.

Nobody was outside due to the cold, and Miku agreed with them, sitting in the main lobby where most of the passengers were, some playing games on their phones and others sitting there, staring at nothing in particular.

Miku's thoughts were littered with Luka again; she wondered if Luka was waiting for her at the port, or if she forgot. That thought made her shudder, and she shook her head, getting a few people to stare at her, although she didn't care much. If Luka forgot... did Luka even care? After so long, did she even want to care knowing Miku was probably going to leave the next day?

Her heart wanted to explode in sadness if that was the case. Maybe that was why Luka didn't respond. Miku grabbed her wrist and shook, knowing that wasn't true. Luka had been ecstatic to hear she was coming back, after all! She even called that morning to bid Miku a safe trip before Miku got on the boat.

"She'll be there," she whispered, not noticing the small stream of tears falling down her face. Eyes wide, Miku wiped them away and was shocked when a soft cloth, a handkerchief, touched her face. A man with a gentle smile handed it to her, not uttering a word, but offering the brightest smile he could for comfort.

Miku thanked him and sniffed, any more oncoming tears going back into hiding. She didn't need Luka to see she had been crying, especially not when it was supposed to be a joyous evening. He nodded and went back to his book, silently turning the page. The teen idol jumped from her seat and bowed to him, promising to clean the handkerchief but the man declined, his black hair fanning his face while he shook his head, muttering it wasn't a big deal.

With new found confidence, Miku ran into her room and grabbed her things, setting them next to her small door, glowing from the last bit of sunlight, night approaching quickly. Miku sat at the small desk in the room and began to write down a new song in her notepad to pass the time, having a theme in her head. Although it was only for fun, and the last thought of work that would go through her head for a long time.

Standing when the bell loudly rang signaling the end of the ride, Miku stuffed her notepad into her bag and threw on her coat to leave, her stomach twisting in nervousness. Grabbing her bags, she hastily made her way through the crowd and felt the cold air hit her at the door, metal stairs leading down onto a wooden dock.

When she came out, however, loud cheers and cries from fans overcame her hearing; Miku wondered why they even knew about her arrival, furrowing her eyebrows. Looking over the crowd, her heart stopped at the sight of a nervous and overjoyed Luka. Their eyes clashed and she had to keep her smile normal in case anyone thought something suspicious.

"Thanks!" she yelled to her fans, not wanting them to feel the least bit unappreciated. The man from earlier aided her in getting through some of the crowd, thankful nobody was attacking her for autographs and personal photos with them. She turned when her bags suddenly were thrown off balance.

Then, she heard Luka's small murmur, and in the end decided to throw logic out the window. Throwing herself into Luka's arms, she felt her body melt and the weight on her shoulders leave. She was glad Luka came, "I'm so happy..." She was glad Luka didn't give up on her or their relationship.

Seeing Luka's eyes, full of happiness and love, made her do what she normally didn't in public.

Kiss her, of course.

She couldn't have cared less of the people gasping in horror and surprise; Luka was with her, and they were happy. They slowly deepened the kiss, Miku trying to get their bodies as close as possible. It was like Luka was far from her when she really wasn't.

"I missed you," Luka whispered, "So much..." There was a slight edge to her voice that indicated she was crying.

Pulling herself away for a moment, Miku wanted to squeal, but not with everyone around them acting like some struck audience. "Let's go home," she said, a little too annoyed with the people who wouldn't mind their business. "Stupid gossip hounds..."

Their hands were tightly around each other, and Miku smiled, although blushed when Luka kissed her temple out of nowhere.

She was home.

AN

Yes, cheese! I hope you liked this little two-shot! Fluffy NegiToro is just too... awesome...

Anyway, thanks for reading!