The moment class ended, Miku couldn't contain herself. All day she had felt an excited feeling coiling in her chest, just waiting to spring out, and now that there was nothing standing between her and the results for the choir club tryouts there was no stopping her. Dodging classmates and desks, she quickly picked up speed as she burst into the hall, ignoring the shouts of other students and teachers. All she could hear were her own racing thoughts as she zigzagged between the slowly forming crowds in the hallway. She only thought to slow down when it became too late.

"Hey, watch it!" Someone yelled seconds before she barreled into them. Flying backward, her bag flew from her hand and it's contents spilled onto the floor. All she could concentrate on, however, was the blush that had begun to heat up her face in embarrassment as she got off her back with some difficulty to see who had just been a victim of her clumsiness.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I should have watched where I was going!" she cried before she got a glimpse of the person who was also struggling to get back to their feet.

"Oh, it's you!" It was the blue haired boy, Kaito, from the choir club.

"Um…yeah," Miku stammered as she began to fumble around with her loose papers and textbooks, trying to shove them haphazardly back into her bag. "Sorry about running into you, I shouldn't have been running so fast."

"Eh, no worries. Not like anyone got hurt, right?" He shrugged nonchalantly, reaching out to grab a handful of papers. "Here, let me help you."

"No, no, I'll be fine!" Miku told him a bit too loudly.

"I insist. Chances are you're probably going to see the tryout results, right?" Kaito smiled. "You did pretty well yesterday, by the way."

"You think so?" Miku asked, a little flattered she was being complimented as she looked to him with an eager smile. He laughed lightly, like she was a puppy who had just done a trick for him.

"Yeah, none of us expected you to do so well, Gakupo especially," Kaito chuckled as he handed her the papers he'd collected. "Pretty impressive for a first year, I'd say."

"Th…Thank you," Miku muttered, trying to hide her cheeks that had begun to glow an even deeper shade of red as she took the papers. For a brief second, their hands brushed against each other as her fingertips sliped over his as she carefully grabbed the papers from his hand. Noticing the minimal contact, Miku looked up to see Kaito's face twist slightly, as if he was restraining himself from making a different expression. Before she could mumble out another embarrassed sorry, a soothing voice broke the silence.

"Huh? What happened here?" Miku looked up, the feelings of embarrassment quickly lifting as she met the blue eyes she craved to take in as much as the tryout results. Luka leaned over, observing the two of them from above.

"Nothing, really, just an accident," Kaito explained plainly, steadily rising to his feet. Miku agreed with a quick nod of her head, her eyes now fixed on Luka. Kaito was nothing more than a silhouette next to the pink haired angel who looked to her with a twinge of concern.

"Well, as long as no one was hurt," she sighed, offering Miku her hand to take. Breaking out of her love-struck trance long enough to look to Kaito one last time, she came to find he'd already left without a word, his back to the two of them as he disappeared into the crowd.

"Miku." Luka said softly, the simple sound of her voice calling her name drawing her right back in. She smiled sweetly, re-offering Miku her hand. Returning the smile with her own, Miku took it as she used it to pull herself back to her own feet. She wanted their hands to remain clasped together –Touching even the smallest bit of Luka's skin felt amazing to her- but once she was steadily on her feet, Luka quickly withdrew her hand, letting it fall at her side.

"I got really excited about seeing the tryout results, but I ran into Kaito," Miku explained blushingly as she stuffed the papers he had given her into her already messy bag.

"Well, he seemed fine about it, so you should be fine…" Luka's smile faltered a bit as she looked to the path Kaito had taken.

"You should be careful around him, Miku," She told her in a hushed whisper that she could hardly hear over the din from the other students that surrounded them. "Kaito has a pretty hefty track record of being a womanizer…" She reached out, brushing her hand against Miku's, the slight feeling of her fingers running against hers for a short second leaving Miku wanting something more. "I know I shouldn't worry too much, but still you should be careful. I can hardly live with myself thinking I ripped a poor butterflies wings away, I can't even fathom what I'd do if he got a hold of her…"

"Like you said, you don't have to worry about me," Miku said reassuringly, giving Luka a wide grin. "I'd never give my heart to anyone but you." The two of them shared a meaningful look, but just before Miku could reach out and take Luka's hand, she was already on the move, her eyes beckoning Miku to follow obediently after her.

"Come on, we should go check the tryout results before a huge crowd gathers," she said excitedly before turning her attention ahead of her. Miku grasped her own hand, unable to ignore a strange feeling of uneasiness from the fact Luka hadn't willingly taken her hand in the same loving way she had the other day, but instead of dwelling on it she shook it off, replacing it with the excitement that was quickly returning the closer they got to the choir club room.

A good-sized crowd had already gathered at the clubroom door, the air filled with sounds of shock and disappointment more than happiness. People were slowly parting from the group of people, heads hung low and eyes gloomy as their friends trailed behind them trying to cheer them up. A slight feeling of uneasiness paralyzed Miku as she stood a few steps away from the crowd.

"Doesn't sound too good…" she muttered to herself as she went about her usual nervous habit of clutching at her skirt, wadding the fabric up in her fists.

"That doesn't mean we still shouldn't take a look, right?" Luka asked, giving Miku a light push forward. "But remember, no matter what happens…I thought you did wonderful." Miku nodded, squeezing her eyes shut as she left Luka's side and pushed passed bodies.

'Please', she thought to herself, praying to almost every entity she could think of in hopes one would bless her with good fortune, 'I want to be with Luka as much as I can…If I make it into this club, we can…'

She slowly forced herself to open one of her eyes, the sheet with the names of who had made it now in clear view. It was a pretty small list; no more than a few names were printed on the otherwise blank sheet of paper. And there, in the middle of the tiny list was the name: "Hatsune Miku."

"Oh my god!" she gasped, throwing her hands over her mouth to try and muffle her excited exclamation from the gloomy crowd that surrounded her. Twisting and turning frantically she looked for a way out, pushing her way out on unsteady legs.

"So, how'd it go?" Luka asked, but her eyes were wide with happiness. Something told Miku she'd known all along.

"I made it!" Miku cried happily, throwing herself at Luka without a second thought and wrapped her arms around her. Any other time, her sudden freezing up and almost unwillingly embracing her back would have concerned Miku, but all she could concentrate on was how happy she was.

"Congratulations!" Luka said, her voice almost as excited as Miku's despite her strange behavior. Happily squealing, Miku gave her one last, tight hug before releasing Luka from her grasp. But as she spun around happily she met a cool gaze that glared back at her.

"So, it seems you were able to make it, after all," Gakupo hissed, venom in his voice. He was clearly all too annoyed Miku had somehow managed to slip passed the hurdles he was sure she wouldn't be able to scale. "It's my duty as club president that I offer you word of congratulations…" He paused, seeming almost disgusted with the protocol. "But I still feel your presence will be a burden."

"And you've been generously heaping that fact on since yesterday, when we decided on our results." Luka cut in, stepping between the two of them as if to shield Miku. "But no matter what you say, she's apart of the club now." A painful silence passed by the two of them as they stared off, neither even willing to spare even a quick blink.

"For now," Gakupo finally added, his lips curving into a cruel smile. "Sure, there's nothing I can do, but she can easily quit the club if she wants, I doubt her leaving at any point in time will be detrimental to the club."

"I wont!" Miku's determined voice suddenly pierced the air. "As long as Luka's in the club, I'm not going to quit!" Gakupo raised a questioning eyebrow as Luka turned back to her in shock, her cheeks taking on a light pink hue. For the first time that day, she reached back and took Miku firmly by the hand, leading her away from the thinning crowd around the clubroom and away from Gakupo, who's eyes were following them with a questioning look.

"Luka…what's wrong?" Miku asked as she was pulled through the front doors of the school. Her grip on her hand was a bit too snug and she was tugging slightly, as if she wasn't walking fast enough. The moment Miku spoke up it was as if Luka was pulled back to reality, her fast pace stopping completely as her grip loosened. She was quiet for a moment; her eyes were focused on the ground like she was trying to recall words. Now it was Miku's turn to grip Luka's hand –albeit not as hard- as she took it with both hands.

"I'm sorry, I'm just not a big fan of Gakupo, that's all," Luka finally said, a smile slowly making it's way back to her face as she spoke. "Plus, I was thinking of maybe taking you out as a reward for doing so well at the tryouts. Wouldn't want to waste any time talking to that stick-in-the-mud, right?" Miku had to admit, doing anything at all was better than facing Gakupo, so she nodded in agreement, the thought of going out with Luka sounding like the cherry on top of a perfect day.

"There's this cute little cake shop I've been meaning to visit anyway," Miku grinned, bouncing happily. "Could we go there?" For a split second Luka's eyes darted back and fourth before she reached up, her soft fingers running along Miku's cheek gently.

"Whatever you want," She nodded. "I've always wanted to know what your lips tasted like after eating sweets."

Miku blushed happily, lightly licking her lips that still bore the flavors of the cake she had eaten and Luka's lips that mingled perfectly together. Once they had reached the cake shop Luka had been waiting for weeks to eat at, all Miku could think of then was how much she anticipated Luka's kisses instead of the sweets. And they were certainly worth the wait, her lips and tongue bearing hints with strawberry short cake. It was almost like a dessert in and of itself. And like always, it left her wanting more. In her own perfect world, her and Luka's kisses would never end.

"I take it you liked it as much as I did?" Luka asked in a hushed voice. She'd insisted the two of them share their cake-flavored kisses in the darkened alleyway next to the cake shop, away from the prying eyes of the crowds wandering about the shopping district. And when it came to Luka's lips, Miku didn't care where they were, as long as they smothered her own.

"It was sweet," Miku nodded, taking a baby step closer so she could feel Luka's body pressed against hers from inside her uniform. The heat that radiated from her body was as inviting as her eyes. "Can I have another?"

"I shouldn't spoil you…" Luka chortled, already leaning in, tempting Miku with the promises of another delectable kiss. "I guess it would be alright to give you one more." Their lips met a second time, this time in a less heated manner than before. Their lips meshed together as Miku's soft, needy moans just barely managed to escape from between them and lightly bounce off the walls of the alleyway and echo around them. The kiss, to her, was more satisfying than the one before as the lip lock slowly evolved into a heated dance between their tongues. A combination of the flavor of cake the two girls had eaten and saliva was exchanged, filling Miku's mouth with a flavor she could never grow tired of.

"Ahh…" Miku gasped breathlessly as she felt Luka begin to break the kiss, putting distance between their tongues and lips.

"Like I said, I'd hate to spoil you too much," Luka smiled sweetly, reaching out to wipe away a stray trail of drool that had begun to travel down Miku's chin. She watched, as if hypnotized, as Luka brought her hand back, licking away the small morsel of drool from her finger. "You always kiss more passionately when you really crave my kisses." Thoughts still swimming in the depths of passion, Miku couldn't stop herself from groaning in frustration. "Don't worry, there will be plenty more. But, in the meantime… it's getting late, I really should be getting home-"

"Stay!" Miku finally was able to utter, her single word breathy and as sweet as the kiss they had just shared. "Tomorrow's Sunday, you could stay at my house."

"Miku-"

"Please, just this once. The last time we hardly had time to do anything besides study sheet music. I want to be with you for one night where all I have to focus on is you!" Miku begged, her hands traveling from Luka's warm hips to her hands, gripping them desperately. "One night where there's nothing but you…your hands…your eyes…your lips…" Luka looked at her in surprise for a moment, her expression staying that way long enough for Miku to begin to assume the night between them that she longed for was far from her grasp.

"For someone so clumsy, you certainly have a way with words…" She finally spoke, her warm smile returning and filling Miku with joy. "I guess if you put it that way, one night together should be fine." Miku's eyes lit up, the feeling of excitement building inside of her like it had so many times that day.

"If it means I get to see that cute smile on your face," Luka continued, her fingers tracing a line from Miku's cheek to around her lower lip, "I'll stay with you tonight."

"Miku?" Luka peeked into Miku's room. It seemed strange she had left their bath together early, and now it seemed she had disappeared. "Miku?" She walked in, looking around for any of the places she could be hiding. A sudden cool breeze caught her attention, drawing it to the open window. The cold night air ran across her skin still warm from the bath, and for a moment it felt soothing.

"Luka!" It took every inch of her will not to cry out in surprise as a figure suddenly appeared at the window. It was Miku, seeming all too pleased she'd frightened her.

"What are you doing!?" She asked, a blush warming her cheeks. "It's dangerous out there, you should come back inside." She reached out, trying to pull her back in, but instead she found herself being pulled toward the window.

"What are you talking about, it's plenty safe," Miku chuckled. "I come out here a lot and I haven't gotten hurt yet. That's proof it's safe!"

"But-"

"Come on, I'll make sure you don't fall, okay?" Miku looked at Luka kindly. "I want to share something with you." Luka was hesitant at first, putting up a feeble fight in trying to escape Miku's grasp. But, slowly but surely, she became willing, allowing Miku to lead her onto the windowsill. Luka held back another cry, this time from fear of loosing her balance. The room right below the windowsill hardly seemed safe enough for someone to walk on. There was such little space for footing, and from above it seemed like a long way down.

"Miku, I'm really not sure about this…" Luka muttered, one hand clinging to Miku's, the other to the window frame. "Do I really need to see this thing you want to show me?"

"Yes, now come on," Miku smiled, her voice now lowered to a whisper now that she was back outside. "I promise, I'm not going to let you fall." Luka looked down to the ground one more time before looking back to Miku, shakily taking her hand off the window frame to reach for Miku's other outstretched hand. Both their hands clasped around each other, Miku slowly led Luka away from the narrow part of the roof. Once they reached a point where her fear of falling could be disregarded, Luka waited until her and Miku were sitting on the rough shingles before the wrapped her arms around her, heaving a sigh of relief.

"Sorry about that," Miku said, returning Luka's hug. "But now that we're here I can show you…"

"Show me what?"

"Just look up." Luka obeyed, turning her head up to see a cloudless sky dotted with millions of stars, the bright glow of the moon adding to the majestic night's display. "It's easier to see the stars from up here. I come up here when I'm stressed- there's something about the night sky that's almost calming."

"It is…" Luka said in awe. "I guess I never take the time to look up at them, I never imagined I'd be able to see this many."

"Yeah, their pretty beautiful," Miku said softy, turning her gaze from the millions of twinkling lights to Luka. "Not as beautiful as you, but a pretty close second, I think."

"Please, don't flatter me," Luka snorted, rolling her eyes.

"I mean it!" Miku told her, resting her hands that had been wrapped around her on her shoulders. "The moment I saw you that first day, this gorgeous view immediately took backseat. The moon looked duller, and the stars lost their twinkle. But now that you're here with me, sharing this place with the view that you easily outclass… it makes everything perfect." She reached up, brushing hair out of Luka's face. "Seeing all these beautiful stars reflected in your eyes… I'll never be able to look up at the stars the same way again now that I've gotten to see them there." Luka remained silent for a short moment as the two of them stared at one another while Miku's hand slowly traveled down her cheek.

"I truly envy these stars," she finally spoke up, turning her gaze to the dark sky. "They were the ones you looked at all these years, the ones you thought were the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. I makes me wish I could have found you sooner, so I could have been the one you turned to when you weren't feeling at ease."

"You are now," Miku said silently. "You're here with me now, that's all that matters." Luka turned away from the stars, her eyes meeting Miku's moments before they were locked in yet another kiss. The simple contact of lips was enough to draw a shiver up Miku's spine as she leaned in closer, silently begging for the kiss to deepen. She felt Luka wrap her arms around her, pulling her close to the point where Miku was practically on her lap. Body's pressed together as close as their lips, the two of them could feel the other's racing heart beat through the other's chest. Running her hands slowly along Luka's curves, Miku couldn't help but smile into the kiss as it began to grow deeper.

"I love you," She found herself saying in the heat of passion as Luka drew back. She laughed lightly at her words, planting a quick peck on her warm cheeks.

"I love you, too," She whispered, turning her attention away from Miku for a split second before returning.

"Miku, could I see your hand for a moment?" She asked. With no opposition, Miku lifted her hand for Luka to take as she felt something cool slip around her ring finger. Confused, she look down to see a silver band wrapped snugly around her finger that easily reflected the view of the starry night sky above them.

"Luka…" she gasped, holding her hand closer to examine the ring. With a warm smile on her face, Luka held her own hand up, revealing the same sort of ring around her own finger. "…Thank you! It's…it's…" Miku felt the sting of tears as they began to spill.

"Ah! Are you alright?" Luka gasped, giving her crying companion a worried look.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" Miku laughed, a smile on her face despite the tears. "I'm just…so happy." She reached up to wipe away the salty droplets only for Luka to stop her. She grasped at her hands, keeping them where they were as she leaned in, licking away one of the salty streams. Miku jumped, feeling her cheeks growing all the warmer as Luka pulled away. She dared not reach up to wipe away her tears now, not with the sensation of Luka's tongue still fresh against her skin. Instead she gave her a loving smile, her eyes traveling back to the ring she had given her.

"Ah!" Luka exclaimed, pointing up at the sky. "A shooting star!" Miku forced herself to look away from the ring to look to where Luka had pointed, but the shooting star had already passed.

"Darn, seems I missed it," She sighed, turning back around.

"That's a shame, you don't see many shooting stars these days," Luka said, "You could have made a wish."

"Not really," Miku smiled, shaking her head as she took Luka's hand, feeling the cool surface of Luka's own ring with her fingers as she entwined them with her's. "I already have everything I could ever wish for."

Miku slowly opened her eyes to sunlight beginning to fill the dark corners of her room and the feeling of a warm embrace. Sleepily, she looked around, finding Luka snuggled under her covers along with her. Both of them had stripped off their clothes sometime during the night, and now they both lay beneath the sheets with their naked bodies pressed against and wrapped around each other. Arms and legs were tangled, leaving no room for Miku to wiggle without waking Luka up, but she was fine with it. She could feel every inch of Luka's soft skin with her body and when her chest rose as she breathed. She longed to press herself just a bit closer so she could feel Luka's sizable breasts just a bit more against her. But before she could even try, Luka's deep blue eyes fluttered open as she greeted Miku with a sleepy smile.

"Good morning," she mumbled, and almost like she had read Miku's mind, she pulled Miku closer to her. Miku couldn't help but blush as she smiled back at her.

"Morning," She responded, nuzzling against Luka, who giggled.

"Hey, that tickles!" she laughed, sitting up.

"Awww, but I can't help it." Miku mumbled in mock sadness as she slowly propped herself up, but as she looked to Luka she came to find she had already slid off the bed, gathering up her discarded clothes from the floor.

"Hey…"

"Sorry I have to leave so soon," Luka sighed, looking over to Miku with sorrowful eyes. "I promised my father I'd be back early if he let me stay over. I hope that's alright." Miku desperately wanted to say no and to reach out and pull Luka back to bed. She wanted to take in her nude form longer, to feel their body's entwining again. But instead she heaved a loud sigh of defeat.

"That's fine," she mumbled, lying belly-first back onto her bed, her voice muffled by the mattress.

"Sorry," Luka said, walking over as she began to slip on her clothes. Her body now clad in her underwear she knelt down, now eye to eye with Miku who looked back at her with a look that begged her to stay. "I'll see you on Monday, alright? It'll be our first day of being in the same club together." She ruffled Miku's already messy hair, laughing as Miku flopped around to try and bat her hand away.

"I just wish you didn't have to go," Miku muttered, giving Luka puppy eyes.

"As long as you have this I'll never really be gone," Luka told her, taking Miku's hand to show her the silver ring she had given her. Miku couldn't help but smile.

"Alright," She sighed, pushing herself upward. "Just one last kiss before you go."

"Fine," Luka smiled sweetly, cupping Miku's chin. "If it means you'll be happy until we see each other again, I'll be happy too."