I still don't own Vocaloid. You guys know this.

Please bear with my work. I'm sorry for all my grammatical mistakes. Reviews?

I haven't updated for a while, Finals coming up and I need to pass mountains of projects.

"My game…"

Luka was sulking while playing the piano. The melody was sad, it was overwhelming. The pinkette's fingers skillfully played a melancholic tune accompanying her current emotion. She would resentfully close her eyes every now; her pink locks would sway to the motion or her hands and arms.

"I won't be able to find that game…" tuntuntun lala la~

"I don't want to leave my house again…" tuntuntun lala la~

Luka's slender fingers kept playing and playing it was as if she was Mozart's incarnate.

"More importantly…" tuntuntun lala la~

"I don't want to…" before Luka could finish playing, her doorbell rang.

Who…?

Unyuuu… I'm so nervous right now!

Miku was standing infront of Luka's "house" with a gold nameplate saying 'Megurine'. After talking it to Meiko, Kaito and Gakupo, she came to a decision to take heed of the trio's advice and head to Luka's house. But she would have never imagined Luka was in an entirely different league. Just by looking at the mansion, she could sense that Luka was an above average person.

Distracted with her thoughts, the gate creaked open. With a shudder, Miku walked through and knocked on the huge two-way door. It was designed with small intricate details fit for someone like Luka.

Luka peered into her peephole and was surprised that Miku was there. Her stomach churned. Her hands went stiff again. Her eyes and all other motors began to numb.

What was her name again? A… E…. I… O… U…

Luka slowly opened the door. Her pink bangs covered her eyes. Miku lifted her head. Meiko was tall but Luka was even taller. The pinkette had to lower her head just for Miku to see her. She had the perfect figure of a model, her beautiful pink hair, her pale skin, her lustrous curves… Miku studied the person in front of her, staring at her long and slender killer legs. The teallete was too stunned say anything, not to mention to do anything. They just stood there, eyes locked on to each other until Luka spoke in a very quiet whisper, her voice low it was hard to make out what was she saying.

A… E… I… O… U…

After a few seconds, Miku heard Luka reciting the vowels. One by one. A, E, I, O and U. That was all she spoke in her low whispery voice. Has she forgotten my name somehow…? It stung her heart a little but no matter. The teallete patiently waited for the right time and introduced herself slowly, speaking only the syllable per vowel pronounced.

A… "Ha-"

U… "-stu-"

E… "-ne."

I… "Mi-"

U… "-ku."

The pinkette quietly stopped and gently reached for Miku's head. Miku was speechless, rendering her vulnerable to the pinkette's advances. She felt her hand pet her head ever so gently. Blood started to rush her cheeks, her mouth quivered and her heart pounded faster and faster.

"Hatsune Miku-san," She started, giving a gentle pat on her head. Her bangs revealed her cerulean eyes, the same as her own with huge black circles under them. Her lips parted into a serene smile but there was something off… Miku couldn't tell what.

"Y- yes?!" Miku spoke louder than she should. That was it! Luka kept petting her head, it was unbearable. Miku knew her face was red, her hands were sweaty and her heart was still not slowing down. She couldn't help but to stare at the magnificent figure in front of her. It was unbelievable that someone like her carried Miku all the way to her house.

Luka gestured a hand for Miku, inviting her to come inside. She offered her hand to Miku as she fully opened the door as if she was saying 'Would you like to come inside?'. Her smile disappeared and went back to its emotionless state as if nothing has happened. For Miku, it was as if a prince has invited her to his castle.

"It's probably cold outside; it's a lot warmer in here." Miku nodded, too embarrassed to say anything. She nervously took Luka's hand, not breaking eye contact with her and went inside.

"What would you like? Tea?" Luka asked the teallete. Her eyes stared at the teallete

"A-any-thing would be okay…" She cast her look on her skirt. She was only come here to apologize in the first place, now she's invited to her home. It was just as her mind perceived. Everything was first-class. Wherever you look, you know it's something far greater than what you have. The architectural design was flawless; making you question yourself what world you're currently living in.

"Ok then. I'll prepare dinner, would that be fine? You haven't eaten right?" Luka patted her head again, Miku obliged to her action, still looking down and smiled. She answered with a satisfied 'yes'.

Luka sat up the sofa and slowly went to the kitchen. The living room was enormous. Miku was scared to be left there alone. Instinctively grabbing Luka's jacket, Miku choked her words.

"Um… Can I come with you...?" Luka stared back at her, Miku's eyes practically tearing up. Sensing the aura, Luka stooped down to meet Miku's eye level cupping her right cheek. Miku flinched by Luka's very cold hands. Her eyes meet the cerulean orbs staring back right at her. Her face showed no emotion, but her words felt warm and sincere.

"Would you like to help me prepare…?"

Miku felt her heartbeat intensify with every touch the pinkette was giving her. She wasn't used with this much physical attention; her parents hardly held her hand let alone cup her cheek like this. Miku squeezed her eyes shut and fervently nodded her head. Luka stood up and grabbed her hand in a 'prince-ly' like manner.

"Umm… " Miku wanted to start a conversation, but it doesn't look like Luka would. She kept preparing things, not saying a word. Glancing towards Miku every now and then but as soon as she's satisfied, she'll once again get back to work. Miku could only gawk at her presence. Miku concluded that Luka was a silent type of person with a cool and reserved demeanor.

"Hatsune-san, what would you like for dinner?" Miku was surprised.

"Anything would be fine…" She was merely repeating what she had said earlier.

"You don't have any requests?" Luka cocked her head to the right, her expression didn't change.

"No. I couldn't. It would-"She was cut off by Luka stepping closer to her.

"It's okay. I don't mind. It would be great if you would. It would save me the trouble of thinking what to cook." She patted her head again.

"Also, I would be glad to have pleased my guest." Miku was slowly getting used to this, but nonetheless she didn't reject her actions. In fact, she actually liked it.

"Leeks…?"Miku grabbed Luka's hand that was currently petting her head and squeezed it tight. Luka's hand was cold, why is that..?

"Ok then. Let's get started then." Giving a last pat on her head. Miku happily helped Luka with everything she needed.

Luka slumped down her couch; her pink locks flew to her side.

Wow, she's a great cook! I can't believe leeks tasted so… so delicious! Not that it didn't taste great before but… Having reminded of her dinner, Miku began imagining Luka cook her leeks. Just the thought of it, wearing an apron, slowly feeding Miku-

Wait! WAIT! HOLD ON! What am I thinking?! Her conscience was in a form of a tiny Miku continuously rolling on the floor, arms holding her legs and teal hair messed up, flying everywhere.

Miku sat down beside her but scooted a bit further from Luka. Noticing their distance, Luka threw her arms and wrapped it to the tealette's slim waist. Bringing their bodies closer to each other, Luka rested her chin on Miku's head. Miku felt her warm body against her tiny back.

Wha—what's happening?! I can feel something pressing against my…Everything was moving too fast for Miku to understand.

"Wa-waaaa…!" Miku was flailing her arms and Luka released her from the tight embrace.

"Sorry, you didn't like that?" Luka quizzically looked at Miku. Cocking her head yet again. Miku felt her gut clench. It wasn't that she didn't like it…

"No! Don't, um misunderstand. I was just, um…" she darted her eyes. Avoiding eye contact to the person in front of her.

" …I was just, um, surprised… that's all…" Luka then stared at her, trying to catch Miku's gaze. Miku just squeezed her eyes shut. She began blushing intensely, her whole body felt hot and her ears were ringing.

"So it's okay if I hug you…" Miku's heart jumped out of her chest. She looked at her, eyes wide open, her mouth fell and was left open. Luka hugged her as if it was normal. Everything about her was perfect. She was a nice and warm person contrary to the expression she gives off. Miku hesitantly hugged back but after a while she hugged Luka just as much.

"I'm sorry…" Miku started. She buried her head to Luka's shoulder, inhaling her scent.

"What for…?"

"Because of me… you missed an important appointment…" Miku recalled what Meiko had told her. Luka hurried home just after taking Miku home.

"Oh. That." Luka flatly replied; making Miku fell even guiltier.

"I'm s-" She was cut off again by Luka patting her head.

"It's okay. You don't have to worry about that. It wasn't…" Luka shrugged. "… that important."

Miku looked up, tears started to pool at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill. Her nose was getting red and her breathing was faster than before.

"Are you sure…?" A single teardrop fell from Miku's face. Oh no… I'm about to cry… Tears, stop! I don't want to embarrass myself even further… Especially, in front of her...

"I'm," Luka hugged her more tightly and rested their foreheads together. "…just glad you're okay."

Miku had never heard anyone that they were glad she was fine. Now, a total stranger (but not anymore), has stated that fact. Both their eyes not looking away; look intently at each other. Both of them not moving until Miku gave Luka cheerful grin. Luka only gave her a slight crooked grin, but it was alright. Miku knew a little about her with this short meeting.

After that, both watched TV much to Miku's delight. Her flat screened TV was not only huge, but multi-functional as well. Glancing up the clock, it was already late. Miku had to go home; she has school tomorrow plus a ton of homework to finish.

"I have to hurry home…" She looked at Luka and was surprised she fell asleep on the couch. Her head was resting on Miku's shoulder.

"She looks so…" Miku stared intently at Luka's face. Every corner, every line, she etched inside her mind.

Those eyebags… Was she staying up every night?

"It would be rude to just wake her up." Miku thought. But just as she spoke, Luka woke up and grunted. She didn't open her eyes, it was squeezed shut with her eyebrows arched in a furrow.

"Megurine-san?" Luka sleepily opened her eyes and pushed Miku down on the sofa. Luka was on top of Miku and in their current situation; the teallete could have fainted then and there. Luka rubbed her eyes and lowered her gaze to Miku's. Miku was so confused that she could only lie back defenseless. Luka's long pink hair draped down her head and some part tickled Miku's face.

Some part of Miku told her to push the attacker away, but a little part inside her heart is telling her to wait. Couldn't tell what is right, Miku closed her eyes hoping it would be all over. Her heart was beating even faster than before, furiously pumps blood all throughout her veins and her lungs rapidly distributing oxygen to where it was needed. The tealette's breathing was abnormal and her face was red all over.

Luka was only a centimeter away from her face. She placed her lips closer to Miku's ear and whispered. Her breath made Miku's ear tingle with excitement and somewhat a moan escaped from her lips.

"Don't call me that…" She got up and grabbed Miku's wrist, pulling her to sit.

"…Luka. Call me Luka." She introduced herself. Miku's heart was beating too fast it was as if it was in overdrive. Luka looked at her with expecting eyes; cerulean orbs stared straight to the teallete's soul.

"Lu… lu… Luka." Miku repeated. She was trembling and her voice squeaked.

"Say it again." Luka's voice was so calm. Making sure she wouldn't mess up Miku repeated.

"Lu-luka!" This time, she said it louder than she intended to.

Luka held her index finger. 'Once more' she instructed.

"Luka." Miku looked into Luka's eyes and saw how it sparkled. She never knew saying her name would make her so happy. Without a moment's warning, Miku hugged Luka and kept repeating her name over and over again.

"Luka!" The older woman just nodded in silence and combed Miku's hair with her slender fingers.

"Luka, um, I have to go home now." Miku bowed her head and waved her hand. Just as she was about to step outside the gate, she felt she has forgotten something. She turned her back once more to see Luka following her.

Luka reached for her head and gently ruffled her hair. "I'll take you home." Her cold hands ran through her hair.

"Ehh?!" Miku was blushing again. "I don't want t-"

"You don't want me to?"

"Um, it's not that! I, uh… "Luka just looked at her silently. Miku wasn't articulate enough to form the correct words to say.

"I've been, um imposing on you, um way too much."

"I don't really mind."Blood started to paint Miku's cheeks with a faint pink.

"Um, I only came to, um, apologize. You invited me over and, um, even made me dinner."

"You are my guest after all."Miku took her hand and clutched it tight. She looked at Luka's expressionless eyes.

"But…!"

"More importantly," Luka swiftly took Miku's hand and placed a gentle kiss upon it. "I don't want to leave you alone walking around at this hour."

Miku had lost all brain control. She practically didn't breathe for two whole seconds. She snapped back to reality when Luka's cold hand poked her cheek.

'Are you ok?' she's saying without any words at all. Miku covered her face with her hands, it was just too embarrassing. She fervently nodded before she would put up with another of Luka's unbearable stunts.