Apologies for the hiatus! I needed some time to get me out of my I-want-to-write-a-horror-story mood, and I almost converted this into another horror story as well. Gimme some time to sort out my planning.

And to those who said it was going too fast... well, I suppose it's how one really feels about these sort of stories. I will not change the plotline or anything to accomodate anyone. Thanks :D

Once again, apologies for the lowered standards. There may be some confusing parts, but that's all I can say, or else I'll blurt out the whole plot. :D

Disclaimer: Nope, there is no way I will own Vocaloid or the song. :D

Luka ruffled my hair, but that action almost shocked me, her fingers weaved into my bangs threateningly, even though a friendly smile was plastered onto her face. She put her face right in front of mine and breathed loudly, ignoring the startled stares of the gang. Since when did Luka dare to confront any of the member of this dangerously enticing group?

"I need to tell you something," Luka whispered.

Lily gave me a push and I stumbled out of my seat, before regaining my composure and giving the rest a careless wave. I used to be acquaintances with Luka, formal chats and forced smiles, nothing else. She was like an elder sister to me-not that I gave her any chance to snoop into my business. Yet her presence gave Mikuo some solace, some comfort that we were not alone and for that, I was grateful. Along with my past self, I shoved our somewhat friendship into the furnace, watching it burn away.

Was it because of Gakupo now...?

I trotted down into an empty classroom with her, suddenly wary. I had never seen Luka angry, nor did I have any wish to see it at all. The silence was stiffening as Luka paused, her back to me. I took the opportunity to slide away and prop myself on a table, before rearranging the suspicious expression on my face into one of slight boredom. Showing your true emotions was a blunder, as experience had imprinted onto my mind.

"You've really gone too far, Miku," there was an edge to her voice.

"Hm, I wonder."

"You shouldn't have-there was no- it was wrong-" Luka stumbled over her words and it destroyed her intimidating appearance.

There was a mild confusion and hesitation present as she tugged at the hems of her shirt, another hand reaching to smoothen her bangs. She tapped her shoe on the ground, her fingers running about the air around her, trying desperately to find anything to grip onto. She muttered incoherent words that I could not catch, obviously in a frenzied state. This was bad. There was no telling what she might do next. I clutched onto the sides of the table, steadying my heart.

"You shouldn't have neared anyone!" She burst out, her voice quivering.

"What?" I asked, glad that I sounded uninterested.

She whirled around to face me, her face set into a frown. Despite the temporary disfigurement of her face, it was not enough to mar her beauty. It was curious why Lily did not pick her instead of me to join the group. She took deliberate steps towards me, her eyes narrowing into slits.

"You shouldn't, it's wrong, it's just wrong," her eyebrows knitted together, her cheeks puffing out.

I noted that her fingers were curling up into fists. One leg crossed over another and I leant forward, raising an eyebrow.

"It's wrong, you-stay away! Stay away!" She cried, her hands wrapping themselves around my shoulders.

I winced, peeking at her.

"Stay away from who?" I questioned.

"EVERYONE! YOU STAY AWAY! STAY AWAY! IT WAS WRONG TO BE NEAR ANYONE! YOU SHOULDN'T-THAT WASN'T! It wasn't a part of the plan. It wasn't. You-stay away from everything, run, run, RUN!" Luka was deranged, her slender finger locking around my throat, squeezing.

There was an uncomfortable feeling at my throat and I spluttered, coughed and tried to jab at her fingers, pulling them away. I wasn't dying, Mikuo needed me, or Lily would destroy everything. My arms flailed around madly as black spots punctured my vision. If only I could scream, if only I had more strength. I fought, scratching at whatever that was within my reach, yet she did not yelp, instead more force was implemented. I was blacking out, fading, fading-and miraculously, Luka let go, retreating. She staggered, her hands forming into balls of fists and rubbing against her face. I jumped off the table, trying to escape from this madness, whatever was happening. Confusion seared across my mind, burning everything in a smoky haze. My knees had to buckle this time and I fell. I grabbed my throat, panting. My lungs burned, my thoughts sloshed about and compiled into a meaningless scramble of colours.

"I wasn't supposed to-Rin told me-Lily was saying-" I caught snippets of her murmuring.

I scratched against the marble tiles, preparing my voice to scream, for help, anything. Luka bent down and caressed my face. I froze. Her icy cold skin made me shiver in trepidation.

"Get away from me," I mumbled, sucking in as much air as I could.

"I don't want to harm you! It was just- you're being used, I heard them... there were pawns, on that surface of black and white... Rin was... by blue-haired male and she wanted..." there were blanks in her statement and my mind was in no appropriate state to comprehend her words.

Luka was mad, and that fact registered itself firmly upon the thick white walls of my head.

"Ah, Luka dear, gossiping about me again?" Rin's voice piped up from nowhere.

"R-rin!" Luka scrambled to her feet.

Rin blocked the door, casually swinging her leg to and fro. She pointed an accusing finger at Luka and shook her head in something similar to pity. Luka stood in her place, like a soldier, awaiting orders. Rin flicked her finger in another direction and a sweet smile spread on her face. As Luka dashed to leave, Rin called out,

"Isn't it wonderful that true love can exist, Luka dear?"

Luka swivelled around, a glare fixated upon Rin. She stretched her arms out, her fingers curled, as though wishing to put Rin through the same treatment she had given me.

"You don't- you don't know a single thing, dammit. You idiot-" she cursed, shaking Rin violently.

"Of course she knows everything, Luka. You forgot the assistant's role didn't you?" Lily's voice, now.

There was a rush of footsteps and it eventually faded into silence. I clutched my throat, taking more greedy gulps of air. Their conversation brought forth a wave of migraine and it only managed to keep my heart palpitating away.

"Miku."

I glanced up into the worried gaze of Rin, who helped me up. That normal expression vanished as soon as it appeared and she leant back, allowing her bangs to cover her eyes. Her giggles filled up the stillness of the room. She nodded at Lily, who was smirking. I fell onto a chair, gazing at where Luka had been. Something was wrong-Luka was usually composed, calm.

"A twisted wire in the whole circuit," Lily replied the questions in my mind.

"Oh, but that was so funny, don't you think? The hurried scampering of the rat once the eagle swoops down- I do love drama. I can't wait to see the actions-" Rin laughed innocently, but the last of her words were hushed by Lily.

"Let's not spoil the fun. Oh, poor Miku. She needs some peace."

Fade to black.

Oh gawd. Writing FPSP has drained my creativity.

Doods.

Blobs.

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Ollie