This contains adult themes and adult humor. Reader discretion is advised.

Miku's Friday-night cheerleading dress rehearsal had run long and late. The girls were still practicing their routines in the short grass of a soccer field at the edge of the campus, even though the field floodlights had long since switched on.

As soon as the sun had set, a mysterious older woman with pink hair had appeared from out of nowhere. She lurked in a line of trees along one side of the soccer field, unseen by all— or so she had thought.

"Hi, Ms. Miku's Friend!" a familiar voice suddenly said to her. "Whatcha doin' out here?... Oh, I see. Creeping on the cheerleaders, huh?"

Luka froze in surprise, and then turned to find Miki standing next to her, holding a pair of big heavy textbooks and a huge plastic mug of evening coffee.

"...Ah," Luka said. "Miki from the coffee-house, yes? Hello. I am only waiting to meet with Miku after her rehearsal—"

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Miki said. "Of course you're not a scary creeper."

Luka smiled. "That is alright—"

"You're a love-crazed obsessive stalker instead!" Miki declared.

Luka didn't like where this was going, and so she tried to change the subject. "How did you happen to see me here?"

"This is along a shortcut that I take back to the coffee-house," Miki explained. "And besides that? I'm always seeing things that other people can't see."

"...is that so?" Luka asked with genuine interest.

"Yup!" Miki said proudly. "And you know what else?"

"What is that?" Luka asked. For a moment, she imagined that she sensed something unusual about Miki, the same as she had done with Miku.

"Sometimes," Miki said in a conspiratory whisper, "the things I see aren't merely schizophrenic hallucinations. Sometimes they're actually there."

Luka liked where this was going even less than before. Forgetting her intuition, she tried to change the subject again. "I see that you are carrying philosophy textbooks, Miki. Do you enjoy philosophy?"

Miki nodded. "That's my major. But I guess I'm doing things backwards. Most people get their philosophy degree first, and then settle for a low-paying job at a coffee-house, making silly drinks and having pointless arguments with hyper-caffeinated hipsters."

"There is nothing wrong with that," Luka said with a smile, "as long as that is what you like."

Miki looked up at the night sky. "My minor is astronomy. That's my favorite subject, and an astronomy degree would be even more awesomely useless. But my math isn't good enough to major in astronomy.

"Even here in the city, the night sky is so beautiful. There's nothing like looking up at a night sky to remind you that our tiny terrestrial existence is utterly insignificant and devoid of any meaning or purpose."

"...quite," Luka said in reluctant agreement. They both looked up between the trees at the night sky for awhile.

When Miki spoke again, her voice had a more serious tone. "You and Miku are a couple, aren't you? I didn't mean to spy on you, but you looked like you were on a date, last week. And she looked like she was having fun talking to you."

"Yes," Luka said. "I would prefer to keep that a secret. But yes, Miku and I are dating now."

"That's so cool," Miki said. "Miku is really special, you know. I hope you can make her happy.

"I have lots of regular customers at the coffee-house. But a lot of them aren't very nice. A lot of them just yell at me, or else they creep on me— and I look like a little girl, and that makes it even more creepy.

"And even if they are nice, after I try to talk to them, they stare at me like a deer caught in the headlights, and they can't wait to pay for their coffee and get out. In a way, that hurts me even more.

"Miku is one of the few regular customers who is always nice to me, and who has the patience to listen to me being weird. And I can tell that she's been through bad times, but she still loves to talk to people...

Miki blushed a little. "Oh, listen to me. Now I sound like I'm stalking Miku. But I hope you and Miku are happy together. And I hope you'll come back to the coffee-house sometime soon. It's been nice talking to you too."

"Thank you, Miki," said Luka. "I have enjoyed this as well. Yes, perhaps all three of us can have a chat at your coffee-house."

"I'd like that," Miki said. "Well, I'd better go home before I become a violent crime statistic. See ya later. And don't worry about Miku too much, OK?"

Luka raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"The sport of modern cheerleading is extremely dangerous," Miki said as she walked away. "These days, cheerleaders have almost as many serious injuries as the teams they're cheering. But the chances are still relatively small that Miku will suffer irreversible brain damage or spinal cord injury and become a quadriplegic vegetable for the rest of her life."

Luka watched Miki walk away with a blank stare. And then, she turned back to the field, just in time to see Miku practice a simple tumbling routine.

Luka's eyes widened in fear. She held both hands over her mouth and whimpered.

Miku's rehearsal was finally over. She had just got a towel from her duffel-bag when she felt a gentle embrace from behind. "Wha— oh, Luka! You scared me!... Hey, are you OK?"

An emotional Luka desperately clutched at Miku. "I am so relieved that you are unharmed!" she whispered tearfully.

"Um... thanks?" Miku nervously patted Luka's hand. "Hey, c'mon! Not in front of the girls! This is kind of embarrassing."

As Miku's cheerleading team-mates noticed the older woman hugging her, they began to whistle and whoop happily. Miku soon found herself and Luka at the center of attention.

Miku gave her team-mates a smile and a thumbs-up. On the other hand, Miku thought, this Public Display of Affection should be really good for my gay cred.

"I am sorry about that scene," said Luka, as she and Miku left the soccer field. "I happened to talk with Miki from the coffee-house, and—"

Miku held up a hand. "Say no more. I understand completely now."

"Do you mind wearing your cheerleading uniform on our date?" Luka asked. "I certainly would not complain. It suits you, Miku."

"Um, yeah. About that." Miku rubbed her neck in embarrassment. "Sorry, but I already ate dinner with the girls. And I'm sorry rehearsal ran so long, but it's really late now, and I'm kinda tired..."

Luka nodded patiently, but she also braced herself for the disappointment of a canceled date.

"...and I was wondering if it wouldn't be too weird if we just, um, went back to my room now." Miku asked with a shy smile.

Luka felt her spirits rise again. "I do not know if that would be weird or not," she said softly, "but I would not mind it at all."

Miku reached out, took Luka's hand and held it tightly. And then, she and Luka began to walk back to her residence hall.

As soon as they had reached Miku's room, Miku had excused herself and ducked down the hall for a quick shower after several hours of hard exercise. Luka sat on Miku's lower bunk-bed, legs crossed and eyes closed, half-way between deep thought and meditation.

Miku knocked softly at the door to alert Luka, and then came in, wearing a soft fuzzy teal bath robe. "Sorry for the wait," she said. "You know, given what we're about to do, you should have taken a shower with me."

"I would not want to risk being caught with you in the shower," Luka said. "I do not think I am supposed even to be here. But perhaps we could wait for a warm summer night's rainfall, drive out into the countryside, take off our clothes and dance together in the rain."

Miku felt herself go weak in the knees. "You've already seduced me, you know," she said. "You don't have to be so effortlessly romantic."

"I cannot help it when I am with you." Luka took in the sight of the freshly showered Miku. "This is the first time I have seen you with your hair down. It makes you look more mature."

Miku instinctively pulled a hand through her hair. "Yeah... I've worn my hair in twin-tails my whole life, but I don't know how much longer I can keep them. Not many college girls still have twin-tails."

"Perhaps you could wear the tails lower," Luka said, reaching out to stroke Miku's hair as well. "Any hairstyle is alright with me... but I might ask that you continue to wear your hair long."

"No problem," Miku said. "I have thought about having it bobbed to match Gumi for fun, but I couldn't bring myself to have it cut that short."

"By the way, where is Gumi?" asked Luka. "I hope that we have not evicted her from her own room."

"She took a pillow to the library," Miku said. "She said she could stay in a study room and let herself be locked in overnight. They don't usually allow things like that, but Gumi has already spent so much time at the library that she has contacts and friends in high places."

"How very thoughtful of her," a touched Luka said. "I suspect she is the one who put black paper over the window as well, because of my 'skin condition', as she took it."

"Don't give her too much credit," Miku said with a grin. "Ever since I asked for some privacy tonight, all I've heard is, 'is there anything else I can do to help you get laid?'"

"Then I must not disappoint her," Luka said. She stood up and embraced Miku. "Pardon my awkwardness. It has been some time since I have done this, and I am rather nervous myself."

"Since you mentioned it," Miku asked, "how long has it been?"

"Eighty-seven years," Luka said, "five months and twenty-three days."

Miku giggled. "But who's counting? Sorry, Luka. That's one heck of a 'dry spell'."

"May I ask the same question of you?"

Miku grimaced. "Ah. Well. To be honest? Unless you count that thing we did in the culvert? This is my first time past 'second base'."

A suddenly tearful Luka hugged Miku tightly again. "Oh, Miku!" she cried.

"Hey, calm down!" Miku said modestly. "You shouldn't be surprised. I told you when we first met that I don't do one-night stands."

"But you have always been so relaxed and confident with me," Luka said.

"I guess I'm a quick learner... so, um, how does this work with a vampire? Do you usually feed before or after all the other stuff?"

"Oh dear," Luka said, "Perhaps I should have discussed this with you before. I have never fed and made love at the same time. I fed deeply last night so that I could safely skip tonight."

"Oh," said Miku. "Well, that might be for the best. I don't know if I could handle this and that in one night."

"There are many other things that we can do instead." Luka lay back on Miku's bunk bed, with her arms above her head, and looked up at Miku expectantly.

"Wait a minute," Miku said. "Do you want ME to take the lead? I thought the older woman usually led the virgin down the wanton path of desire."

"You initiated this relationship," Luka said, "and so I thought that you would like to consummate it. And also? I must admit that I 'like it' when you make the choices and take control."

"Seriously?" Miku said. "You're not just joking? Or trying to build up my self-esteem? Because I'm just as happy to give as to receive."

"For tonight, and perhaps, many more nights... I am yours, body and soul. Do what you like."

Miku theatrically cracked her knuckles, and then slowly climbed on top of Luka. "In that case, I know a certain vampire who's already had her way with me three times. Let's see if I can even the score tonight."

Luka's eyes widened. "Three times in one night?" she asked nervously. "You need not be that generous. And this is not a game in which we keep score, Miku. You do not owe me anyEEEEE HEE HEE!"

"Oh, I insist," Miku said, as she caressed and undressed her lover. "Miku Hatsune repays her debts... with interest."