A.N.

Thank you all for your comments! They make me really happy. I greatly appreciate it. I'm going to take my time to respond to all of your comments. ^ ^ (Sorry if sometimes I do not say much in response to your comments… it's that I have almost nothing to say, but that does not mean I do not like your review, eh! )

ikexsamus : Well, thank you to you! I appreciate your comments! ^ ^ (Response to your PS: It is a good thing that you accept homosexual people. I encourage those who accept them. x) But I agree that people all have different opinions.)

Shadow Bloody : Bon allez, toi, je te réponds en Français. C'est plus simple pour moi surtout. x) Vraiment, je te remercie pour ton commentaire. (Méheu ton Anglais n'est pas mauvais du tout. Il est peut-être même meilleurs que le miens. ;o) Attends, tu espères que Miku aime aussi Luka ? Mmh. On verra bien. LOL. En tout cas, vraiment contente que le précédent chapitre t'a plu ! Tes commentaires me font toujours autant plaisir ! Et en passant, merci d'avoir pris ton temps pour écrire ton commentaire en Anglais. ^^

Abra Fucking Kadabra : Haha. Thank you. Your comment made me smile. And Luka is your … wife? Oh. I thought she was mine. LOL. (No, really… I'm saying nonsense here.)

FallOutAtTheCobraAcademyDisco : Thank you! If Miku loves Luka back? Hmm ... I cannot tell you if she is or not. It's a secret! ;D

TheMysteriousArtist : For some reason, I was somewhat surprised when I read your comment. It's really good ideas that you got there. By cons, it's a shame, because I really cannot answer this. Anyway, thank you for your comment! I appreciate it! Learn that it's powerful and it almost made you cries, give me happiness! I try to send the emotions to my readers. ^^

tiny dots : Aww, thank you! Connecting my chapter on a personal level? It's a lot, seriously. But your whole review made me happy! I appreciated what you had written! ;D

alvinluv : Oh! Thanks a lot for your comment! A chapter from Miku's point of view? Yes, I'll certainly make one. That should be the next chapter, by the way! But don't worry; I will not let Miku's feelings be mysterious. And I agree that love can be so painful that you can see only as hate. Anyway, I appreciate your comments! ;D

Reivi Kiizhu : Even if you are my beta reader, I'll still answer you, eh! Yes, you told me they like the chapter, but it's because of you if they had liked it! I know I'm repeating myself often, but I really appreciate your corrections and I really want people to notice the good work you do! Anyway, thank you for everything you've done so far! ^ ^

Aiko Hamano : Thank you for your comment! Yes, I know it's complicated, but I like when love is complicated, so it's explains why it is. But it is somehow normal if Miku is acting weird. ;D

Murakumo-kaon : Oh! Thank you! Really glad I made you cry. It's kind of weird what I just said, right? But still your comment really made me happy. ^ ^

Kimera Kuroaki : I triply like your reaction now! No really, thank you for your comments. They all make me smile. ;D

MultipleShipper : Thank you for your comment! I really appreciated it! I'm really happy that my fanfic leave you guessing. I was not sure about that, you know, I thought the plot was a bit easy ... how can I say this ... to guess...? Anyway, I'm also happy that I inspired you to write your own Luka x Miku fanfic! If you ever write one, I'll certainly read it. (At the same time, I read everything that has to do with Miku and Luka, so... x))

FallingtotheGround : Hehe. Thank you to you! Your comment made me laugh a little. At the same time, I think it's a good thing that you put a touch of humor in the commentary; it made it different from other reviews! But I'm really glad you enjoyed the chapter! ;D

colonel mustard in the kitchen : Oh! You're the one who always has original names! Yes, I know its lack of romance, but do not worry; maybe there will be some. Anyway, thank you! ^ ^

BuyMeABlueLolipop : Oh! Thank you very much, really! I greatly appreciate your comments! I liked them all. And do not take it badly, but your weird humor kind of scare me. But I love this kind of humor anyway. It made me laugh. (The humor of the English is so different from the French one, but I still prefer the English one. x)) But unfortunately I do not know what to say ... yet I loved your comments. Thank you for the errors you found; that somehow allowed me to understand the errors. Again, thank you! ^ ^

Klemiel : Oh! You're the one who wrote this cute one-shot of Miku and Luka! I remember it! (By the way, I wanted to tell you that I like very much your stories of Miku and Luka, but I'm sorry if I don't make review ... laziness is not always funny, you know. ;o) Anyway, thank you for your comment. ^ ^

Nocturnal Moon : Thank you! Hmm ... When you love someone after that person broken your heart, it sucks? I do not really know about that, that never happened and I hope it will never happen to me either. But yeah, I guess, it should hurt. ;o

Can't login cuz I'm at school : You hope everything will be better for them? Um ... xD Anyway, thank you for your comment! (You wrote this comment at school? Hehe. I appreciate it. ;D)

Ino'sgirl1218 : Well, thank you! I really do not know what to say, but I'm really glad that you enjoy my story! ^^

Again, Thanks to all for your reviews! ^^

Chapter corrected by Reivi Kiizhu! And please people, I really want you to know that Reivi is really doing good job with the corrections! I'm sure that my fanfic would not be that well written! So yeah, thank you very much to Reivi! ;D


Luka's diary.
I'm so tired and confused. I don't understand. I really don't understand my heart or my feelings. Miku ... Oh my dear Miku, why are you doing such things? Why are you so mean? Even if you make me go through all this pain, I will love you. Yes, I still love her. It's surprising, right? I thought I really hated her, but after what has happened, I've changed my mind. The mere image of seeing her cry really hurt me. I'm ashamed of what I am, ashamed that I'll always love her. I would like to be a normal person. But I don't think that'll be possible. People have a good reason to laugh at me; after all, a girl who loves another girl? It's just disgusting.

Disgusting ... I hate that word. The word that destroys me, the word used by Miku to qualify me. Hasn't she noticed she's hurting me? Anyway, I don't think she cares about me. A homophobic shouldn't worry for a homosexual, after all. But is it normal for a homosexual to worry for a homophobic? I think not, but I do so still; I'm worried about Miku.

oOo

Luka ran her fingers along her arm and touched her cuts, which, over time, have started to enclose. Touching her wounds had now become some sort of convention. After all, it's been almost a month she had them. She also had not returned to school after the event. She didn't want to return to school; people made fun of all those who were not perfect and normal. And above all, she did not want to see Miku. But the tall girl had no choice; her parents were forcing her to return today. Moreover, Luka had said nothing about what had happened between herself and Miku. She categorically refused to talk to her parents. Even when her mother was almost on her knees to beg her to tell them or even when her father had called a psychologist to talk to his daughter. But she refused to say anything. For the simple reason that she did not want to tell to her parents that she was actually lesbian.

She was afraid of how they would react.

After breakfast, she immediately went to school but the road looked… Different. Usually, people threw themselves onto her to wish her a good morning. But this time, there were very few people who hailed. It didn't bother her; she preferred to avoid talking with anyone anyway. For Luka, to return to school was a difficult thing. She was a little afraid that the whole school was aware about her homosexuality. This wouldn't be as surprising as the last time she had entered, there were already a majority of people who knew about it.

When Luka walked in the school, her hands became sweaty as she noticed most of the students were already looking at her. Unlike Miku, who could easily pass unnoticed, the roseate was easily made out because of her popularity. Her vision became blurry, the beating of her heart gathered speed and her breathing became hoarse. She was afraid. Luka put the hood of her jacket over her head and thrust her headphones in her ears. She opened the MP3, which Miku had given her, with trembling hands and inserted it in a pocket of her jeans. She played soft and relaxing music. Listening to music was the only way to drown out other people's talk.

Luka decided to go straight into her classroom, even though the bell had not yet rung. She was relieved to see that she was the first to be there. The girl put her books on her desk, sat on her chair and sighed. She did not really didn't look forward to classes starting. So she took that small moment of relaxation as a pleasure. She hid the wire of her earphones underneath her jacket and kept her hood over her head. If the teacher would see her listening to music during his lecture, he would be extremely ferocious indeed. It was therefore better to hide the evidence. After a few minutes alone, students began to enter the classroom. Luka avoided looking at them ... especially as Miku entered, staring at her with a very surprised expression as if she had not really expected to see her again. When the bell rang, announcing the start of classes, Luka gazed at her thumbs. Fortunately for her, as she listened to music; she couldn't hear anybody else's words. By cons, what made her nervous was that she felt that some people were gawking at her. So it was a relief when the professor began his course; all attention was focused on him. Luka closed her eyes and let her be carried away by the soft music. She silently tapped her foot to the rhythm of the music. She soon noticed a folded paper on her desk. Luka looked at the class wondering who had given her the piece of paper. However, she could not know who it was, because all attention was focused on the teacher. Heart pounding, she unfolded the piece of paper to reveal a drawing. It was ... Miku on a field with the body of a cow. It was noted that below the drawing, it said: "Miku is a loser".Luka immediately felt anger surging within her. What kind of class was this? People made fun of anyone, really. Yet, they mocked Miku more harm than they would had make fun of her. Luka shook the paper very hard in the palm of her hand, crumpling it. Standing abruptly from her chair, she banged her hands on her desk.

"Who did this!" She shouted, looking at everyone.

The students looked at the pink haired girl with amazed faces, while the professor was advancing toward her. He grabbed the paper and when he saw what was on it, he threw it into the trash with a sigh as if he were accustomed, as if he did not care. This had the effect of angering more Luka. She did care, because they laughed at Miku. She knew how much it hurt. She clenched her jaw and looked at the cyan haired girl; her eyes were in tears. So she had seen the drawing. Luka was still standing. Now she fixed the professor with a defiant look. He looked sternly at the tall girl. Walked over to her, he pulled the headphones from her ears with an abrupt gesture. The complexion of his face became red with anger.

"Stop listening to music in my class and remove your hoodie! Such disgusting behaviour!" He cried.

Of course, he was angry for that, but he was not angry because of the drawing. Luka did so anyway; she took off the hood of her head. The teacher held out his hand, so Luka gave him her music player. She sighed and bestowed him a face filled with hatred. He raised an eyebrow and dropped the MP3 on the corner of his desk. Miku was staring closely at the music player. It was sort of expected; it was she who had given her this MP3, after all.

"As you do not listen during my course, Megurine, go in front of the class and read the page 147 of your textbook."

Heaving a huge sigh, Luka grabbed her textbook. As the professor commanded her to, she stood in front of the class with the page in the right place. The title of the text she had to read was: 'Inappropriate behaviour of teenagers'. Luka immediately realized that he had picked out that page on purpose for her to read. She cleared her throat and began reading in a soft and smooth voice. Anyone could tell that the pink haired girl had a voice worthy of a singer. But suddenly her voice changed, and the calm tone she was taking, turned into a trembling and low voice. Luka was nervous. She felt insecure without her MP3. She could hear the ceaseless whispers of students. That shut her up in the middle of her reading, unable to continue. Seeing the sudden illness of his student, the professor ordered to Luka to sit back at her place.

After this period, which had lasted an eternity for the pink haired girl, she approached the teacher to have her MP3 back. The teacher was seated, foot on his desk and hands behind his head. After class, he was different ... very different.

"Um ... Can I get my MP3, please?" She asked, being careful not to forget right way.
"I'm sorry, Megurine, but it will not be possible. For you to learn the lesson well, I'll keep it for a week."
"But ... But you do not understand! I really need it..."
"That you need it or not, it's my duty to confiscate it."

Furious, Luka swore under her breath and struck a heavy blow with her fist on the teacher's desk that widened his eyes, surprised by the sudden anger of his student. She grabbed his horrible tie and pulled him closer to her with a menacing look. She hated this professor. She hated him because when people were making fun of Miku, he did nothing and because he did not want to give her MP3 back. He wore a frightened look which was amusing to Luka. She felt really superior to him. She released him with an almost demonic laugh. She left immediately, slamming the door violently. Without MP3, she will become crazy and she will hear other people's conversations. But then again, she was already crazy. What she had done to the professor was not her habit. But she knew a place where it would be quiet, where there will be nobody and where she could spend the rest of the day tranquil. She walked quickly to the second floor. She then entered the music room where she locked the door behind her. She heaved a sigh of relief. She was fed up. She really wanted to change schools. She had never seen a school as bad as this one.

Luka turned and jumped violently when she noticed that she was not the only one who took this place as a refuge. Miku was there. She was crouching in a corner of the room, her head on her knees. It was pitiful to see her like that. She looked so fragile ...

Luka didn't want to stay here. Even if a part of her told her to stay. She put her hand on the doorknob ...

"Wait!"

The pink haired girl froze in surprise. She looked at Miku who had not moved a hair. Had she imagined what she had just said? Which would also not be surprising, since she had expected her to say that word, to tell her to stay with her ... Luka looked at the ground, uncomfortable. She really did not know what to do. What if Miku did not want her to stay? Maybe she should go ... She grabbed again the doorknob, but stopped when Miku let out a loud scream. She froze again looked at the cyan haired girl who had risen with a really worried face. The little girl then came over to her very slowly. Luka started to panic. The beating of her heart gathered speed as she was approaching. When she was a few meters from her, Miku stopped. There was a really embarrassing silence as Luka refused to look into her eyes. Miku had cried. Her eyes were red. Miku had done to her so much pain, so why did she want to take her in her arms to try to comfort her? Why that seeing Miku in this pity state gave her a painful twinge in her heart? Why...? Why did she still love her?

Luka took a step forward. But Miku immediately made a few steps back with a frightened face. The pink haired girl then stopped her gesture, her eyes riveted on the floor.

"Stay… Stay away…"

Miku was afraid. She could feel it. Her voice and her whole body trembled a lot. But what was she afraid about? Was she afraid of her? Was she afraid that Luka would hurt her again? Miku was about to speak, but immediately turned back to her. Her shoulders then began to rise at the pace of her loud breathing. She was crying. A lot. Luka felt her powerful sadness as a tear rolled down her cheek. Why had she started crying, too? It was like Miku had taken possession of her heart, as if Miku was sharing her immense sadness with her ...

The roseate ran toward her, grabbed her by her arm, pulled her towards her and pressed her firmly against her. Miku repeated several times Luka's name desperately, while one of her hand was clutching Luka's back. One of the hands of the pink haired was very gently rubbing Miku's back and her other hand used to play with her hair. Miku calmed down immediately. Luka's heart warmed, relieved that the girl stopped to cry. It was simple: when Miku was sad, Luka also.

They remained like that for a while until Miku emerged from the embrace. It was something strange. Normally, if Miku thought that Luka was disgusting, she would have rejected her ... But this was not the case; she had even participated to the hug. A slight sense of hope pervaded the pink haired girl.

The shy girl was headed to the door, leaving. Luka's eyes widened. So that was it? Miku was leaving already. The pink haired girl was about to shout at her to stay, but Miku turned and looked at her.

"Luka... I... I really hope that you hate me, because if it is the case, I'll be the one to suffer," she said with a small smile.

Miku had just smiled to her. It was… It was a miracle. By cons, her sentence made her really worry. But... The only one to suffer? What did that mean? Luka was about to replicate something, but Miku interrupted her automatically as if she did not want her to say something.

"Farewell Luka," she whispered, leaving.

Wait ... Miku is saying goodbye! Why...? Luka then fell to her knees on the floor, really confused. She did not understand Miku. But, now, deep in her heart, she felt that Miku did not hate her, but something made her suffer; something made her afraid. Was it possible that...? Her heart beat suddenly became faster. Maybe Miku loved her, but she was probably scared because she loved a girl. That might explain her strange behavior. Maybe she just tried to deny the fact that she was homosexual or bisexual? If it were the case, Miku was suffering perhaps more than her. Luka remembered very well the times she had learned it. She was very upset, but even if she had done her best to become a normal person, there was no way to escape the truth.

As the bell rang Luka jumped up, looking determined. She must talk to Miku. She must know the truth about her. The pink haired girl walked into class and sat at her respective place. When classes began, Luka panicked. Miku wasn't there! The roseate searched around the classroom, hoping that she was sitting somewhere else, but that wasn't the case. Some students spoke of her, but she did not care. Her vision became blurred. She had a good reason to be worried. Miku has just said goodbye to her and failed to show up to class!

The teacher ordered students to remain silent and began his course with bad news;

"Hatsune Miku is moving to Tokyo, today ..."

Luka's eyes widened. Tokyo was ... Far from here ... Really Far. The pink haired girl sprang from her chair, her hands on her desk with a frightened face. She then went outside the classroom. She was running. Running as fast as possible to join Miku before it was too late. She left the school with eyes filled with tears, her heart beating at full throttle. So it was that; that was the reason of her farewell, the reason of her tears and the reason of her fears. Luka stumbled in the middle of the street, grazing her knees whilst doing so, but continued on.

When she finally arrived in front of Miku's house, she was panting, hands on her thighs, trying to catch her breath. She was there; ready to get into the car to leave. But Miku had stopped her act when she had noticed that Luka was there. Their eyes met, while their hearts were beating at an accelerated beat. Miku opened her mouth to speak, but closed it immediately, her head lowered. She opened the door of the car accompanied by someone that Luka deduced to be her mother. She resembled to her, but older. When Miku was about to enter, Luka shouted:

"No! Wait! Don't go! Don't leave me alone, Miku, please... I need you."

Miku's contortion seemed…Shocked. Luka felt helpless. She could do nothing. She could still not kidnap Miku and keeps her with her, after all. The cyan haired girl looked at her mother.

"Can I … Can I talk to her for a moment, pl-please?" asked Miku to her mother.
"No, you don't have time to say goodbye. Come on, we have to go."

Miku looked quite disappointed. Luka, her, was completely destroyed. She felt that her heart was burnt and torn leaving remnant ashes. They looked again into their eyes, trying to keep a final image of the other. Miku had suddenly smiled; Luka had done the same, even if their hearts were not there. If they might not be able to see each other again, it would be better to part each other with a smile.

Miku then entered the car. Luka was still looking at her. She wanted to pull her arm and take her away from here. But she could not do such a thing. All she could do was to watch her go. Her mother seemed so selfish that she could not even tell to Miku that she loved her. She wanted to tell her before she leaves. She knew that the cyan haired girl already knew her feelings, but she had not said those three important words.

When the car began to leave, Luka clenched her fists and ran. Fortunately for her, the speed of the car was not fast at first. She came near the window of Miku, always running. They looked at each other again. Miku had one hand on the window.

"I love you Miku Hatsune! I love you!" Luka cried as loud as possible so that she could hear her.

Miku seemed to have heard it since she widened her eyes and since a tear ran down her cheek. When they began to lose sight, she heard Miku screaming her name several times in a hoarse voice. Luka then fell to her knees on the street, hands on her head. She cried as hard as she could when she lost sight of the car. The eyes of passers-by were all riveted on the tall girl. Tears of anger and sadness rolled down her cheeks. She was angry at herself; she had not realized that Miku was suffering as much as her. Miku loved her back. She was just afraid of the feelings she discovered, to know that she loved a girl ... But, now that she was gone, Luka could not apologize for being such an idiot.

She was also very sad ...
Because she will probably never see Miku again …
The pain was more overwhelming than the last time ...
Her heart was not broken ...
Worse, it was torn...


Luka thinks that Miku do loves her, but is that really the case? * Evil laugh *

Anyway, for the next chapter, I shall do it in Miku's point of view. .o.

Review, please? ;D