Yay! Another two months have passed.

Ahh yes.

*cries

The distant memories of summer etched in Miku's mind played in a slow motion on the first day of her class. They finished off the remaining of their homework the day after without much fuss. The teal-haired princess kept on zoning out for most of the day until she realized school had ended. She met up with Len and Rin after class and even they knew that something was bothering Miku.

"Man, Miku, I can't believe you didn't experience this with Kiyoteru-sensei. He keeps on blaming every damn thing on me like I'm the one who causes his class to go haywire." Rin exclaimed to which Miku did a little hum.

Len sighed and lightly bonked her head. "Rinny, Miku doesn't make fun of history lessons like you do." He turned his head towards the tealette. "Am I right, Miku?" but there was no response. The twins looked at her and stopped, waiting for her to realize that they went still. Sadly, Miku kept walking, without taking notice that she wasn't with the twins anymore. She was in a deep thought.

"Lenny, what's wrong with Miku?" the older twin was worried as they both watched her walk, getting farther and farther away.

"I... I don't know, Rinny." He started to walk. "I think Miku and nee-san had a talk about Luka-nee. She's only like this when it's about her." He pointed out. Rin started to follow her brother's pace. It was then they couldn't even see a glimpse of the peculiar shade of teal that both of them ran to catch up with her. At a sharp turn, they found her walking towards a lamppost.

"Miku, look out!" the twins cried in unison. The said girl looked up but was too late. She was already knocked down on the ground.

"O-ouuuch...! How did I... ouch." Miku rubbed her forehead, a few tears sliding down her cheeks. It was painful but it was enough to make her realize that she had been walking aimlessly all this time.

"Geez, Miku!" Rin helped her up. "Seriously, what's wrong with you? It's a good thing you just hit your head, what if you fell down from a pot hole?" she scolded. "Look, you've got an awful bruise there."

"Rinny's right, Miku." Len offered his hand to her. "You should really look where you're going or you'll get hurt."

"Ouch... Okay, lesson learned." She touched her forehead and it stung a little when she did. "Thanks." She sighed. She didn't know why she felt this way. She just wanted everything to stop and thinking about what was written on the paper didn't help alleviate her growing uneasiness. Something was wrong. Something felt off. She needed to find out what. It was still early and she hasn't seen Luka in days, maybe paying her a visit wouldn't be so bad. "You guys go on ahead. I'll go to Luka's place first." She said. Her legs started to walk again but when she saw the look on the twin's faces, her eyes widened. Her heart skipped a beat.

Rin, who was usually wearing her happy expression, looked hurt.

Len, who was always giving her advice, looked disappointed.

"Miku, if there's something wrong, you know you can talk to us, right?" Rin titled her head to the side. The bow atop her head was slightly sagging.

"I know it's none of our business or anything but we're worried about you." Len continued, who began fiddling with his tie.

She took a sharp breath and let herself realize her crucial mistake. The tealette closed the distance between them and embraced them tightly. It didn't cross her mind that the twins would be so affected with her unusual behaviour. "I'm sorry for making you guys worry. There's just a lot going on inside my head but I'll get by." She heard the older twin hum on her shoulder. "Once I get this fixed, I'll tell you all about it." She felt the twins simultaneously grip the back of her uniform, prolonging the hug. It felt all nostalgic hearing those words because she too, expressed them to Luka not too long ago. "And when I can't handle it anymore, I'll come running to you two." She promised.

"You better tell us!" Rin told her. "Or else I'll torture it out of you." She gripped harder.

"I'll take note of that." Miku laughed and let them go. "See you tomorrow!" she waved and started to walk.

"Hey, Miku!" Len hollered. "Luka-nee's place is that way." He pointed to the opposite direction. The teal-haired princess blushed and ran, saying a word of thanks. When she was out of sight, he looked at his sister who was silent.

"Miku... she's different now." She said aloud.

"She's in love, she's bound to change sooner or later." He answered.

"For better or for worse...?" she continued; her eyes downcast.

He put his hand on his chin. "Do you think she'll be okay, Rinny?"

The older twin puffed out her cheeks and crossed her arms. "That's a stupid question, Lenny." She turned her head, stubbornly staying quiet.

Len waited for an answer but got no reply. "It's even stupider that you can't answer my question, Rinny and I just returned your question." He tugged at her sleeve. "Let's head back, nee-san's waiting for us."

The tealette's mind was refreshed after the twin's encouragement and she knew it was the first day of everything for her. Now that she knows about her beloved prince's traumatic past, it was time for her to get her act on. It was finally her time to shine.

The familiar pathway towards her prince's house was getting nearer, giving her that feeling of excitement. As she stood in front of the mansion, her heart thundered inside her chest. A single knock and a few seconds later, Luka emerges from the inside. Her face looked the same as it was a couple of months ago. Black circles under her vibrant cerulean eyes, her never changing stoic expression and her less-than-fixed silky pink hair. The tealette shyly waved her hand and Luka's left eye twitched. Whether it was a good sign or a bad one, Miku couldn't decide. With her usual pat on the head that Miku came to adore, she motioned her to go inside.

"How are you, Luka?" she asked as they went in. She gave a light shrug and a bit of an unusual lopsided grin.

"I didn't expect you to be here." She stated bluntly, earning a sad pout from the teal-haired teen. "Ah, I didn't mean it like that. It's just..." she looked away, covering her mouth with her fist. "...I was thinking about you, that's all..." she mumbled, earning a slight tug from Miku.

The tealette smiled, cheeks painted in pink. Maybe she could take a huge step today. "Hey, did you miss me?" she teased, wondering if Luka would answer. It took her a few seconds then Luka merely nodded and touched their foreheads together in a simple manner. Miku was rendered speechless and went crimson. She slowly closed her eyes and nodded once more before walking away. "Ca-can we go to the Music Room?" she squeaked. This was it. The pink-haired prince gave a small smile thus up they went with Miku making sure it wouldn't go wrong.

Stepping inside, the tealette turned towards a certain drawer while Luka just stood waiting for her. She recalled what Lily told her. Of all the things she needed to know about the Music Room.

Listen up, Miku-chi. There's a drawer there where you can find all the writing tools you need. There are pens, pencils and papers and other shitload of stuff begging to be used.

She took out a pencil with a blank notebook.

Lulu-chan can play any instrument inside that room but she mostly plays the piano.

Miku asked her to play whichever instrument she'd like for today and Luka went to fetch her dusty old violin from a shelf.

Last thing you need to know is that there's this small file cabinet filled with all of Lulu-chan's compositions. You can read them when she's not there inside the room with you or maybe take them home. Just don't let her know about it, she likes to keep them a secret.

She sat down beside Luka, watching her clean the violin with interest. She opened the notebook and wrote the date, scribbling a few words here and there, mimicking how Lily did it. After the instrument was cleaned and tuned, Miku let her start with a gesture of hand. The pink-haired prince positioned it and closed her eyes.

Start with a simple question, Miku-chi, like maybe how was her day or how was lunch.

Miku quietly asked her a question. "How do you feel?" It started out with a soft-sounding melody and Miku listened intently, wording out the music she played. It was soothing to hear and she looked serene. She stood tall like she was performing infront of a huge audience, her posture was ramrod-straight but showed no discomfort, her face was cool and composed, her fingers gracefully slide onto each string with ease and her pink hair glowed. All the while, the teal-haired girl stared at the beauty completely forgetting about her task. She shook her head and continued on writing down her thoughts and how she interpreted Luka's music. After sometime, the melody changed into an upbeat tune and she quickly recognized the familiar sound.

Pachelbel Canon in D Major. No wonder it sounded familiar.

She remembered their earlier conversation.

I didn't expect you to be here.

...I was thinking about you, that's all...

She wrote that down on her notebook. She bit her lip from making another weird sound. Her heart hammered inside her chest as she wrote faster and faster. She could feel her ears had gone red. A couple more minutes and she heard a sigh. She was done. The tealette closed her notebook and gave applause. Luka, not knowing how to respond, bowed her head in acknowledgement. And that's how Miku's struggle to help her prince began.

Almost every day, the tealette went to her house not just because of her tutoring but also to help her with therapy. It became a habit for her to hold on to the notebook and pencil when she was alone inside her room to add more of her input, if there was any or just to simply check how things are coming along. At times, she would read them when she couldn't sleep to remind herself that she needs to be at her very best if she wanted to help Luka.

Today, Luka slept for only 2 hours because she couldn't sleep. She was a little bit crankier than usual. She accidentally slept on my shoulder while she was waiting for me to finish my homework.

Luka ruffled my hair and played with my bangs. I don't know why but it made me smile even though my hair got messy. I began to comb her hair because she hasn't been brushing it and there are an awful lot of tangles. She fell asleep though! It was adorable.

She played her song and there's something bothering her. I could just feel it. When I asked her what's wrong she just gave me shrug and told me that her game was corrupted. I laughed at that. She can be so childish sometimes.

Sometimes I see Luka staring at me when I do my homework and when I look at her, she just pats my head longer than usual. She seems happy. That's great to hear.

Luka seems to be uncomfortable when seeing kids. Her left eye twitched when she heard the kid from the tv cry loudly. Maybe it gives her unpleasant memories.

Luka's insomnia has becoming less and less frequent to her. Her music sounds lively now.

I accidentally slept while listening to Luka. I feel so embarrassed now! I wonder if Luka's mad at me for sleeping on her lesson. I hope not.

Though it was supposed to be her notebook for writing about Luka's mental faculty, it also became her sort of diary. Weeks had passed since they began and Miku thought it would be a great idea to take Luka outside. She hasn't been outside for quite a while now, plus it would be good for her. The tealette went to Luka's house that afternoon and invited her to go outside. It was expected that she would hesitant in accepting but Luka knew that she could never turn down an offer by Miku. With a reluctant nod, they went out.

"You'll be fine, Luka. It's such a nice day too." Miku exclaimed while Luka kept her distance close to her, still uncomfortable with the unfamiliar surroundings. They walked until they reached the park where adults, kids and some teenagers were roaming around here and there, having a great time. The pink-haired prince looked terrified. Her breath hitched at the kids who were running around. Miku gently held her trembling hand. Luka instinctively entwined their fingers, finding solace at the warmth of her hand. The tealette blushed at the action, trying her best to comfort her beloved prince. They settled down at a bench, under the cool shade of a big tree, overseeing a playground where the kids were at. It took a few minutes for Luka to calm down and gave an appreciative squeeze to Miku which she gladly returned. They just sat there, watching the clouds roll by, the wind rustling the leaves of the bushes and trees, the sound of innocent laughter and the overall relaxed atmosphere.

"Thank you." She heard Luka say. The tealette looked at her and she closed her eyes, repeating the phrase. "Maybe it isn't so bad after all." She kept her hand where it was, not bothering to remove it from the other.

Miku initiated a conversation with her, just to make sure she doesn't fall asleep with this quiet scene. The tealette talked about many things about school to let Luka know how she was faring. Luka listened attentively as always, sharing a few words when needed. She kept on going, having fun with talking with Luka with something about herself for a change. The pink-haired prince smiled. It was when the tealette let out a yawn that they agreed to go back, seeing as she might doze off in minutes. Still holding hand-in-hand, they left the park in a slow pace.

"Hey, Luka." Miku gripped her hand to catch her attention. Luka stopped and tilted her head, prompting Miku to continue. "I think they need help." She pointed to an old couple, who were clearly struggling to carry their heavy loads of baggage. The pink-haired prince watched silently as the couple paused to catch their breath before trying to carry their things once more. She knew what Miku was trying to make her do but there was something that's keeping her from doing it. Without waiting for her, the teal-haired princess made her way towards the couple, offering help.

"Hey, Luka! Come over here!" she hollered. Luka dragged her legs towards them and nearly bailed as soon as she came in contact with the old man's eyes. He was obviously pissed for some reason and she was utterly terrified. They had a staring contest of some sort with him glaring at her with his dark and misty orbs. Luka paled. Her heart rate spiked at the stare she was given and in all honesty, she would have left and ran if it wasn't for Miku stepping in to snap them out of their daze.

"They live close by so this'll be a cinch, right, Luka?" she happily declared as she pushed the stunned prince towards the old couple's luggage.

"Hmph! I can handle this by myself." Huffed the old man, successfully intimidating Luka even further. His wife put her hand on his shoulder, calming him down.

"Now now, dear. There's nothing wrong with a little help." She said and even as someone as stubborn as he was, he caved in to his wife's wishes. Luka's heart raced wildly as he came closer to her. Her left eye throbbed as he was standing infront of him, a few inches taller than she was. He grabbed the lightest bag and started walking. His wife sighed and offered a smile. "Please don't mind him. You know how men are. Always wanting to show they're stronger."

"It's okay, right, Luka?" Luka went still. The fear that ran inside her made her utterly still. Those eyes reminded of her grandfather. Has she done something wrong again for him to act like that? Would she get punished once more if she pushed with the futile attempt to please him? The pink-haired prince started to get dizzy and nauseous from the sudden rush of emotion provoked. Fortunately, Miku registered her uneasiness and gave her a hug.

She whispered something in her ear, to soothe her tense prince. The old woman looked surprised but smiled nonetheless. She left them and alone for a couple of minutes, quickly catching up to her stubborn husband. Luka's cold hand slightly trembled as she carried the luggage but the tealette made sure she was going to be fine by giving her a pat on the head. Slowly but surely she began to walk albeit a tad bit slower than usual given her circumstance.

They reached the couple's house with the old woman racing up to them. "My my. I'm sorry for the trouble we caused you two."

"It's totally fine! We're glad to be of service." Miku said as she laughed. Luka bowed in response. The old woman looked up to see her husband walking towards the two.

"Have something to say, dear?" she asked. He scoffed, still looking pissed as ever. The pink-haired prince gulped as she sweated profusely. The tealette subtlety went beside her, linking her arms to somehow calm her irregular breathing. He stood mere inches infront of Luka, staring at her like before. His dark and misty eyes were penetrating, as if he was staring right through her soul. How Luka wished she could shrink and escape from the horrible treatment she knew she was going to receive. Memories from her past replayed inside her head. She had them all memorized but just remembering them always felt like it was the first time.

You are Megurine Luka

You shall do what I say

You shall do what I please

You should have never been born

Luka almost threw up as he reached for her arm, expecting a harsh beating or a hard slap but none of those happened. Instead, he gave her some candy and gave one to Miku as well. He politely bowed his head and turned away from them with his permanent wrinkles stuck on his grey skin that made him look more intimidating than normal.

She felt her lungs constrict because she had forgotten to breathe as she clutched the candy in her hand. She had expected a spiteful remark or something similar but this was beyond her. She couldn't comprehend what just happened. The old woman chuckled, brushing away Luka's bangs to reveal her strained eyes. "My husband was never good with words." The pinkette bit her lip. "It's his way of saying 'thank you'." The tealette hugged her tighter as she felt Luka's legs shaking to the point of them buckling.

The old woman smiled. She covered her hand with her wrinkly ones, gaining her attention. "Won't you open it and have a taste of his sincerest gratitude?"

"I... " The pinkette clumsily ripped the wrapper and stared at the candy, still not believing that it wasn't poisoned or anything of the sort. She popped it in her mouth and her tastebuds exploded with flavour. "I... I'm..." she mumbled but soon, tears fell softly on her cheeks. This was something unbelievable for someone like her. The old woman merely chuckled, wiping away her tears.

I'm sorry

"He carries them around everytime and the flavour hasn't changed since then." Luka nodded, her lips puckering up. It was sour. Very sour. Miku was surprised that she still kept a straight face after chewing on it. But she didn't care. She didn't care that it was just a piece of candy. She didn't mind that it was extremely sour. She didn't mind the way the old woman would laugh at her childish reaction.

But she did mind that someone finally acknowledged her effort, coming from a cranky old man whose face looked like he was about to beat someone up, nonetheless.

The teal-haired maiden immediately wrote everything down in her trusty notebook. Every single detail she could remember, her hand scribbled away for her. Luka was drained from the encounter. Miku sat beside her inside the Music Room, deeming it as the best place for them to relax. The pink-haired prince was absentmindedly rubbing the used wrapper between her fingers when she felt the tealette lean beside her.

"Hey, Luka," she started, putting away her materials at the nearby table. Luka waited for her to say continue but she went silent. She felt dainty hands intertwine with her own, purposefully stopping her movements. Miku felt her hands were ice cold as usual and they weren't trembling anymore so she began to ask. "how did you feel?"

Her eyes widened a fraction as she clutched tighter. She expertly spun her around so she could hug her from behind to hide her pained expression. Her arms snaked around her small waist and let her head rest on her shoulder, subtlety sniffing her scent. She should be used by now, with all of Luka's ambiguous actions but nevertheless, Miku would always feel her heart rate run a hundred miles per minute with her face turning crimson within seconds.

"I... was scared..." She heard Luka say from behind her. "I was expecting him to..."she trailed off, nuzzling her head at the crook of the tealette's neck. Miku nodded, reaching for her head, gently stroking it. There was no need for her to ask anymore because she understood what it all meant. After all, she did reveal her past to her that fateful night.

"It's okay, Luka. I'm always here if you need any help. " she reassured as she leaned back to let Luka feel her warmth. "I'll listen to anything you'll have to say." She added.

The teal-haired princess sat there quietly with a peaceful look on her face as she felt her shoulder becoming damp by the onslaught of tears by her beloved prince.

There was no doubt in her mind that Luka was going to recover. It will take time, effort, blood, sweat and other disgusting fluids to reach the goal but Miku didn't care. Summer has passed and the crisp autumn air was welcoming to her. Autumn is the time where nights get colder, food tastes better, trees shed leaves thus scattering on the sidewalk and couples going out more often because sharing their warmth with each other was a crucial thing and if they didn't, they would surely freeze to death.

Miku noticed that Luka was a lot clingier this time around. Longer hand holding, longer pats on the head, hugging was more frequent than the usual side glances, and sleep came to her more often with both of them end up sleeping on the couch with the TV on. The tealette was highly surprised of the sudden development. Not only was it adorable and quite enchanting but her heart could only take too much. Apparently, being by her side and helping with therapy had its perks. But of course it had its downside as teasing was not accomplished by a single person. Oh no, it had to be done with seven different individuals. Seven different, infuriating and annoying individuals.

Kaito, the blue-haired idiot, would tell her that Luka was cold and just wanted someone to hug and needs to tame a certain princess before she runs wild.

Meiko, her big sister, would remind her not to let Luka touch any alcohol lest she pays the price.

Gakupo, the tall and lanky samurai, reminds her to not touch Luka in inappropriate places because it was rude unless she had consent.

Gumi, the timid introvert, would scold Miku in looking at Luka's games because it was certainly not made for her pure and innocent soul unless she was ready for tier fifteen.

Rin, the older and louder of the twins, would tease her non-stop at school, during lunch, at discussions and even after class because she insisted for Miku to be prepared because more embarrassing things are yet to come.

Len, the younger and relaxed twin, would convince Miku to make Luka a sweater because he knew how much Miku was a sucker for sappy and cliché romance tricks.

And of course, Lily, the exuberant blonde, would shout at the top of her lungs to remind Miku to use protection.

The tealette had long since known that there was no escape from them.

This week was the same and there was little improvement from before. The only difference was that Luka's hand almost always froze at times due to poor blood circulation. The teal-haired princess would offer to warm them by rubbing her warm hands to transfer heat. The pink-haired prince would just nod gratefully and thus dozing off with the warm ministrations.

Then again, little did they know that these peaceful exchanges were in jeopardy.

It started out as a normal day, much like the weeks before and the teal-haired maiden was on her way towards her prince's house. As she knocked on the door and stepped inside, she knew there was something off. Usually, Luka would keep the lights on and judging from the cold air, she hasn't fiddled with the thermostat. There were two choices on this matter that Miku asked herself. One, Luka was still asleep by playing videogames all night and two, she went out to buy some icecream because she told her that she wanted to try out the newest flavour but highly doubtful since Luka wouldn't go outside unless it was an emergency.

Two choices yet both seemed wrong.

"Luka? Are you awake?" she called out at the quiet mansion. Her voice bounced off the walls and everything was eerily silent. "Luka?" she called out once more. She went inside the living room and found her asleep on the couch. Her whole body was wrapped in a thick blanket, covering her whole body save for her pink hair sticking out of the openings. The tealette sighed. She was fine. Tossing away her previous fuss, she couched over giving the seemingly-heavy body a shake.

"Luka, wake up! It's almost dark out!" Miku expected the body to stay still but there were movements. Luka was a heavy sleeper and for her to wake up with a single shake means something is definitely off today. The blanket slid down her body and the tealette's eyes widened.

Luka cut her hair.

With her eyes still closed, she turned her head towards Miku. Her long pink locks were gone and her hair was short. All those years of not trimming it, why do it now? "Luka...?" she squeaked. The pink-haired individual looked at her and looked confused, probably because of waking up. A hand shot out from the bundle of comforters and pat her head but it felt wrong. So very wrong.

Luka's hands were almost never warm.

"...Miku...?" she heard someone say. She whipped her head, trying t find the source only to see Luka, with her long pink hair cascading down, looking pale and stiff. Miku quickly stood up but the weight on her head kept her down on the ground. Arms were now slithering on her shoulders, as she frantically turned her head to the side. Luka was there infront of her and Luka was also here beside her.

What's going on?

"Luka...? Let me go." She pleaded. "Please." She wanted to think and with two identical people staring at her was making it all the more confusing. She heard a laugh from behind her. It wasn't Luka's voice. She squirmed her way out but the arms were holding her in place. The pink-haired prince infront of her emitted a low growl. The tealette saw the pain in her eyes and the noticed her irregular breathing. She was having a panic attack once again. She needed to be there at her side.

Right this instant.

"I said let me go!" she headbutted the person behind her as she scrambled to reach for Luka who was going to lose it in seconds. "Luka. It's me, Miku." She cooed, embracing her trembling prince. Even her hands were in cold sweat.

Miku...Are you... going to...

"It's okay, I'm here." She patted her face to focus her attention at her not someone else. "Luka, look at me." She commanded and Luka tore away her eyes from the mysterious person. The teal-haired princess wiped the tears with the back of her hand, letting Luka's head rest on her shoulder.

Miku... I thought you said that...

"I'm alright, Luka. I'm still here." She said, earning herself a contented sigh. She finally stopped shaking.

I thought I'd lost you...

A sarcastic applause snapped her out of her daze and she hugged Miku possessively. "Very impressive." The person said. Miku couldn't see what Luka was so afraid of and how was he able to get inside. "This sets a record time now. Usually, you run away and hide in your little room until the end of the year." He laughed. She heard Luka mumble something incomprehensible.

"Luka? What is he saying? Who is he?" The tealette asked, tilting her head to the said person.

"Hah, like she'd tell you." The person mocked. "It's quite obvious but I'm her brother." He explained.

"Wait, you're Luki?" she exclaimed, throwing incredulous looks at both of them. No wonder she mistook Luka for him. They had the same hair and were fairly identical. Now he was walking towards them with a mocking grin. She felt her prince, grip her blazer tighter but her body was trembling with fear.

Her throat felt dry as if she didn't drink water in a whole year. "Wh-what are... you doing here?" he managed to say. Luki looked happy at the question directed at him.

"Wow you're finally talking!" he clapped. "and here I thought grandfather cut off your tongue."

Bile was rushing up her throat once he mentioned their grandfather and it was nasty. She didn't want Miku to see how weak she was. The time her grandfather almost cut off her tongue was something she didn't want to remember ever again but with Luki bringing it up all of a sudden, her body reacted to it.

"Stop that." Miku warned viciously. She wouldn't let someone treat her bad that was and she was already improving. He's decreasing her chances of ever fighting her fears. Her eyes shot threatening daggers at him but Luki smiled even brighter and peeled her harshly out of Luka's weak grasp. Miku spun a little until Luki snaked his arms again around her shoulders. It was disgusting. This feeling was utterly disgusting. The pink-haired prince almost toppled over without the tealette to keep her balance. Regardless, she held on to the table as her knees buckled.

"What do you think you're doing?" Miku hissed. "Let me go this instant!" her blood was boiling now. Luki was now in her number one in her list of hated people. She struggled out of his arms but he just kept her in place.

"Haven't I reminded you that what's yours is mine?" he scoffed. "And that means, this little cutie here is mine too, right?" Luka felt her gut wrench. "Because you'd do anything for your little brother." He drawled. The tealette saw how Luka's eyes closed in anguish and she felt her heart drop at the sight of her prince slowly crumbling. All her hard work wiped out in a few seconds.

"Luka, snap out of it!" she screamed. There must be away for her to keep her sane until she escapes. "He's just messing with you, don't listen to him!" she shrieked.

"Why wouldn't she? After all, she was just a replacement of me." He simply stated, successfully making Miku pop a vein. That was the last straw. She bit his arm so hard the he immediately let go of her, crying in pain. But that wasn't enough for Miku. She was ready to kick his balls up to his throat when she heard Luka say something.

"Wh-why would... you need... m-me?" she covered her mouth with her hand. "I-I'm not even your real sister, r-r-right?" The tealette stooped midway. Has she heard her right? Luki hissed as he rubbed his arm. That bitemark was gonna last. The tealette was ready to jump at him at any second f he tries to say something but she just heard Luka, weak as she was, stand up in wobbly legs and whispered, "We're n-n-not even bl-blood-related...yet you st-still..." vomit inducing sounds were made as Luka ran as fast as her legs could carry her to her room. A loud slam of the heavy door and all Miku heard was the deafening silence, save for Luka's unsavoury business.

"You..." she hissed under her breath. She stomped her feet loudly and started to charge at him but halted once she saw the disappointed look in his eyes. He looked flustered and sighed. "What did you just..."

"Oh, sorry." He said, a hundred and eighty degree turn of his earlier personality. "Man, Lily's gonna kill me once she finds out I screwed up again." He rubbed the back of his head, looking apologetic but Miku didn't buy the act one bit.

"You little..." she hurled her fist to his arm because hitting his face was something she needed to save at a later date. He fell down, screaming in pain. Even if Luka told her that Luki was fragile, she couldn't help herself from hurting him. It was the only way she could vent her anger. Now she knew what Lily must've felt like.

"What was that for?" he demanded.

"Do you know what you've just done?!" she shrieked, grabbing fistful of her hair in frustration.

"I know I know! I screwed up!" he yelled. "I didn't mean for it to go that way!" he explained. "Can we start over? I haven't even properly introduced myself."

The tealette facepalmed. "For the love of... Like I care about your stupid introduction!" Miku jabbed her index finger at his shoulder. "I don't care what you were up to but once I get her out of her room you've got hell to pay." She menacingly said, Luki gulped.

Luka, please be okay.- she prayed.

Take care of your beloved because something is approaching.

Luki now makes an appearance \(o ' w 'o)/ yay

Okay not yay because he seems like a complete asshole

I havent realized that this fic has been going on for a year now. WOW

Thanks to everyone who has supported me (u w u)

I dont know if my writing has improved but oh well.

I think the not blood-related thing was obvious though so sorry for that.

Thank you again everyone! Maybe leave a review so I'd know what you guys want for the next chapter or even about this chapter.

If you see any mistakes, feel free to tell me! I didnt have my glasses when I wrote this so I got a few words or letters mixed up.

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