A/N: I have not updated this story... in so long x_x I'm sorry! Well, here's the long-awaited date chapter! It is... oh-so-cheesy... consider yourselves warned...

Oh, yeah, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GAKUPO~!

Disclaimer: At what point would anybody assume that I owned Vocaloid or MLIA? Even if *This chapter is not from MLIA! Tis fiction!*


Luka glanced at the purple-haired man beside her and smiled. They were currently walking quietly along the boardwalk beside the beach, and seeing the landscape glimmering in the pale moonlight almost made her want to throw off her heels and run through the still-warm sand. She resisted, though. Partially because it would immensely satisfy her date to see her act like that, and partially because she was actually tired. Gakupo had dragged her around the city quite a bit during the course of the evening, and it had been… fun. Really fun. As much as she never expected to use that word, ever, much less associated with spending time with Gakupo, she couldn't deny that she'd enjoyed herself.

He'd started off with – of all things – lazer tag. She'd thought he was crazy at first. She'd refused to set a foot in the city's finest – and only – lazer tag complex, until she realized that resisting his attempts to drag her inside was only making a bigger spectacle for the teenage lazer tag-goers who were watching with reasonable fascination. Eventually, she gave in and became the best damn lazer tag assassin-lady there ever was. Oh, she totally won that game.

Next, he drove at probably-unsafe speeds down to the waterfront just in time for them to watch the sunset from a little café that served some of the best tuna she'd ever had. It turned out that his sister, Gumi, worked there, which, of course, meant that she ended up as their waitress, and Luka pretended not to be embarrassed at the presence of her cheerful student.

Afterwards, he took her to the music festival that had been going on for a week and she'd never bothered to check it out. To her surprise, she loved it. Even though the few seats up front were always filled and there were so many people and she could barely see, the fact that Gakupo was there made it ten times more amusing. At first he began dancing just for her entertainment, and she stared at him half-amused, half-questioning his sanity. But eventually, he'd pulled her into the dance with him, swirling her around and gliding on the pavement. He was a surprisingly good dancer, she noted. The people around them gave them space to dance as they watched the couple with the strange hair colors twirl around to the jazzy music. Luka didn't even care. Her heart was pounding, and she laughed openly in the thrill of the moment.

Oh, and he'd paid for it all. The jerk.

Now they were relaxed as they strolled along the boardwalk, enjoying the cool, fresh air and soft moonlight.

"Hey, it's pretty late," Gakupo's low voice broke the silence as he checked his watch. "You wanna head home?"

She frowned down at her own watch. Was it really after midnight already? "Well, it's not like I have a curfew or anything…" Her tired feet, legs, and pretty much the rest of her body protested her statement and reminded her, yes, your curfew is before we decide to stop working on you. "Okay, yeah, let's head back." Why am I so reluctant to go home…? she wondered.

They turned around and began strolling back in the direction of the parking lot.

Gazing at the moonlit beach, Gakupo said suddenly, "You know what I kinda wanna do? Take off my shoes and socks and just run in the sand…"

She glanced up at him in surprise. Without thinking, she replied, "You too?"

He beamed at her. "Well, what are we waiting for then?" Before she had time to object, he had his shoes and socks in his hands and was bounding down the beach.

The best and worst part of this man, she thought to herself, is that he is infuriatingly unafraid of humiliating himself.

"C'mon! I'll race you to the car!" he called to her.

She glanced around, ascertained that there was nobody nearby, and swiftly slid her heels off her feet to join him.

-o-

Gakupo pulled up to the curb next to Luka's small brick apartment, and quickly dashed to the passenger side to open the door for her. She smiled and rolled her eyes at his chivalry and headed towards her door, the purple-haired man following closely behind.

She paused after unlocking the door, and said without looking at him, "Thank you, Gakupo. That was… fun. It really was."

Slightly surprised, he was silent for a moment. "You're… welcome, Luka…"

She seemed to tense a little, and hastily said, "Goodnight," before entering her apartment and closing the door quickly behind her.

Gakupo stared at the spot where she'd been for a few seconds, then smiled a little. Well, that's enough, I guess, considering I kinda forcefully extracted this date from her… he thought.

He turned around and began heading back to the car, and he'd almost reached it when he heard her door open and close again. He whirled around, saying, "Did you forget some - " when he was suddenly unable to finish his sentence, because she had thrown her arms around his neck and was kissing him.

He leaned back against the car, holding her close as their lips moved in tandem. Luka kissed him without reservations, no longer afraid of embarrassing herself or being stared at. All she wanted was to be close to him.

She pulled away eventually, smiled, and replied, "Yeah, I did forget something."

-o-

The students of Vocaloid High were surprised to find Ms. Megurine curiously cheerful as she handed out the final exams the next week.


A/N: ...wanna know how he planned that date?

Gakupo: Okay, class, we're done with the exam review for today... who wants to help me plan my date?

...unfortunately, they were not able to work building a blanket fort into that, but oh well.

Happy birthday to Harry Potter, too! Congrats on living! Your movies made me cry! I hope I get into Pottermore!

Hope you liked it! Please review~