"For your first day of idol training, I will be teaching you about how to act around the media!" Megurine Luka called out, a triumphant, leader voice accentuating her words. Only the two familiar girls stood in front of her, Rin and Miku, yet the mature woman acted like she was teaching a packed college class. She must have been really confident in her training.
The time was late morning, about to be afternoon any second. The trio had cleaned themselves up with makeup, a decent (or fancy, in Luka's case) outfit, and whatever kind of hair products they could get their hands on. Looking like an idol was hard work and nothing to be taken lightly; if being gorgeous took the whole morning, they would be completely booked for that period.
Miku's pink ears perked up at every sentence Luka uttered, primal excitement glowing out of her body. Rin, on the other hand, faked a smile. She looked like she was watching a painfully bad movie, and was only staying in the theater so she could get her money's worth.
Miku shifted in her seat, her joy and anticipation for Luka's lesson becoming unbearable. "What does that entail?" Her electric cerulean eyes sparkled, a grin making itself known from rosy cheek to rosy cheek. It had only been a few days since they were acquainted, yet Miku had been picking up some of Luka's higher vocabulary. If she had already learned this much... she couldn't wait for the future. She was confident Luka would turn her into the most famous idol ever.
Next to the pinkette herself..
"I am glad you asked, Miku-san!" Luka smiled, going to pat the younger girl's head briefly as a reward for being so eager to learn. "I am sure you both have heard of paparazzi, correct?" Miku and Rin nodded reflexively. Even if you had a small knowledge on pop culture, it would be a hard word to forget. "It is very important to always show them the best side of you, because that is what will end up on the magazines! Being nothing less than charming and charismatic would be career suicide!"
Miku flinched at her harsh choice of words, internally taking notes of the pinkette's crucial advice in her head. Meanwhile, Rin discreetly rolled her eyes.
One wrong move and her budding career would be over... Miku thought. Rin thought Luka was being melodramatic.
Luka took a deep breath. "If two new girls are going to be around me, the paparazzi will find out whether or not I inform them myself. I know this might be a bit shocking to you both, but I am going to take you both to a restaurant tonight. The paparazzi will be there, and I want you to smile and talk freely about how wonderful working with me is, okay?" The mature woman stopped as quickly as she started.
"Wait, that soon?" Rin interrupted with a question, doubting Luka's judgement. "There's no way we can give them the flawless answers you want after a single day of 'teaching'... we haven't even had fans come up to us yet! We... haven't even debuted!" she desperately objected.
Miku placed her dainty hand on the blonde's shoulder. "Don't worry, Rin-chan! I know it's worrying, I'm nervous too..." The tealette looked into her eyes, causing Rin to lose herself in Miku's intoxicating ocean orbs. Her heart melted. Not only because of the sudden intimacy, but because Miku was kindly comforting her...
"Th-Thanks, Miku..." she sheepishly replied. She couldn't forget Luka was right there. Not yet. Even though she wanted to whisper sweet nothings to the tealette, she just couldn't.
"Luka-san wouldn't give us something we couldn't handle, right?" she directed her attention towards the pinkette, making Luka nod in reply and wink. Miku's heart bounced at how angelic Luka truly was... if perfection existed, she thought the woman would be the very definition.
"Exactly! If I didn't see potential in you girls, I would have never brought it up," she said, placing her hands on her hips. "Now, this specific training works better in a pair of two," she cooed while looking at Miku, a wanting gaze in her blue orbs. "Would you like to go first~?"
Miku's heart pounded in reply, her pale cheeks soon turning a bright crimson. She looked at the ground, clutching her skirt to hide her new tint. Of course, Miku would never reject such an offer.
They immediately headed to one of Luka's many private rooms.
"What is it like working with Megurine Luka?" the pinkette oozed, a makeshift microphone being pointed at the tealette.
"It's great!" Miku replied with a dazzling, celebrity-like smile. Any magazine would feel blessed to have such a mesmerizing picture of a rising starlet as their cover photo.
A small grin appeared on Luka's lips, before she gave a lighthearted shake of the head. "You're doing wonderful, and I am really happy to hear it's great," she started. "Although, when the press ask you questions like that, they do it so they can build an article off of your comments. Such a short answer does not give them the resources to do that."
Miku awkwardly giggled, feeling slightly bashful she messed up so soon. "I-I've got it!" she gave a determined nod directed at the older woman, with one tiny fist balled up. She wouldn't take defeat that easily! "Let's go again!" she practically demanded. She just hoped she would get it right on her second try.
Luka smiled at Miku's go-getter attitude, her heart admiring the tealette's cuteness. She cleared her throat. "What is it like working with Megurine Luka?" she asked the same question once more, patiently awaiting Miku's revised answer.
"It's great! She's really nice," the younger girl winked while she placed one hand on her own thin waist. The pose looked quite forced to Luka, who had been in the media's eyes for as long as she could remember, which made her feel endeared by innocence. Luka found Miku's every move to be so darling and naïve, that she couldn't help but be happily amused by it. "See? I not only said you were nice, but added a wink! That'll make for an awesome picture to add to my statement, right?"
Miku was out of touch with the world, it was precious. "Great improvement!" Luka complimented, earning her a purr-like response from the girl. "It's just... here," instead of verbally telling Miku, she decided to physically show her. She stroked the tealette's arm slightly before moving it to a more relaxed, normal position. The sudden touch made Miku blush insanely. "Okay, now say 'Working with Megurine Luka is great! She's so knowledgeable in the studio and gives me lessons daily! We might have a surprise for you all soon, because of how hard we have been working.' Or something like that."
Miku's orbs appeared enchanted as she closely listened to Luka's expert words, engulfing herself in the new information. "Oh, I see! That's... e-easy!" she stuttered, knowing she never would have thought of those small details herself, but wanting to please Luka.
"It is enough information to write a headline, yet enough mystery to keep the public intrigued and excited to keep up with our next projects. Pretty cool, eh?" Luka further explained her teaching, leaving Miku amazed. She had cracked the code of why Luka specifically chose her words the way she did. It was all starting to make a little more sense in the tealette's head.
"Super cool!" Miku chirped like a baby bird that just discovered it could fly. Luka bowed slightly in response, a silent, humble way of saying 'I know, right?'.
"Do you think you are ready to try again?" Luka asked, her excitement for Miku's improvement bubbling over. The young girl was such a fast learner; she was eager to see how well she would do minutes, days, weeks from now.
"I am~!" she sang, a childish-like joy emanating from her.
"Whenever you are ready, Miku-san."
Miku took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself. She hoped she could remember Luka's sacred sentences word by word, but... third time's a charm. It had to be, right? "W-Working with Megurine Luka is great! She's super smart with music and gives me lessons da-" Before Miku could get out the word 'daily,' she jolted at a sudden soft and warm arm wrapping itself around her slim waist. She glanced down in surprise, but it couldn't have been anyone else - Miku and Luka were entirely alone, after all.
She felt the intoxicating grip tighten, as she met Luka's seductive, crystal eyes. Miku yelped in pleasure, unknowing as to why the act felt so intimate and intense to her. Blood rushed to her face immediately, while her body lit up with a burning passion and foreign desire. Somehow, even if Miku was the farthest thing from a mind reader... she knew Luka felt the same.
"L-Luka...-san," she let out a small, breathy moan, beginning to squirm from the euphoric feeling. It was still unclear to her why such a seemingly tame act made her feel so longing, but... the last thing she wanted was for it to stop.
"Keep going," Luka commanded, staring Miku dead in the eyes while she took her time gently caressing the younger girl's delicate waist. When she slowly traveled down towards the tealette's protruding hips, she hoped she would find a sweet spot to mercilessly attack with her skilled, lustful fingers.
Miku shakily nodded, her fever spreading from her cheeks, to her nose, to her forehead, until her whole face resembled a tube of red lipstick. It was incredibly hard to pay attention to the lesson while such a beautiful, stunning older woman like Luka was blatantly teasing her. Although, she had to. "W-We... m-might have a surprise for you g-guys soon," she gulped, her breath jagged while the pinkette drew hearts and shapes with her fingertips on such an intimate place. It gave Miku so many tingly jolts she lost count.
As Luka became satisfied with teasing Miku's feminine hips, she prowled closely to the tealette's petite chest. She was dangerously close to such a special area, and Luka had every opportunity to lovingly massage her there if she so pleased. Would she really? Just thinking about it made Miku's stomach fill with lustful butterflies in anticipation. She... she wanted Luka to touch there. She was craving the older woman's experienced hand on a place no one had ever touched before.
Luka inched closer and closer, making Miku lose her mind in ecstasy just thinking about the romantic act. "Keep going...~" Luka devilishly purred. Miku couldn't get selfish, she had to patiently wait like a good girl. Even if the prolonged, naughty teasing killed her, she had to wait for the unimaginable reward.
She let out a sweet sigh as she watched a devious Luka enjoy every second with gluttony. She couldn't believe such a gorgeous woman was not only loving the situation as much as her, but instigated it... Miku's very soul yearned for the pinkette's next sexy, intoxicating plan for her own aching body. If she wanted to see it, she had to continue and follow Luka's embarrassing orders.
"We... w-work hard," Miku desperately spat out, needing attention from the playfully alluring Luka more than anything. "Th-That was the end of what I had to say, r-righ-'' Before Miku could finish her question, she was interrupted by a blinding, unexpected white light. Her body immediately jumped.
She squeaked in surprise, rubbing her eyes as the flash was so bright and shocking it temporarily made the world fade to jet black. "What was that?" Miku hurriedly asked, a concerned, disordered expression painting itself on her face as she lifted her head from her hands.
Luka giggled slightly in remorse, pulling away from the tealette which caused the girl to frown. "Well, I noticed two major issues about your acting. You were not giving enough information with your answer, and your body looked stiff and nervous. I thought that if I could give you a massage of some sorts you would relax, which worked wonders, but..." She showed Miku the picture she took. Luka was still hugging onto her in the memory, which made the younger girl smile.
Although, when she looked at herself, she wanted to hide under the covers and never show her face again. Miku's face looked sweaty and hot, her teal hair was disheveled, not to mention her eyes were practically bulging out of her skull in shock... she looked like a total deer in headlights, it was so embarrassing.
Dare she say it was the worst picture of herself she had ever seen? Perhaps Miku was being too self conscious, but standing next to beautiful Luka in the photo... she couldn't help but feel remorseful for her looks
"I accidentally omitted that I was going to take a photo to show you how much better your poses were when you were relaxed, but because I neglected to tell you..." she paused, looking at the picture with a proud smirk. "Well, we created an adorable picture only you and I can see!" Luka gave a positive spin on the situation. "I thought telling you two issues at once would be a little disheartening, but it looks like I failed my plan a bit. I'm sorry, Miku."
Suddenly, it all made sense. Why Luka was only touching her with one hand, why Luka was caressing her so sensually, why Luka urged her to continue reciting her makeshift script... Miku assumed she got too caught up in the moment to see her grab the camera. That wasn't too much of a surprise, as the tealette had a tendency to be a little oblivious to her surroundings.
Miku gazed at Luka's regretful expression. She couldn't let her feel upset, she just had to cheer her up. "No, Luka-san, you're the best mentor ever! This helps me so much, really!" she dashed up to the pinkette, grabbing Luka's hands almost involuntarily. It made Miku blush a bit, but if she could handle their earlier rendezvous... she could handle anything.
Luka looked up at her with hopeful, moody eyes. "You really were not bothered by my carelessness? We're supposed to be in a professional environment, after all..." she trailed off.
Miku shook her head. "Now every time paparazzi come up to us, I can think, 'remember how relaxed you felt when you were alone with Luka-san,' and my body will let go of the stress instantly!" she chirped. "That's advice I wouldn't be able to get anywhere else! I'm going to be ready for the press all because of your help!"
Luka chuckled at Miku's purity, squeezing her hands back slightly. "I am so happy you think so. If you're satisfied with your training, then I am too," she smiled genuinely, admiring the photo they took together like it was pure gold. She looked back up at the girl. "You know, I was thinking of canceling our restaurant reservations. I thought tonight would be too soon to introduce you to the press... but now, I'm confident in your abilities, Miku-san."
Miku cracked a bashful (due to all of the high praise), yet confident smile. She felt incredibly honored she had passed the pinkette's test, she almost didn't have the words to express her gratitude. "I won't let you down, Luka-san!"
There was silence around the room as the two beamed from ear to ear, Luka's hands continuing to hold Miku's firmly. It reminded her of how tightly she had held her when they were practicing...
Suddenly her pepper hot blush started to accumulate around her cheeks once more. Every time she reminisced on their steamy, passionate moment, it felt like she was living it again. Her legs buckled intensely at the thought.
Miku couldn't believe she felt somewhat disappointed that Luka didn't touch her chest. They weren't a couple, and they definitely weren't friends with benefits - but her heart still longed for the intimate act. She couldn't tell Luka, no matter how bad she wanted it. She would most likely think she was a freak… the tealette thought.
Miku was beginning to feel things that were less than platonic for the pinkette. Her heart, cheeks, and even gut pointed towards sprouting romantic feelings. And maybe... when she looked at her posters and CDs, she felt them then too. Reflecting on it, those careless memories seemed like years ago. The past Miku would have never imagined she would be getting fondled by the Megurine Luka... it felt like a crazy wet dream.
Miku was getting more flustered by the minute, which didn't go unnoticed by Luka. "Miku-san? You've been quiet for a while," she uttered, tilting her head with a syrupy sweet tone of voice.
Miku immediately snapped out of her thoughts. "L-Luka-san...!" she spat out, exasperated. The girl felt like she had run to the top of Mt. Fuji just by letting her mind go wild, and she was sure her face showed it... "I was just thinking about how we haven't talked to Rin-chan in a bit!"
"Oh, you are right," Luka glanced at the wall clock. It was amazing how time flew when she was with Miku... they would have to appear at the restaurant soon, if they wanted to be a little early. "I don't think we have time to teach Rin-san properly. I can trust you to teach her everything I just showed you, right, Miku-san?" Luka stared at the tealette waiting for an affirming answer. She seemed to be acting a bit hurried.
"Of course, Luka-san!" Miku nodded, proud of herself.
Miku, Rin, and Luka were sitting together in the pinkette's exquisite limousine. They were decked out in their designer gowns, professionally styled makeup and hair, and expensive red bottoms. Miku and Rin didn't even need to look at the price tag to know the classy shoes cost an arm and a leg.
Miku, much to her own surprise, was wearing her long hair down. As she wanted to make her twintails her 'signature' look, she was somewhat alarmed and practically felt naked without them. Although, she was a commoner when it came to celebrity life and fashion, so she wasn't going to argue with the professional stylist who suggested it. He said it would compliment her frame better, and in some way, she agreed. Miku ended up getting stuck in quite a revealing dress, so she used her teal hair to cover up the scandalous cleavage by draping it against her chest.
Rin was wearing something a little more cutesy; luck being on her side as she got to preserve her white hair bow. The stylist's choice didn't surprise her, as she was younger and physically smaller than even Miku. Most people would look at her and instantly think an 'adorable' aesthetic would fit her. That didn't mean her outfit lacked its own saucy connotation, though. While her bust was completely covered, the dress was incredibly short, shoving off more leg and thigh than the blonde knew she had. And when Rin sat down, she could feel her underwear touching the seat's leather, which made her resent show business's ideals for women.
They felt the car come to a rocky stop, catching the young girls off guard as it was the first bump they felt in the smooth limousine. Luka, unbothered by it as she was presumably used to it, grasped Miku's thigh tightly as she sat closest to the tealette. Miku gasped in surprise and lust. "Are you girls okay?" she asked, receiving nods from the duo. Rin's, being out of bewilderment that she was feeling up her best friend in front of her. And Miku's, being out of an unapologetic and hot and heavy loss for words.
Miku wanted Luka to touch her more, it was driving her crazy not being able to verbally tell the devilish pinkette. But she had to conceal her true feelings, she couldn't. Not in front of Rin, and definitely not before such a crucial dinner.
Luka spoke up once more, releasing Miku's soft thigh from her grip, and receiving a slight whimper from her. "I suppose I should have told you both this as part of the training," she began. "When we arrive closer to our destination, and there is an abrupt stop, it usually means paparazzi are jumping in front of the car. In lack of better words, we are here."
Rin and Miku immediately started to fidget, and claw at a chance to glance out of the window. It was futile, the limousine was specially made to have black tinted windows, so the press would have trouble invasively looking in.
Were the aspiring pop stars truly ready? As the car slowly chugged along, they began to hear muffled yelling and the rapid clicks of cameras. The second they were to step out, they would be bombarded with strangers shoving their way closer, and expecting them to say the perfect phrase. It wasn't like the media cared about them yet - they either charmed them in mere minutes, or were to be thrown away like used, broken dolls.
"Are we really going to be okay out there?" Rin asked, doubting her abilities as the only training she got was a few pointers from the professional stylist. Her nerves were killing her, it felt like she was going to explode from stress.
"Y-Yeah, Luka-san, are we?" Miku joined Rin, the panic setting in as the demanding screams got deafeningly louder.
"They will want to talk to me first and foremost, so that will take some of the pressure off of you both. You will be fine as long as you follow my lead, alright?" Luka flashed a smile, her pink lipstick twinkling in the fluorescent lights as she did so. Rin and Miku's ears perked up as they heard footsteps approaching the door - it had to be the chaperone about to open it, and reveal them to the entire world.
They braced themselves. They were immediately blinded by the ivory lights, the cameras taking hundreds of pictures a second at an unimaginable rate. Luka elegantly stepped out first, brushing her mesmerizing hair behind her back, before politely waving. She grinned, the headache inducing electronics worsening as every minute passed. "Never forget to smile," she whispered.
Miku and Rin trembled. The girls obediently followed, becoming overwhelmed yet determined to make a good impression. They stumbled around unsure of themselves, watching Luka's every movement like observant hawks.
She was effortlessly beautiful and immensely talented. Luka's sexy dress complimented her body, her ocean eyes were completely entrancing, and her toothy, white smile. That damn charismatic smile. Not only was it sparkling, but it looked like she was enjoying this - like the scary men were her precious friends. Luka's very graceful and compassionate aura captured anyone who spared a mere glance; leaving no one to be able to question why or how she got famous. She was gorgeous, she was stunning, she was kind. She was perfect, there was no other word to describe her. Anything less would not have given her justice.
Miku and Rin knew they could never compare. That's why the same phrase echoed in their heads.
Follow Luka. Do what she does.
"Megurine Luka-san! Do you have any information on new music coming out? Can you share a possible release date?"
"Megurine Luka-san! Are you going to perform a duet with Kamui Gakupo for your next single? Please set the rumors straight!"
"Megurine Luka-san! Is it true you're tired of singing and want to pursue an acting career?"
She was bombarded with nothing but nonstop, pesky questions. Bluntly, she thought they were foolish. It still amazed her the paparazzi thought she was going to reveal new songs to them first and solely, just so they could publish it in their trashy tabloids. And everything that strayed off the subject of music was idiotic and a waste of time to her. If she were to duet with a male singer, that would lead to bothersome dating rumors. If she were to quit singing and pursue another career, a large portion of her fans would stop supporting her and lose interest. Everything seemed obvious to her, but she didn't expect them to understand. She could easily answer the petty questions, every single one, but it wouldn't be what they wanted to hear. It was career suicide to be truthful after all, so bashing them in her head was a guilty pleasure.
Although, there was one question that stood out from the others. After agonizing minutes that seemed like hours of being relieved and simultaneously disappointed, Miku and Rin were finally acknowledged.
"Megurine Luka! Who are the ladies you brought with you tonight?" shouted an indistinguishable man.
Luka immediately lit up at the question, clasping her manicured hands together, before she motioned Miku and Rin to stand closer to her. She was angelically glowing, and whether or not it was real, it was too immersive and captivating to care. "I am glad you asked! This is Hatsune Miku and Kagamine Rin," she briefly pointed to them. "They are going to be working with me on some interesting, upcoming projects! I hope you all look forward to it!" she beamed, receiving a pleased reaction from the crowd.
"Hatsune Miku! Can you give us any insight on the project?"
Miku looked startled for a few seconds, before remembering she could never break a smile. "U-Um, it's a secret! Please look forward to it!" she bashfully giggled. Before internally beating herself up for what she thought was poor work, she received a charmed reaction. Everything she learned with Luka practically flew out of her head in the moment, she guessed she would have to attend more private lessons… she discreetly smirked.
"Kagamine Rin! Is Megurine Luka difficult to work with?"
Crap. Of course, Rin had to get a question about Luka. She was going to have to lie through her teeth if she wanted to succeed and get praised. "N-Not at all! She's a joy to work with, I'm really lucky I have the privilege!" she grinned, the crowd taking the blonde's positivity as charismatic. She truly wanted to gag.
"That is all the time we have tonight, please enjoy the rest of your nights. Take care!" Luka said benevolently, placing her hands around the leek and orange's back and hurriedly rushing them into the fancy restaurant. The paparazzi was audibly disappointed, but they couldn't chase after the women if they were physically blocked off from the building they were in. That was one good thing about being a celebrity: their safety was crucial to establishments if they wanted millionaire money.
By the time they were seated, Hatsune Miku and Kagamine Rin were exhausted.
Idol life definitely was not easy - it was the farthest thing from it.