Konnichiwa, everyone! *Smile* Well, there's good news and bad news. Good news: I'll be regularly updating this story. Bad news: I'll only be updating this story, or the PL crossover I've completely finished. Or adding one-shots. So sorry, but I just can't seem to find the time or inspiration to work on the other stories with school and Quizbowl and family matters...Forgive me?

Anyway, on to the:

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Jak656- What if it's not a human? Or android? We shall see! I'm glad you are able to contemplate the unfolding events! I haven't heard of Deus Ex. Hm.

Anonymous password-forgetter- Don't worry! I bet you'll remember!

I like leaving cliffhangers because it set's the readers inferral powers in motion. And yes, I'm glad someone noticed the song reference!

yuuki yami- This has to be one of the cutest little reviews I ever did read! Yay, new fan! And you like LukaxMiku? Me too! I was introduced to the pairing through IdrewAcow's "Sneering Eyes." You should check it out if you haven't already! Also, my auto correct wanted to make your name "Yukky Yam." *Face palm* Bye bye~!

IdrewAcow- Little advertising for you in the above reply! ;) Yeah, new story, new plot. Gah, it's going to be so time consuming... But I'm... glad you vomited up your stomach...? Hehe...

Oh, silly person. I'm not a very good author! You're probably referring to yourself!

Xlimax- Here's the "more" you "demanded"! Enjoy!

Happy New Year, before I forget.

Whee. Here we go! (Excalibur~ Excalibur~)

Utopia

Chapter Two

Okay, Luka. Just stay calm. It's the key to getting out of this. Breathe in. Out. Good. Alright, let's look at your options. You could open your eyes to see if this is a human or an android. Or you could run.

I like the second plan, I reply to myself, but curiosity gets the best of me and I take a quick peek through one half-opened eye.

Red. The first color I see is red.

Then, I take a glance up to find the face.

It's a bush. A friggin' bush.

I groan and grab the bags. "I just wasted all this time. Now the androids probably are here and I'm in even more danger," I mutter, silently fuming. "Well, isn't this just positively wonderful?"

Looking up, I verify that there is nothing watching me before I run across the abandoned street into the shadows of the alley. I'll be hidden, I declare triumphantly in my head.

Then, I remember that my foot is, in fact, still bleeding profusely and leaving a rusty scarlet trail everywhere I go. So, in other words, I'd be hidden better in the apartment than in my current location in the dark alleyway.

I sigh and pull out the first aid kit and begin treating the wound.

After making quick work of the bandages and disinfectant that smells like orange but stings like heck, I survey my surroundings for the best place to go. There is the straight road down the alley, the small, boarded-up coffee shop to my right, and another apartment building to my left.

Coffee shop it is.

Ducking beneath the wood on the door, I slide across the floor as carefully as I can, heading towards the kitchen behind the counter.

Inside the kitchen, I find that it is almost completely bare. I reach out to grab a bag of what looks like coffee beans, only to find it crawling with cockroaches. "Eeauugh," I whimper, releasing the bag of vermin and holding my hand in self-defense. "Grossgrossgross..."

I hesitate to move on, but I hear the sound of jets overhead and force myself to run into the stock room. Surprisingly, though it is full of food, there are no pests or rodents in sight. All the food is untouched. It's probably expired or stale by now, I think to myself sadly. It's a shame; there is quite the assortment of cakes and pastries, as well as many everyday grocery items. This would've been helpful a few years ago...

I jump at a faint rustling sound nearby and my thoughts are disrupted. What was that? Well, only one way to find out, I guess. With that, I head towards the noise, heart thumping madly in my ears and blood rushing through my veins.

There it is again.

I turn the corner.

I open the door.

And...

"Aah!"

I stumble and fall to the ground as a large... thing hits me square in the chest. "Oof!"

"Oh, sorry! Stupid hair... This happens all the time! Let me help you up," a very flustered voice belonging to an equally flustered girl assaults my ears. In a few moments, she has removed the burden from my torso.

"Thanks," I say, genuinely pleased to be able to breathe again, before taking a good look at the girl.

She looks slightly smaller than myself, perhaps sixteen. Long, teal hair hangs in two pigtails on either side of her head. Cyan eyes dart around nervously, misted slightly with sadness and fear as she asks, "Um... You wouldn't happen to be one of those... Eh... Androids, would you...?"

I sit in a stupor for a second before slowly beginning to laugh. She seems even more frightened at this point than before, so I try to calm myself down. "Ahaha... No, actually, I'm as human as can be. You?"

She breathes a sigh of relief and replies, "Same."

She stares at me for a moment, in a way that makes me slightly uncomfortable. Then, with a jump, she seems to snap out some kind of a trance and exclaims, "Sorry! Let me introduce myself. I'm Karine Miku."

Her first name is familiar to my brain, like a long-lost pet being returned to its owner by a creepy man with a mustache. Yeah, I have weird analogies.

"Luka. Nice to meet you."

She smiles. "Luka? What a pretty name."

I flush slightly pink, not used to compliments after such a long period of isolation. I am about to compliment her long teal pigtails when a loud, droning noise echoes through the air.

"Oh, no..." she whispers. "The planes are landing. We have to be really quiet and hide. Come on!"

She grabs my hand and drags me behind her on her mad dash for shelter. We end up hiding in a large, empty coffee bean bag. She holds a finger to her lips and softly exhales through her teeth. "Shhhh..."

BLAM!

The gunshot pierces the new found silence, startling the two of us. Miku whimpers a bit before quieting down once more.

"Sir, are you sure they're here?" A fragile voice rings in the silence.

"Yes, Haku. I can feel it," a man calls from the opposite side of the room. "Go check in that storage room."

Footsteps begin to approach our bag and Miku's eyes widen in the same fear as when she'd bumped into me moments before. The android begins tipping bags over until the cloth on our bag is split open. The android peers inside and, after taking a gander at us two huddled in a coffee bean sack, she lets out a small giggle. "What have you gotten yourself into, Miss Hatsune?"

Hatsune. Oh, no, this is very, very bad. Hatsune Miku. The very name of the philosophy prodigy who announced the Human Revival Project that destroyed everyone I held dear, the person that had indirectly killed me on the inside.

And here I am, sitting next to the girl, knowing I'm probably about to die.

Well, this is just perfect.

"Haku! Are you finished yet?" The male voice calls out, laced with authority and a poisonous sort of tone that makes the small android girl yelp and stutter out a reply.

"Yes, sir! Th-there's nothing in here!" She sends another glance down at Miku before closing the bag again.

"Alright, then. Let's be off."

A few moments later, the engines of the jet roar again and Miku quickly stands from the bag. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Luka, but I'm afraid I'll have to be going now!" She nods her head at me and takes another step towards the door; she never reaches it. I grasp onto her hand and squeeze. I don't think you'll be going anywhere. What was that all about, with that... Android?"

"Haku," she corrects with a sigh. "One of my old friends from the facility in London."

"Okay, then. Why didn't this 'Haku' turn us in?"

She shuffles her feet nervously. "Well, Luka... You see, she kind of owes me one... It's a long story."

I scowl. "I'm up for a story. In fact, thanks to you, I haven't talked to anyone in YEARS!"

Her eyes begin to water and she falls to the ground. "I didn't want it to happen this way..."

"One last question, Miku. How can I be sure you're not an android, too? After all, you lied about your name. How can I be sure you didn't lie about anything else you said?"

She trembles a bit and I feel remorse for yelling at her. "You... You can't trust me... No one ever has..."

And, with that, a spindly, mechanical arm emerges from her back. I relinquish my grip on her as I stumble backwards in a shocked state. She smiles sadly. "Horrific, isn't it? Those idiots had no Idea what they were doing to me. For 'science', my foot." The hand droops, as if expressing emotion. I step forward a bit, testing the rope, so to speak, and examine the artificial limb. The whole thing is made of steel that shines in the dimly lit room.

"Oh, um. I had no idea..." I mutter. "I'm... sorry for yelling."

She wipes an eye and stands again. "It's alright. I'd be angry if I were you."

"... Shall we start over?"

She beams, this time one of pure happiness and is in no way forced. "I'd like that."

I reach out a hand to her, and we begin to leave together.

She stops for a moment. "Something's wrong, Luka," she warns anxiously.

"Got you." A man steps from the shadows, mechanical foot clinking of the dingy tile.

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Well, I believe it's safe to say that we've gotten into a problem.

What'll happen next? EVEN I DON'T KNOW AAFGAJFGBFKJAZJK

Stay tuned, my loyal readers! And don't forget to review and look out for a new story updated every Saturday! Bye Bye!

-Daishi, Michiko, and B.