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Long author note incoming...

Okay, so this was my first attempt at expanding beyond the Vocaloid household. This was also an excuse for me to try a few things, like writing a much sillier Luka, and mixing in more romance and drama (nothing too horribad, so don't click the back button just yet XD). I hope you guys enjoy this one, though I admit that I go off on mini-rants a bit, since I'm a disgruntled office worker myself LOL! I kept the occupations purposely vague, since for the most part, an office drone is still an office drone, so I'll leave it up to your imaginations. :)

I was sticking to Luka having teal/turquoise eyes before, but I decided to go with ocean-blue in this one. I honestly can't tell, since it seems like her eye color changes depending on whose work I'm looking at. XD I think blue or teal suits her most though (take a wild guess why I like the teal shade for her eyes... XD)

Oh yeah, and since I know I'll prolly get chewed on for this, but seeing how this is based off Miku's version of the song (and from listening to it, it's just way too easy for me to imagine her married to Luka XD), yes, there's gay marriage in this. I will be the first to admit that I don't really know anything when it comes to that, but please work with me here, people. And to my knowledge, I don't think Japan allows gay marriage. All I've gotta say to that is "I reject your reality and substitute my own." :P

Anyways, that aside, hope you guys enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything related to the Vocaloids, or anything else, save for this humble piece of fanfiction.


Title: When I Get Home My Wife Always Pretends To Be Dead

Summary: "And she's been doing it all week! I mean, I know she's always had a screw loose in that cavern she calls a head, but come on!"


"Ne, Luka?"

"Hm?" came the dreamy, contented reply from the head resting on her shoulder.

"I um... Er... Well... Gah, I don't even know how to begin..."

Luka lifted her head to look at her. "Something wrong, Miku?"

"Wrong? Er, no, not really... Not at all... it's just um... Uh..." The teal-haired woman ruffled her hair in frustration. "Gah! Why is this so hard to say?"

Luka gazed at her curiously, ocean-blue eyes blinking uncomprehendingly. Seeing this, Miku slowly stopped her display of frustration and calmed down, trying to choose her words carefully.

"Luka... we've... we've been dating for a long time... and well... w-we've had some great times and all but... like... we... um... well, you and I... er... um..."

Unseen to Miku as she kept fumbling with her words, an expression of deep fear had begun to grow on Luka's face. She shot from her position sitting beside her against the car into a standing position, eyes welling up with tears as she stared at her with hurt and disbelief. "M-Miku... are you... are you breaking up with me?"

A pair of teal eyes went up to her, blank with confusion. "...Huh?"

"P-Please don't leave me!" Luka begged, beginning to cry. "I... I don't know what I did wrong, but I'll make it up to you! I swear! I-I wouldn't know what to do without you! I-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Miku darted into a standing position as well, waving her hands in front of herself in panic. "No, that totally came out wrong! I-I'm not breaking up with you! Calm down, sweetie! It's just..."

Panic subsided, and she was once again at a loss for words, her hands moving as if trying to say what she couldn't manage to even think to say. Well... at least her beloved's tears had stopped. The pink-haired woman looked at her with confusion, waiting for her to say her piece. Miku sighed, rubbing the back of her head. Forget it. She'd just make it up as she went.

"Luka... We've been together for a while now, and... It's really great being with you. I love you so much, but now I..." She sighed, losing steam already and fighting the urge to ruffle her hair in agitation. "I... don't just want waking up beside you, waking up in each other's arms to be a weekend thing. I want it to be an everyday thing. I want you to be the first thing I see in the mornings, and the last thing I see before I fall asleep. I... You're... I can't say it any other way: you're the one for me."

Luka blushed, feeling Miku's sincerity. But what was she getting at...?

Summoning up her courage, Miku fell to one knee, fumbling briefly as she fished out a small velvet box from her jeans pocket. She opened it gingerly and extended it to her as the pink-haired woman's eyes widened.

"Megurine Luka..." she said, fighting back the trembling that was trying to creep into her voice. "Will you make me the happiest woman in the world? Will you marry me?"

Luka covered her mouth, her eyes welling up once more with tears, but this time for a far different reason. "M-Miku... I... I-I..." Overcome with emotion, she hurled her arms around Miku, joyful tears rolling down her face as she whispered, "Yes... I... I will marry you..."


The sound of the PA squawking an announcement rudely interrupted Hatsune Miku's reverie. She blinked as she came back from Miku-Miku Land before the announcement registered with her and she went into full-blown panic mode.

Oh shit! That's my stop!

She jumped up from her seat on the train, nearly barreling over a few of the standing passengers in the process. Miku began to shove her way through the sea of passengers, one tide exiting and another tide entering, and muttering two apologies for every step she took. She tried to be as unobtrusive as possible but, even with her slender frame, she couldn't help but be bothersome, as she had to practically tackle people out of the way in her desperate attempt to reach the door. Dammit! The doors were going to be shutting soon!

Oh crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap...

An annoyingly high-pitched whining noise began to fill the air. Her stomach sank as the doors began to close before her eyes...

Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap...!

She could almost make it! Miku turned her body so that she could squeeze her way through the narrowing portal...

Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, CRAP!

With a final heroic effort, Miku barreled through and made it on the other side, the closing doors sliding shut and barely grazing the toe of her left foot. Exultant, she jumped and pumped her fist into the air victoriously.

"YATTA!"

Miku's eyes, which had closed during her brief celebration, opened again as she looked around at the other occupants of the platform. Everyone was staring at her with surprise, and some were also visibly wondering what mental hospital was missing a patient.

Oops...

"AHAHA!" Miku laughed, the sound as lame as it was loud, one hand behind her head. A giant sweatdrop rolled down the side of her head as she trailed off. "Ahaha... Um... Sorry."

Quickly readjusting her grip on her laptop and her briefcase, she meekly scurried off, heads down and cheeks hot with embarrassment.

Not a proud moment in Miku history, she sighed in her head.


Hatsune Miku knew that she was one of the luckier members of the contributing citizenry of Japan, and probably the world. Most of the peons that slaved thanklessly for their corporate masters typically hated both their jobs and their commutes. She was fortunate in that it was really only her commute that she hated. Oh sure, work at her firm had only gotten worse ever since her promotion a few months back, but at least she was starting to get some appreciation for her hard work. Plus the bigger salary was just what she and her wife had needed.

As she stepped into the elevator, Miku smiled at the thought of her wife, who she would be seeing in just a few more minutes. Hatsune Luka had taken on Miku's surname instead of keeping her own, reasoning, "You're the one who proposed to me, so I guess that kinda makes you the 'man' in the relationship."

This had sounded like a pretty good reason, but she'd just gone ahead and ruined it by adding, "Plus, Megurine Miku sounds lame."

Briefly rolling her eyes at this, Miku reminisced. They'd met back in high school, first meeting at the school's entrance ceremony for the first years. To say that it was love at first sight would have been about as accurate as saying that bungee jumping into an erupting volcano was one of the safest things in the world. It wasn't that they hated each other, but they had not exactly meshed at first. Despite appearances, and Luka's... development, they were actually the same age, with Luka being a few months older. At first glance, Luka had seemed to be an elegant and refined young woman. And despite the fact that she could talk the talk and walk the walk when she had to, she was actually a bit of an oddball.

...Okay, more than just a bit.

Once a person had cracked the outer shell, they would find out a lot of things about Luka that would completely shatter their previous images of her. The fact that she was a closet otaku was just the tip of the iceberg. She was also eccentric, impulsive, perverted, irresponsible (well, this had mostly tempered itself with age, and a few paper fan swats to the head, but old habits died hard and would still resurface every so often), and was quite possibly one of the rowdiest and horniest drunks she had ever seen. It never seemed to fail that anytime Luka got smashed, someone or something would find itself repeatedly violated while she drunkenly slurred out Miku's name, whether it was one of their friends, the unfortunate waiter or waitress that was serving their table, or a mailbox.

Needless to say, every so often, Miku still needed to break out the scary girlfriend-and-now-wife routine on Luka during these times.

But that said, Miku thought with an affectionate smile, she wouldn't have her any other way. For all her faults, she was still a sweet, caring woman, with a romantic side thinly veiled beneath the surface. Her quirkiness helped her make otherwise boring everyday life into something fresh and interesting, and those were only a few out of the many reasons Miku loved her.

And besides... she had a killer figure and was amazing in bed (hey, at least she was honest).

Coming to a stop outside of their apartment, Miku shifted the laptop in her right hand to her left, which was already occupied with her briefcase (not for the first time, Miku was glad she was much stronger than her delicate frame would otherwise indicate). She fished her keys out of her pocket and briefly fumbled with the lock before hearing the satisfying click of it unlocking. She opened the door and used her shoulder to open it the rest of the way, calling out, "I'm home!"

It is worthy of some note to say that starting from when they first began to live with each other, Luka liked greeting her wife at the door whenever she had the opportunity. For the first few months of their marriage, since Luka would often get home earlier than Miku did, the teal-haired woman often found herself being greeted at the door by Luka cheerily imitating an ideal Japanese housewife. And, as much as it annoyed her to admit it... she still got nosebleeds whenever she thought of Luka asking, "Would you like a bath? Or dinner? Or... me?"

It was utterly unfair what kind of sexy things that woman could do with her voice and posture...

Later on, after they became a single income household after the firm Luka used to work for went under and she pretty much became a housewife, this had tempered into typically smiles, hugs, and kisses at the door. Rather normal for Luka, but enjoyable nevertheless. Occasionally she'd mix it up, like the time Miku was greeted at the door by her pink-haired wife wearing a maid outfit and saying cheerfully "Welcome home, master!" (that too was under her list of things that would cause nosebleeds, damn her), so Miku got used to slightly out of the ordinary greetings.

This, however, was a first.

Miku hadn't even taken two steps into the apartment when she was brought up short. Before her, not too far from the doorway, was what appeared to be the corpse of a pink-haired woman, clad in a baby blue sweater and white knee-length skirt. She was lying facedown in a pool of blood, a knife protruding wickedly from her back and a deep red stain around the "wound". Her hair and clothes were soaked in a generous amount of blood. Her right index finger was stained in red, and near it, she had written what Miku assumed was supposed to be a dying message. She turned her head a bit to read it.

The message said, "Lol shanked D:"

Miku facefaulted, barely resisting the urge to facepalm. If a neighbor were to see this, they definitely would have panicked, especially Furukawa Miki-san next door, who was always terrible with such things (and due to her gullible nature, often found herself playing games like Silent Hill and Dead Space late at night). Poor Miki-san would have fainted dead away, she was sure. In the name of the public good, Miku stepped fully into their apartment and closed the door behind her with her foot. A lopsided smile tugged on her lips when she turned again to see her poor "murdered" wife.

"Well," she said loudly. "I guess the cleanup will be rough today."

The "corpse" quivered with a fit of giggles. Luka looked up, grinning broadly at her. "Welcome back, Miku!"

After the pink-haired woman hopped lightly to her feet, they exchanged affectionate pecks on the lips. When they parted, Miku appraised her wife, a smile of exasperated affection tugging insistently at her mouth. "Is... there a reason for the theatrics?"

"Nope!" Luka replied cheerfully. "I just thought I'd greet my loving wife and have some fun while I was at it!"

"Yes, I can see that..."

Luka giggled, the sound unchanged from their high school days, as she trotted away down the hall. "Dinner's on the table if you want it!" she called as she stripped off her clothes and removed the knife prop from her back. Miku glared disapprovingly at the mess, but rested assured that it would get picked up one way or another. And besides, she couldn't really blame her; she'd been soaked in a copious amount of whatever she had used for blood.

"Geez..." Miku sighed, shaking her head with a wearily loving smile on her face.

She sat down to eat the curry Luka had made but cast a longing look down the hall, just in time to see Luka disappear into their room, kicking her underwear off to the side. It occurred to her that it'd be really fun to surprise Luka in the shower, and she knew full well that it would eventually lead to... other things... A very tempting thought, she had to admit. Since Miku had been so busy with work lately, it had been a while since they'd last done it, so...

No, she told herself, much to her libido's howling dismay. If they had sex, they wouldn't be able to part until probably four AM, and seeing how it was only Monday, Miku still needed to wake up for work tomorrow. Plus, she still had some work she hadn't been able to finish at the office waiting for her once she was done with dinner and a shower (no time for a bath, as relaxing as it would be...).

She sighed with disappointment, eating a spoonful of curry and doing her best to ignore the sound of running water and the mental images of a naked Luka underneath the spray.

Well... maybe some other time...


Ugh... Miku rubbed her face hard, squeezing her eyes shut. I swear this crap breeds when I'm not looking...

"Still busy, babe?"

Miku halted in rubbing her face to look at Luka, who started massaging her shoulders.

"Yeah," she said around a groan of relieved pleasure. God, that felt good... "What time is it?"

"Almost eleven."

"Serious? Shit..." Miku sighed. These damned documents had taken her a lot longer than she thought they would...

"How much more do you have to do?"

"Too much," the teal-haired woman quipped dryly. "Prolly gonna take me 'til like midnight to get this finished off... Maybe even later..."

A look of disappointment flashed over Luka's face before she quickly switched to a sympathetic smile. "Alright. I'll go on ahead to bed then."

"Okay." Miku turned her head to exchange kisses with her. "Good night."

"Un. Don't stay up too late, love," Luka replied as she walked away. Smiling affectionately over her shoulder, she added, "Coffee's a crappy substitute for sleep."

"Don't I know it..." Miku groaned, grimacing. She turned back to her work, determined to finish so she could squeeze in as much time to sleep as possible.

Because of this, she missed the longing look that Luka cast on her back before she went back to walking to their bed.


Miku's eye ticked as she looked down at the floor. She had just gotten home a second ago, and it looked like, in Luka's twisted mind, yesterday's evening had been such a hit, she thought she'd do it again. Of course, it was different this time. Yes, she was facedown, yes, she was in a pool of "blood", and yes, she was "dead", but there were differences. For instance, instead of a knife protruding from her back, there was an arrow through her head. There were very enthusiastic blood splatters from the entrance and exit wounds as well, and Miku began to wonder if Luka had taken to watching those crime scene investigation shows that were so popular lately. She looked down at her right index finger, dripped with red and another message not too far from her hand.

Today's message was "HEADSHOT! T_T"

Miku rolled her eyes, though a small, amused grin tugged at her mouth. She lightly kicked the door shut as she said, "You play too many games, idiot."

The "corpse" trembled with laughter as Luka raised her head to meet her with a big, cheesy grin. "Well, what else can I do to keep myself amused while my loving wife is at work?"

"Point taken." After Luka had hopped to her feet, Miku pecked her on the lips, the gesture wholeheartedly returned. Once they'd parted, the teal-haired woman frowned at the arrow in Luka's head, tapping her finger against the protruding bloodied arrowhead. "You look like you came off a set for a samurai war movie or something."

"Does it look good?" For some reason, despite her playful demeanor, from Luka's questioning gaze, it seemed she wanted a real answer.

Miku wondered at that, but decided to humor her. "Well, it really does look like something outta a movie. The bloodstains look pretty good too, though granted, I've never personally known anyone who took an arrow through the temple, so I can't say if it's realistic. But aesthetically? I prefer you without the arrow. It's not like it'd do fatal damage to you besides; all your brain's development went to those chest pillows you call boobs anyway."

Luka puffed out her chest with pride, her hands on her hips as she appraised herself. "They are pretty big, I've gotta say. Shapely, too. Just the way a certain someone I know likes 'em." She batted her eyelashes playfully at Miku, who reddened.

"Fair enough," she conceded. Miku looked around at the bloodstains. "You get help with these or something?"

"Nope!" Luka chirped. "All done by yours truly! And I do mean yours~"

The way she pitched her voice into a purr at the end did nothing for Miku's reddening face, but she managed to take a jab back. "A Hatsune Luka of my very own," she said dryly. "What ever shall I do with you?"

"Oh, you can do anything you want with me, baby..." the pink-haired minx said in a breathy, seductive voice. She licked her lips slowly for effect, getting the desired reaction as Miku's face grew hot enough to fry an egg. The teal-haired woman scowled balefully, the glower wholeheartedly ignored as her wife giggled girlishly.

"Ass," Miku spat, lightly cuffing her on the shoulder.

"Mine is nice and spank-able. Care to give it a try?" Luka asked breathily, aiming a seductive wink at her wife as she turned and bent over invitingly.

"Get back to the kitchen and make me some dinner!" the teal-haired woman snapped, lightly kicking Luka in the rump while her face did a convincing impersonation of a tomato. This only succeeded in igniting more of Luka's cheeky laughter as she walked away from her.

"Geez..." Miku huffed, heading to the living room. She set down her laptop and briefcase beside the couch before flopping onto it. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and pulled open the folds a bit, sighing with relief. Another long day at the office over and done with, thank God. Someone had dropped the ball and not only had there been three deadlines she had to meet, she'd been ambushed with another one twenty minutes after it had actually passed! And there was still some more work to be done too...

Miku groaned, but at the same time, knew she couldn't really complain. The fact that in this crappy economy she was able to support two people easily, even after being crushed beneath the heels of the steel-tipped boots better known as Taxes, Student Loans, and Bills, was no mean feat. They actually had it pretty good, gigantic workloads and all. Still, that didn't stop her from complaining every so often... She began to understand why her senpai Honne Dell was a chain-smoker; if it wasn't for the fact that she couldn't stand the smell, she might have considered taking it up herself. Still, she was quite proud of herself for being able to support them both on her income alone. And the promotion had been a godsend when it came about.

When she and Luka had first gotten married, they both had jobs, though they paid less than what Miku earned now. About two months into their marriage, the firm Luka worked for went under and laid everybody off, which had led to worries over money for a while, especially since no matter how many applications Luka sent out, no one seemed interested in hiring. Miku's promotion had laid their worries to rest, though Luka had still continued looking. Now, about seven months after being laid off, she had pretty much become a housewife, partly by choice, and partly by circumstances. Not that Miku minded; on the contrary, she actually rather liked it, even if the mental image of Luka being so domestic was still enough to make her laugh at times. But really, even though she'd never thought about it before, it was quite comforting in its own way. She cast an affectionate glance over at the kitchen, watching her wife humming lightly to herself as she made their din... ner...

Miku's eye twitched before she exploded, "For God's sake, Luka! Will you at least take that arrow out of your head while you're cooking? That's freaking disturbing!"


"And she's been doing it all week! I mean, I know she's always had a screw loose in that cavern she calls a head, but come on!"

"What's going on now?"

Miku paused in mid-rant to look over at the young woman joining them, their junior coworker, recently-married Kamui Rin. She sat on her right on the bench they all were sitting on, unpacking her lunch and smiling in greeting to both Miku and the man sitting to the teal-haired woman's left, Honne Dell. Dell greeted her with a slight lift of his eyebrows as he swallowed a bite of his sandwich.

"Miku's been ranting," he said before taking another bite.

"About?"

Miku exploded, "When I get home, my wife always pretends to be dead!"

Neither of the members of her intended audience (she wasn't aware her explosion had briefly attracted the attention of a few of the other people that happened to be in the park at the time) so much as batted an eye. Dell did not react because he had already heard the tirade, and even if he hadn't, he would have reacted with the same nonchalance he had displayed before, seeing how several years of being Miku's senpai and friend was more than enough time to get used to her. Rin did not react because she had been friends with Miku since junior high and was far too familiar with both Miku and her wife to be surprised at all.

Seeing that her audience was not reacting to her outburst, Miku charged forth onto empty ramparts.

"I just really don't get it!" she fumed, confused rather than anything else. "Like, this whole week, she has been greeting me at the door pretending to be dead! On Monday, it was a knife in the back! On Tuesday, an arrow in the head! On Wednesday, she was dressed up like a soldier and just lying there! And she just had this whole thing going! Camouflage uniform, gun, boots, helmet, she even got dog tags from somewhere! And she really laid the fake blood on thick! There were bullet holes all over her body, one right between her eyes, blood spatters all over the floor... I was just surprised she didn't cut her hair to get more into character, but if she had, I would've had to kill her! And then yesterday, she was a dead sunfish! A sunfish!"

Miku threw her hands into the air, almost resulting in the bento on her lap taking a dive for the floor (Rin slapped a hand over it to prevent said unfortunate event, and Dell managed to rescue a chopstick that unknowingly went flying out of Miku's grasp), exclaiming, "I don't even know where the hell she got the costume! I didn't even know they had those! Seriously, I almost closed the door on her; it was ridiculous! Thank God she didn't try cooking in that thing; she would've set herself and the apartment on fire! And if that pink-headed crackpot had tried, I would've had to tear the thing off of her!"

"I bet she would've liked that," Dell quipped. Having finished his lunch, he fished into his pocket for a cigarette but stopped just as his fingertips brushed the familiar pack. Sighing quietly, he reminded himself that he was trying to quit, seeing how no one around him appreciated his smoking habit, whether it was the two women sitting beside him, or his wife Haku. And with a baby on the way, it was best that he quit sooner rather than later. Still, it didn't make the call of the nicotine demons much easier to resist...

No one reacted either to the rude manner in which Miku was speaking of her wife; they had all been friends for far too long to think anything of it, and had long since grown used to how verbally abusive the Hatsunes were to each other.

Still not getting the reactions she thought this kind of behavior deserved, Miku fumed before taking a stab at a different approach.

"I mean, Rin-chan, how would you like it if Gakupo suddenly started greeting you at the door like that? Or Dell, what if Haku-chan started doing that to you?"

Both took a moment to consider this. Rin's attempt to hold back her laughter resulted in a most unladylike snort, and Dell grinned with unabashed amusement.

"That would actually be pretty funny!" Rin chortled. "In fact, maybe I should do that to Gak-kun sometime. Sometimes he has to stay late at the university, so I get home before he does." The idea and above all, the imagined look on his face made her break out into a broad grin.

"Well, it'd be pretty unusual of Haku to do that," Dell admitted. "But... I think I'd like it."

Miku stared incredulously at them. "But...!" she tried to protest.

"Ne, Miku-chan," Rin interjected, suddenly serious. "Are you honestly surprised that Luka-chan's doing this?"

Miku winced. She had her there. Anyone who befriended either Luka or her quickly discovered the oddball that was Hatsune Luka, and Dell, Rin, and their respective spouses had been friends for too long with both of them.

"But y'know, Miku-chan..." Or at least, that's what it sounded like. Rin had taken the opportunity to bite into her meal and was talking with her mouth full, making her pretty hard to understand. Swallowing, she continued, "Sounds to me like she's just bored."

"Bored? What do you mean?" Clearly this had not occurred to the teal-haired woman.

"Well, think about it." Again, she thought that was what she said. Even after all these years, Rin had never quite fixed her habit of occasionally talking with her mouth full. She thankfully swallowed before she spoke again. "Have you ever thought about how boring it is to just sit at home all day, knowing you're not gonna see your lover until they get off work and then make it through the traffic home? I should know; I had to do that for two years once I got outta college cuz no one wanted some 22-year-old college grad without a magical five years of experience." She rolled her eyes. "I was just lucky Len and Gak-kun would support my broke ass during that time."

"She's got a point," Dell added. He didn't really need to elaborate further. Haku had been a co-worker of Luka's until she too got laid off when the company was liquidated. Haku's situation was much the same as Luka's, minus the rosette-haired woman's strange tendencies.

"But yeah, I mean... it's boring," Rin continued. She had actually finished her mouthful before speaking this time. "And it's not like you can even harass them at work. Not much fun sending naughty pics of yourself to your husband if he won't even be able to look at his cell until lunchtime." Rin pouted.

While Dell's lips quirked with amusement at her pouting, Miku hardly looked like she was paying attention, staring into space with her eyes out of focus with thought. The other two glanced at each other and shrugged, making light conversation as the teal-haired woman chewed on what had been said in their conversation.


As the day wore on, Miku's thoughts kept drifting to what she and her friends had talked about at lunch.

Could boredom really be the reason Luka was doing this? She thought back to when they had been younger.

Back in high school, they'd had a hard time having their love be accepted (though Luka's parents quickly sang a different tune once they saw how well Miku could handle their unruly daughter), and by the time the worst of the drama had subsided, they'd only had precious few months before they went off to college. Though they ended up going to different schools, they had mutually decided to keep their relationship going. Throughout college and their first years in the working world, Miku and Luka remained an affectionate and interesting couple. Miku never really asked for much, because that had never been her nature; for her, no matter how busy they got, just being able to see Luka made her happy. Whenever they got a moment, the two often liked harassing each other with suggestive texts, or better yet, pictures of each other and sending them back and forth. Luka, mega-pervert that she was, had naturally started this, but Miku wasn't much better, seeing how she delighted in retaliating in kind.

One of their favorite pastimes, which they were only able to really partake in on the weekends, was to just go for a midnight drive with just the two of them, usually just going to places where they could see the stars, or if they were out late enough, drive to where they could see the ocean and watch the sunrise.

Miku had fond memories of those drives. They did occasionally have make-out sessions, and sometimes went further than that (Miku's inner pervert drooled at this thought), but most times, they would just sit and enjoy the view. Sometimes they would sit in the car, sometimes on the hood, sometimes sitting and leaning their backs against the car. Sometimes they'd talk, sometimes they would just enjoy the quiet, leaning against each other's shoulders with their fingers lightly brushing against each other. It didn't matter what they did, for the important thing was that they were always together. Miku remembered that it was on one such drive that she had proposed to Luka, illuminated by the full moon with the twinkling stars as their witnesses.

So much changed after they'd gotten married...

It wasn't that she'd gotten bored of her after they'd gotten married. It was utterly impossible to grow tired of that woman. For the first few months, things were fine, and weren't much different from when they'd just been a dating couple. But after Luka had gotten laid off, there just hadn't been time, for Miku had taken on all the overtime she could get, too worried about making ends meet.

Sudden realization made Miku pause. Once she'd gotten promoted, there had just been so little time and so much work that they really hadn't had much chance to do anything. About the most they could really do was just kiss, maybe snuggle a little bit... Emphasis on "maybe" and "a little bit", because Miku knew she'd been guilty of working on crap over the weekends, which completely defeated one of the great benefits of a nine to five that she had been so happy for.

She felt so stupid. She'd been so absorbed in her career that she had completely forgotten about the one who was most dear to her.

Miku absently sipped from the cup next to her laptop, half-filled with coffee that had long since gone cold. Instead, her eyes were focused on a picture she kept at her cubicle, still within her peripheral vision when staring at her screen. It was a picture of them hanging out with their friends at an amusement park a few months before they'd gotten married. Miku had an arm thrown around Luka's waist, sticking her tongue out at the camera as her free hand pulled down one of her lower eyelids, her expression easily summed up as "Mine. So there!" Luka was smiling broadly at the camera, both hands busy with their ice cream cones as she blushed brightly. She smiled fondly at it, remembering the sudden possessive mood that had seized her at that moment when a grinning Rin had taken the picture. There really wasn't any way to miss the love that sparkled in both girls' eyes in that picture. And, really, as far as their feelings went, nothing had changed, save to grow stronger.

Does Luka want to return to those days?

Sadly, such a thing would be impossible. It wasn't that Miku didn't miss those days. She would have died if she had to live apart from Luka again, but her behavior the past few days... the playful banter, the innuendo, the overall silliness... It reminded her so much of when they'd been younger, when everything felt so much simpler and easier. But there was no way for them to turn back the clock, though Miku too wished they could do that. What they had now would have been nothing less than paradise, if it were not for the fact that she had pretty much transformed into a workaholic.

But... even if they couldn't turn the clock back... Miku felt an affectionate smile growing on her lips, her fingertips brushing against Luka's face in the picture. Well, they couldn't turn the clock back, but they could at least make the most of what they had now. And if this was the shape their love was going to take, she would accept it with open arms, because in its own way, this was fine too. Though, Miku promised herself, she would do what she could to also change how things were herself.

With a final fond smile, she returned to her work, though her mind was still wandering.

I wonder what kind of death she'll have today?


Miku stared down at Luka's "corpse", arms folded over her chest as her briefcase and laptop rested against her legs. Today, her wife was lying on her back, one hand clutching an empty bottle of pills and her face set in such a horribly contorted expression that it was difficult for Miku to not burst out laughing on the spot.

"How selfish of you," she remarked. "Couldn't leave me any for my headache?"

The "corpse" shifted its expression into a scowl, which the teal-haired woman met with a smirk. "How rude!" Luka pouted. "You come across your poor wife who has died of an overdose, and all you can think about is your own damn headache!"

Miku's smirk became a grin. "Good riddance, guess I can call the mistress a little more freely now."

Luka stuck her tongue out at her before hopping to her feet. "Such a horrible woman I married," Luka lamented overdramatically. "If only I'd known better than to marry a jerk."

"Chicks dig jerks, haven't you heard?" Miku quipped, grinning cheekily.

Luka glared at her, but ultimately was unable to keep it up for long before breaking down into giggles. "Missed you," she said, kissing her softly.

"Missed you too," Miku replied, returning the kiss. This time, instead of just leaving it as a peck, she held the kiss for longer, letting her fingers run through her wife's silky hair as she did. Luka made a soft, muffled noise of surprise, but was just as enthusiastic when she quickly began to respond.

They slowly broke the kiss, Miku smirking up at her and Luka blushing lightly through her smile. "What was that all about?" she asked.

The teal-haired woman feigned innocence, tipping her head to the side. "What, I'm not allowed to kiss my own wife?"

"That's not what I meant, you douche," Luka laughed as she shoved her playfully. "It's just... it's been a while since we've kissed like that."

She had trailed off towards the end, causing her to sound so shy and adorable that Miku had to restrain herself from jumping her on the spot. "Yeah, that's true," she conceded. "But y'know, the fact you even had to say something like that kinda reflects badly on me as a wife, doesn't it?"

Luka blinked, a confused expression creeping onto her face. "I... guess? I don't really get it."

Miku smiled affectionately. She reached up to touch Luka's cheek, earning her a look of surprise and a blush, though there was no mistaking the fact that she was still leaning into her touch. "Ah. Never mind."

She hugged her tightly, and after a moment, Luka returned the gesture, apparently still a bit confused by how affectionate Miku was being. It hurt a little, since it was just another reminder to her of how much she'd been neglecting her, but the teal-haired woman cheerfully told herself that she would just need to fix that so that it was something her wife wouldn't even bat an eye at. She closed her eyes, enjoying the joined warmth of their bodies.

Sorry for neglecting you...

"Did you say something, Miku?"

"Nope."

Luka didn't look convinced, but nodded all the same. They slowly, reluctantly parted from their embrace. Luka smiled shyly at her before turning to head back to the kitchen. Miku was probably hungry, and she hadn't made dinner just yet so-

Luka yelped as she found herself suddenly swept off her feet and being carried bridal style by her wife. She turned a shocked look onto her, meeting the wicked smirk on Miku's face. "M-M-Miku?" she stammered out. "Wh-What're you d-d-doing?"

"What's it look like I'm doing?" Miku asked innocently while she carried her toward the bedroom. Inwardly, she patted herself on the back for being surprisingly strong (made easier by the fact that Luka was actually very light). "I've had a long day, and now I'm hungry~" She kicked the bedroom door shut behind them.

Luka squeaked as she was dropped onto their bed, bouncing briefly before being left lying on her back, chewing her lower lip with nervous anticipation as Miku began to crawl toward her. "B-But... Wh-What about dinner?" Luka asked meekly. She'd never been able to resist Miku when she was in this mood... not that she was complaining.

Miku's grin became absolutely predatory. She licked her lips as she said in a breathy voice, "First, I'm gonna help myself to my cute wife~~~"

The pink-haired woman gasped as her wife's lips attached to her neck, her fingers deftly sliding up her shirt. "A-Ah...! M-Mi... ku...!"

Miku chuckled smugly, reveling in her obvious power.

"Itadakimasu~~~"


Fin


As you can see, this one contained a lot more mush than the previous stuff I've written. XD Couldn't really help it, it all just sort of flowed this way x_X Personally, I was rather surprised I didn't see any works based off of this song; I found the song both hilarious and also rather touching, so I tried my best to see if I could capture that same feel. I tried to lean more towards funny, but I think I leaned more heavily to the romance side. x_x And yeah, I let myself be a little perverted in some spots, but nothing too bad again. XD Could just be an excuse to have some fun.

To be honest, I didn't really want to use "Itadakimasu" at the end, but I couldn't find an equivalent phrase that I liked in that spot. Just an FYI for those who don't know, but "Itadakimasu" is what you say before you eat. I think literally translated, it means like "Thanks for the food." I know there's an equivalent for Korean, but... yeah.

As for the secondary pairings, the Haku/Dell slant was from my curious forays into Pixiv and seeing a few fanarts of them during my search for Haku fanart (I'm actually rather attached to her, so I might try to write her into my fics in the future), and I thought they were pretty cute. The Gakupo/Rin slant is entirely the fault of SinnersLikeUs; after reading some of her works, I've found myself rather hooked on the pairing! XD

Anyways, if you made it this far, please lemme know what you think! 'Til next time! :D