ANNNND THE STORY RATING CHANGES TO M NOW.

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Miku crept down the hall, her body feeling so light, it was like she was floating on the air. She felt invigorated, uncomplicated, for the first time in what felt like ages. Yesterday, when all she did was cry, seemed so long ago.

When she got to Luka's door, she didn't hesitate, didn't knock, she just put her hand on the knob and turned it quietly, slipping into Luka's darkened room. As she anticipated, her pink-haired sister Vocaloid was asleep in her bed, hooked up to her recharging system.

Miku stepped forward quietly, carefully, a rising feeling of something in her chest. It was making her feel so lightheaded, that she couldn't think straight. But it was okay, she didn't need to. She knew what she had come here to do, knew her mission, and knew that she was doing the right thing for Kaito, doing the right thing for herself, knew that she was right, right beyond the shadow of a doubt.

Miku raised the scissors, and they flashed brightly from the moonlight shining in through Luka's window. Miku lifted the wire and smiled to herself as she began to close the blades together, to cut the wire, a feeling of exhilaration rushing through her body at her actions. After this, there would be no more problems.

A hand suddenly grabbed her wrist and Miku's eyes flew open, meeting Luka's quiet eyes, noticing that her sister was still awake, and had somehow noticed Miku's actions. Luka stared at her for a moment, then smiled a sweet, endearing smile at Miku.

"Miku, how nice it is to see you in my room. Lately you haven't come to visit me at all. I've been lonely." Luka slowly sat up, her hand still holding Miku's wrist, her eyes trained on Miku's eyes. "Don't you know, ever since I came here to Master's house, I always looked up to you as the best Diva here. I look up to you so much, Miku, so it makes me happy to have you visit me here in my room."

The quiet words pierced through Miku's mental haze, and for a brief instant Miku doubted herself. Could it be that she was taking things too far? Could it be that Luka really was as innocent as she was making herself out to be? Maybe Miku was coming to the wrong conclusions too quickly about her lovely, pink-haired sister Vocaloid.

But Miku noticed the strength that Luka was holding her wrist with, and remembered the ever-so-slight, mocking, triumphant smile Luka had gifted Miku with while Luka was hanging all over Kaito, earlier on. Miku relaxed her hand and let the scissors fall down away from Luka's recharging wire, and smiled back at Luka.

Luka's eyes took in this change, and she smiled another one of those little, triumphant smiles that she apparently didn't expect anyone else to notice, at Miku. Luka let go of Miku's wrist as Miku moved it away from the recharging wire, and gave another sweet- fake, fake, fake! smile at Miku, as she unplugged herself from the machine.

Miku smiled back, her eyes closing just the tiniest bit as her facial expression softened. Striking with all the force that her girlish body could manage, Miku aimed the scissors blade at Luka's throat and punctured into the front of Luka's throat as deeply as her muscles could force it to go.

Luka made a choking sort of a sound, and pulled her hands up next to her throat, blood running around her feminine fingers as she gaped with huge, shocked eyes at Miku, who smiled back at her.

"Hey, Luka," Miku said softly, conversationally, as Luka struggled with whether to pull the scissors out and make it worse, or to leave them there despite the fact that she couldn't breathe, couldn't breathe around the obstruction in her throat. Luka opened her mouth to scream for help, but only a weird sound came out.

"Luka... I like Kaito. Did you know? I love him, I love him more than anybody. And definitely much more than you. You pretend to be nice to everyone, even to me... but I know that you are a faker. You are trying to trick Kaito, the same way you have tricked everyone else. I am going to do you a favor, and let him think just about you for a little while. Well, you probably won't enjoy it as much as you enjoyed it today, though. Because you are going to be dead." Miku's sweet voice continued, an edge of pleasure and happy justice to it.

Luka stumbled from her bed, trying to get to the door, to get help from somebody. To get an ambulance. Or maybe to run into Kaito's arms, Miku thought unkindly, but no can do. Miku grabbed at Luka's beautiful pink hair, wrenching her head backwards so that she unbalanced and fell to the floor.

Feeling a growing excitement and rush of something that felt good- satisfaction? Pleasure? Miku kicked Luka hard in the stomach, kicked her in the head, her boot making a dull, meaty sound as it connected hard with Luka's prone body. Luka tried to curl up, but Miku stepped on her arm, then raised her foot up and stamped back downwards with all of the strength that she had.

Luka made a strangled, garbled sound around the pair of scissors still jutting out horribly from the front of her neck as he arm was shattered under Miku's violent boot. Miku grinned to herself, the heady feeling rushing, rushing, the lightheadedness and, and, /power/, the good feelings making her not think about anything but doing what she wanted to do.

Miku raised her boot up again and again, aiming for Luka's delicate limbs, shattering her other arm, raising again a few times, over and over, stomping Luka's legs until they finally broke, too.

Luka was trying to scream, trying to get away on gruesomely broken bones, scrabbling with bloody fingers at the scissors in her throat, irregardless of her broken arms that were having trouble holding her hands up to the right place. Luka couldn't grip the scissors with enough stength to remove them from her throat.

Watching Luka struggle, her beautiful body all messed up, gave Miku a feeling, a wonderful, wonderful feeling that made her quietly laugh, her head tilted back, her teal twintails brushing against her back gently as she did so.

"Do you need some help, Luka?" Miku couldn't resist a jab or two. "Are you crying? Please don't cry, Luka," Miku said mockingly, the memory of the other night still fresh in her disturbed mind. "Please, try, Luka. Don't cry. For me?"

"I'll help you, Luka," Miku said quietly, and grabbed onto the handle of the scissors. Luka's fingers were still struggling with it, and touched Miku's own hands in their panic as Miku wrenched the scissors out of Luka's neck. A spray of blood shot out following the instrument's removal, hitting Miku's face and dirtying her cheek with red blood.

Luka was choking, choking on her own blood. The terror in Luka's eyes coupled with the pain of the broken bones, made Miku shiver a little. It felt... it felt almost sexual, somehow. It felt almost intimate. This was something Luka would only, EVER feel with Miku. Not with anyone else. Not even with Kaito.

Not with Kaito. Not ever with Kaito. Not ever, ever, never again. Miku smiled darkly at this train of thought, almost feeling delighted at the realization. Watching Luka writhe in her own blood, choking, made Miku realize suddenly that she had a pit of anger in her stomach, real, true anger, against Luka.

"Why don't we do to you what we did to the doll?" Miku whispered as if to herself, as Luka flopped brokenly, trying now to reach the door again, as if realizing her only hope of salvation lay beyond its boundary. Luka's mouth was open, streaming blood out through her lips as she choked and failed to be able to scream.

Miku reached Luka's beautiful, now dirty hair, held one of Luka's broken arms mercilessly, and used her grip to force Luka's body to flop back onto its back. Luka's lips moved, but only blood came out. Her eyes were wide, wide, full of tears and her face was smeared with her own bubbling blood.

Miku smiled with all of her white, straight teeth showing, the strength of her anger turning to a physical rage as she aimed the scissors at Luka's belly and stabbed, stabbed, again and again, making long, brutal tears through fabric and flesh. Luka's body tried to curl away from the attack, but the damage was too much, and it had nowhere to go.

Miku's cute skirt and pretty blouse were stained again and again with flecks of blood and gore as she tore through Luka's intestines with the scissors. Luka tried to grapple with her, tried to take the scissors away, but Miku's rage had imbued her with a strength that matched Luka's own desperate strength. The strength of a dying person's last struggles.

Miku's face was a demonic mask of joy and completion as she stabbed, ripped, and tore Luka's midsection apart. Even when Luka suddenly stopped fighting, Miku didn't stop raising the scissors again and again, and again.

It wasn't until Miku stopped, panting, to recover her energy, that she realized that Luka's wide, teary, bloody eyes were bulging out in an unmoving expression. That the strong flow of blood from Luka's damaged throat was slowed, now just leaking. That Luka's chest wasn't rising or falling anymore.

Miku stepped back one step, and stumbled, falling onto her butt, as she stared down at Luka's twisted corpse. Even though she had been the one to do it, she couldn't believe it as she stared. It was over. It was over, and Luka was dead.

Miku's shoulders trembled slightly and she raised her hand to her mouth, but stopped as she saw her hand was completely covered in blood. She dropped the scissors and hung her head forward, her eyes wide and shimmering in a disbelief that was utter and complete.

The trembling in Miku's shoulders grew, and encompassed her whole body. She had killed Luka. She had /killed/ Luka. The trembling grew even greater. Miku's eyes stared at nothing, her mind racing, racing, the feeling she couldn't give a name to in her chest almost causing her heart to burst. It was... over.

Kaito was hers.

"Heh..." Miku heard a small sound drop from her mouth. "Heh... heh... HEH HEH HAHAHAHAHA!" Miku tilted her head back and laughed hysterically. She wasn't sure how long she stayed on the floor in that room, covered in gore and blood, but after what felt like a long, long time, Miku pushed herself back up, stood unsteadily, and viewed her handiwork with a serious gaze.

She smiled slightly to herself as an idea occurred to her.

Kaito deserved a good present, after all.