The day of their first concert together, the pink and teal duo had a press interview. And not just any press interview - one with the biggest news station in Japan, Sakura TV.
Already this morning, Luki had run late. He had complained for nearly twenty minutes, due to the fact that he didn't want to wear teal nail polish claiming that all nail polish was unmanly. The Hatsune bit his lip through all this and stared at his own pink nails, feeling slightly insulted. .. Not like he was manly at all in the first place.
Stylists touched them up, much to Luki's disapproval, and shoved them into their places.
"We're on in five, four, three, two.." a voice counted down before signaling that the cameras were rolling.
"Hi! I'm here with superstars Mikuo Hatsune and Luki Megurine, discussing their new.. 'relationship'.." the woman chuckled a bit to herself before turning to the two males. "Luki, please tell me how you knew you were absolutely and completely in love with Mikuo." the female gushed, smiling widely and holding out her microphone.
The Megurine looked absolutely disgusted before his agent glared at him from off screen. His composure then completely changed. He smiled perfectly at the lady before speaking, "Well, you know.. I always knew Miku was famous n' all, and when I found out she had a brother I figured.. why not meet 'im?" He paused for a moment, thinking about how to continue. "Mikuo's just perfect, in every way, you know. I knew it from the first time I laid eyes on him." The ninja sat back in his chair, deeming his performance worthy enough. It sure worked on Mikuo - the tealette's jaw had dropped and he just stared with wide, teal eyes.
"Awww.. that's adorable.." the interviewer chimed softly, turning to the camera. "Isn't it adorable everyone?" She then held out the microphone to Mikuo, "Now, cutie.. tell me what you like so much about your big man right here." It took a moment for the tealette to regain his composure, and even then, he was trembling. "U-u-um..." he stuttered, looking around desperately as he turned slightly pink.
Mikuo's agent facepalmed, "He's crashin' out there, we gotta do something." Luki's agent blinked and nodded, ".. I got it under control." The man motioned for his client to take the Hatsune's hand. Luki hesitated but sighed, giving in. Mikuo turned redder - but the hand provided some sort of comfort too, the tremblings dying down slightly. "H-his hair.. it's always really p-pretty.. like.. like cotton candy..!" The reporter smiled sweetly at Mikuo, putting her hand over her heart. "This is absolutely heartwarming, folks. I wish you all could be in the studio today."
After several more questions, the reporter turned back to the camera. "Alright, folks I think that's all the time we h-" Her voice was cut off by someone in the studio audience who hollered, "Kiss, kiss, kiss..!" The rest of the audience soon joined in, completely drowning out the females voice. She smiled apologetically at the duo, but joined in the chanting, ushering them on.
Luki was about to protest, but stopped himself. He needed the money, he needed the money.. The Megurine took a deep breath, put his hand on the back of Mikuo's head, and pressed his lips firmly to the Hatsune's - which resulted in the audience's ecstatic cheers.
Mikuo turned about as red as a tomato and squeaked, his teal eyes wide. Verrrryy hesitantly, he closed his eyes and pressed softly back. Luki had expected it to feel like any ordinary stage kiss - acted and unimportant, but this was definitely not that. He simply wanted so much more and he found himself nearly sliding his tongue into Mikuo's mouth before the reporter cleared her throat. "That's all the time we have, folks.." And the cameras were cut. Mikuo quickly scampered away from Luki and over to his agent, but his ears were obviously perked up.
Later that night, when it was dark enough for the concert lights to be turned on, Luki and Mikuo were sent backstage. They had gone through the hours of styling.. but the Megurine didn't even attempt to struggle. In fact, he was as white as a sheet.
"Five minutes!" the stage hand called, which resulted in Luki turning a nasty shade of green. Mikuo blinked and tapped him on the shoulder. "L-Luki..? What's w-wrong?" he questioned timidly, teal eyes full of concern. The Megurine began trembling violently, his ice blue eyes wide. "I c-can't do it.. I.. I can't..." he insisted as his voice broke, staring at the curtain, simply mortified.
"W-what..?" the Hatsune was puzzled. Luki didn't seem like the type to get jitters over performing, especially not jitters this bad. "But y-you're a really good singer..!"
"Four minutes..!"
Tears filled Luki's eyes, real tears. "N-no..! I'm not, M-Mikuo..! I'm terrible a-and I just c-can't do th-this!" he sobbed, the tears beginning to spill over as he trembled harder. "P-please don't m-make me!" Being on stage was pretty much the only thing that frightened him. .. Possibly to death.
"N-no..! Please d-don't!" Mikuo said frantically, his eyes widening. Luki? Crying? It didn't compute in the Hatsune's mind. "We h-have to do th-this..! Remember?"
"Three minutes!"
Luki ran to a trash can and vomited up the entire contents of his stomach.