A/N : Someone requested I put in more Miku/Luka, and I thought, well, I'll just give them their very own chapter! :3 And I also wanted to give them a back-story for the AU chapters in this. So it takes place before they got together.

Song requested by Megashi, and sung by Tal Bachman

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She's So High:

"College sucks. Like, a lot." Miku Hatsune laughed at her friend Rin's complaining, carefully swerving her car so that she wouldn't hit a pot hole. She missed the blonde girl, who was states away attending some university, and figured a ticket would be worth being able to talk to her best friend, even as she was driving.

"You're the one who wanted to go study... What was it again?" she asked curiously.

"Philosophy."

The tealette sighed, resisting the urge to rub her forehead like she usually did whenever the Kagamine girl made her exasperated. "There's no real way to make a career out of that," she mentioned.

She heard a scoff on the other end. "Like I went into it for a job, Miku. This is a total party school. I came here to get laid, and then get out. I think the getting out part's going to come soon, though, because Len was wondering if I wanted to move in with him. Oh, and also, I've been hooking up with this guy who lives across campus, so the getting laid part is pretty much out of the way. I wonder if he'll miss me? But, hey, I'd be in the same town as you again!"

Briefly, the nineteen-year-old girl at the wheel closed her eyes. Rin was impossible—

There was a screech, and then the sickening sound of clashing metal. Miku's phone went flying out of her hand, and she lurched forward, seat belt choking her, but saving her from going through the windshield. She briefly wondered why her airbag hadn't gone off before she registered that she had gotten into a car accident. Swearing, she tried to pry off her now-locked safety restraint, wondering why the hell she couldn't see straight. She hadn't hit her head or anything, right?

Finally, the belt came off and she lumbered out of her vehicle, which was a teeny-tiny blue Smart Car that didn't really stand a chance, and surveyed the accident.

It was obviously her fault. She had ran straight into someone who had been pulling out of their driveway. On her own car, the front bumper seemed to be hanging on by sheer willpower, and there had to be some internal damage done, also. She'd hit someone's truck, which now supported an impressive dent on the driver's side. Speaking of the driver, the person hadn't emerged yet.

Panicking (ohmygod, did I kill someone?), she sprinted to her victim, retching open the door and staring at the person inside, who seemed to be frozen in shock. It was a woman with long, pink hair who looked a few years older than herself. Her teal eyes were wide with abject fear before she noticed someone had opened her door.

"Who the hell are you?" she demanded, angrily unbuckling her seat belt with far more grace than Miku did. She exited her car with a scary aura and, wow, if looks could kill... Miku stepped back a step carefully. The woman was taller than her, and was wearing high heels, making her seem like she was a foot taller than herself. She was really pretty. She could probably be a model, if she wasn't so frightening. "Excuse me!" she said, catching the teal-haired girl's attention.

"I-I—" Miku cleared her throat. "I am so sorry, ma'am. I was on the phone and wasn't paying attention. It was totally my fault. Please, please don't call the police." She had already gotten a few speeding tickets—a move like this would get her license revoked. "I'll pay for any damage, I promise."

Ms. Model/Potential Serial Killer/Pink-Hair glowered, raising her arms to cross them over her chest. Miku noticed her hands were shaking. She turned her head and looked wistfully at her car, then cast a look back to the tealette, who gulped. "Whatever," she sighed. "I trust that you did not steal this car, and that's why you don't want the police notified?" Miku's eyes widened and she shook her head, mouth opening to explain, but the pinkette cut her off. "Whatever," she said again. "I don't really care. I have a friend who knows a little about cars, and will get him here tomorrow to see what kind of damage you caused." The woman turned, reaching into her vehicle and dug around a little, emerging with a piece of paper and handed it to Miku with a stony face. Inexplicably, the tealette felt heat rise to her cheeks in a blush. "Call me tomorrow at noon, and we'll meet up somewhere."

At this point, Miku felt a little dizzy and thoroughly confused, blaming her adrenaline when she waved at the woman who pointedly scowled at her before getting in her wrecked car and making the journey home.

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At exactly noon, Miku had called the woman (who she learned was named Mergurine Luka. It was pretty. Suited her.) and was now riding her bike back to the pink-haired girl's house. Unfortunately, Miku's car refused to start this morning, and she vaguely wondered how on earth she was going to pay for all these automobile repairs. She was only in training to be a nurse, after all, and her parents weren't rich, either. All in all, she was stuck.

Shrugging off the thought, she pedaled up to the scene of yesterday's accident and saw Luka's car there, along with the girl herself who was sitting on the sidewalk. A pair of long legs stuck out from under the truck, and Miku assumed this was the mechanic friend.

She pulled up, climbing off her bike and setting the kick stand before offering Luka a friendly, "Good afternoon," in which the woman just returned with a nod. A moment later, the person underneath the car rolled out and joined them. He was really tall, and had purple hair that was probably as long as her own.

"I don't know why you called me, Luka," he said. "I'm not a mechanic."

Luka shrugged. "You're close enough. I figured even you could just tell me the damage costs."

The man grinned in response, hugging the reluctant woman who tried to push him away. Well, Miku pondered, that seemed pretty unprofessional. Were they, like... together? For some reason, the thought made Miku's chest tighten uncomfortably.

She shifted on her feet, clearing her throat to attract the two's attention. The man looked up, still smiling, and detached himself from Luka to introduce myself. "Name's Kamui Gakupo. I assume it's you who tried to kill Luka?"

Miku blushed, feeling horrified. "N-No, it was an accident!" she explained, arms waving frantically as she tried to recount the accident.

However, Gakupo laughed, waving her off. "I'm only teasing," he said, smiling, reminding her of Rin's sick sense of humor. These two would be marvelous together, she noted dully.

Eventually, they all got to talking about the price range. Luckily, only Luka's door was mortally injured. Still the cost to replace it, plus a new paint job, would be around two grand. When Miku shyly stated that she needed time to get the money, Luka got a thoughtful look on her face, and nodded. Soon enough, Gakupo left, stating that he had somewhere to be before giving Luka another hug and left.

Miku was about to follow suit, but Luka stopped her. "Look," she said, eyes hard, "I don't like you all that much, considering that you wrecked my car, but you look pretty young. Let me guess. You're still a student?" The tealette nodded tentatively, and the pink-haired girl continued, "So it might take more than 'a little while.' I can afford the repairs myself, but that doesn't get you off the hook. It just so happens, however, that I work for a publishing agency and could use a part-time assistant for a little while. You in?"

This is unexpected. She never really expected for this intimidating woman to give her an offer like that. She nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! I am so in!"

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She was so out.

It's been a little over four weeks since Miku started working for Luka, and the tealette just couldn't take it anymore. There was just so much—so much tension, and the pink-haired woman was so blissfully unaware of it, it hurt.

Miku had been "playing for the other team," as Rin so lovingly dubbed it, for a while now, but falling for this person was ridiculous. First and foremost, she was straight. While she made it clear her and that Gakupo guy weren't dating ("Him? I'm single, not desperate, Hatsune."), she still liked, well, guys. And even if she didn't, she was way too good for Miku. Luka was four years older than her, and she had such a killer body and pretty eyes and soft hair and smooth skin and... well, everything. Even if she was a little on the scary side, it was more that she was responsible than mean. Plus, she'd forgiven Miku for hitting her with her car, only bringing it up whenever she wanted Miku to do something silly.

Sighing, Miku anxiously waited for the elevator with two coffees in her hand, and one spilled on the front of her yellow blouse. That had been the first one she got, that met an untimely death while simultaneously burning her skin. Finally, the elevator opened, and she almost ran into her new boss.

"Come on, Hatsune," Luka instructed, walking around the teal-haired girl. "We've got things to do."

Confused but knowing she had to comply, Miku heaved yet another side before turning around and following the woman of her interest out of the building.

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Miku was exhausted. Luka had dragged her all over town and then some. The day had just ended, and because Miku still lacked a car, she was at Luka's house with her until she gathered the energy to leave. She was sprawled out on the sofa, Luka perched delicately at the edge of the couch, sitting with her hands folded in her lap. She looked fine.

"So," she said, breaking the silence. "Today was your last day. I suppose your debt is paid." Maybe it was wishful thinking, but Miku wondered if she noted a tinge of wistfulness in her tone.

"Oh, really?" she mumbled, feeling a little hallow. Why? Hadn't she wanted to get out of this earler? Oh, wait, she knew exactly why this development upset her. Because she wouldn't have an excuse to see Luka anymore. Frowning, she asked, "A-Are you, um, sure?"

Did Luka just snicker? "What, are you going to miss me?" she asked playfully.

Miku sat up, face red. "O-Of course not! I mean, this had really been monopolizing my schedule. I have a really busy social life, you know." Awesome. Now she was going to start babbling. "Besides that, I have school and studies. And then my friend likes to call me, like, everyday. It's kind of crazy. I mean, I totally get that she lives states away and everything, and I miss her, but still. I don't need her trying to set me up with girls from her college—"

Crap.

Luka rose one, elegant brow at her. "Girls?" she repeated. She didn't sound demeaning. Just confused.

The tealette, however, couldn't be more embarrassed. "Oh, um, no. I didn't say girls. Of course I didn't. I'm a girl. Why would I be set up with other females? Ha, ha," she forced an uncomfortable laugh, shooting to her feet and scratching the back of her head, all signs of fatigue leaving. "I should go. You know, find a boyfriend... and everything." Could she kick herself without looking anymore stupid?

The pink-haired woman just chuckled, shaking her head. "You don't have to be so ashamed, Hatsune. I'm not going to scorn you. To each their own." It was comforting, but Miku still felt flushed.

"W-Well, I should go, anyway..."

"What are you doing next Friday?"

"Huh?" Miku stared down at the woman, who still seemed so calm. "I thought I was done working!"

Luka shrugged, seemingly unaffected. "I was going to ask you on a date, but alright.

A... date?

Why on earth did this stunning woman want to go on a date with her? It didn't make sense! "I usually don't do the whole romance-dating thing," Luka said, interrupting Miku's mental crisis. "But I get the feeling you'll never ask me out or get any hints, so I suppose I can make an exception this time. After all, you are the first woman I fell for. So Friday? I'll pick you up at eight."

"But..." Miku started helplessly. "Why?"

Luka smiled, and the teal-haired girl's breath hitched in her throat. "Why not? It'll be fun, I promise."

Not knowing what else to do, Miku nodded. What was going on here? Luka couldn't possibly like her, could she?

Walking out the door, she mounted her bike and began peddling up the street.

Grinning, she decided that it didn't matter if Luka liked her a lot, because now she was stuck with her. No way Miku would let her get away.

'Cause she's so high,

high above me.

She's so lovely.

She's so high,

like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite.

She's so high...

High above me.

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A/N : Back stories are fun. I like them. And here's a taste of excessive Miku/Luka-ness that I'm sure you've been dying for. I know I have.

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