Ever since she was born it had happened. She was a mistake, unwanted, and neglected. Not even her parents had wanted her. Her parents had been young, they had made a mistake, but when her mother found out she had been carrying young Miku inside her, she told her boyfriend, Miku's father, and they went straight for an abortion clinic, they hadn't even wanted Miku before she was even born.
The doctor there had solemnly informed them, that they were too late for an abortion, so Miku's mother would have to have the little unknown creature in her uterus.
Miku's parents were devastated, and blamed each other for the pregnancy, and would quarrel everyday. Once Miku was born, a few months later, she was ignored, only fed and changed whenever necessary, and once Miku was old enough to understand that she was unwanted, she asked her mother why she and daddy didn't get along.
Her mother turned on her, a harsh, cold glare on her face. "It's your fault. If you hadn't been born, why, your father and I would still be happily together! You're the reason why we're unhappy with each other. How I regret your birth with all my life. You were the worst thing to happen to me."
From that statement her mother had said, she'd thought herself worthless. But to confirm what mother had said, she went to her father that, rather than giving her a sound and vocal explanation, simply struck her upside the head, and muttered "Mistake" under his breath.
This went on for years, verbal harassment from her mother and physical abuse from her father. Miku secluded herself more, and more from everyone, never talking to anyone, giving vague explanations on her multiple cuts and bruises.
Her mother called her things like, "Worthless", "Mistake", "Ugly", "Horrendous", "Unwanted", "Hateful", and other words that a parent should never call their child. The beatings from her father didn't lessen or end, either. In fact, the more stressed he got, which started becoming often due to his work being harsher on him, the more he beat Miku.
Since her second year of middle school she had attempted suicide five times. All in one year. All failed attempts. Miku wanted to die more than anything. Maybe then her parents could be happy, maybe every now and then they'd visit her grave. But if Miku were to die, her parents would most likely be alleviated, happy, glad they got that baggage off their shoulders.
Miku had begun to turn to music for some relief. She would sing quietly on her roof on rough nights. When her father was intoxicated, and let his stress out on Miku, by beatings, when Miku's mother didn't cook enough food for Miku, when she felt so alone in this world. Miku would sit on her rooftop, ear buds in her ears, a cheap MP3 near her, singing along to woeful, depressing songs.
This had become routine to her, every time she felt this way, she would listen and sing. She had a marvelous voice, but she had convinced herself that her voice was monstrous, along with the comments her mother made when she heard her sing.
It started at home, but soon this progressed towards her social and school life.
She had a few friends. The key word being had. But everyone began to realize what a miserable and disgusting creature she really was. Or so Miku told herself. Why else would she lose all her friends, if not for being such a pathetic existence?
Miku began shunning out her friends, in fact. She neglected them, ignored their calls and texts, when they were concerned for her, avoided them at all costs, because she thought she was worthless, and she thought that if she avoided everyone, no one would find out.
Did you know Rin used to be Miku's best friend? She used to be.
Len and Miku even had signs of liking each other.
Kaito and Meiko were like Miku's older siblings.
Gakupo like the father she'd wished she had.
Haku and Neru always had her back.
Gumi and Lily were like her caring aunts.
She had had a family of friends. But she neglected them all.
Rin became concerned, trying to speak to Miku, but to no avail.
Len, in desperation to cheer Miku up, had even asked her out, she refused. He was too kind and handsome to be with such a miserable thing as her, she reasoned.
Kaito and Meiko attempted cheering Miku up, asking her to tag along with them on their many outings, Miku wouldn't go.
Gakupo tried talking to her, but she wouldn't speak or listen.
Haku and Neru tried defending her from the rumors going around, thwarting all existence of them. Miku didn't even thank them.
Gumi and Lily did silly antics and crazy stunts to make her smile, but she would look away.
Everyone gave up one day. They were tired of trying to cheer her up, but getting nothing. That was the day it began. The day everyone began their Anti-Miku campaign.
Rin gossiped and made false rumors about where Miku got her bruises, claiming Miku and her nameless lover would have intimacies, and violent ones, and Miku would let him. Neru and Haku didn't stop the spread of the lies. In fact, Neru, with her blog and high social connections, would spread it even more, while Haku would stay silent and let it happen.
Len grew to loathe Miku, and opted for Rin instead. They went out since the third year of middle school.
Kaito and Meiko snickered and snarled at Miku. Encouraging everyone to do the same. They were influential people after all, the most popular couple, in fact.
Gakupo ignored her, refusing to admit her existence. He ceased being the only father-figure in her life. He had given up on Miku.
Gumi and Lily didn't send any of their bright, sunny smiles her way anymore. They sent her glares, in fact.
That was it. Miku lost both her blood family, and her other family. Actually, she never had a blood family as far as she was concerned.
With the further neglect and hate of everyone, Miku shunned herself even further. She skipped classes, she didn't do assignments, nor turn them in, and she wouldn't participate in class. That was when her teachers began to grow weary of her. They sent her to many counselors, but she didn't say a word. She usually missed the sessions. The counselors grew weary of her, too.
They gave her many chances to turn in missing assignments, and to help raise her grade again, but it was in vain, Miku wouldn't do anything at all about it.
They attempted contacting her parents, but they wouldn't care. So the school staff decided to give up on this Hatsune. The girl wasn't worth their constant help and support, they reasoned.
Poor Miku learned the cruelty of the world much too early. She learned how cruel and greedy humans were. She learned many things, and dug her own anti-social grave even deeper.
She also learned that when she hurt herself, it felt alleviating, in a sense. So she would hurt herself on purpose sometimes. It started by scratching herself purposefully and it evolved to grabbing knives or blades, or anything sharp, and pierce her skin. Then she had one day experienced the wonders of fire. She became intrigued with fire, its beauty so painful. But she enjoyed it.
Miku stared out the window, not paying attention to the class going on in front of her. Every now and then she'd stare at the pinkette, marveling at how stunning and beautiful one could be. Luka would glance back, and shoot her a sunny smile, which would leave Miku flustered, and return to look out the window. This happened multiple times during class. This was Miku's new pastime in class. All too soon, the lunch bell rang and students shuffled around to get with their friends, creating chatter here and there, moving seats all around.
"Hey, Miku-san, what do you have for lunch?" Luka inquired and she pulled out her lunch.
Miku stared at her bag blankly, and replied with a shake of her head.
"Nothing?" Luka asked, a hint of surprise and pity entwining in her tone.
Miku nodded. She was about to lay her head down when she felt something slide across. It was Luka's lunch.
She stared at the other girl as if she had grown a second head.
Luka smiled a sunny smile, shrugged, and simply said, "You need it more than I do…" She trailed off as she stared at Miku, her eyebrows knitting together on confusion.
Miku was still in shock that someone had given her food. And a full meal too. She hadn't eaten a full meal in who knows how long. She only got the left over scraps from her parent's food.
"Miku-san…" Luka said gently as she extended her hand slowly. Miku flinched and backed away a bit, expecting to get struck. Luka looked taken aback and even a bit hurt, but she shook it off and leaned closer.
She cupped Miku's cheek gently with one hand and moved Miku's head to one side. She was examining one of the many bruises her father had given her.
This was it. Luka had already heard Rin's explanation of her injuries, but hadn't believed them. But now that she saw them up close, she'd surely believe them, be disgusted, and leave, along with taking her food back.
To her surprise, Luka had concern etched on her face. "Miku-san… how did this happen..?" Luka asked. Miku stayed silent. Luka frowned. Yes, now Luka would believe Rin. Luka would believe that she was staying silent because she was trying to defend her lover.
Luka surprised Miku again, when she raised her hand and asked the teacher if she could take Miku to the nurse. The teacher looked confused, and was going to inquire why; when he remembered that Miku usually wore bruises on her pale complexion. He decided to humor Megurine. Poor girl must be concerned over that Hatsune. He mentally rolled his eyes. He had heard the rumors, and it was believable. He wouldn't be surprised if they were real, rather than rumors.
He sighed and nodded anyways.
Luka briskly stood up and pulled Miku along with her, but grabbed her lunch so Miku could eat on the way there.
Miku couldn't fathom what was happening. This beautiful, intelligent goddess was taking care of a low life like Miku? It must be some odd dream. She had often dreamt of someone coming and looking after her. That was it. This was all a dream. And when she awoke in the morning, she'd be back in the miserable world, alone, as always. As it should be.
But no, the softness of Luka's hands, the taste of Luka's lunch, the smell of Luka's hair, the elegant walk of Luka, and the sound of Luka's concerned voice asking question or making small talk. It was too real.
By the time they arrived at the nurse's station, Miku had finished eating. Luka explained to the nurse that her friend had fallen and gotten a bruise, and if she could have some ice. The nurse gladly gave the ice to Luka, but almost took it back when she saw Hatsune.
Luka pulled Miku outside and gently put the ice to her bruise.
Miku realized that Luka had lied to the nurse. She had said that Miku had fallen, and yet she didn't know why she had a bruise.
Luka's caring cerulean blue eyes searched her own dull teal eyes. Luka kept the ice gently on the bruise, pulling away every now and then so Miku wouldn't get ice burn.
"Will you tell me now how you got this?" Luka asked in a soft voice. Miku's lips trembled. Never had she been treated so nicely. Miku bit her lip and actually considered telling what her dad did to her.
"My… my… m-m-my… my… dad… he…" Miku trailed off. Tears bordering her eyes. Why did she have to cry now of all times? Luka seemed to have understood, because she pulled Miku into a tight and comforting hug, stroking Miku's long teal pig tails. Luka pulled back after a while and stared at Miku again, who was crying, because of thinking of her dad and the overload of kindness she was receiving.
Luka asked, "Would you like to stay at my house tonight, then?"
Miku's heart leapt. She nodded almost too vigorously. Luka smiled and pat her head gently. She held on to her hand and led her back to their class.
From a corner a smirking Neru, with phone in hand, had been recording the whole thing. Now she had some more dirt to rub on Miku. And on Luka. Because Luka was too much on Miku's side. She could send this to everyone, saying that Luka and Miku were lovers, and bring forth a new wave of disgust.
In fact, that was exactly what she did.
A/N; Wow. I uploaded that sooner than I thought I would... I know I said I'd make it at least 3k words per chap... Ugh... I'm sorry to disappoint... ;-; This is only a teensy weensy glance as to why everyone hates her. I'll explain why her former friends hate her in maybe next chap? But it explains why her parents are "Ew" about Miku. Ummm... Those reviews got me really pumped up! I was so happy to read them! Thank you to those who reviewed! But man... Someone said "I can tell this will be a great story" or something like that, and I thought, Shit... Now I have expectation of the people to meet. I'll try my best guys! 100% on this story. Again, my first depressing-ish story. So if it doesn't seem... deep enough? I'm sorry. I really am trying...
The first part about Miku's parents is really related to me. Not that my parents treat me like that much. My dad hasn't ever hit me, kinda. My mom and dad didn't want me, and once my mom found out she was pregnant with me, she wanted an abortion, but was too late. But she says she's glad she has such an "intelligent" and "beautiful" child. xD I'm neither. I'm just a dork in very advanced classes. :p Eh. But here I am, writing about NegiToro! ^^ Anyways... Y'know the cue! R&R if you would? :D Favorite if you like, Follow if your interested in how this story'll develop, and Review if you have something you'd like to say/have a suggestion.
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