She couldn't remember the last time someone had cared so much for her. She couldn't remember because no one had. Or at least, had never cared as much. But, Luka, Luka, Luka, Luka, Luka. Luka now did. After going to the nurse, the whole class had silently watched them, as if knowing something they didn't. Thanks to Neru, that was true; everyone did know something they didn't.
They were seated, Luka calmly and maturely listening and taking notes, all the while Miku laid her head on the table, ice to her bruise. She was hardly aware of a snicker from some kids, and then she felt something thrown to the back of her head.
Miku turned around and looked at the floor; there was a crumpled up paper. She leaned down and picked it up, slowly unfolding it. When she opened it, her face went paler than it usually was and eyes went wide. There was one word written on it. Just one. It made her stomach flip. On the paper it said in simple red ink, Lesbian.
Luka took a glance towards Miku, having seen her shift around, but when she saw Miku's white face and the paper in her hand she got curious. She looked back at her teacher, he was asleep, having written the assignment on the board and expecting his students to do it. Luka looked at Miku again, and tried to lean in to see what was on it that had made her give that reaction.
Luka's face drained and she felt numb when she saw the word. It was happening again.
It had always been the same, everyday. Word of what Luka was had gotten out. Everyone taunted and made fun of her, chanting over and over again, in a hypnotic, mocking way, Lesbian, lesbian, lesbian, lesbian, lesbian, lesbian.
Lesbian, lesbian, lesbian, those words had never left her mind since they began taunting her that way.
Lesbian, lesbian, lesbian, those words never left her when girls mocked her, making kissy faces at her, and asking if Luka lusted over them.
Lesbian, lesbian, lesbian, those words never left her as the snickering boys tried to have their way with her.
It had started with Miki, being Luka's constant companion. Luka had been a bit overly affectionate with Miki, or at least that's how Miki saw it. Miki began thinking that Luka had feelings for her. Miki was a closed-minded, very slow and stuck-up person.
Luka would sometimes just hug her from behind and place her head in the crook of Miki's neck, or would intertwine their fingers like couples would. Miki was disturbed by this. She wouldn't have minded Piko doing this to her. But Luka? Luka was a girl. It was disgusting for a girl to be intimate in any way with another girl. It was unethical, only boys were with girls. So if Luka had feeling for her in any way at all, she would have to go to the source of this. So she did what she thought was smart.
So Miki tried testing her. She had a plan set up.
She had told Luka to meet her after school by the lockers. Miki wanted to see which of the two reactions she would get. If Luka yelled and pushed her away, obviously her claims would be wrong, but if Luka let it happen, it was obvious that it was true. So Miki waited, flipping her red hair over her shoulder every now and then. Luka arrived with a smile and a warm greeting. Miki inwardly smirked.
So, to test her theory, she went right up to Luka and pushed her against the wall, like how they did in some movies Miki had seen. Miki having a height disadvantage, stood on her tiptoes and leaned up to Luka, whose cheeks were red, and went stuttering about something she couldn't comprehend. But, Luka didn't push away. That was all Miki needed. She pulled back and nodded at herself, and walked away; leaving a confused Luka still against the wall trying to understand what had happened.
After a while Luka gave up trying to asses the situation and went back home.
When Luka arrived the next day she got cold glares and sneers from a lot of her peers and friends. Luka was again confused. But then she heard it. Lesbian. Followed by, disgusting, disgrace, gross, inhuman, freak, weird, and humiliating.
Luka's eyes widened. She realized what had happened. She avoided Miki at all costs, and suffered name-calling throughout the day.
Luka hoped that this would only be a joke of today. That tomorrow everyone would laugh and walk up to Luka and say that it was a mere jest. Luka hoped.
And hope was all she could do.
The next day though, it was the same. The same words, the same glares, the same tone. The whole class, she got stares all day from her class mates. Again, Luka hoped it was all a joke.
But the third day, something happened. Her supposed friends surrounded her, lead by Miki.
"We know what you tried to do with Miki, and that's just gross." Said one boy.
"Yeah, keep your weird and unnatural urges to yourself. Or some other girl." Said another.
"Or be normal and date a boy." Said yet another.
Luka's head spun, she felt dizzy and sick.
This wasn't happening to her. This was just a dream. No, a nightmare, and when she woke up, she'd be in her bed, wondering and thinking what a weird dream she'd had. And everything would be normal.
Unfortunately for Luka, it was reality. The cold, harsh glare of reality. She stammered, trying to make out an intelligible response, but the words died in her throat.
"If you really aren't that gross, and are normal," a boy with messy brown hair and sharp, handsome facial features walked up to Luka, "then go out with me."
Everyone watched Luka expectantly. This was bad for Luka. Luka had never dated anyone, or had a crush on anyone, for that manner, and for a boy she didn't know the name of to just ask her out, out of the blue, was a big deal to Luka. On one hand, if she did go out with him, she'd be redeemed in everyone's eyes, and she could probably dump him afterwards, before things got too serious. On the other hand, she didn't want the first person she dated to be some person she'd never even seen before.
Luka felt herself between a wall and a rock. Her next decisions would shape her future.
She gave a shaky breath and denied the boy. Everyone shared a knowing look, as if they expected her to say that. They dispersed and left her alone again.
In fact they left her alone the entire day.
She wouldn't have predicted what happened afterwards to ever happen in a million years.
Once she got home, things were worse. Her parents had heard it. A very long and tiring argument began. Luka's parents called Luka exactly what they had at school. Her parents wept, as if they had been the victims, and not Luka, who had to suffer all the harassment. Luka went straight to her room and bawled all night. She couldn't believe it. Her world had shattered.
When she awoke that morning, her stuff had been packed up, her mother looming over her, her father in the background. She was moving. Alone.
Her parents informed her that since she was the… thing… she was they didn't want to have Luka in the same house as them. They said they'd pay for the rent and food, and she would be changing schools. They also said she was welcome back home once she was fixed.
Luka couldn't believe what was happening. She had lost her friends, her dignity, and her parents.
Luka wasn't even sure she was actually attracted to females! And yet, and yet, this was happening.
That was when her adoration and respect for her parents flew out the window. Her face solemn and serious. Her heart ripped from her chest, out of the protective shell of her ribs, gone.
Luka never looked back. Never said goodbye. She went into the car apparently waiting for her. She went into the car to her new life. She went into the car leaving everything behind. All she had was herself, and she was all she was going to depend on. With that resolve, she wiped away her tears and set her face straight.
Luka never forgot that day. The day her parents disowned her. The day her old life ended and another began. The day the shy and quiet Luka died. The day the cold and calm Luka began. The day she left behind everything. Everything.
Luka hissed, and turned a cold glare towards the snickering kids in the back, which made them pause in their mockery, and be intimidated by her look.
Luka promptly stood up, got a hold of the paper from Miku's hands, and went up to the teacher, stirring him from his slumber. She lied, saying that the students had thrown this at Luka, when it had been targeted towards Miku. She had a hunch that if she were to get Miku involved, he'd do nothing.
The teacher looked taken aback, and stood up, and cleared his throat, gaining everyone's attention. He reprimanded the responsible students and sent them outside as punishment.
The class went by uneventfully as any day. Soon the final bell rang, alerting the students that school was over, and it was time to go home. Miku always dreaded this part. She would prefer listening to insults from people she could easily consider strangers, than from her birth mother and be hit by her father.
But today she was looking forward to it. Today she would be with Luka. Her parents wouldn't care that she wouldn't be home. She still had to pick up her clothes and things, though. Luka followed her home, waiting outside anxiously for Miku to exit.
Luka examined the exterior of the house, it was a bit shabby, but had a homey feel to it. Little did she know how unwelcoming and dangerous it was for Miku. Her old house hadn't been like that; it was large, cold, and lonely. Her parents were fairly wealthy, having two shiny new cars in the garage, big rooms everywhere, an expanse of front and back yards, and Luka's favorite place; the music room. The music room held so many different instruments and musical equipment. Luka had learned to play everything from piano to guitar to flute. Most of her days were spent there. Especially her last.
Miku was practically running out the door, and she heard a woman yelling things to Miku she didn't want to even repeat, while a male voice yelled in a slurred manner. She was carrying a bag that was probably larger than her. Luka chuckled and grabbed on to it. Miku quickly pushed Luka forward, as if running from a cave that held some monstrous creature. It did hold two monstrous creatures, though. Two very heartless and cruel savages. But Miku didn't dwell on it, for she wanted to escape her parents as quickly as her legs would carry her.
It turns out Luka didn't live far from Miku, and as they had aimless chatter, they were completely oblivious to the blond side-ponytailed girl with her phone in hand, following them.
Once they arrived at Luka's house, Miku felt relieved. She had gotten away from her parents for at least a day. Miku looked around, expecting warm and rich parents to greet her. When all she received was silence she questioned Luka on it. Her face fell immediately.
"Oh… well… my parents thought… I could take care of myself, so they let me live here…" Luka said gently.
Miku found it odd, but didn't question it. She was hiding her own secrets too, anyways.
Luka excused herself to the kitchen, and asked Miku what she would like for dinner. Miku looked taken aback. She was being asked what she wanted for dinner? This was too new to her.
Miku felt her cheeks heat up, for the millionth time around Luka. She just let Luka cook anything. After all, she wasn't picky, she'd be getting a full meal, and she wouldn't complain about what she was getting.
Miku went to try to help Luka. It was the least she could do for being fed. In the end, Miku almost burned the kitchen down, twice. So Luka just let her be in the sidelines.
Dinner was just your average dinner. Nothing too specific or special. Meat here, rice there, vegetable to top it off.
Miku didn't care what she ate, because she devoured anything anyways. Luka couldn't stop giggling at how Miku would wolf down everything. Miku was soon satisfied, eating just about everything Luka hadn't gotten to. She offered to help clean the plates, and so she did.
Miku was offered to bathe first. She took it. The warm water helped Miku's aching muscles and sore bruises. She hadn't taken a warm bath in… it was much too long to even remember. They always had cold water at her house.
Miku stepped out afterwards, and waited in Luka's room as Luka bathed.
Luka's head popped from the door, her cheeks red.
"Um… Miku-san… I… uh… left my night ware on the dresser, could you… perhaps get them for me?"
Miku didn't refuse, she got up from her spot on the floor and gave Luka her nightgown, trying desperately not to touch the undergarments that were with it. Luka apologized and thanked Miku multiple times before slipping back. She came out soon afterwards.
Luka scratched her cheek. "Um… I'll grab the futon and you can sleep on my bed."
Miku's eyes widened. She looked back at the bed that looked so tantalizingly comfortable and back at Luka. Over and over again. Luka chuckled and walked out to grab the futon. She ushered Miku to her bed, insisting she sleep on it, while she grabbed a blanket and slept on the futon.
Miku stayed awake. At least for a while. The bed was too soft to not fall asleep on. She heard Luka's soft and slow breathing, and it made her wonder why Luka was alone. She was a magnificent child. Smart, caring, sweet, quiet, and polite.
Miku's thoughts wandered everywhere, mainly to Luka, but everything that had happened since Luka transferred.
With the thought of Luka, Miku fell asleep. Her first, genuine smile caressing her lips in the longest time ever.
Neru smirked while walking back home. She had many things to post now. She scrolled through her phone, satisfied.
A/N; Oh wow. Your reviews get me so pumped up, guys. Keep them coming! :D I'm trying to update this as often as possible. I'm sorry for that ending. Gosh, cheesy...
Anyways! Here's a glimpse at Luka's story. Man, I'm making everyone so harsh and evil in this story...This chapter was really hard for me to write, especially what Miki said about girls being intimate. I've realized I've sort of made this story based off me a bit. This wasn't my original intention! I swear. ono; But... I can relate to Luka in this story a lot. My mom was very angry at me when I told her I was interested in females. She ignored me for a while, and wept as if she was the victim, she even asked me where she went wrong as a mother for to turn out like that. I don't even want to think about telling my dad... That'd be scary as heck...
I want to let everyone know that, don't let anyone bully you or get you down because you're different. Embrace being whatever it is you are. If you ever feel the need to talk to someone, just come to me, I'll gladly help. c: I don't care if I don't know your name or face, we're all here because of this fandom, so we're all united as one group, eh?
Anyways. Y'know the drill, yeah? Review if you have a comment/suggestion, Favorite if you enjoyed this, Follow if you want to see how this will go along, and yeah. Thanks for reading! ^^