Miku awoke to an odd feeling. She was warm.
Most importantly, her bed felt soft. Actually, it didn't even feel like a bed. It felt like a …-
Person.
There was a person under her. A person whose chest rose and fell. A person whose arms encircled her own waist loosely. A person who smelled wonderful; like the ocean almost. A person with long light pink hair. Wait. Pink hair. Luka?
Miku shifted her head up and looked at the person. It was Luka. Her eyes were closed, her eye lashes looking almost white in the light. Her lips were pursed, and she had the most docile and relaxed expression imaginable.
She found herself thinking once again, that maybe this was all a dream. Or perhaps it was because Luka was just… perfect. Studying her face and body she couldn't find a fault or flaw. Her skin was a creamy ivory, a light pink tinting her cheeks, and not a single blemish to interrupt it. Her body was nicely built, curving in just the right places, and she wasn't flat-chested; far from it, in fact.
As for Miku?
Miku's skin was just pale, and she had shadows under her eyes from lack of sleep. She had a frail build from malnourishment, and in her opinion was undesirable. Who could even like anyways?
Miku crossed her arms over Luka's chest and put her chin on them, staring at Luka intently, as if wanting to commit every beautiful detail to memory. She watched as Luka's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and heard her mumble something. After a while she began stirring from her sleep, blinking slowly to adjust to the light. And then cerulean met teal. They maintained the silent conversation for some time, not wanting to break the comfortable silence. Luka smiled at Miku. But the smile felt different. It seemed so genuine and warm and perfect. Like Luka. Miku couldn't help it and she felt the corner of her lips to twitch and slowly quirk upwards in response.
Luka's smile widened at the sight of Miku's. It made her feel good inside knowing she could make Miku smile. Besides, she was damn adorable when she smiled. Luka couldn't resist and wrapped her arms even tighter around Miku, bringing her close. She felt Miku tense but quickly relax into the embrace, moving up to snuggle into her collar bone slightly. Miku was so close. She finally had the fragile doll comfortable in her arms. She inwardly giggled every time Miku would blink and her eye lashes brushed her skin.
Luka felt something wet trickle along her skin and she frowned. She wasn't sure what it was. Was Miku drooling? Or worse. Crying? Her heart dropped at thinking she would be crying again. She pulled one arm away and put a finger under Miku's chin, causing them to have eye contact. Sure enough, there it was; the tears.
"Why are you crying?" Luka asked in concern.
"Why is someone as beautiful as you hanging out with me?" Miku countered. As usual, she directed a derogatory tone towards herself.
Luka's face shifted from concern to a smile.
"Miku-chan is beautiful too."
Miku's face shifted from confusion, to surprise, to embarrassment so quickly it was comical. And adorable. Always adorable. She vigorously shook her head, making her twin tails swish around.
"I'm not. Look at me. You're perfect and I'm not. I'm so scrawny and full of flaws… Why do you still hang out with me?"
Luka was about to open her mouth to attempt to convince her that she was in fact truly beautiful but was cut off by the choked voice of Miku.
"Everyone says so. My mom does. My dad does. Our peers do. Our teachers do. My weight doesn't please them. My weight doesn't please me."
Luka sighed and sat up, lifting Miku along as well. She slid to the side and stood up. Miku knew what would come. Luka was tired of her. Luka would leave. Leave her alone. She would be alone. Again.
To Miku's relief and surprise, Luka said "Get dressed. I'm taking you out" instead.
As Miku stepped out of the bathroom from a cold shower, Luka stood there waiting. Luka tugged her along, down along the sidewalk, obviously wanting to reach her own home as quick as her legs could carry her. Once they reached her house, Luka jammed the keys into the door's lock and opened it, quickly taking her shoes off and rushing up the stairs to her bed room, beckoning Miku to do the same.
So there sat Miku, on the soft bed she had once slept on, waiting for Luka to finish showering. She tapped her fingers on the bed and looked around. It was a pretty spartan room. Although there was some pink accessories and a few fish or tuna knick knacks here and there. One thing that caught her eye was two picture frames. Both were shattered. Upon closer inspection she saw one of them contained an elder woman and man with a strong resemblance to Luka, and what seemed to be a younger version of Luka. Perhaps they were her parents? She wouldn't doubt it. Both were gorgeous and had an elegant air. They even had the same pink hair.
She looked towards the other picture. There was a girl with red hair and massive, overly exaggerated cowlick next to Luka, who again seemed younger. The girl was grinning a mega-watt smile and had an arm hooked over Luka's shoulders, while Luka had a shy smile, her cheeks a bit red. Miku felt a bit jealous that someone had gotten so close to Luka, but she caught herself, realizing that the girl and Luka were probably best friends and had history together.
The last part was right at least. The former, possibly at one time.
Although Miku did find it odd that a picture of her parents would be shattered. Perhaps when she was moving it fell and broke? Possibly. She wouldn't question it. She had her own dark secrets, at any rate.
Miku's head snapped up when she heard the bathroom door open and a fully clothed Luka stepped out. She gently smiled and held a hand out to the tealette, to which said girl took and stood up. But Luka didn't let go of her hand once she was up. In fact, she entwined their fingers. She stared at their hands and felt her cheeks warm up, but said nothing, and allowed Luka to tug her along.
And so she was tugged along. It wasn't unpleasant though; Luka would walk around, getting into the shopping district, and look through a window and point something out to Miku, or would eye a café or diner carefully. Finally she was pulled through the doors of a small café restaurant. Miku looked around with wide eyes. She hadn't ever really eaten out. The scents from the kitchen area smelled delightful. Once again, Miku was pulled along to a table, where Luka pulled out her chair and waited for Miku to sit, before pushing the chair in, and scurrying to sit on the other side.
Luka smiled at Miku's flustered expression and her slight fidgeting. Finally a waitress came up to take their order. The waitress asked their choice of drinks, and Luka shrugged and went with green tea, then nodded towards Miku, who stammered to say that she'd have the same thing.
Miku felt very anxious and self-conscious. She felt as if everyone were eyeing her, and every whisper between the other tables she felt were quiet jeers at her.
Look how skinny that girl is.
Wow, she's really ugly.
It's disgusting how pale she is.
What an excuse for a human being.
Miku's head swam, and her vision got blurry. She felt a constricting pain in her chest and had difficulty breathing, taking shallow, needy gulps of air. Her heart hammered away painfully in her chest and her stomach twisted in knots. She felt sick. She needed to get out. She needed to leave. She was suffocating. She was going to die.
She felt a hand cup over her own, prompting her to look up at Luka, who had a worried expression on her face.
"Hey… you okay there?" Luka asked in concern. Miku pursed her lips and nodded slowly. She was feeling a bit better seeing as Luka was there. Luka wouldn't let anyone do anything, right? She slowly relaxed as Luka's thumb ran circles along her hand, and felt a small surge of confidence at Luka's comforting smile. She ducked her head as she felt a smile and a blush creep along her face.
All too soon the tea was brought in, and Luka retracted her hand, but kept the smile on her face. She looked up towards the waitress, who had asked what they would be having. Luka brought the menu to her face, her eyebrows furrowing. Her face cracked into a childish grin when she saw the special. Tuna.
Luka wasted no time in ordering it, and glanced at Miku, who seemed incredibly indecisive. She was chewing her bottom lip and looking in the menu frantically. Miku quietly said that she would "like a salad with some… uh… leeks". The waitress scurried off into the back with their order.
Miku slowly brought the cup up to her lips and sipped some, not before blowing it a bit, seeing as it was still hot. She saw from the rim of her cup Luka mirror the action. There was a moment of brief silence before she felt Luka's warm hand envelop hers again. There it was again. That smile. The smile she would never get used to. It was so warm and gentle; she simply couldn't get over it.
Sooner than later, the waitress brought over their desired meals and Luka wasted no time in thanking the woman and digging into her food, obviously enjoying the tuna. Miku, on the other hand, was a bit hesitant to eat, but she did, and discovered that the salad was good, if not amazing. They had both finished eating and were finishing their tea when Luka began looking at her again. It was an almost loving gaze, and it brought flames to Miku's cheeks.
She scanned the establishment again, unable to keep Luka's gaze and noticed a girl with purple hair, cropped short but with two long twin-tails in the front, staring at her and Luka with an almost love struck gaze, while a girl with messy and tussled pale pearl-like colored hair with braids down the front tried to get her attention. The girl with purple hair caught Miku staring and she blushed and looked back at the girl in front of her. The girl with braids seemed to be chastising the other about something.
After a while the girl with purple hair stood up and walked to their table. It was then she noticed she had a bunny hoodie. Though it didn't have the face of a bunny, the hood just had things that seemed to be bunny ears.
"Eh, ah, I'm sorry to disturb you time together but," the girl wrung her hands together nervously, and nodded back towards the other girl that she had been seated in front of, "Iacchi told me to apologize to you guys for staring, because it seems like you caught me…" she directed the last part towards Miku with a sheepish smile. But then she gave a small, squeal-like noise and said, "But I couldn't help it! You guys were so cute and, and, I just" she cut herself off, not knowing what else to say.
The girl with braids audibly and visibly sighed and stood up, walking over to them as well. She held an apologetic gaze and bowed, "I apologize for the actions of my partne- friend."
The girl with braids - whose name was Ia, according to the girl with purple hair – and Luka seemed to stare at each other for a while. Then a light of recognition dawned on their faces.
"Ia..? Is that you?" Luka questioned said girl.
"Only if I'm talking to Luka it is." She said with a smile.
The girl with purple hair and Miku shared a confused glance, looking between Luka and Ia.
"Ah, well, this is my friend Miku, and Miku this is one of my closest friends, Aria, or Ia for short."
The girl with purple hair's eyebrows furrowed, and then she quickly blurted out, "And I am Yuzuki Yukari!"
Ia rolled her eyes and snorted. Luka smiled at the girls antics. Miku felt a bit confused, and felt the sting of the jealousy that she had felt when she saw the picture of the other girl with Luka. She realized how ridiculous and irrational it was. But she felt self-conscious. What if Luka preferred the company of one of her old friends than her? She fidgeted. She really didn't want that. Truth be told, she was slowly growing attached to Luka.
Luka hailed the waitress over and paid her, and invited the two newcomers, though she directed it towards Ia, over to her house, to catch up. So, as Luka and Ia walked ahead and caught up, Miku and Yukari walked behind them, and the girl was giving her the most peculiar stare, as if she was being scrutinized. Miku felt nervous. What if this girl was judging her and decided she didn't like her? What if she told Ia that Miku was no good and useless, and Ia realized it too, and prompted Luka to think the same? Then she'd lose Luka. She didn't want to lose Luka.
Yukari spoke up.
"So… how long have you two been together?"
Miku was confused. Wasn't that a question you asked couples- Oh. Yukari must think that she and Luka were… Her cheeks flamed. She quickly shook her head.
"Oh. So you guys aren't a couple?" Yukari looked crestfallen. Miku slowly shook her head again.
Yukari laughed and said, "With the way Luka was holding your hand and looking at you, I would've thought…" She shook her head and grinned. "Iacchi and I have been together for a year and a half now!" Yukari said it with so much joy and pride, as if Ia were some treasure or something. At least Ia was taken, so she wouldn't get to Luka. Miku realized what she just thought. What did she care what or who Luka liked or dated? Besides, Luka would never be interested in her. Not only was she a girl, but she was also pathetic.
Although… the way Luka would stare at her or smile at her… no. Maybe it was just a friendly gaze. It had to be. There was no other way.
Yukari smiled at Miku warmly. "We're totally going to get along." Yukari stated confidently. It was as if there were no questions about it.
Once they approached Luka's home, they gathered around the living room, where Luka went into the kitchen to get everyone a drink. Soon, they were all seated and drinking and swapping stories. Except Miku. She listened and smiled when something funny was said or done.
Luka then turned to her and put something in her hands, closing her fingers around it. Luka smiled and said, "A memo in case I'm ever gone and not around."
Miku opened her fingers slowly and looked at the trinket in her hand. It was a pink tuna fish. She looked up and smiled, and Luka responded by giving her a small hug. Yukari squealed out loud at the sight, and Ia had trouble calming her down. Yukari was screaming some thing about shipping them, to which Miku was confused and worried about. Would they be sent over seas in a giant crate?
They were all chatting amiably, and even Miku joined in to say something here and there, when the door bell rung, and a dead silence passed. Luka was confused, seeing as she never had visitors over.
She excused herself and walked to the door, opening it slowly, and she immediately wished she hadn't. All the unwanted feeling and thoughts and memories flooded her head.
"Hello Luka." Came the greeting of a smirking, unwanted red head with a massive cowlick.
A/N; I'm sorry for the sort of late update... Ehehehehehehehehe... I was with my dad last weekend... and I felt like shit afterwards. He poked fun of my weight a lot. Which is why some of this here is about Miku and her appearances/weight. I don't give a fuck about my looks, honestly. xD But everyone keeps mocking at how skinny I am so... yeah. Heh. I'm not anorexic or anything, though. o3o
I WILL GIVE ANOTHER ROUND OF COOKIES TO THOSE WHO CAN TELL ME WHERE THERE IS FORESHADOWING. I'LL GIVE YOU A HINT. IT REVOLVES AROUND LUKA. AND IT IS TOWARDS THE END.
If you guys don't guess it, then I'll say it. And you can interpret it ANY way you want. Heh.
I've also been feeling kinda angsty because... I'm sort of having a lack of communication with my girl friend... eh yeah... So yep. Almost had an anxiety attack too. Sheesh. This week has been loooooong. Anyways.
YEP. EVERYONE GUESSED RIGHT. VIRTUAL COOKIE TO YOU ALL. HAHAHAHAHAHA.
AlphonseAl: Hello again. :3 Yeah you're right. *Gives chocolate chip cookie* I use hashtags in mockery. Heh. Everyone kinda does. o-o; I don't know why I do this. D:
mukyuuuuu: I'll certainly keep updating! ^^ At least this chapter is way longer. About 3k words! :D Yeah. I wanted to give a more or less solid explanation and back ground with everyone and Miku. Heh. Yes it is. *Gives cookie that magically turns your favorite flavor* C:
Aerosophical: Ehehehehehe. I'm just making people hate characters then change their mind and not be able to hate them again. Thank you. I'm trying to do so... I'm not sure if there will. I'll have to think about it. Probably the name-less back ground characters. xD It is Miki! *Also gives a cookie of your favorite flavor* I'm glad you are. It's nice seeing you here for just about every chapter. ^^ Heh. Miki's gonna raise some shit. xD But I've got plans for her. *Grins evilly* Heh.
One-x-Three: I know. I love Miki. *Gives cookie of your favorite flavor* She's so cute. xD But I'm making her a bitch here. :p Of course she doesn't Miki ruined Luka's life. GYAAAAH MIKI DAMN IT. I like RinxLen as incest too. It's good for angsty and deep stories. C: Well. You guys took the time out of your day to read and review my story, so it is only fair that I take time out of my day to update and reply! :D
Lecture Guesty: I am calling you that from now on. No if, ands, or buts. Good. I would call you Guesty either way. xD MIKU IS GOING TO DIE. Just kidding. She's not the one dying. Oops. Heh. xD But yeah. Some Hell might be raised thanks to Neru. Pfft. YES MIKI IT IS. *Gives a cookie with "Guesty" on it* It's also your favorite flavor. o3o
music96ninja: Yep. *Gives cookie of your favorite flavor* :D Yeah it was. Miki you bitch. xD Well. I only stated that Len did. But I was like, "Nah. Everyone needs to be a little gay. YOLO." xD I really do like your story. And thanks for reviewing on my Bubbline one. o3o See you next chap!