A/N: First and foremost, I want to apologize. I've been on hiatus for far too long and it really took a kick to my ass to realize that I can't let this remain unfinished. I started this fanfic back in late 2014 and to see how much time and effort I invested for these characters amazes me. Vocaloid has a special place in my heart, as cheesy and nerdy as that may sound but it really does. I always imagined how Miku would be in a high school setting and Luka as well. Those two are the backbone of this story and I want to do justice for this pairing's fans. Because as a fan myself, there isn't much stories for them which is a shame. And contributing makes me feel all the better. I don't want to be one of the authors that abandons their stories. As a reader, I've seen that far too many times and I lost interest in many of them and I gave up waiting. Hopefully, I still have readers that have been with me from day one because I owe you guys a lot. For giving this fanfic a go, a view, a review, a like or a fave, I appreciate it all. I have plans for this story and I want to finish strong. I'm going for all at this point. Life hit me real hard but I'm not about to make excuses. I owe this story a lot and I'll do it justice if its the last thing I do.

Anyways, read on and enjoy :)

I lost count of her breaths. Within every second, I find myself holding my own as if the slightest noise would wake her up. I notice her long lashes, her full lips. Even in the darkness I can still make out her form. Perfect in every aspect.

And that's what makes me sick.

I turn over. There's my best friend, snoring lightly. She never cared much about sleeping with her mouth open. Come to think of it, it quite suits her anyway. Her reckless behavior, ginger locks, fiery as her attitude, it all blends well.

And that's what makes me feel at ease. Knowing my best friend is a balance and not a nuisance as most would judge her to be in my life.

I turn over again, onto my back this time. I look toward the ceiling and begin to wait, wait for nothing and yet hope for something. Anything.

A phone starts to vibrate within the covers. Probably Luka's or Miki's. It goes on and on. I think who can it be. Lily, Mieko, Kaito, Avanna, Luki, Ritsu, Teto, names just pop up in my head and I start to count people I know...Big Al...or should I say little Al as Avanna says...Piko...what kind of name is that, really...Gumi...Dad?

No.

Before I know it, I'm crying. Tears drip down my cheeks. Only when I feel a cold breeze do I really realize that I'm bawling, actually. Silently and painfully. It's hard, keeping it below a whisper, just so Luka and Miki won't hear. They shift, I swallow HARD and hold my breath.

Then I feel Luka wrap her arms around me. Her nose nuzzles into my neck, releasing a deep and slow breath. I panic and rush to wipe away my tears. It's too late though because the next thing I know, she's suddenly hovering over me.

Moonlight peers through the window above us, complimenting her turquoise eyes. They glisten, a hint a pain accompanying their curious state.

"Miku?"

I don't answer her. I can't. Not when I'm feeling so vulnerable. My father's touch remains, his strike still grazing at my skin. All day, I've gotten dealt with altercation. First, my father, then some whores at a club. Yet, it's not the pain that's bothering me. It's the whole effort of what I've had to deal with. All of this, it's all been so exhausting. I care so much and I get so little in return.

It's not fair.

"Miku, what's wrong?"

She touches my cheek and I flinch. That single action is enough. I reach out to her, grasping at her, reaching under her shirt to feel her raw, delicate skin. Something intimate, just so I can breathe again. And then we're kissing in the moonlight. Her lips complimenting mine, engulfing me in a sweet and heated kiss.

I've only felt this a few times from her. Less than two I believe but Luka's become so soft that it makes my heart melt, makes my tears hot. My lips tremble and I crave for more.

All the while, my mind screams. Aching to push her away. She's not good for me. If anything, she can make things worse for me. Right now, later. This isn't fair. It's not but I'm so greedy right now, I just want her love.

That's right, I said it. Her love.

Call me deluded. Maybe I am. Maybe this is just her being horny. Or maybe she's just as desperate as me. But I like this. I like her.

And that's enough for me right now at this very moment.

A/N: Short, I know but I really wanted to continue this badly. I couldn't wait to update any longer but now I can look back and get my ideas rolling and pick up where I left off. Thanks so much for reading! If you have any questions or comments, feel free to reach out to me :) I'll be back soon.