a/n: It’s my official oneshot collection-ings. Um. I feel that this song deserves more fanfiction. I used to hate this pairing, but now I love it. Huh. And I like yaoi more than yuri, but…yuri likes me more than yaoi…D: Sorry about this one.

Just Be Friends

Tapping her fingers on the rain-streaked glass, Miku stared out of the window, watching the cars pass, spraying water as they zipped down the road without pausing, looking more like shining blurs than anything else to Miku. No car looked like it was about to stop, and Miku bit her lip nervously, wondering if Luka was ever going to show up.

Megurine Luka had given her her first-ever singing lesson. Miku smiled at the memory—of course, it hadn’t been her first time singing, but she had been so confused as Luka taught her how to read music, asking why the circles had tails, and how to write a g-clef, like a beginner. Luka had laughed, and taught her patiently, walking her through everything, gently starting off with easy songs, and slowly getting harder, until Miku could read and sing just about anything.

Luka had also given her her first original song—something that Miku had written the lyrics for, and Luka had composed the music for. They had debated over several different lyrics—“Butterfly”, “Forbidden”, and all variations, but in the end, they had decided on Magnet.

It had been so much fun, learning from the beautiful, regal, woman, but Miku had been so excited, she had lost herself, and forgotten that she was there to learn, and not to…well, love. It hadn’t gone farther than a small crush for a while…until, one day, she had convinced herself to tell Luka. Her mouth had dropped open in shock when the pink-haired singer had accepted.

She had expected Luka to turn her down gently, give excuses about teacher and student, be mature about the whole thing—and her world spun and crashed when she realized that Luka had really accepted.

It didn’t mean her feelings weren’t real, of course. But maybe it was kind of a beginning of the end. Her smile rueful now, Miku continued watching the cars zip by. It was a busy road at this time of night, although usually, it was as silent as the dead—maybe that was why Luka was late.

She laughed at herself, making excuses. “A slender flame burns at the edge of my heart, Without warning, it spreads into a burning passion, My butterfly, flitting around it chaotically, Scales dropping into your hand,” Miku remembered the lyrics, and laughed again, bitterly, this time, at herself.

This love was nothing like the one she had fantasized about while writing those lyrics. This love had so much more pain.

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Luka sat in her car, staring as the rain washed over her windshield, her Blackberry in one hand, the other on the car’s radio, turning the music up louder and louder—a catchy song that one of her students had sang, called “Daughter of Evil”. Smiling lightly, she remembered Kagamine Rin’s giggly laugh as she wrote out the lyrics with a barely-steady hand.

But she wasn’t supposed to be thinking about Rin right now. She was supposed to be thinking about Miku—her girlfriend, her love for God’s sake. But if she really “loved” Miku, then…why was she sitting in a car, listening to music, when she knew she was late. She sighed deeply, the finger hovering over the radio dials forcefully pressing the “off” button as she leaned back, her hands covering her face as she fought to think clearly.

She loved Miku. But what she was doing, it was like she hated her or something. It hadn’t been on impulse that she had replied to the green-haired girl’s confession; it was the truth, but her body continued to betray her heart, stopping her from going to Miku, telling her the truth—continuing to say “no” when she really meant “yes”.

She hit her head gently on the steering well—not enough to really hurt—and leaned there.

She was such an idiot. Such. An. Idiot. Her hands reached to grasp the steering wheel, and she straightened, staring straight ahead as she put the car into drive, turned on the windshield-wipers, and pressed the gas with one high-heeled shoe.

She prayed she would make it in time.

She’d never turn you away. the reasonable part of Luka argued, but her illogical side wasn’t so sure. Miku could easily turn her away, refuse to speak to her. She probably would have already done the same, if she were in Miku’s position.

Fear leapt in her stomach as she pressed on the gas, speeding toward Miku’s house.

Forgive me…

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“M—Miku?” yawned a voice from upstairs, and Miku turned, seeing a pair of feet gently ascending the stairwell, bringing forth the face of Miku’s eight year-old brother, Mikuo, in his pajamas, his eyes half-closed. “What’re you doing up?” he asked.

“I could ask the same thing,” Miku shot her brother an amused look, which he didn’t catch, as he opened his mouth in another yawn. “It’s about midnight—you should get to bed,”

Mikuo shook his head. “M’hungry,” he muttered. “Make me som’thing,” his sleep-slurred words tumbled out; it was clear that he was still half-asleep.

The sixteen year-old laughed. “What do you want?” she asked.

“Toast,”

“Toast with what?” she asked patiently, knowing that Mikuo would spout his favorite topping, and already heading to the kitchen.

“Cinnamon,” the boy replied, yawning again.

She passed through the dark house, around the door leading downstairs, and heading through the doorway, into the kitchen, flicking on the light as Mikuo trailed after, collapsing in the kitchen table’s chair, and blinking sleepily in the bright light.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go back to sleep?” Miku offered, pulling out a loaf of bread, some butter and a small container of Mikuo’s favorite cinnamon and sugar.

Mikuo shook his head. “I wanna stay up w’you,” he insisted. “And I want some food,”

His older sister laughed again. “You just want me to make this for you,” she gestured to the bread smothered in butter and cinnamon, toasting in the toaster oven.

“Mhm—hey, Miku?”

“Yeah?” she replied, expecting a question like, ‘can Len come over next week?’ or something silly and Mikuo-ish.

“Why’re you still up?” he asked instead, abruptly wide-awake as he waited for an answer.

Miku smiled half-heartedly as she removed the toast from the oven, grabbing a plate to drop it on and handing it to her younger brother. “I’m waiting for someone,” she explained.

“Oh,” he bit into the cinnamon toast, chewing thoughtfully before asking, “So, is it kind of like when I wait for Akaito at the bus, but he never comes, so I have to get on the bus by myself?”

Miku smiled. “Not exactly…” Except there’s no bus for me to get on…”But kind of,”

Mikuo nodded sagely, and took another bite into his toast as Miku turned to pour him some milk—knowing what he would want in a few seconds.

He cleared the plate in several minutes, practically asleep as he finished the remainder of his milk, and Miku smiled as he got to his feet, then stumbled, almost drunkenly. She caught him before he fell, and hefted him up, carrying him as if he was a small child, his arms curling automatically around her neck, his legs around her waist.

“You’re heavier than you look,” she muttered, carefully half-staggering toward the staircase, wondering if she could make it all the way upstairs.

Even in his half-asleep state, he managed to reply, “Bet’chyou are too,”

She laughed a little, hefting him higher into her arms as she made her way up the stairs, thanking God that Mikuo’s room was first on the right, and the door was open. Making her way through the opening, she gently lay her brother on the bed, bringing the starry-blue blankets over him, and tucking him in before brushing his bangs lightly to the side.

“G’night, Mikuo,”

“Mmm…Miku?” he murmured groggily.

She smiled. “Yeah?”

“Don’t wait too long, ‘kay? They might not come…Gotta get on the bus before it leaves…” he muttered, obviously drifting toward sleep. Miku smiled again, leaning down as she kissed his forehead and slipped out of the room, toward her own bedroom instead of downstairs.

Mikuo was right. And she was sick of waiting.

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The lights in the house were all off—she should have expected it. She was too late. She always was. Silently cursing herself, she made it back toward her own home, dreading her roommates crazy antics and drunken clumsiness, and wishing she had someone to talk to as she drove speedily toward her home.

Humming a light tune, in a lame attempt to cheer herself up, she pulled up to the curb in front of the house, stepping quietly into the night and quickly walking to the door, turning the key and heading inside.

As she expected, Meiko was passed out on the couch, probably from hanging out with Haku out at some bar. She was muttering something about eating plastic, while Haku occupied the remaining couch space, a laptop in her lap, the TV blaring before her about some new offer, complete with free toothpicks.

“You’re still up?” Luka had expected as much, and Haku shrugged in reply—clearly, she’d been drinking too. “You should head to bed,”

“’Kay,” Haku closed the laptop and turned off the TV, evidently too exhausted to argue as she tromped toward the back of the house, where her bedroom was.

Luka hauled a blanket over Meiko and followed suit, heading to her own bed, where she was hoping for a dream-free sleep, free of Mikus were tired of waiting and Lukas who were too cowardly to show their real feelings.

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a/n: EPIC FAIL. D: