MikuXLuka

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Miku POV:

Luka had laid me down on my bed. She forced me to stay put And kept fusing over 'how sick I was.' I felt fine, other than being embarrassed like that. She had one hand moving while she talked while the other had played with one of my long turquoise pigtails. Wait? Is she playing with my hair and not even noticing it?

"Miku, you should tell me when your sick or not feeling well." Luka had sniffled, she was clearly upset over something.

"Luka, I'm fine. I was just caught off guard earlier." I explained trying to get up again. Luka had placed a hand over my shoulder and softly shoved me back on the bed. The taller girl was controlling me, making sure I wasn't going to move.

"Miku if you keep behaving this way, I won't leave you alone. " Luka had pouted. She's being stubborn as a bull.

"Luka I can take care of myself." I stated boldly. Shoving her hand off of me and sat up. I glared into her eyes. She did nothing but stare at me for a few moments, then looking down at herself. She walked away from me and sat down in the desk. Notes were shoved aside so she could prop herself on the surface. Her whole aura had changed again. She does this every time we get really close to each other, she acts like she cares one moment then doesn't care at all. "What's wrong?" I had asked her. Shifting off my bed and paced over to behind her, resting a hand on her shoulder.

"Nothing."

"Whatever," I said flatly. I took my hand away. Looking away from the back of her head and stared at a blank wall. I could hear the chair shift under her weight, she was clearly thinking something over.

"So... ah Miku?" Luka called, finally lighting up.

"Yea?"

"You got a boyfriend?" Luka asked. After she asked she apologized, and rambled on. "Sorry for asking its just I thought you would since your pretty and um ah, like never mind." She was getting flustered. I let out a giggle.

"No Luka, I don't really like guys anymore. Kind of haven't had a good past with them." I tensed for a moment. Wait did I just tell her I'm gay? No, no, no.

"Wow really Miku? Sorry that you had bad experiences. Though I guess we are similar." Luka had let out a soft laugh, playing with a few pieces of hair.

"I thought you had a boyfriend, because you look a supermodel and make any one stop in their tracks to look at you." I talked without thinking. Realizing what I just said, I turned red. "Forget what I just said, I wasn't thinking." I quickly went back to my bed and sat down, playing with the flaps of my skirt. I heard Luka shift off the chair and heard her walk. I hope to god she doesn't hate me. A hand had slipped under my chin, making me look up.

"Miku, you know your cute" Luka says in a low whisper. It sent shivers down my spine. Her hand had stayed there under my chin, her other hand had cupped my cheek. She had gotten closer to me, our faces just a few inches away.

"Luka..." I say her name in a hush voice. She pressed her forehead against mine, bringing us closer.

"Yes?"

My face was getting hot, I was letting her take the lead and I was enjoying her touch. It felt like sparks with every touch. "I... I- " I kept fumbling with my words, not sure of what to say.

"Shut up Miku, you being too damn cute." Luka had smirked, her one hand had let go of my cheek and tangled her fingers in with mine. She slowly pressed her lips on mine. She kisses me, making me feel alive. Kissing her back softly, unsure of what to do. I've never kissed a girl before, well not like Luka. She pulled away from me, her lips were In a smile. "strawberry."

"What?"

"You taste like strawberries." She had laid me back on the bed. She shifted to my right holding me close to her. I felt this was were I belonged. Safe in her arms. Luka had looked at me, smiled and combed her fingers through some of my hair. "Sorry for just kissing you like that, I couldn't hold back anymore. I've wanted to kiss and hold you like this for so long." She says, sounds pleased with herself but yet, disappointed.

I had giggled, turning over to her. I was laying almost on top of her, my head resting on her chest. "It's fine, I liked it."

She smirked, taking a hand and brushed my bangs out of my face. "Good. I plan to make sure your mine, and only mine." She says.

"Why do you want me?" I was curious. I'm an average girl, well kind of childish at times. Though there was nothing special about me.

"Wait you don't remember?"

"Remember what?"

"Nothing." She says looking away. "It doesn't matter, I have made you mine. That's all that matters now."

I had laughed, laying my head down on her. My arms were resting on her shoulders. "What makes you say I'm yours now? Kissing can mean nothing."

"Well Miku, good question. I have you wrapped around my little finger. I know how you think, your too naive. Also what I want, I'll get. Miku, my princess your my only want right now."

I blushed and pushed off of her. "I'm not naive." I rolled across the bed and laid near my pillows away from her.

"Well have to see about that, now won't we?" She says, getting closer. Her face had appeared in front of mine. Smirking.