One-Shots of Vocaloid :D

Miku x Luka

A/N: Even I surprised myself with my timing. Please do start requesting soon before I end up making this an entire Yukaia book. I should actually start doing yaoi now but I'm not sure yet what specific ship I'm going to do. Maybe they'll be some kind of crackpot thing with vocaloid memes but whatever

Dull aches permeate throughout Miku's body after seven hours of remaining seated on a goddamned flight to Europe. Eight more hours, she tells herself. Yeah, right. Oh god, she should have brought SOMETHING to do. She should have accounted for the case of if she really didn't manage to sleep for most of the flight.

She groans and pulls out her book. May as well write some new lyric ideas or something. But what to write about, she wonders.

Everyone's sort of, well, staring - doing nothing.

"Excuse me, miss."

"Hm?" Miku tilts her head up at the... Wait, what the hell? That's a flight attendant? Holy shit she's too hot to be a flight attendant. But she's wearing the uniform.

"Hello? Miss?"

"I'm sorry, what?"

The woman titters behind back of her hand and sweeps back her pastel pink hair. "I was only wondering if you were Hatsune Miku?"

Oh shit she knows Miku's name. Well, duh, it shouldn't be too surprising considering how easily she can be picked out of a crowd even with other celebrities.

"Yes, I am." Come on, Miku chides herself, pull your shit together and stop grinning like a fool.

"So I was right!" whispers the attendant with a righteous grin. However, her excitement is swiftly replaced with professionalism. "My apologies for bothering you."

"Right about what?" Miku innocently inquires. Her head tilts just slightly and her lips curl up, a move she had long trained herself to master. She glances to the golden tag on the attendant's uniform and adds, "Megurine Luka?"

Luka coughs into the back of her hand. "Um.. What? What are you talking about?"

Oh? "What do you think I'm talking about?"

"Ahh...." Glancing feverishly about, Luka crumbles under Miku's questioning stare. Then the opportunity strikes her. "I was right about the name of the woman I'm going to be dating by the end of this flight."

Now THAT sent a shock through Miku's system. Even so, she manages to fight down the majority of it besides the oncoming blush.

"Well, aren't you a flatterer. Keep it up and maybe you'll even have my number on top of my heart."

Luka blinks, dumbfounded. Only for a moment, however, before she glows brighter than the sun glaring through the windows and nods.

"I'm happy to be of service."