One-Shots of Vocaloid :D

Luka x IA

A/N: They're very confusing within fanarts since a lot of people mistake IA's hair color from a white streaked with pink to full-blown Luka pastel pink. But that's off-topic and all I want to say is: This may not be my OTP BUT I can put down my pride and say it's a cute pairing

IA is hardly the type to let herself be fazed by words, let alone words given by people such as Megurine Luka. Even now she frowns deeply at the cheesy pick-up lines being thrown her way.

"Are you copper and tellurium? 'Cause you're cute," purrs the upperclassman. Surely someone out there realizes that lines like that will never get anyone a fulfilling lover? Maybe IA is better off counting her blessings than praying for the impossible.

"Please focus your attention on the task at hand, senpai," IA sighs. Lifting her glasses into her head, the first-year reaches for the vial of boiling chemicals and switches off the burner. "About...hm.."

Luka groans but still records whatever information spews out of IA's mouth onto their assignment paper. It's a good thing she at least takes her grade seriously. If not, IA would've probably just taken over the whole lab. That... Well, it certainly wouldn't have been pleasant for either party. Luka's presence is soothing. And distracting. But soothing.

"Really? And here I thought you hated me," huffs said presence with clear pride on her face.

"Of course not." IA clears her throat, attempting to keep out the shock in her voice. "Why would I? You haven't done anything to warrant that."

"Well, isn't that sweet of you."

"I am holding a boiling hot vial of acidic chemicals capable of burning you permanently and I am not afraid to make an accident of your injury."

"Alright! Alright! Stopping now!" Luka lays her head on her hand as she observes IA preparing the next test vial then offhandedly mutters, "If not hate, then what do you feel about me?"

"Hm.. It's neither hate nor love. Dislike nor like." IA pauses in her work to ponder the question. "An acquaintance perhaps? What of you?"

"Me?" The look on Luka's face is of pure bewilderment, enough to spread the feeling to IA even. "Shouldn't that be obvious?"

"No?"

"Ah.." Luka nods slowly and replies, "It's neither hate nor dislike. Maybe not even like. Would you fill that blank in for me?"