Not Lonely

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As my love for Gakupo and Luka is undying, I felt like I should've written a fluffy fanfic in their honour. Bless them (＞人＜;)

Disclaimer : I didn't frickin own Vocaloid in the last story, I still don't frickin own them. Frickin.

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Luka was secretly slapping herself right now.

Out of all people, why did it have to be him?

After an extremely long day of driving, she really had no patience for Gakupo's shenanigans. She was on her way North to go and see her parents, and the only person that lived remotely near there was Gakupo. He lived about halfway between where Luka was and her parents. He had once resided in the Vocaloid Mansion with the others, but was forced to leave once Vy1 Mizki and Vy2 Yuuma were introduced.

Secretly, Luka was kind of sad she wouldn't be seeing him as often as she used to, but, Gakupo called her everyday, so that was pretty much taken care of.

Her eyes caught sight of Gakupo's small cozy-looking home, a sigh escaping her lips. Luka was half-relieved and half-annoyed, but all of those feelings were clouded by her tiredness.

As she got closer and closer to the house, she noticed Gakupo standing outside, grinning like an idiot.

Luka groaned, knowing he would bombard her with questions on her life and her travel.

She pulled up to his driveway, still gripping the steering wheel hard.

Just... deal with him until tomorrow morning. Then you can just leave without anything happening, Luka thought.

She turned to her right to see Gakupo walking over to her car, smiling and tapping on the window.

Luka groaned, knowing he wouldn't leave until she unlocked the doors.

She did so, allowing him to open the car door for her.

"Luka! It's so nice to see your beautiful face again!" Gakupo's eyes twinkled with pure delight, making Luka huff.

"Hi, Gakupo." Luka mumbled.

She squeaked as Gakupo pulled her into an unsuspecting hug, his arms just as gentle as she remembered. Luka pushed him away, though, forcing a hurt look upon Gakupo's face.

"Gakupo, I just want to get my bags inside and rest a little, okay? I'm tired and not really in that great of a mood." Luka stated straightforwardly.

"...If that's what you want, Luka, I'll be happy to go along with it." Gakupo said sincerely.

Of course, Luka just brushed off his kind words and proceeded to push past him with her suitcase.

Gakupo, of course, felt a tinge of neglect in his heart, Luka's natural cold ways were hard on his feelings, after all. But Gakupo followed her inside anyway.

The pinkette examined the inside of Gakupo's home. It was very traditional Japanese, with a futon in the living room and old-fashioned pictures on the wall. The dining room consisted of a very low table and pillows instead of chairs. Luka already knew Gakupo was a samurai and respected the old Japanese way of living, but she didn't know he took it to this extreme.

"When did you get all this stuff, Gakupo?" Luka asked, examining a long katana on the shelf.

"Luka, I don't believe you were in my room that often. I've always had this stuff." Gakupo reminded her.

"Well, I never had any reason too..." Luka said, feeling awkward.

The purple-haired man sighed quietly. Luka was acting... more refined and polite with him then normal. Back in the mansion, he would've been over the moon at her not calling him names and yelling at him, but he knew why she was acting like this.