The sun's morning rays flittered through partially drawn curtains, the intrusive speckles of light dancing across the sparsely decorated room. A lone girl lay dozing atop her bedsheets, still dressed in her casual clothes, her white hoodie drawn up over her head keeping her long pink hair in check. The curtains ruffle gently, as a cool breeze tickles the bare skin of the dozing girl causing her eyes to slowly flutter open, revealing dazzling cerulean orbs.

Luka clumsily fumbled her hand across the bed, her fingers blindly searching for an elusive object lost in the sheets. The feeling of cool glass let her know her search was a success as she picked up her smartphone and stared at the home screen. The display read 11:27 AM.

"Guess I'm not going to school today." She sighed heavily, her lips drawn down into a somber frown. Flopping over onto her back, lifting the hand holding her phone above her head. Swiping her finger across the screen to unlock her phone, Luka immediately glanced at her messaging app.

No new notifications.

The pinkette stared blankly at the main screen for several seconds, the phone's default wallpaper staring mockingly back at her, before letting the phone drop back onto the bed. Luka stared listlessly at the ceiling, her blue eyes unfocused and empty, the sounds of singing birds and neighborhood chatter drowned out by the hollow white noise droning in her mind.

How many days in a row has it been now? Three? Four? Her mother had long given up trying to get her to go to school, many times failing to even convince her to leave her room. For months she'd plead, beg, even demand she go to school, but Luka could just not bring herself go. At most, she would get halfway there and then just sit somewhere nearby until her mother came looking for her after the school reported her absence.

Even days where she did she did manage to make it to school she would just stare into nothingness until it was time to leave. Nowadays her mom just let her be, the last of her patience and persistence having finally run out. In some ways, Luka was both relieved and disappointed by that.

Luka involuntarily gripped onto the bedsheets as her mind was overcome with intrusive thoughts. There was nothing for her at school. Nothing for her in the outside world. No friends to hang out with or talk to. To enjoy the newest drinks at a trendy cafe with, as they talked about the newest bands. No one to share laughs and tears with. No one to love her.

Another cool breeze swirled over her body, tickling her exposed legs that were barely covered by a short pair of black tights, causing her to curl up in a protective ball to help stave off the offending wind and hopefully get some more sleep.

Despite her best efforts to remain in bed her stomach decided to join the fray and let out a series of low, persistent grumbles. Heaving a frustrated sigh, Luka reluctantly lifted herself up into a seated position, her feet dangling off the edge of her bed. Luka didn't really want to eat, but even she knew three days in a row was not a good thing. She pensively stared at the floor, tracing the patterns of scratches and scuff marks on it's weathered surface, before slowly getting to her feet. The pink-haired teen made sure to grab her phone as she did, slipping it into the pocket of her hoodie.

Luka stared at her bedroom door with great apprehension. Through that door existed the real world. A world of pain and disappointment. A world with no protection. No isolation. No comfort. Pulling her hood further over her head, Luka reluctantly opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.

Her bare feet pattered noisily on the hardwood floor as she made her way down the second-floor hallway and down the steps, the chill from her room noticeably absent in the rest of the house. Her blue eyes flickered over the family photo's on display on the wall, her dreary face reflecting on their glass surface. Happy memories lay buried underneath a layer of dust.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Luka nervously peered into the kitchen to find her mom in the midst of cleaning up, surely having already eaten her breakfast if the dirty plate in her hand was any indication.

Lately, her mother had stopped preparing meals for her, not that Luka could really blame her for that. It's hard to prepare a meal every day, not knowing whether the person you made it for will even be there. To get your hopes up every day just to throw the wasted food into the trash. Inhaling a ragged breath, the pinkette shuffled timidly into the kitchen.

"You're finally up." Luka's mother said somewhat bruskly, as she lifted her head from her task of cleaning the dishes to acknowledge the entrance of her daughter. The younger girl nodded shyly, gripping the elbow of her left arm tightly, pressing her right arm protectively into her stomach.

"Y-yes.." Her mother frowned darkly at her daughter's timid stance and apprehensive response. She couldn't understand what happened to the daughter she once knew. This girl before her bore no resemblance to the excitable young girl, who would chat non-stop about anything and everything. The girl before her was a complete stranger, one that found talking to her own mother to be laborious. Sighing heavily, she turned off the sink and started drying her hands, turning fully to face her daughter.

Luka stood nervously in the doorway, keeping her head lowered to avoid her mother's stern gaze, trying to make herself seem as small as possible. The pinkette always feels like she is a disappointment to her mother and tries to limit her interactions with her for that very reason.

It was bad enough for the family when her father left, but also having to deal with a troubled child on top of it all made Luka feel extreme amounts of guilty. She wishes every day she could somehow fix everything. If only she could get better. If only she could talk to her. If only she were gone.

"Well since you are free today could you go to the store and grab some stuff for dinner?" Luka flinched at her mother's words, the disappointment in her voice clearly evident. Blinking rapidly to hold back her tears she gave an almost imperceptible nod. She really didn't want to go outside but she was too afraid to upset her mother even more.

Grabbing a note from the fridge, her mother walked up to her and held it in front of her, waiting for her to take it. Reaching out with trembling hands, she took the offered note and tucked it hastily into her sweater pocket.

"There's some money in my purse. Make sure to keep the receipt." Luka nodded before swiftly turning and practically running to the front door. Her mother looked to the entryway of the kitchen where her daughter had stood moments ago, hearing the rushed slamming of the front door, her face marred with a look of deep sorrow.


The midday sun beat down roughly on the teen girls back, the late spring weather doing a number on the young shut-in. Running a hand over her sweat covered brow the pinkette pulled her hood further over her head, hoping to shut out the world as much as possible. She had trouble enough being out in public let alone in her loungewear and sweating. She silently cursed the convenience store for being located uphill.

Adjusting her ear-buds, Luka pressed shuffle on her phone before sticking it back into her sweater pocket. The opening notes of a poppy love song flowed into her ears, drowning out the white noise in her mind and replacing them with flowery lyrics of happiness and joy. Things she desperately wanted for herself.

Luka sucked in a deep breath of humid air, the trudge uphill and the stifling heat wearing her out immensely. Due to her shut-in lifestyle, spending most of her time in bed and rarely eating, had left Luka severely out of shape. Each laborious step she took drained a little more of her already limited stamina.

The sudden cresting of the hill and the appearance of the gaudy advertising board of the local convenience store would signal her salvation from this hellish trek. Despite the torturous ordeal she just went through, Luka's gait sped up as she awaited the sweet salvation of escaping the dreaded outdoors.

A friendly ding greeted Luka as she stepped over the threshold of the automatic doors and into the florescent-lit building, the refreshing blast of the stores AC chilling her sweat covered body instantly. Deep heaving breaths poured out of her parted lips as she regained her stamina. Pulling down her hood, pink hair frizzing from the static, Luka glanced about the store nervously. The exhausted girl grabbed a nearby shopping basket and quickly ducked into the closest aisle.

Despite the harrowing hike she had to contend with to get there she still wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. Yes, she hated being outside, in the heat and open, but she hated being inside of a public building even more. Even though the store was sparsely populated, most people being at school or work during this time of day, the socially awkward girl still felt horribly exposed.

Luka hurriedly moved from aisle to aisle, grabbing all of the items her mom had put on the list. It was mostly odds and ends of essentials they were running low on, but from the curry packets on the list, Luka was quite sure of what they were having for dinner tonight. While her mother was a good cook, making curry from scratch was just something she could not figure out, despite it being a fairly simple recipe.

Before their father left, and her mental health started deteriorating, Luka was the primary cook in the family. She loved preparing her and her father's meals for the day, all while cooking breakfast for the family. Seeing her parents enjoy her meals, sitting together at the dinner table, sharing stories and laughs. It was something Luka missed every day. Nowadays it was hard to even eat anything at all.

Shaking her head at her pointless reminiscing, Luka dropped the curry packets into her basket and moved on to the next item. Dwelling on the past was not going to bring it back after all. After grabbing the rest of the items, the pink-haired teen made her way to the cash. Unfortunately for her, there was no line. Gulping nervously, Luka approached the smiling cashier.

"Hello! Did you find everything you were looking for?" The cashier, Shiozaki according to her name-tag, asked cheerfully as she carefully rung up the pink-haired girl's items. All Luka could do was nod dumbly in response. The pinkette was not well versed in social situations, usually with longer lines she would have time to rehearse possible answers before it was her turn. But it being the middle of the day, on a weekday no less, meant there was virtually no one in the store to act as a buffer.

Shiozaki continued to ring up her items, taking it all in stride, her smile never wavering as she bagged up her purchases. In a way Luka envied her. She was very pretty, with her long green hair and classically beautiful face, but most of all she envied her positivity. Being able to talk to strangers so casually, not to mention cheerily, was something the socially awkward girl sorely desired. A sharp ding from the cash register tore Luka out of her reverie, as her eyes snapped back into focus.

"That'll be 2145 yen, please." Fumbling in her sweater pockets for the money she borrowed from her mother, Luka's heart dropped when she heard the small metallic clinks and clangs of coins falling onto the floor. In her panic to hastily pick up the dropped coins, her hand got snagged on the contents of her pockets, causing them all to spill out as well.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry." Rapid-fire apologies spilled from Luka's lips, as she kneeled down to pick up the fallen items. Tears of embarrassment started forming in the corner of her eyes, her cheeks burning uncomfortably hot. The pink-haired girl haphazardly pocketed her belongings, just wanting to get the transaction over and done with, so she could go back home and lock herself into her room as soon as possible.

"It's ok, don't worry." Shiozaki spoke calmly as Luka rose back to her feet, the pinkette afraid to make eye contact. She could hear the underlying tone of sympathy in the cashier's voice. It wasn't as degrading as pity, but it hurt nonetheless. To be considered someone you feel bad for, that something is wrong with them.

Dropping two 2000 yen bills into the collection plate, Luka hastily pulled her hood back over her head, just wishing she or the world would disappear. She was too scared to try and search for her headphones, worried she'd end up dropping everything on the floor again like the idiot she was.

"Here you go, 1855 yen is your change." Mumbling a subdued 'thank you', Luka grabbed her change and quickly picked up her plastic bag of groceries. Shiozaki bowed slightly at the waist, her green hair falling over her shoulders. "Please come again and have a nice day."

The embarrassed girl hastily made a beeline for the exit, the tears previously pooling in the corner of her eyes now running freely down her cheeks. Her head was hung low, stray wisps of pink hair falling from out from her hoodie, trying desperately to block out the thoughts in her head. The automatic doors swished open and as soon as Luka stepped across the barrier she collided with a solid object causing her to stumble back in surprise.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" A lilting voice permeated its way into her foggy mind. Luka's brain was screaming at her to keep moving, to get away from the pain and humiliation, but something in that persons pleasant high pitched voice made her stop. Blue eyes peeked out from behind her bangs, her face still covered by her hood. Pale cheeks flushed crimson as she laid eyes on the angelic being that she had run into.

"Are you ok?" Before her stood the prettiest girl she had ever seen, the afternoon sun reflecting off of her body in an ethereal glow. The first thing Luka noticed was the long twin ponytails sticking out from her head, flowing down her body in waves of enchanting teal, the ends of them almost touching the pavement. To be able to maintain such luxurious hair must take much time and effort, but it clearly paid off as it looked to be as soft as silk.

The girl seemed to be only a couple inches shorter than her, the very top of her head being level with her nose. She was dressed in an aquamarine-colored sleeveless crop top which put her trim stomach fully on display. A white pleated skirt ruffled in the summer breeze, a pair of white knee-high socks and cute black shoes completing the outfit.

Luka's mind kept repeating the word 'Adorable!' over and over again the longer she stared at this heavenly creature. Noticing she hadn't responded to her question, Luka quickly nodded her head, tightening her hoodie overhead to try and hide her growing blush. She didn't want to show her tear-streaked face to this beautiful girl.

"Ah, I'm glad." The mystery girl graced her with a dazzling smile, her eyes closed in an expression of pure joy. Luka could feel her heartbeat violently in her chest, a strange flutter settling in her stomach. This girl was causing her body and mind to go haywire.

"Oh that's right I haven't introduced myself." The tealette bounced excitedly in place, her hands clasped excitedly in front of her chest. Striking a playful pose, one eye winking flirtatiously, as her index finger pointed dramatically to the side of her head.

"My name is Hatsune. Hatsune Miku."

A/N: Ah this was so much fun to write! It's very interesting to write such different feeling characters.

This story is based on one of my favorite Vocaloid songs "Interviewer" by Kuwagata-P. Luka's design in the art is extremely adorable in my opinion and I relate deeply to the lyrics. As soon as I heard the song and learned the lyrics I wanted to give Luka the happy ending she deserves. So I decided to write it : D

Thank you to everyone who gave this a chance and I hope to continue it soon.