Hey everyone! Here is yet another Miku/Luka fic from me. I, uh, I swear I can write other pairings too! Really! Anyways, I decided to give writing a club hookup fic a shot for Femslash Day, except, it ended up not being a club hookup fic at all. I'm aware that Nuclear Eggs also wrote one - I hope mine is different enough from his/her's to avoid confusion. Hope you enjoy!

The bass was low and thumping, the club was dark, and Luka was bored. Her days were always the same - wake up sometime in the morning, go to school, go home, read a book (not that Luka would ever admit to reading anything to her friends, she had a reputation to keep), and do whatever she wanted.

Most of the time she ended up back here, in Club World's End, because there were, well, there were people to hang out with, music to dance to, shots to take, always something to do to keep herself occupied. A quick jaunt down to the club was usually enough to make Luka feel on top of the world. With all these people telling her how great she was, how could she not be great?

After all, she was Megurine Luka, heiress of Club World's End, surrounded by sound, rich and popular and wanted. Ever since she could remember, there were the reverberating walls, the pounding beats, the flashing lights, the endless drinks, the horde of people flocking around her, everything she ever wanted at her fingertips.

Still, none of that fixed her boredom right now. Even Luka got tired of the same endless routine, the same rhythms and melodies. She sipped her drink and glanced around, casting about the club for something interesting, when she saw her.

There she was on the lower level, a nervous-looking girl getting dragged in by her friends, an overenthusiastic-looking pair of twins. They didn't look familiar, Luka had never seen them before, so she figured that they were new. Still, the girl caught her eye.

For one, Luka could see, even from this distance, her teal hair, almost neon in the flashing lights of the club. For two, she looked horribly out of place. Her posture was closed, shy. Her clothes were plain daytime ones - hoodie, white sneakers - unsuited for a night out. The twins, on the other hand, were dressed trendily; clearly, they were the ones who were interested in actually clubbing.

Luka felt her lips pull up in a smirk. She leaned over to whoever was sitting closest to her, she didn't really care, and whispered in their ear. "Check out that girl." Luka gestured with her drink, ice-cubes clinking in the glass as she did.

"Who?" the person - Gakupo, as it turned out - turned to look at the girl, and he arched an eyebrow before letting out a brief laugh and shaking his head. "Looks like a nerd. How the hell did she get in?"

"I know, right?" Luka took another sip from her glass, eyes trained on the girl. Her friends were apparently trying to cajole her into something, and the girl was shaking her head frantically.

"You should talk to her," said Gakupo.

Luka laughed. "What, me?"

"Sure," said Gakupo with a shrug. "Why not, right? You're Megurine Luka." He said the name as though it was an esteemed title, and Luka mulled it over. Talk to her? Why not? She might as well, right? She was bored, with nothing else to do, and the girl didn't look bad from this distance...her looks were probably how she managed to get into the club, despite her overly casual clothing. Luka could already see the night's events play out in her head, a repetition of many nights before. This girl might put up a token resistance, but really, no one could resist Luka for long. Especially not after they found out who she was; after that, they usually start to throw themselves all over her.

"Sure," Luka echoed. "Why not." With a grunt she got up from her seat on the couch, placing her drink down on the table before walking down the stairs from the second level to the dance floor. Her eyes were trained on the new girl, who was currently engaged in arguing about something with her friends. Luka casually walked up to them. Her mind was already on autopilot. This would be easy.

"Hey," Luka said, grinning. "I haven't seen you three around here before. I'm Megurine Luka."

At that, the twins' eyes widened and they immediately broke off their argument with the teal-haired girl, turning towards Luka. Obviously they recognized the name, though, the teal-haired girl only looked confused by their reactions.

"You're Megurine Luka?" the boy twin said, his eyes wide as he gaped at her. "I...yeah, we're new. I'm, uh, Kagamine Len."

"I'm Rin!" said the girl twin. Her face was faintly flushed with excitement - she seemed as though she was on a sort of club high, her feet tapping in time with the beat. She turned towards the teal-haired girl and tugged her sleeve. "Introduce yourself, Miku!"

The teal-haired girl - Miku - stared at Rin before looking at Luka. Luka's breath caught. At this distance, the girl was beautiful, her skin soft and pale, her eyes large in the darkened club, strobe lights casting colored shadows on her face. That, coupled with her long twintails and plain outfit, made her look strangely innocent in the debauched realm of World's End.

"Hi..." said Miku, softly, so softly Luka had to strain to hear her over the pounding backbeat. "I'm Hatsune Miku."

"Hatsune Miku," Luka repeated, to make sure she got it, letting the name roll around her mouth. It was easy to say, simple to remember. "It's very nice to meet you...three. Care for some drinks?" Luka could already sense the people gathering, glancing at the heiress of the club and the three she was talking to. The rumor mill was beginning to crank and churn, though the three here seemed oblivious.

"Uh," Miku said, "we can't drink. We're underage."

Rin groaned. "Miku!"

Luka laughed. "So am I, but no one cares." That wasn't entirely true - the club cared, but Luka was the perennial exception as the owner's daughter. "Come on," she added, grinning. "It's Club World's End."

Before Miku could protest further, her friends were already enthusiastically agreeing, and from then on it was a simple matter of ordering them drinks. Since they all seemed to be the inexperienced type, Miku especially, Luka figured that a rum and coke would be inoffensive enough. Now, what she needed to do was to get Miku alone.

Miku sipped at her drink as though it was some kind of unpleasant medicine. Luka glanced at her from the side. Miku's hoodie was so baggy Luka could barely make out her figure.

"So," said Luka, "what's the occasion?"

"Vacation!" Rin shouted over the noise. "We're from Okina."

"Oh, Okina," Luka said, not recognizing the name at all, but nodding anyways.

"It's two hours away by bus," said Len.

Right. Whatever, like Megurine Luka could be assed to know the name of every town near the city. "Are you three going to dance?"

"Of course!" said Rin, obviously shocked by the very idea of not dancing. She then turned towards Miku. "Miku, come on! You dance too! We didn't drag you out here just so that you can sit and be a...be a lump at the bar!"

That was her cue. Luka smiled. "Don't worry," she said. "I'll make sure she dances."

Rin's eyes widened in surprise for a brief moment before she started to grin at Miku. "Wow, Miku! I'm impressed. Who knew you had it in you? We'll leave her to you then, Luka." She then turned towards Len. "Come on, Len!"

Len glanced at Luka, and then at Miku. "Um...are you sure, Rin?"

Rin rolled her eyes. "Of course I'm sure!" With that, she grabbed Len by his wrist and practically dragged him off the chair. Miku and Luka watched them leave for a moment, and then Luka turned towards Miku, opening her mouth to say something, but Miku beat her to it.

"I don't dance," said Miku. She stared down at the backlit bartop. "Just so you know. I'm awful at it." She laughed, her voice nearly drowned by snaking bass and libidinous vocals.

"Don't be silly," said Luka. "I bet you're great at dancing. Just give it a try." Despite her words and her interested posture - body turned towards Miku, slightly leaning forward - Luka felt disconnected from the night's events, her words, this routine, rote by now. She introduced herself, the friends left, she got the girl alone, now for the next step. The phrases came out of her mouth automatically. "It's simple. Just move your body to the music."

"I don't know," Miku said. "I'm not really into this kind of thing."

Well, Luka could figure that much herself from Miku's clothes. "You're on vacation. Nothing wrong with cutting loose."

Miku glanced backwards at the mass of gyrating bodies behind her before returning her gaze to the countertop of the bar, her finger drawing invisible patterns. Her eyes were distant, her face lit up by colored lights. "I don't know," she said, again.

Luka's eyes dipped down towards Miku's virtually untouched drink, and she began to say something, but Miku had started talking again.

"I didn't really want to go, to be honest," Miku said. "Rin and Len really wanted to, that's all." There was a brief pause. "Uh...you seem like you come here a lot."

"Of course I do," Luka said. "My dad owns the place."

Miku blinked. "Oh."

"So?" Luka looked over at Miku. "Would you like to dance? Your friends seem like they're enjoying themselves."

Miku shook her head, eyes still distant. "No, that's okay. I don't think I should, I'm not really into this kind of thing," Miku gestured at the club with an all-encompassing gesture, effectively dismissing Luka's entire lifestyle. "But thank you for the offer, and the drink. I think I'll go now."

It took a bit for Miku's words to fully phase into Luka's consciousness, and when they did, it was likes someone tossed cold water at her. Wait, hold up, what? Luka's eyes widened. The rejection was an electric shock, sending Luka out of her autopilot haze, thrusting her mind back fully into the realm of life, back into Club World's End, the driving force of the music beneath her feet, the sheer kinetic energy of the place bouncing around her insides, making her even more disoriented than before. What just happened? There was no way this girl just said that. When Luka began to talk, it was with the energy of someone awoken from a bad dream. What Miku was doing broke all procedure. First, and most importantly, one doesn't say no to Luka, and second, one doesn't just ditch their friends in a club. "Wait, what? What about your friends, Rin and Len?"

"You'll take them home, right? I trust you," said Miku with a hopelessly naive smile, the strobe lights flashing across her face. With one glance Luka could tell that Miku actually did, the idiot. "You seem like you're a nice person." With those words, Miku was wriggling out of Luka's grasp as easily as a fish.

Many words had been used to describe Luka. Nice was not one of them, and the word stung, though why, Luka didn't know. She dropped the act. "What? Nice? Me? Are you kidding?" Luka laughed. "I'm Megurine Luka. What, did you think I bought you all drinks out of the goodness of my heart?" Miku's innocence seemed so out of place in the club, it ground against Luka's nerves.

Miku laughed as though Luka had said a funny joke, and continued on as though Luka hadn't said anything at all. "We're staying at the Wintermute. It's close, like, two blocks away, so drop Rin and Len off there when they're done."

"Wait," said Luka. "You can't just order me around, I'm-"

"Megurine Luka, I know," Miku interrupted with a smile, and then she was gone, leaving Luka sitting on a barstool, staring, while the club danced and whispered around her.

xxx

"Looks like you got rejected," said some blonde girl - Lily? - with a glee that was bordering on sinister.

"Whatever," said Luka. "I don't care." She took a huge gulp of Miku's abandoned drink. "Can you believe her? She told me to take her friends back to the Wintermute when they were done, like I'm a-"

"Are you going to?" Lily asked, glancing behind her at the crowd.

"Of course not," said Luka. "It's not like I'm their friend."

Lily laughed. "Right, right. You're Megurine Luka. Though, if you want to dance...?" Lily trailed off, the suggestion hanging in the air.

Luka didn't bother to look at her. "Maybe later. I'm not in the mood."

Lily sighed and shrugged. "Suit yourself, then."

Luka didn't watch her leave - her attention was focused solely on her drink. After Miku rejected her, her insides were churning. Even now, Luka could hardly believe it. How could someone, especially a nerd like Miku, reject her? That had never happened before. And this Miku person didn't just reject her, she also saddled Luka, a stranger, with the responsibility of looking after her friends, like a total idiot. What kind of girl does that?

Despite herself, Luka glanced back, casting her eyes about for the twins. She couldn't find them. Her eyebrows furrowed and she looked a little more intently, but no matter where she looked, she couldn't find anything. Shit, that was bad. If they weren't on the dance floor, they could only be in a few other places - the bathrooms, the second floor, or hidden away in a darkened corner somewhere. Luka felt an unfamiliar dread in her gut and began to get up before she felt two hands clap themselves on her shoulders. Luka started, and then two grinning, nearly identical faces plopped themselves down beside her. The dread disappeared, replaced by an inexplicable and small sense of relief. Not that Luka would admit to that, or anything.

"Hey Luka," said Len, face flushed from dancing. His hair had fallen into disarray. "Where's Miku?" The guy was speaking a lot more casually than he was before, loosened up by drinks and sound.

"She left," said Luka.

"What?" Rin's eyes widened. Her hair was also mussed, face faintly red. "How could she...did she dance at all?"

"No," said Luka. "She just left."

"Party pooper," Rin muttered. "Can't believe she ditched us."

Some girl had started talking to Len. Luka moved away from him a little. "Yeah."

"What time is it?" Rin asked.

"Still early," Luka said. "It's only one in the morning." She didn't miss Rin's covetous glance at the line of bottles behind the counter, and Luka sighed. "How much did you drink?"

"Just whatever you gave us," said Rin, and then her eyes lit up with excitement. "Hey, hey! Can we do shots?"

"Shots?"

"Yeah, shots!"

Luka raised her eyebrows briefly before turning back to the counter. She picked up her empty glass, stared through it. The club became a kaleidoscope of colors and lights. Miku's trusting face flashed through her mind, and Luka sighed. Even though it's only one in the morning, this night felt like one of the longest in her life.

xxx

The cool night breeze, the sedate darkness of the city in comparison to the bright lights of Club World's End, greeted the three as they left the club. Rin and Len were soused, and they leaned against Luka for support as Luka navigated her way through the streets. Her tolerance was rather high, and she didn't take any shots at all, which helped. She also controlled the amount Len and Rin took, so they weren't too bad off. Half of their drunkenness was, Luka suspected, an act helped along by the energy of clubbing, mixed with tiredness from dancing.

"That was awesome," said Rin, laughing between words. "Thanks, Luka."

Len looked sullen. "I was getting along really well with Gumi," he said, "and then you two dragged me out."

Rin rolled her eyes. "Chill out, Len! There'll be other times. Man, I leave you alone for five seconds and you become some kind of playboy."

"I am," said Len, words indignantly slurred, "not a playboy."

"Oh, yeah, sure. Remember that Spice song you sang last month?"

Len's face went even redder than it was before. "Th-that was-"

"Exactly my point," Rin said, bowling over whatever Len had to say. "See, that's why you...you..." Rin paused and thought. "You..."

Luka was only half-listening to their conversation, and ahead she could see the tall Wintermute Hotel. It was a pretty sleek and modern place, and when they entered, the lobby was a dimly lit, thumping space, the couches low to the ground, the people at the counter well-dressed in suits, all slick lights and sound, the atmosphere eerily similar to the club they had just left. The twins probably insisted on staying here, Luka figured.

"Hey, we're back in a club!" Rin cried. "Luka, you're the best! Are we party-hopping?"

"Rin," said Len, "I think this is our hotel..."

"Your brother's right," said Luka. "What room are you guys in?"

"Uhh, thirtieth floor..." Rin screwed up her face in deep concentration as Luka ushered the twins into an elevator, "room sixteen." Luka pressed the button for the thirtieth floor, and the elevator began to rise. Luka stared down at the clean, backlit floor of the elevator, faint blue light on her heels. Eventually, the elevator slowed at the thirtieth floor, doors opening to reveal a sleek, dark hallway - inconveniently so, Luka could hardly make out what room was what.

Eventually, Luka found and knocked at a door marked 'sixteen'. It opened, a rather sleepy-looking Miku peering out. Her hair was down, and she was dressed in an oversized graphic T-shirt and shorts - her pajamas, Luka guessed.

"I brought your friends," said Luka, rocking on her heels and wondering why she decided to do this.

Miku looked and smiled, opening the door wider. "Hey!" She was holding a book, Luka noticed, and despite herself, she felt a stir of curiosity. What kind of books did Miku read? None of Luka's friends read, and Luka kept her own book-reading habits secret, so actually seeing someone else hold a book was a novelty.

"Hey Miku," Rin said, dragging out the vowels as she walked in, Len closely following after her. "Why'd you leave? Just to read a book? That's so lame. You're so lame."

Miku laughed. "Sorry, Rin. But you two got back! Luka took care of you two, right?" She turned towards Luka, grinning widely. She seemed a lot more comfortable here as opposed to in World's End, her movements looser and freer. Now that the light was better and Miku wasn't wearing that atrocious hoodie, Luka could see that the girl really was beautiful, her legs long, body slim, her fingers delicate and...Luka suddenly realized that she had let a silence stretch from when Miku first asked the question, a silence that was quickly beginning to turn awkward. Luka felt her face heat up and she looked away.

"Yeah, I guess," Luka muttered. She glanced at the book Miku was holding, but all she could see was the back cover. Still, Miku seemed to notice her interest, for she smiled and held the book up.

"I'm reading number9dream," she said. "Have you heard of it?"

Of course Luka had heard of it. In fact, she had a copy of it. Not only that, but she had all of the author's books too. Luka tried to quell the rising excitement in her chest, that jolt of recognition when she saw the cover. It wouldn't do to get excited, to go on and on about how the book plays with imagination and reality. The heiress of Club World's End wasn't the kind of person who would gush about books. In fact, as far as the city was concerned, Megurine Luka wasn't the kind of person who read books at all. However, at the same time, Luka had never really talked with anyone about books before, and what was the harm of talking to Miku about it? She was on vacation, so it wasn't as though they would form any attachments, and it wasn't as though Miku would start become integrated in the social life of the city...right?

"I've...heard of it," said Luka, words slowly dragging themselves out of her mouth. There was long pause, then, quickly, the words rushed out all together: "I have it."

At that, Miku's eyes widened and her smile grew even wider. "Wow! Really? You have it? That's great! No one else I know has even heard of it." Miku quickly brushed some of her hair out of her face, a casual flick that seemed impossibly attractive. "I didn't know you liked to read."

Of course you don't, Luka wanted to say. No one does. But she didn't say that. Instead, she shrugged. "When I have the time I do."

"Wow," said Miku, again. She sounded completely awed by this revelation, to the point where Luka began to feel a little self-conscious. "You didn't seem like the kind of person who would. Uh..." Miku paused and thought a little. "Oh! Have you read Breakfast at Tiffany's?"

"No. Isn't that a movie?"

"Yeah, it's a movie, but it's also a book. You definitely need to read it! Murakami translated it."

"Murakami...Ryu?" Luka asked, uncertainly. She wasn't very up to date on who translated what.

"What?" Miku laughed. "Of course not! The other one did. Come on," Miku opened the door wider. "I'll lend you my copy."

Luka stared at the boundary between room and hallway before staring at Miku. She was suddenly aware of the reversal in their roles.

"Uh," said Luka. "It's kind of late."

To Luka's surprise, disappointment flickered in Miku's eyes. "Oh...right," Miku said with a sheepish smile. "Well, if you don't want to, that's fine. I just thought, um..." Miku trailed off, face faintly red, and her teal eyes glanced down at the floor.

Luka's heart clenched inexplicably, and she took a breath. What the hell was she doing? Why wasn't she leaving? Really, it was what this girl deserved for ditching Club World's End. By now, Luka should have left. In fact, she shouldn't have brought Rin and Len here anyways, they were Miku's responsibility, not Luka's. Come to think of it, Luka shouldn't even have listened to that idiot Gakupo in the first place. Luka prepared herself to refuse.

"Well...I guess it wouldn't hurt," said Luka, to her own surprise.

Miku looked up at Luka, eyes wide. A tentative smile played about her lips. "Really?"

Luka shrugged. "I mean, I should be back now, but it's only two in the morning, whatever. No big deal."

"Right," said Miku with a laugh. "You're Megurine Luka, after all." That said, she stepped aside and let Luka in. Luka stared down at the boundary between inside and outside the room again before she took a breath and went in. Miku closed the door behind her with a soft click before bounding off, Luka following after her as her eyes took in the details of the room. Two beds, a TV, black wood desk, black metal chair, a bathroom to the side, a window with a view of the glittering lights of the city. Rin was lying on the bed, eyes closed, and Len had apparently disappeared into the bathroom or something, because he wasn't anywhere to be seen in the room itself.

"Here it is!" Miku said, and Luka returned her attention to her. The girl was holding a hardcover copy of Breakfast at Tiffany's in her hands. "It's one of my favorite books."

"Really?" said Luka as she took it. It was surprisingly slim.

"Really," Miku smiled. "The prose is so good. It's like...not a sentence is wasted, you know? It's a great character sketch too. Besides, I think it's relevant."

Luka may not have read, or watched, Breakfast at Tiffany's before, but she was familiar enough with the basic story. There was some girl and some guy and they fall in love or something...something like that, at any rate. "Relevant...to what?"

Miku grinned and shrugged. "It's-"

"Miku," Rin groaned from the bed, "stop being such a geek."

Miku frowned at her friend before turning back towards Luka. "Well...just read it and let me know what you think of it. I really want to know!"

Luka raised her eyebrows and glanced down at the book, weighing it in her hand. It really was thin - more of a novella than a novel - so Luka figured that she could read through it quickly enough. "Well, okay. When do you want it back by?"

"Anytime is fine," said Miku, smiling. "Just whenever you're done, give it back."

That was vague. Wasn't Miku on vacation? If she had to leave tomorrow, Luka could hardly be expected to read through the whole thing in a few hours. "When do you go back to Okina?"

"A week," said Miku. "But if takes longer than that for you to finish, you can just send it to me. Actually, I won't be in my hotel room all the time either this week, so you can text me, or..." Miku trailed off, a faint line between her eyebrows. "Oh, you don't have my number." Miku looked back up at Luka. "Hey, I know I just met you, and this is-"

"Just put your number in my phone," said Luka, and Miku grinned sheepishly at her.

xxx

Luka walked home carrying the copy of Breakfast at Tiffany's. Her heart felt strangely full, and she stared at the cover of the book. Luka stopped at a streetlight and carefully opened it, the book's spine cracking. She ran her fingers down creamy white paper and sighed, snapping the book shut.

This was how she spent her Friday night, Luka thought. Getting rejected, watching over the friends of the person who rejected her, and then getting lent a book to top it all off. What a night.

Still, despite all that, Luka felt better than she had in a long while. The night air was crisp and refreshing, and she took a deep breath. For the first time in a long time, Luka found herself looking forward to morning.