UPDATE 09/12/2017 – You may notice some minor changes, spelling errors, grammar, tense, that kind of thing. I've neatened up six chapters so far and will update the others at a later time.

AN: Hey all! This is just a short introductory chapter - they should be longer in length as we go on.

I just wanted to write some good old MikuxLuka fun, 'cause everyone likes femslash, right? Especially fantasy and femslash. Let me know what you think in reviews!

Disclaimer: I don't own vocaloid or any of its characters. Only this story is mine.

Chapter One – (Luka's POV)

'Mythos is fair, but the women are fairer…' sang the bandit. Gakupo, I thought his name was. His voice carried through the caves. He was considered to be quite good among this rag-tag little group I'd joined, but his songs were rarely to my taste. 'Give 'em some gold and-'

'Shut up,' I said, closing my eyes, 'or I will slit your throat with this dagger.' I only got a huff in reply, though he stopped singing. I knew exactly where that song was going, and it suited me ill in this foul mood.

'Bite me,' Gakupo said, laughing at his own joke, 'Gods know I could use a little action-'

'Do you really wish to finish that sentence?' I growled.

Oh, this was all so demeaning. Once upon a time men like him would have trembled at my feet with such words. A woman like me, Luka Megurine, should have been out conquering this pathetic excuse for an island. It was not as though I had not done it before.

Mirren. Even the name sounded weak, let alone the humans who resided there. Where were my fellow elves, masters of magic? The orcs, with their fine blades and armour? Here these humans were, jack of all trades but masters of none. There was absolutely nothing special about any of them. They still called our land Mythos, for gods sake, rather than its rightful name of Nuriel.

I had been, and I was going to be once more, the rightful master of my home. Just when I got my hands on that sorry excuse for a heroine's neck, felt it snap beneath my grip, that would be when my work was complete. But that drew attention to another problem, which was why I was here in the first place.

Gakupo's little joke had been quite on the nose. I was a vampire lord. An elf and a vampire lord. However, that title had recently been made redundant by the sweet heroine of Nuriel, Gumi. Whatever power she called forth that day ruined me, so I was forced to seek cover in this weak group of bandits away from my homeland. It was going to take every ounce of strength I possessed to climb my way back up to the throne.

But as for now…

'There once was a girl, from old Morvane, who-'

It did not take long to silence him when my fist met his face. Truly, these bandits were a pathetic lot, and I was surprised they had not torn themselves apart from the inside sooner. At least when I arrived it appeared to spice things up a little. We had raided the next town over, Willow Vale, to begin with. However, it was not long until these raids fizzled out, since the town guards were much more prepared, and the risks outweighed the gains. And this small obstacle just seemed to stop these measly bandits in their tracks. Where was the violence, the murder these people had a reputation for? It soon dawned on me that I seemed to have picked the only group with morals and scruples. Damn my luck, the gods weren't watching over me lately.

In any case, it seemed like today would pass by rather peacefully…

Which, of course, meant that one of our group had to sound the alarm. At last, it was time to get my hands dirty. I pushed past everyone to get the first glimpse of our attackers at the front of the cave. Or just the one attacker, it seemed. Still, that did not stop the rest of the bandits hanging back to let me deal with the problem. Milk-drinkers.

The girl easily dispatched our watchman as he called for help, slicing his throat with a sword quickly and efficiently. She even managed to avoid getting blood on herself, though a little splattered on to her hair, bright teal twin-tails. She looked upwards, straight at me, and her eyes widened as she took in my attire. Unlike the bandits, I was not clothed in furs but a dress I had saved for myself when I left Nuriel. The thing was ragged and tattered by this point, but I held on to it anyway. Such beauty could not be dismissed so easily, a rather stereotypical penchant amongst us elves.

'You,' the girl said, pointing to me with her shield arm, 'are you a prisoner?'

Ah, now this was interesting. If I said yes, I wondered what the others would do. Maybe they thought it was part of a sick little plan I had thought up. I had plenty of those when we were out plundering. The girl had a sword and I only had my stolen dagger. Well-crafted as it was, it would not go up against her heavy steel armour, unless I could get to that weak spot by her neck.

I could also use this as a chance to get out of these wretched caves. The girl seemed capable enough, especially considering these cowards. They didn't even seem to grasp the concept of strength in numbers.

'Yes, these brigands have been keeping me prisoner! Rescue me!' It was best to play this sort of thing up, heroines at heart could not seem to pass it up. And, of course, the girl's eyes lit up with a fierce fire.

'Of course, my lady. It'll be my pleasure.' She stepped forward, sword at the ready, and charged at the bandits. Once they realised I was going to do nothing, most of them screamed, and ran off into the caves. All except Gakupo, who stood frozen, trying his best to find a speck of courage he did not possess.

He swung his sword, leaving himself wide open against the girl's charge, whimpering slightly as she… went straight past him.

'What are you doing? He's right there!' I said, a frown crossing my face. The girl stopped, and looked at Gakupo. He was frozen to the spot, and I would not be surprised if the man had soiled himself. We never did do much in the way of combat in Willow Vale, now that I thought about it. We were more akin the thieves than real bandits.

'I know, my lady, but… Look at him. I can't kill him,' the girl said, giving him a once-over, nose crinkling up with distaste. Gakupo shivered again.

'But he's my kidnapper. If you will not kill him, then it falls to me,' I said. Her eyes widened again in response, and she clutched her sword.

'I can't let you bloody your hands, my lady. It's not right.' She looked at the purple haired man once more, but her resolve did not appear to strengthen. Oh well, it seemed "my lady" had to do the deed after all. Not that I minded, but I would have to mask my enjoyment if I was to do this. I grasped my dagger, and the girl gently pried the sword from Gakupo's hand as he whimpers. Oh, this was priceless. It really would be hard not to laugh. Of course, I could have had her deal with the rest of the bandits. I did have to pay him back for all the dratted singing. I smoothed my expression into one of nervousness.

'I would not like you to watch. I believe this is something one must do by themselves,' I said, and thankfully the girl nodded.

'I'll deal with the rest,' she said simply, before heading down into the caves. Once I heard the clash of metal upon metal, I turned to Gakupo.

It was difficult to keep the blood from getting on me, but I thought I did quite well, considering I had to keep a hand over his mouth. The girl couldn't know, after all.

When she came back, bloodied and sweaty, I had already taken great care in hiding the body underneath a pile of hay that served as a bed, but now served as a pitiful grave for a pitiful bandit. The girl put a hand on my shoulder, and I had to resist the urge to cut it off. I just stepped aside, instead.

'My name is Miku, by the way. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. It was rude of me.' She bowed her head slightly and I nodded in acknowledgement. I wondered for a moment if I should have said my own name, but realised that a girl like her probably would not have known of me. I got a twinge of annoyance from that, but did not let it show.

'Luka. It is a pleasure to meet you formally,' I said. She beamed at me, a big, sunny grin. I sighed and wondered whether this one would be just as insufferable as the bandits.

Once we were out of the caves, Miku took in my stature fully. I was much taller than her, and out in the light my skin seemed to quail under the sunlight, pale though it was. I could already feel what little strength I still had diminishing under the brutal rays.

'Y-you're an elf! A real, live elf!' Miku shouted as she sheathed her sword, 'I knew you were different than a normal prisoner,' she finished proudly, chin up. I had a feeling she was just saying that to impress me. I decided against telling her I was a vampire, that would be far too much trouble than it was worth.

'Yes, from Nuriel,' I said. She looked blank. 'From Mythos.' Then her face lit up once more. Out of all the humans I had met thus far, this one was by far the easiest to read. She wore her heart on her sleeve. She couldn't have been much of an experienced warrior. 'I have a quest for you, human,' I asked.

She bit her lip as she considered it. Anyone would be a fool to take a quest from someone they didn't even know. Especially when that someone was "rescued" from bandits.

'I accept your quest!'

Well, that figured things then. I was going to be accepting the help of someone who had left their brains out to pasture. Miku didn't even know what the quest was. I said so, and she just shrugged in reply.

'I'm supposed to accept stuff like that,' she replied dutifully, 'since I'm an adventurer now. Being an adventurer and not accepting quests kind of defeats the point a little.'

An adventurer, a true adventurer… It had been a long time since I had encountered one of those. Maybe the gods were looking over me after all, even if this girl seemed a little dim-witted, she was capable with her sword and shield, and that was what mattered. For now, at least.

'Alright then. My quest for you, Miku, is to get me back to Nuriel.' Her mouth dropped open and I could not help but laugh. But to my surprise, she accepted.

'Then,' Miku said, 'I guess we're going to Mythos.'