"So you grip the instrument like this."

Megurine Luka.

"Try not to exert too much pressure."

Soft hands.

"Find a comfortable grip."

Really soft.

"Hatsune-sensei… I think your palms are perspiring too much."

Shit.

Abort.

ABORT.

ABORT!

The moment the word had repeated itself three times in the tealette's head. Her body involuntarily carried out the command it gave. Abort.

A flash of teal scurried across the apartment, out of the jarred door and her existence gone in the building.

The pinkette froze. The morbidly bright rays of light casting down on her hourglass frame. Her teacher just vanished, again. She let out a disappointed sigh as she stretched her sore body. They had been going at this for the past few hours and it has been umpteenth time the girl has sprinted out of her sight.

Frankly, she wanted to handcuff the artist to her wrist and just destroy the key until they have finished their lesson where she would then magically summon the key to existence.

Somehow, she felt that that would make matters worse. She could definitely imagine a scene where she would be dragged across the neighbourhood by the tealette.

Rising from her welly-padded chair, she let out a yawn before heading for the kitchen. Being in the same position for hours was starting to take its toll on her as her stomach growled aggressively. A few specks of pink emerged on her cheeks. She gingerly left for the kitchen, actually glad that the girl was not present at this moment.

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaa…" Miku panted as she kneeled onto the floor, her hand shaking and all wobbly from the intense escape mission just now. She leaned against the freshly painted wall, trying to absorb any life energy from it in order to replenish her own. Sadly, it was not working well.

"Miku…" The blonde started, "You know that the wall has a fresh new coat of paint right?"

Obtaining no response, the twins stared at the girl, her chest no longer heaving and her pupils still.

Inhaling deeply, the only sound that could be heard was a girl's cry dripping with sorrow, "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-"

The cool condensed droplets of water manoeuvred its way cleverly from the hard plastic surface onto the smooth tantalizing lips. The sound of clear gulps echoed in the apartment. The lips curled. A few playful beads of perspiration slithered its way down the succulent white flesh, coating a seductive layer of perspiration over it, shining magnificently. A satisfied whimper emerged from her throat. She placed the beverage onto the spotless glass table gently, a soft clunk following it. Luscious thighs clasped together as her legs crossed elegantly, her fingers gliding on the white polished leather sofa for the remote control.

The cheerful chatter played as the appliance was switched on, a mellifluous laughter accompanying it.

Thud.

The tealette who returned home passed out on the snowy white marble floor.

Dear God, if this is a prank, please play it on me forever.

And thank you. You are the best.

Bright rays of light attacked her slumber.

She blinked a few times, to see an endless sea of blue presenting itself before her. Her fingers caressed the silky fur rug as mint fresh air sneaked into her system.

Most importantly, a pink goddess was smiling ever so warmly at her.

"Luka…" Miku called out hesitantly.

"Yes?" She replied sweetly.

"I'm a dick, aren't I?" She breathed out.

"Yes." The girl confirmed.

"So… I'm going to try to make it up to you. I will try to not dash off but you need to give me time to adapt to your… presence." The tealette suggested as she nodded her head in approval of her genius her solution was.

"I am fine with that. However, how do you adapt to my presence if I may inquire?" Luka questioned as her lips pursed in confusion.

"Well-"

"YOU TWO GO ON A DATE." A loud imposing voice interrupted as a blonde jumped into the room and hugged the two of them.

The suggestion bounced about in Miku's brain before she fully registered the meaning of it.

"Wait. What."

I finally updated but it's short.

I updated. I UPDATED. Wow go me.