Luka was dreaming about him again.
His purple, flowing locks. Those playful, glittering eyes. However, as she reached out to stroke his face, he shattered into a million pieces, like the fragments of a shining mirror.
Gakupo? she screamed silently. Gakupo, don't go!
Luka's lower lip trembled, fighting back tears. She hadn't cried since she was a little girl, but this...
As she shut her eyes in despair, the scene changed.
She was on a plane, shouting something at a blue-haired man, her fellow Vocaloid Kaito. He screamed back at her, waving an ice cream spoon. Luka lobbed a fish at him and stormed back to her seat. She heard as satisfying thwack as the fish hit its target. She heard Kaito walk back to his seat slowly, sitting down heavily.
Maybe I shouldn't have been so harsh, she thought regretfully. And then...
And then... what?
Suddenly, Luka's eyes popped open. Squinting out the dark spots in her vision, she could see a large fire. She could feel sand between her toes. And she was wrapped in Kaito's clothing.
What the hell is going on? is what the pinkette wanted to say. But all that came out of her prized voicebox was a dull rattling sound.