Luki-Megurine

 The bow of a cello rested solemnly against Luki Megurine’s bed, looking defeated in its own abstract entirety. The man with the tired expression beside it only added to its subjugated demeanor, and the image shattered into life and movement when he stood to cross the room. His figure, seeming a silhouette against the low light of his bedroom, slowed to stop in front of his desk. Sky blue optics fell to see the open pages, where he’d tried writing his feelings about the night of the ball many a times. ‘Of course I was the one to blame; It’s my fault, isn’t it? My fault that he hurts you, and my fault that his feeb

Luki swiped the ends of his pink bangs just once with the velvety tips of his fingers, only to have them fall back over the bridge of his eyebrows, futilely, as he met the eyes of his reflection in his room’s full body mirror. The crisp but elegant folds of his suit fit nicely against the male’s figure, and he could just barely see the glow of his blue orbs against the soft light of a single lamp that was stationed in a corner a good distance from him. His face appeared well sculpted in the low light, as it accentuated the well defined curve of his jaw, and the broadness of his neck. Against the deep black of his ensemble, his

Location: In my new room, the vocaloid mansion, 6:36 pm, October 14th, 2009. I've just begun living in the mansion that my sister has been residing in a couple of days ago. It seems like it will be an entertaining chapter in my life. Accordingly, I called this journal entry  Prelude, because, well, this entry will be the prelude of my stay, I suppose. ... I've met a whole two people so far, and they seem very friendly. I'm eager to meet other personalities. I've also come to know that there are 60+ people here? I'm not sure if that number is exact, but it almost makes this mansion seem like a vocaloid boarding house, or apartment complex