Threads of Fate - Vocaloid 神威がくぽx巡音ルカ

💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 The lights in the studio gradually came on, and the fixtures on the white ceiling bathed the whole space in a bright, soft glow. Crew members were confirming camera positions while the photographer stood at the center of the shooting area, looking down to check the composition on his camera. Today's theme was the red thread of fate. The magazine's concept was to use a series of photographs to show a meeting between two people that seemed to have been guided by destiny all along. No elaborate sets, and not many props were needed, just a red thread, an overhead angle, and two people willing to trust each other. The two invited for this shoot were Kamui Gakupo and Megurine Luka. "You two, today's main shots will be done on the floor," the photographer explained, pointing to the white backdrop laid out in the center of the studio. "Please lie down here in a moment. The red thread will connect your pinky fingers. I'll shoot from directly above so the thread forms a natural curve in the frame." Luka looked down at the red thread in the crew member's hand. It was a thin strand of red silk, soft and light, its color vivid under the lights. "Only tied to the pinkies?" she asked. "That's right," the photographer replied. "No need to pull it tight. Just let it connect you naturally. What this series wants to show isn't restraint, but a connection that's always there, even when you haven't deliberately drawn close." Gakupo stood beside Luka, and lowered his head slightly as he listened. "Sounds interesting." Luka turned to him, a smile rising at the corner of her mouth. "Do you believe in the red thread of fate?" "What about you?" "I asked first." Gakupo gave a soft laugh and didn't answer right away. "If fate really has tied a thread between us, then I'd like to know where that thread will take us." Luka blinked. "Does that count as believing?" "It counts as being willing to see." His answer made Luka laugh. "Then I'm the same." The photographer called the two of them into the shooting area. Luka lay down on the backdrop first, letting her long hair spread out naturally. Gakupo then lay down beside her, leaving a suitable distance between them so the photographer could arrange the thread. A crew member approached with the red thread, first tying one end gently around Gakupo's pinky, then looping the other end around Luka's pinky and tying a loose knot. The thread wasn't taut. It extended from Gakupo's pinky, fell into the gap between them, curved into a gentle arc, and finally connected to Luka's pinky. "Okay, hold still for now," the photographer said. Gakupo and Luka looked up at the same time. The photographer stood on the elevated camera platform, adjusting the focal length. Through the lens, he saw the two lying on the white backdrop, the red thread joining their figures together. "Gakupo, turn a little toward Luka." Following the direction, Gakupo gently turned his head toward her. "Luka, you look at him too." Luka turned her face. Their eyes met in midair. From the photographer's vantage point, the red thread fell exactly between them, following the direction of their pinkies, forming a path that seemed to draw them toward each other. "Very good, stay just like that." The shutter sounded. Click. The first photo was done. The photographer looked down to check the frame, then wore a satisfied expression. "Beautiful. Next, let's try letting the thread extend more naturally. You two, move a little closer." Luka shifted toward Gakupo. Their shoulders touched lightly. Gakupo made no deliberate adjustment, simply following her movement and letting the distance between them grow closer. The photographer raised the camera again. "This time, don't look at the lens. Just look at each other." Gazing at Gakupo, Luka suddenly remembered their conversation from earlier. The red thread of fate. If there truly was an invisible thread that drew certain people to one another, then might their meeting now hold some special meaning too? She couldn't help smiling. Gakupo noticed her expression. "What is it?" "Nothing." "You look like you thought of something amusing." Luka didn't answer, only moved her gaze back to his eyes. "I was wondering whether this red thread might really bring us together." Gakupo raised an eyebrow slightly. "And what do you think?" "Hmm..." Luka deliberately drew out her voice. "I think it might just be because you happened to be lying next to me." Gakupo laughed softly. "That's a perfectly reasonable explanation, too." The photographer heard their exchange but didn't interrupt, quietly pressing the shutter instead. Click. In this photo, Luka's smile hadn't fully faded, and Gakupo wore a faint smile as well. The red thread stretched out from between their pinkies, crossing the white backdrop, as if leaving a road in the frame whose end could not be seen. "Wonderful," the photographer said. "One more set. You two, bring your hands a little closer." Gakupo moved his hand toward Luka. Their pinkies were still joined by the thread, and as they drew near, it slackened naturally, forming a small arc. Luka glanced down. "It really feels a bit like fate is leading us." Gakupo looked at the thread too. "If fate arranged it, shouldn't we follow it?" "Where do you want to go?" "That depends on where you want to go." Luka looked at him, suddenly feeling that this line stirred her heart more than any carefully prepared script in the studio. She reached out her other hand and lightly touched the back of Gakupo's hand. "Then let's go together." Gakupo didn't hesitate, and gently interlaced his fingers with hers. The photographer captured the moment at once. Click. Click. From directly above, the two lay side by side on the backdrop, the red thread tied to their pinkies while their other hands were naturally clasped together. The red thread was not pulled tight, and no one tried to untie it. It simply existed quietly between the two of them. "Last set," the photographer said. "Please close your eyes and keep a natural expression." Luka closed her eyes. Gakupo followed and closed his as well. The studio fell briefly quiet, with only the faint sounds of crew members adjusting equipment. The red thread lay between them, extending softly. Watching the scene through the lens from high above, the photographer suddenly felt that this series needed no further changes. He pressed the shutter. Click. When the shoot ended, the crew untied the thread from their pinkies. Luka sat up and looked at the red thread, now free again. "We're done?" "Mm," Gakupo answered. She held out her pinky, as if to confirm the feeling that had lingered. Seeing her gesture, Gakupo held out his own pinky too. Their pinkies touched lightly. Luka smiled. "The thread has been untied, but it still feels like we're tethered a little." Gakupo looked at her, a tender smile in his eyes. "Then let's not let go for now." Luka didn't reply, only hooked her pinky around his. The photographer, checking the photos, happened to glance up and saw the two still keeping that small promise. He said nothing. He only quietly pressed the shutter one last time. And in that photograph, there was no red thread. There were only two people who, after the shoot had ended, were still willing to hold on to each other.