GL- Love That Never Changes - Vocaloid 神威がくぽx巡音ルカ

💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 After finishing their afternoon tea date in the garden, Kamui Gakupo and Megurine Luka returned to their mansion together. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the spacious floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the living room. They hung up their coats and prepared to enjoy some peaceful time indoors. While Luka looked through the photographs they had taken earlier, she chatted with Gakupo about possibly preparing their own afternoon tea at the mansion next time. Gakupo sat comfortably on the sofa, listening to her ideas with her usual composed smile. However, just as Luka stood up to prepare tea for them, a mysterious glow suddenly appeared around Gakupo. "Gakupo?" Luka turned around in surprise. As the light gradually faded, Gakupo, who had been sitting on the sofa, had unexpectedly transformed into a woman. Her long purple hair remained unchanged, as did her beautiful purple eyes, but her body and voice had undergone a noticeable transformation. Even her clothes no longer fit properly because of the sudden change. Gakupo stared at her hands in disbelief. "...What just happened?" She tried speaking again, only to discover that even her voice had become noticeably softer. "Luka, I..." "Don't panic. Take it easy." Luka immediately approached her and carefully checked whether she was hurt. "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?" Gakupo shook her head, although her expression was still filled with confusion. "No, but... I have absolutely no idea what happened." She stood up and walked toward the full-length mirror in the living room. The woman reflected in the mirror had familiar purple hair and purple eyes, yet her body was completely unfamiliar. Gakupo gently touched her cheek, looking rather uneasy. "This is truly unbelievable." Standing behind her, Luka gently took her hand. "Don't worry just yet. We'll figure out what happened together." "But now that I look like this..." Gakupo stared at her reflection, still struggling to accept the sudden transformation. After thinking for a moment, Luka smiled warmly. "Let's get you changed into something comfortable first. Your current clothes must be rather inconvenient." She led Gakupo to her dressing room and selected an outfit from her wardrobe that would fit her new figure. "This one should work." Luka handed her the clothes and also prepared a few matching accessories. Gakupo accepted them, looking at Luka hesitantly. "These are your usual clothes, aren't they?" "Yes, but I'm lending them to you for now." "Are you sure it's all right?" "Of course! Unless you'd rather spend the rest of today wearing clothes that don't fit you?" Luka deliberately gave her a slightly serious expression. Gakupo finally couldn't help laughing. "All right. I'll listen to you." After changing, Gakupo stepped out of the dressing room. When Luka saw her, her eyes widened slightly before she smiled with delight. "They look lovely on you!" "Do you really think so?" "Of course. You're still you." Those words made Gakupo pause for a moment. Luka approached her and gently adjusted her collar. "Even though your appearance has suddenly changed, your purple hair, your eyes, and the way you speak are all so familiar to me." "But I'm still not used to it." Gakupo looked down at her hands, her voice carrying slightly less confidence than usual. She had always been accustomed to living in her original body. Facing such an unfamiliar change was unsettling, even though the person beside her showed no discomfort or hesitation. Luka didn't pressure her to accept the transformation. Instead, she simply took her hand. "Then you don't have to force yourself. All you need to do today is stay by my side." She led Gakupo back to the living room and invited her to sit on the sofa before taking a seat beside her. "Would you like some tea?" "Yes, thank you." Luka prepared some warm tea for her and brought over a few cookies they hadn't finished during their afternoon tea. "These are the last treats we have from today." Gakupo looked at the cookies on the plate and finally showed a small smile. "It seems our afternoon tea hasn't really ended yet." "Of course! We promised to share the last cookie." Luka broke a cookie into two halves and offered one to her. Gakupo accepted it, and the two enjoyed their treats together. They chatted about what had happened in the garden earlier. Luka also took out the photographs they had taken and showed Gakupo the picture of their hands intertwined. "Look, this one turned out beautifully." "Yes, I like it too." "No matter what happened today, it was still a wonderful day we spent together." Gakupo quietly gazed at the photograph before gently resting her head on Luka's shoulder. "Thank you for not being troubled by my transformation." Luka turned toward her and looked at her affectionately. "Why would I be?" "Because I'm no longer the same as before." "But you're still Gakupo." Luka gently held her hand. "I love you for who you are, not for any particular appearance. No matter what you look like, I'll always stay by your side." Gakupo's expression gradually softened. "Luka..." "So let's put our worries aside for today. We still have plenty of time to figure everything out together." She wrapped her arms around Gakupo in a gentle embrace. This time, Gakupo didn't hesitate. She slowly returned the hug. As time passed, Gakupo gradually became accustomed to her new appearance. Although she occasionally felt confused by unfamiliar movements, having Luka beside her always helped her regain her sense of security. In the days that followed, they continued living together, searching for the cause of the transformation and gradually adapting to their new everyday life. Even though Gakupo's body never returned to its original form, Luka's feelings for her never changed. The years gradually left their marks on both of them. Their once energetic steps became slower, and silver strands began appearing among their hair. Their hands were no longer as nimble as they had been in their youth, yet they still naturally reached for each other whenever they walked through the mansion. One warm afternoon, two elderly women with silver-white hair were once again sitting together in the mansion's living room. Their familiar teaware and delicious treats were arranged on the coffee table. The comfortable sofa held the memories of countless moments they had spent leaning against each other throughout the years. Gakupo had long since become accustomed to her female body. She wore comfortable clothes that Luka had chosen for her and sat beside her beloved. Luka poured tea for them and handed one cup to Gakupo. "Do you remember the day we first enjoyed afternoon tea in the garden?" Luka asked with a gentle smile. "Of course. That was the day I suddenly transformed after we returned to the mansion." Gakupo chuckled softly. "I was completely at a loss back then." "But you gradually got used to it." "Because you were there with me." Luka placed her hand in Gakupo's palm. "And I'm still right here beside you." Gakupo looked at her, her eyes filled with affection. "Thank you for spending all these years with me." "I should be the one thanking you for giving me so many wonderful memories." They exchanged warm smiles. The setting sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the living room in a warm golden glow. Sitting close together, they reminisced about their travels, their dates, and all the ordinary yet precious moments they had shared. Even though their appearances had changed, even though the years had passed, and even though so many things in their lives were no longer the same, they remained the most important people in each other's hearts. Gakupo gently tightened her hold on Luka's hand. "Luka, shall we have tea together again tomorrow?" "Of course." Luka rested her head on Gakupo's shoulder and closed her eyes, enjoying the familiar warmth. The unexpected transformation that had once left them bewildered had never become a barrier between them. Instead, it had taught them something even more meaningful: what truly mattered was never appearance, but the willingness to hold each other's hands and walk through life together, no matter how the years might change them. Inside the warm and peaceful living room of their mansion, the two lovers who had spent their entire lives together remained just as sweet and affectionate as they had been on that very first afternoon.