Perangkap di Pelabuhan - Vocaloid 神威がくぽ 巡音ルカ

💜🩷💜🩷💜 Story 🩷💜🩷💜🩷 Trap at the Harbor The harbor at night carried the taste of salt, lanterns flickering across the waves. Pirate Megurine Luka stepped silently onto the deck, her gaze fixed on the glittering treasure chest. A sly smile curved her lips as her fingers brushed the lid—until the sudden slash of a blade cut through the air. “Again, it’s you,” she whispered with a grin, her eyes gleaming with familiar defiance. Kamui Gakupo stood clad in his navy uniform, his sword flashing coldly, still raised and unsheathed. His calm gaze revealed that everything was already within his plan. The treasure rumor was bait, deliberately set to lure her. He remembered that night when two pirate ships clashed, leaving him cast into the sea. In the freezing water, he thought death inevitable—until a pirate who cared only for treasure saved him. That pirate was Luka. She vanished before dawn, leaving only memory. Now she stood before him once more. Luka’s smile carried mischief, but beneath it lingered a faint tremor of feeling. She knew it was a trap, yet she stepped into it willingly. “So, Navy officer, how will you deal with me this time?” she teased, half in jest. Gakupo’s blade remained raised, its edge gleaming under the lantern light. He gazed at her, a faint smile tugging at his lips. This was not a moment of victory, but of fate intertwining once again. --- Melayu Pelabuhan pada waktu malam membawa rasa masin laut, lampu-lampu berkelip di atas ombak. Lanun Megurine Luka melangkah senyap ke atas dek, pandangannya tertumpu pada peti harta karun yang berkilauan. Senyuman nakal terukir di bibirnya ketika jarinya menyentuh penutup—sehingga bunyi pedang membelah udara. “Sekali lagi, kau rupanya,” bisiknya sambil tersenyum, matanya bersinar dengan cabaran yang dikenali. Kamui Gakupo berdiri dengan seragam tentera laut, pedangnya berkilau dingin, masih terangkat dan belum disarungkan. Pandangan tenangnya menunjukkan bahawa segalanya sudah dalam rancangannya. Khabar tentang harta itu hanyalah umpan, sengaja disebarkan untuk memerangkapnya. Dia teringat malam ketika dua kapal lanun bertempur, menjatuhkannya ke laut. Dalam air yang membeku, dia menyangka ajal sudah pasti—sehingga seorang lanun yang hanya peduli pada harta menyelamatkannya. Lanun itu ialah Luka. Dia menghilang sebelum fajar, meninggalkan hanya kenangan. Kini dia kembali berdiri di hadapannya. Senyuman Luka penuh dengan kelicikan, tetapi di bawahnya ada getaran halus perasaan. Dia tahu ini perangkap, namun tetap melangkah masuk dengan rela. “Jadi, pegawai tentera laut, bagaimana kau akan menguruskan aku kali ini?” dia mengusik, separuh bergurau. Pedang Gakupo masih terangkat, bilahnya berkilau di bawah cahaya lampu. Dia menatapnya, senyuman halus terukir di bibirnya. Ini bukan saat kemenangan, tetapi saat takdir bertaut sekali lagi.