Yumi: And now I've decided to infiltrate Scott Pilgrim Vs the World.

Gideon: I am Gideon Graves, and I approve this fanfic…mostly because I am a featured character.

Juliet: …

Gideon: Speak up, Juliet, dear! Oh, never mind, I'll say it in your place. Yumi doesn't own anything related to Scott Pilgrim Vs the World.

Juliet: …

*This is after the movie. Just if you get confused.*

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No one noticed her. He specifically didn't notice her. Scott Pilgrim didn't even see her standing there. She preferred it that way, though. She didn't like having anyone's attention on her, especially men's. Even so, it bothered her that Scott hadn't glanced over to see her. She could have killed him from where she was standing. Well, maybe not kill. No, she wouldn't dare kill a soul. But she could injure a person if she desired.

The man that had been sitting in his throne beside her made sure that she kept using that power, but he wanted her to do more. It was this man that made her loathe all men, and yet she always remained at his side, always in his shadow. Gideon Graves made her the way she was, and he hadn't even realized it, even though they had known each other since they were very young. He caused her pain, her misery, her insecurities all these years. She just never let him know. If he had, she believed her life with him would have been even worse.

That night in Chaos Theater, however, she watched as Scott Pilgrim, with the help of his beloved Ramona Flowers and ex-girlfriend Knives Chau, kill Gideon. He burst into thousands of coins, which glittered as they fell down onto the crowd. From where she was standing, she was not affected. She felt only a slight pang of distress as she watched the crowd shield themselves from the raining coins. Though he was the one she most detested, there was still some memories of him as the one who cared and looked out for her. Gideon wasn't always the asshole that most people saw him as. He once was the one she admired most.

After the coin shower died down, she slowly sauntered down the steps to reach out and pick up Gideon's stylish hipster glasses. She let out a shaky laugh. She had been there with him when he had bought those. She insisted that he looked like a dork, but he said that he really liked them. That fond memory had been so long ago. She held the glasses close to her heart and found that one tear managed to roll out from her eye and down her cheek.

Irritated, she quickly wiped it away. Gideon wasn't gone forever. She shouldn't be showing emotion, not in front of all these people. She knew that they weren't aware of her, but if she stuck around long enough, someone might. She fled from the theater alone and only looked over her shoulder once. Her eyes widened when she saw a lone figure staring straight at her. Ramona Flowers looked directly at her, and, from the looks of it, she was trying to figure out where she had seen that girl before. The one crying black tears.

Quickly looking back, the girl continued running away. She had to get away. She had to go home.

X-X

The next day, she woke up to find herself in the arms of a man. She was vexed to see Gideon Graves smiling at her. She knew that he had extra lives stored just in case, but she didn't think that he'd come back so soon. Sometimes, she wished he would live true to his surname and stay dead.

"Juliet, you're looking as beautiful as ever," he said as he stroked her long white hair. "So young, so animated."

She made no notion to move, but she clearly made it known that she didn't like his touch. Her vivid red eyes seemed to stare at him with no emotion whatsoever, but if one looked closer, there was a cold expression in them. Gideon paid her glare no mind and instantly hopped out of bed. He was stark naked, which didn't surprise her. Gideon hated sleeping with clothes on, but it still bothered her that he ran around with his… wang exposed like that. He stretched his arms out and let out a loud, obnoxious yawn.

"I think I'm going to get a coffee, Juliet. Do you want one as well?" He asked as he walked over to the mirror and looked at his face. He was so vain that sometimes she thought Gideon was a girl. He turned around, and she suddenly remembered why her mind was always changed about that. She hid her face in her pillow, causing Gideon to laugh.

"How are you still so innocent after we've … oh, you know," he purred. She threw the pillow at his smug face. Unfortunately for her, he caught the pillow and continued to laugh. Gideon always had a hobby of poking fun at her, not really caring that her face was red. He probably presumed it was an embarrassed blush, not an angry one.

She pointed her finger at his closet where a fresh new outfit was hanging on the wooden door, obviously demanding that he clothe himself. Gideon smiled with delight. There was a white dress coat, black slacks, and a deep blue shirt and a silver tie with tiny G's on it. On the floor, there was a pair of nice dress shoes.

"You're so sweet, Juliet. You really shouldn't have," he said. "I'll definitely get you that coffee. You deserve it, dear. Two creams, three sugars, right?"

She hated coffee.

After getting dressed, Gideon went back to the mirror to fix his dark brown hair. Once satisfied with its appearance, he flashed hisFor a moment, he paused. He knew he looked gorgeous as always but… Something wasn't right… something was off…

"Juliet, I…"

He saw her reflection in the mirror. She was standing beside him, holding the pair of glasses that he had lost at Chaos Theater. They were still in perfect condition, to her surprise. He clapped his hands delightedly and took them from her. He put them on and, in the mirror, he found that it was the hipster glasses that were missing. He turned his attention back to her and kissed her cheek.

"You're an angel, Juliet," he whispered and attempted to pull closer.

She ducked under his arms and walked out of the room. Gideon's gaze fell down to her ass. His smirk grew wide as he stared. Sensing his perverted gesture, she slammed the door behind her.

"I love you, Juliet," he said in a singsong voice, purposely trying to tick her off.

X-X

Yumi: I'm done for now, you're probably confused at what relationship these two have… maybe, maybe not. Anyways, I'll explain more as I write, I guess.

Juliet: …

Yumi: And yes, Juliet can talk. She just chooses not to, especially not to Gideon.

Gideon: That's not true. She just doesn't want to strain her delicate voice.

Yumi: No, it's because you're an asshole.