Don't get me wrong, I like Gakupo x Luka, but I'm just experimenting with new pairings ^^

(AND GUMI NEVER GETS ANY LOVE POOR THING Dx)

So, I decided to write another Voca fic.

Maybe I'll write some more Hetalia in the future, but for now, beh. :P

Hope you like this chapter :3

~Neko

The stocky teacher paced back and forth, scrutinizing his class with squinted eyes and a stern glare. The thirty-some students sweated under his gaze, waiting for him to call their names and assign their seats.

"Maki Hoshi, please take the seat right there."

"O-okay!"

A lean, lanky girl with raven hair ran nimbly to her seat and sat down, quietly opening a manga book and then immediately becoming engrossed in it.

The man continued his walk, tapping his fingers on his clipboard.

A lazy green-haired girl wearing aviator goggles around her head yawned and fixated her gaze on the teacher's heels, counting each step that he took.

"Five hundred and forty-five, five hundred and forty-six…"

Boys whispered and girls giggled. It was the first day of the school year, and everyone was excited. Who cared if it was their last year in a middle school where every person knew each other? First days were always mysterious.

The greenette rubbed her eyes, losing count for a moment. She stared at the jet black shoes in dazed confusion before shaking her head in defeat.

Whatever, she thought, Might as well start from where I left off.

"Five hundred and forty-seven…"

"Megpoid Gumi?"

"Yes?"

The girl snapped her attention to her teacher's face instead of his shoes, and looked at the seat that he was pointing to.

She trudged over to her seat near the window, looking outside. It isn't bad, she told herself. Window seats aren't bad at all.

She opened her bright orange binder, watching as it exploded, paper scraps, post-its, graphing paper, and a few drawings tumbling into the air. She sighed.

Maybe I should be more organized, after all, she mused, quickly scrambling around to retrieve her notes and sketches.

A boy watched, obviously amused by the lazy but cute manner in which the girl acted, the unique air surrounding her, and the uninterested expression pasted on her face.

"Hey, Gakupo, I see you're watching Gumi?"

"Mmm, what's it to you? A guy gets bored at the beginning of the year, nothing of importance happens, so he watches a girl. Anything strange about that?"

"Nothing. You're just usually not interested in girls much."

"Well, Kaito, unlike you, I'm just not the type."

The blue-haired boy laughed and winked.

"You can say that all right," he said. "You're so bori-"

His words were met with a slap on the head.

"Shut up, you fool."

"Hmm? A little defensive here, are we?"

"Kamui Gakupo!" the teacher barked, sending the purple headed boy a glare. "I've called you three times already! Please get to your seat."

Gakupo blushed and sheepishly followed the finger to where he was to sit.

It was next to her.

Gumi stared in alarm as she saw the eggplant lover making his way over towards her.

Crap, crap, crap, crap. She mentally face-palmed herself. Out of all the guys she could have sat next to in this class, she had to sit next to him?

She closed her binder, rolling her eyes. Stupid annoying boys, she thought. He's probably going to annoy me all day. Freaking obnoxious teenaged guys who hit puberty way too soon. Why me?

However, much to her surprise, he didn't begin to rattle off at a mile a minute like she thought he would have. He sat quietly at his seat, tugging at the itchy tan fabric of his uniform and crossing and uncrossing his arms.

Gumi smoothed down her skirt. Silence is fine by me, she smiled, Peace and quiet… she pulled out a Rubik's Cube and began working at the puzzle in her hands, rotating the object as she quickly solved it in record time. She set the cube down and sighed.

Freaking nothing to do… Oh whatever, might as well talk to the boy.

"Hi," she offered, attempting a smile and grimacing as her face froze. Friendliness wasn't one of her strong points. "I'm Gumi."

"Yeah, I'm Gakupo." The purple-haired boy gave an easy smile; crossing his legs and leaning back a little in his seat.

"So…" she drifted off, silently cursing to herself. Maybe she was smart, solved puzzles easily, and liked math, but that didn't mean that she was good at conversation. "Uh…"

Gakupo grinned, laughing as she stuttered. It was kind of cute, what could he say? She was an interesting person, he knew that. Somewhat awkward, maybe, but likable. He had seen her out on the field with her friends – who were they? Lin? Niku? Lilica? He was horrible at names, but he knew hers. She's always laughing, he thought to himself, Always laughing, talking, and smiling…

"What?" Gumi looked at him accusingly, blushing. "I don't know how to talk to people I don't really know, do you have a problem with that?"

He laughed again, shaking his head. "No, no…" he chuckled. Gumi adjusted her aviator goggles, rolling her eyes.

"Well…" He continued, his eyes shining, "You know, I've heard from people that you're smart. Straight A's and good test scores, stuff like that? And you like computer graphics and gaming, right?" he smiled; this girl seemed different than the others. Maybe it was the goggles, or her quick and sarcastic way of talking. Either way, she was unique.

The girl shrugged modestly, slightly surprised that he knew about her grades and interests. What did someone as popular as him have to do with someone as "low-class" as her?

Beh, she thought, It's a small school. Word gets around.

"And," he said, "You know what?"

Gumi turned to look at him, raising her eyebrows and waiting for him to continue.

"Your hair –" he said, "It's so weird. I mean, it's as green as the grass outside when it's freshly watered. It's so bright and vivid." He pretended to shield his eyes.

The girl flushed a tomato red, digging through her mind and instantly coming up with a suitable comeback. "Like you're the one to talk," she shot, "Your hair's the color of those fake purple blossoms that they sell in floral shops. 'Buy two get one free!'" she sang, mimicking the salesmen, "The ones that are always on sale just in case you're broke but need to make up?"

Gakupo laughed, swishing his long purple hair to the side.

"I suppose you're right," he chuckled.

Yeah, she's different all right, he thought, Different in a good way. Maybe this year will be more interesting than I thought.