AN: Let me just say that writing this story is going to be hard. The previous draft involved online rpgs, which I discarded as 'tacky'. (I just decided that now...0.0;;) It also seems that writing is easier to me when done in script (or text, for those picky ones) format, a structure that is unfortunately banned from FF. . I also feel awkward when reading my stories in story format (hardy-har-har). It feels as if something is missing.
Miku is no longer annoying in this version. I think.
Gakupo and Luka are the parents. Miku, Gumi, and Rin are the daughters. Kaito is a classmate.
"Are you having a good time?" Kaito asked as they exited the movie theater.
"Yup." Gumi lied. In truth, she found it boring. Why pay that much when she could easily rent it for half-price? And the mess people made! But in reality, she would go anywhere with this boy, even to hell.
Most people immediately found her as cold. Well, at least they did last year. In fact, she would still be hostile if she had not noticed Kaito. To cut the lovey-dovey exaggerations short, she found him to be a handsome and kind prince, different from the usual idiots.
The cell phone went off. Holding back a curse, Gumi pulled it out as she smiled apolegitically at Kaito. "Hello?"
"Gumi! Can you buy some leeks on your way home?" Miku asked. "Oh, and some tuna for Luka."
"And don't forget oranges!" said the distant voice of Rin.
"Eggplants..." said Gakupo.
"Sorry, Miku, I'm kind of busy right now." Gumi said with a polite voice. Why the heck do I have to do it? She thought with annoyance.
"..." The phone was silent.
"Miku?" Gumi asked.
"'Why the heck do I have to do it?'" Miku whined and then resumed her normal voice. "That's what you usually say. What are you up to?" Gumi could tell that Miku was suspicious.
"What do you mean?" Gumi asked innocently. What, can't I be a person that doesn't mess everything up once in a while?
"...You're with a guy, right?" Miku said slyly.
"SHE'S WITH A GUY?" The phone blared with Gakupo's voice. "I NEED TO THOROUGHLY INVESTIGATE THIS GUY THAT GUMI-CHAN IS SEEING."
"Oi, oi, have you any idea how weird that sounds?"Luka said as she mercilessly pulled an injured Gakupo away from the telephone.
"Tell Dad that I'm fine." Gumi told Miku. "I'll be home soon, anyways, ok?"
"...Sure." Miku said. Gumi closed the cellphone and sighed.
"Sorry about that." She said to Kaito.
"It's no problem." He smiled. "It's only natural for your father to worry."
"Oh...you heard that..." Gumi said, feeling a blush crawl onto her face.
"Well," Kaito laughed. "He was yelling at the top of his lungs."
Gumi giggled. Dad is gonna pay for it when I get home. Gumi promised herself.
Kaito walked her home. KAITO. WALKED. HER. HOME.
And, may I add, FROM. MY. FIRST. DATE. Gumi thought as she closed the front door and sighed.
"Gumi-chan?" Her father said, peeking from behind a corner. "Oh, you're home. Now, where is that young man you were dating?" Gumi kicked off her shoes as she walked towards her father with her head down.
"Where is he, indeed?" she said, trying to control her emotions. "But what would you need him for, Dad?" She slowly raised her head to look at her father. "Why indeed did you have the need to thoroughly investigate him?" Gakupo, losing his atmosphere of authority, instantly shrank back.
"Ah, did I say that, Gumi-chan?" He whimpered.
"Ah, Gumi-san's back." Rin said.
"Should we save Dad?" Miku asked.
"Naw, let him suffer." Luka said as Gakupo began to sustain emotional injuries from Gumi's cold and hostile atmosphere. Gumi sighed as she stopped mentally torturing Gakupo. She went to her room for some peace and quiet. Honestly...
"Lukaaaa!" Gakupo cried as he ran to hug her. "Gumi-chan was so cold and mean to me..."
"And did you expect me to comfort you?" Luka asked with annoyance.
"No, I expected you to hit me as well..."
Luka then rewarded him with a punch. "Ugh, whatever am I going to do with you, my masochistic husband?" she said with disgust.
Gumi was lying on the bed, having wonderful daydreams. Really, Kaito was the first boyfriend she had. She wondered if this relationship was going to last. If he knew about her real personality, their bond would probably evaporate. Of course, Gumi didn't want that. She didn't want Kaito to see the ugly, vengeful person that she was. She got up and went to her mirror. There, she saw a girl with short, green hair. She used to hate her hair because of the happy cheerful color. Now, she needed it.
If I arrange my hair like this... Gumi thought as she brushed her hair carefully. ...And if I smile like this... She thought, as she smiled a small smile. Yes, if she did all that...
She'll look almost...pretty.
Gumi frowned. "Forget it, forget it!" She yelled at herself. She'll never be pretty. Not since she cut her hair short. Her effing stupid hair...
In anger, she mussed up the green strands and clumps until the final product became an artificial bedhead. "Great, Gummy Bear!" she yelled at her reflection with spite. "Now you're just as ugly as on the inside!" She glanced to her left where the desk stood. There, in the pencil mug was a pair of scissors. It was the same pair of scissors that she had used to snip her long locks so long ago.
"Fake! You're a fake!" said a long-forgotten memory. Gumi bit her lip.
"Fake. I'm a fake." She said to herself, as if those words couldn't hurt her. As if those lies weren't the truth.
