Hello, a few GakuLuka fics~

A/N: I might want to add this. This is AU, and in this story Gakupo's an innocent 18-year-old boy with a crush on 22-year-old Luka, who has a job near his school. It's different than most of the stories, where Gakupo's older than Luka and trying to charm her and Luka's replying with "Go Google It"…-.-

It was a cruelly wet day; the rain came down in torrents, beating and attempting to destroy the windows in Luka's home in its shrieking rage. The wind howled, trying to push down the door.

Luka observed this weather as she looked out to the streets. Not a pedestrian was in sight, but a whole bunch of cars were stuck in traffic.

"Idiots," she muttered to herself. Why would anyone be out in the weather, anyway, car or not?

Then she noticed a figure. A figure, in a dull brown cloak, walking down the street and fighting against the rain and wind. Bright purple hair poked out of the hood. Luka recognized at once who it was.

Good grief…

Not caring about the rain anymore, she threw open the window and screamed at him, causing nearby people in cars to stare, "GAKU! You idiot! Why are you here?" She was getting drenched by the water pouring out of the clouds, but she couldn't care less. Luka carelessly brushed a chunk soaked strands of hair out of her face and yelled, "YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS, DUMBASS!"

Gakupo blinked and looked up, trying to keep rainwater out of his eyes. His answer was lost, carried away by the strong wind.

Luka sighed. "Just come over and make sure you didn't catch pneumonia yet!" Then she closed the window, dripping wet. In the corner of her eye she caught a sight of Gakupo running across the street and toward her house. Sure enough, a few seconds later, there was an incessant pounding on the door.

"I'm getting it!" she hollered, and opened the door to find Gakupo shivering in the cold.

"Geez, do I have to babysit you?" Luka muttered, dragging him in. She grabbed a towel and rubbed hard on his hair, trying to take the dampness out. Gakupo winced at the strength she applied to his dark fuchsia hair.

"There, I'm done, you hopeless idiot," Luka said. She threw the towel in a random way. Gakupo's eyes followed the towel's trip. Luka turned on her heel and began walking back toward her spot on the windowsill, where she would sit and write poetry.

"Um…" he said awkwardly to her retreating back.

"Yes, what?" Luka turned around, eyebrows raised.

He ducked his head, trying to hide his blush. "Nothing." After a few moments, he added hesitantly, "Can I watch you?"

"Mmh?" Luka held her pen poised above the paper as she thought of the things to write about. Her eyes landed on him just the moment he asked. "Oh…," and absently adding, "Yeah, you can…Just don't disturb me…"

Gakupo nodded. "Okay." He shyly walked up to her and took an unstable seat on the edge of the windowsill.

Luka's gaze diverted from her paper. "You're going to slip, idiot." She grabbed Gakupo and lifted him farther onto the wide windowsill, until his back was leaning against the windowpane. "There," she said, smiling smugly. "Now, look at me."

Gakupo's face heated up. "Why?"

"Because I'm going to write a poem about you."

With eyes similar to amethysts

A skin of snow,

And with hair like orchid-toned silk,

You are the one

Who I dream of spending my life with.

-End-