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Rorolling Girl

"Gumi-chan, can you lend me a pen and a piece of paper?" Yuuma asked, poking Gumi's arm. She nodded as she dug into her orange bookbag for some notebook paper. The two were sitting under the cherry blossom tree in the school courtyard, dubbed as their official meeting place. She had been friends with him for as long as she could remember, and the two never kept anything from each other. But something strange seemed to be bothering the pink haired boy, and she was dying to find out what it was.

"Here." She handed him some paper and a red pen before he muttered something under his breath and slumped against the tree once more. As he was scribbling down something, she leaned over his shoulder to look at it. Noticing this, he let out a cry and hugged the paper to his chest, hiding it.

"Don't look at it!" He whined. She giggled. She loved it when he acted like a baby.

"Oh come on. How long have we been friends?" She asked, flicking stray pieces of hair away from his lemon colored eyes. He blushed and looked away, and her emerald eyes widened. She had never seen him blush before. In fact, she claimed that he was so tsundere that he couldn't tell his future girlfriend how he really felt about her. She sighed and sat back. Then again, Yuuma always acted weird around me. I remember that one time those scary boys chased me home and he beat them up for me. And if I was having a bad day, he would rub my back and tell me everything was going to be okay.

"It doesn't matter how long we've been friends. What does matter is that you're being nosy and that you should stop poking your nose into other people's business!" He grumbled, gripping the pen in his pale fist.

"It's for a crush isn't it?" She teased, "Who is it, that IA girl that every guy in the grade wants?"

"No." Was his reply as he began to write again.

"Seriously?" She asked.

"Uh-Huh." He replied.

"Wow. You're weird." She laughed. He smiled a little as he wrote down more until he folded it up and put it into the pocket of his white and black hoodie. The other 6th graders soon ran out of the building and the courtyard grew louder. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a group of boys laughing and pointing at them. She just ignored them and watched a group of younger girls get on the monkey bars. Suddenly, she remembered the slip of paper in his hoodie. With a sly smirk, she reached out and grabbed it before he could even think about what she was doing.

"Gumi! No!" He cried as he tried to take the paper away from her.

"Why is this such a big deal?!" She asked with a growl and she unfolded it. The more she unfolded it, the redder his face got.

"Give it back!" He snapped before he jumped on her and fought her for it. The children got silent as the two wrestled for the piece of paper. Yuuma was way stronger than she was. Finally, he pinned her down and looked deep into her eyes. "I said, give it back!"

"Ahem. Mr. VY2 and Ms. Megpoid?" The two stopped and looked up. Mrs. Megurine was standing there, tapping her foot.

"Hello..." Yuuma whispered before both were grappled by the collars of their shirts and were pulled into the building. As they were being dragged to the principal's office, she could hear her mumbling to herself.

"Swear to god, these two always get in trouble. Especially the boy." She growled. The two were pulled into the office and were forced to sit down in the chair facing Mr. Daisuke. Mr. Daisuke was a middle aged man that always had a grouchy look on his face. He was very tall and had short black hair. He always wore a business suit.

"Ah. Welcome back, VY2 Yuuma." He smirked as he pulled out a notepad. The boy glared at him and crossed his arms.

"We didn't do anything wrong, Mr. Daisuke!" Gumi cried. She had never been in the principal's office before, and the thought of this little incident going on her permanent record horrified her.

"What Mrs. Megurine saw looked like a fight." He explained crossly.

"It wasn't a fight." He insisted, giving a worried glance over at his friend almost as if he was apologizing.

"We were just playing around..." She lied, twiddling her thumbs.

"Normal kids climb monkey bars, not wrestle their friends." He grumbled.

"Actually, me and my brother Gakupo wrestle all the time! He always wins though..." She told him with a nervous smile.

"I don't care what you kids do in terms of fun. You're both getting detentions!" He shouted.

"What?!" They shrieked.

"Don't say that to me! You know exactly what I said!" He looked over at Mrs. Megurine, "Luka, call Gumi's parents. Yuuma, what is your parent's number?" Suddenly, they all went silent. Yuuma stared down at the ground, his facial expression masked by his slightly long pale pink hair. Gumi could tell something was wrong.

"Well?" Mrs. Megurine asked.

"I...I..." He whispered. Gumi saw a stray tear pour down the side of his face. She had never seen him cry before. Gumi could hear her cryptic parents on the other end of the phone.

"Answer me, child!" Mr. Daisuke yelled. He stood up and looked at the principal with tears in his eyes.

"Oh my goodness what happened to our little Gumi?" Gumi heard her mother ask over the phone, sounding close to tears. She could hear her father screaming in the background and Gakupo laughing hysterically.

"Gumi got a detention? Nice." Gakupo laughed.

"You still haven't answered!" Mr. Daisuke growled angrily, gripping his pencil so hard that it looked like it would snap in half.

"I don't have any parents..."