AN: To anyone who's still watching this story, I apologize for making you wait...um, eight months for the next chapter? o_O;;

I'll just say it right now: I'm horrible at planning.

"Tch!" Gumi hissed as she retracted her finger from the stove. She bit back a curse as she waved her stinging hand erratically.

What the hell was she doing, cooking? She hated cooking!

"You made a bento? For me?" Kaito smiled at her. "Thanks so much, Gumi."

And just like that, Gumi deflated. Yes, the scars would be worth the smile that she'll receive from him. She was unaware of the red blush creeping across her face as she imagined his dazzling smile. She was also unaware of Miku entering the kitchen.

"You're COOKING?" Miku asked incredously. Gumi scowled.

"Can't a girl cook?"

"But you NEVER cook!" Miku pointed out.

"Wellllll, I just thought it was time for me to get my cooking skills in shape." Gumi lied.

"Riiiiight." Miku rolled. "You're burning the rice." Gumi whipped her head to the pot and cursed in frustration. ("Oooh~, someone said f***!" Rin called down from upstairs.)

"Alright, move over!" Miku said as she rolled up her grey sleeves. (Why she liked the color grey, Gumi would never understand.) "I'm making this bento."

"Like hell, you are, and whoever said it was a bento?" Gumi growled.

"You would only ever cook for someone you loved~" Miku teased, wagging the ladle in Gumi's face. "And relax, I'm allowing you to take credit. I just don't want you to become a mummy with all those burns of yours." At the mention of burns, Gumi's hand began to sting.

Gumi sucked in her breath. "Fine." She grumbled. Miku WAS a good cook. Gakupo was banned from the stove, and Luka usually made something that was tuna. Miku, on the other hand, was capable of cooking anything. True, leeks did have a tendency to appear in the dishes, but those were easier to remove than smushed eggplants. "Just cut down on the leeks. And don't tell Dad."

"Hm~?" Miku asked innocently as she cooked. "Tell him what~?"

Gumi came back downstairs with toothpaste slathered all over her hands. She hated it, but the dental cream did help alleviate the stings. She went into the kitchen to check the bento.

"Wow." She said, as she examined the lunchbox.

"Isn't it?" Miku grinned.

"The rice is WHITE. WHITE." Gumi exclaimed. "How do you manage that?"

"Trade secret~" Miku winked. "Oh, but there's still the finishing touches to do."

"Okay." Gumi waited for Miku to put in the final details.

"So~?" Miku said, as she lowered her voice. "Who's the lucky boy?"

"Huh?" Gumi said, as she tried not to blush. The image of Kaito smiling at her entered her mind.

"I need to know his name!" Miku explained. "I need to arrange in his name in leeks!" She held up some leeks for emphasis.

Gumi snorted. "Who does that anymore?"

"You." Miku said. Again, with the waving things in my face!, Gumi thought as the leeks were pointed at her. "You are a sweet, happy, harmless, girl who's totally not violent and stubborn, and who gives out bentos with her crush's name written in them, and perhaps little tiny hearts, and NOT bentos with burnt rice in them."

Gumi blinked.

"Is there anything that you can actually DO?"

"I just need to know his name, Megumi!" Miku said, using Gumi's actual name.

Gumi held her head, which consequently made some toothpaste streak her face. She remembered an unpleasant memory, and now she just felt like a piece of taffy pulled long and then was suddenly let slack; she was tired.

"His name is Kaito, and could do it with something other than leeks? Carrots, maybe? And no...no tiny hearts..."

"Carrots?" Miku wrinkled her face. "Not exactly my idea of romantic, but alright."

She arranged the baby carrots into Kaito's name.

"Done!" Miku said as she took a step back to view her, or more appropriately, "Gumi's" work. "Kaito, huh? I think I heard a Kaito before...eto...AH! Kaito Shion? You're dating Kaito Shion?" Miku said.

"Is there a problem with that?" Gumi glared. Or at least tried to glare. She was trying to get toothpaste out of her hair.
"No, he's cute!" Miku grinned. Seeing Gumi's glare, she hastily amended. "I'm just stating an observation, alright?" She snapped the bento lid on and placed it in the refridgerator, and cleaned up the rest of the mess that Gumi made.

"I'm happy for you, Gumi!" Miku said, as she exited the kitchen and headed upstairs. "Good luck!"

"Yeah, yeah." Gumi said. She owed Miku one, and usually she hated owing anybody, but right now, she was grateful. She opened the kitchen door to look at the bento.

Kaito will be happy. She smiled tiredly. He'll be surprised and say that I'm a great cook. She closed the door. I'm a great cook. She repeated to herself.

Gumi, you made this? It's so delicous! You're such a great cook!

Gumi exhaled. It was just a little lie, after all. She went to the bathroom to clean off her toothpaste.

Luka arrived home exhausted. Being the manager to the only supermarket in town was tiring, especially when the majority of issues that needed "resolving" was mainly for young idiots who only wanted to check her out. The aggravation! The fact that she was carrying a few grocery bags of tuna, eggplants, leeks, carrots, and oranges didn't make her feel better, either.

When she got to the kitchen however, she paused before opening the refridgerator.

What...was that?

She bent down to take a closer look before hollering "ALRIGHT, WHO GOT TOOTHPASTE ON THE REFRIDGERATOR?"

Gumi, who was in the middle of doing homework, flinched.

"Oh, shit." she said.