Phewwww... The lemon urges are getting to me... Eh.
Gumi barged through the entrance to the mansion where the Main 8 lived. Everyone was sitting in the living room and looked alarmed when she stomped in and landed in a bean bag chair.
"You seem cheerful." Rin noted sarcastically.
"Hi Gumi-chan." Len added. She let out a groan and glared at them.
"What's wrong?" Luka asked, bending down to poke her face.
"If I told you, you guys would want to kill me." She whispered, her face turning red.
"I'm sure we wouldn't want to kill you, Gumi." Her brother yelled from the kitchen next to the living room. Easy for you to say, big brother. Miku came out of the kitchen dressed up in a skimpy silky white nightgown that barely covered her behind. Normally Gumi would've gagged but she was too focused on thinking about what to tell her friends.
"Are you sure you guys wouldn't kill me?" She whispered, looking down at the carpet.
"Well it depends." Kaito told her, "What did you do?"
"Don't tell me you robbed a bank." Meiko grumbled, raising an eyebrow. Rin snickered from across the room. The brunette haired woman raised a hand, "Or if you killed someone. I don't have enough money to bail you out if the cops find you."
"I didn't kill anyone." She growled, her eyes narrowing. She took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "I kissed someone." The whole house went silent and everyone started staring at her. Just then, Rin let out a loud squeal and everyone started to smile a little.
"Oh my gosh! Who is it?!" The blonde grinned, hopping up and down. Gumi looked down, her mouth quivering as tears welled up in her eyes. Rin's smile faded and her face got concerned.
"Gumi, who is it?" Luka asked, her blue eyes narrowing. She burst into tears and cupped her face in her hands.
"I kissed Yuuma. I don't know what came over me." She cried, looking down at the floor. The whole house was silent again until a giggle was heard next to her. She looked up to see Miku staring down at her with a smirk on her face.
"Wow, Gumi, you have bad taste in men, don't you?" She giggled, her teal eyes gleaming playfully.
"H-huh?" She stuttered, looking up and wiping her nose with the back of her hand.
"You're pitiful! Come with me tonight to the club and I'll help you find a real man!" She announced, grabbing her hand and pulling her up on her feet. Gumi was surprised that Miku was acting so helpful. Miku is never this nice to me! What's going on? Is this the real Miku?
"A real man?" She asked, sniffling.
"Of course!" She told her, dragging her upstairs and pulling her into her room. Unlike Gumi's room at the mansion, Miku's room was covered in posters and there were diamonds and other sparkly things adorned around the room. She led her over to a door with a Fairy Tail poster on it. She opened the door to reveal a huge walk in closet filled with clothes and shoes.
"Wow..." Gumi gasped, looking at all of the clothes.
"Wear anything you'd like." The teal haired diva offered, "Gotta look your best for all those guys at the club!" As she flipped through the rack, an overwhelming sense of guilt overcame her. I do really like Yuuma... but maybe Miku is right. Maybe it wasn't meant to be... She eventually found a strapless sequin pink dress and held it up to her frame in the mirror. The color pink made her whimper a little but she ignored it and slipped it on. It was a little tight but it looked fine on her.
"Are you sure I should be doing this?" She asked, looking back at her friend nervously.
"Of course!" She laughed, "You look amazing! Now I'm gonna do your hair and makeup and you should be all set!"
****later that day****
Gumi and Miku arrived at the club late that night. Right when Gumi got out of the car, the flash from a camera nearly blinded her. Oh goodie, the paparazzi tagged along. She gave the camera people a friendly smile and walked into the club, where loud music assaulted her ears. Miku grabbed her hand and pulled her over to a group of guys that were standing near the bar.
"Hello guys!" Miku grinned, shaking Gumi's arm.
"Hey Miku-chan. Who's your friend?" A long haired brunette man asked, giving her a perverted smile. Oh great, Miku led me into the pervert's den...
"Why, this is Gumi! Megpoid Gumi! Say hi!" She giggled, squeezing her arm and making her polished nails dig into her skin.
"H-hello..." Gumi gave them a crooked smile, biting her lip to prevent herself from blowing up at the teal haired girl. Miku went to go flirt with some of the other guys and the emerald haired girl watched as the man flung an arm around her shoulders.
"You're really pretty, you know that?" He purred, nuzzling into the back of her neck. She shivered and forced a smile even though she was uncomfortable. She had the weirdest urge to beat the man up, but she balled her fists and tried not to. I wonder what Yuuma is up to. As if on cue, her phone rang the tune of "Red Ridinghood's Wolf".
"I have to take this." She told him, and she ran over near the bathrooms where it was a little more quiet. She took her phone out of her silver handbag and looked at it. She wasn't surprised when she saw that she had a couple missed calls from Yuuma. That baby is probably lonely. Her head hurt from the music as she put the phone up to her ear.
"Gumi? Hi... I'm sorry about earlier. Truth is, I didn't mind the kiss at all. Where'd you run off to? I haven't seen you in a while and I'm starting to get worried. Please call me back when you can. I really care about you." His voice told her in the voicemail. Her head hurt so much she was almost unable to see straight. She held onto the wall for support as she inched herself back onto the dance floor. Why would he care about me?! Miku said I could do better anyways...
"Gumi? Are you alright?" Miku asked, her arms around a blonde haired man with red eyes.
"Sure." She grumbled, joining the brunette haired man once again. She barely noticed her smart one sliding out of her purse and falling onto the floor while she was dancing the night away. Miku made her have a few drinks and her vision was blurry. But she was so drunk that she didn't even care.
"Gumi?" Miku asked a couple hours later, "Are you alright?" Gumi was bent over the trash can, coughing and wheezing. Before she came there, she had never partied in her life. Now that she had, she felt like she had finally lived her life. But the thought of Yuuma being worried about her still lingered in her mind. No matter how much she drank, he was still stuck in her mind like bubblegum glued to the sidewalk. As soon as she felt a little better, she dug into her purse for her phone only to discover that it was missing.
"M-my..." She choked, her words all slurred from the alcohol. So this is how Meiko feels on a typical Friday night...
"What's wrong?" Miku asked, putting her hands on her hips, "You're not done having fun, are you?"
"N-no..." She rasped, "I c-can't find my phone..."
"Oh that's too bad." She smiled, holding up a crushed smartphone, "Would this be it?" Gumi's eyes widened as she took it from her and stared at the now broken device. Tears welled up in her eyes. Her only form of communication outside of the club was now gone.
"H-how...?" She whispered, her eyes half closed.
"It was on the floor and got trampled on. You should keep better track of your stuff, Gumi-chan!" Miku giggled, walking back over to the crowd. Gumi blinked back tears as she went to go sit down on a bench outside. She cupped her face in her hands and started to cry. I wanna go home. But I have no money, a mode of transportation, and no one to turn to. She forced herself up and staggered back inside. I'm going to grab that girl by her hair and demand to be taken home. Just as she neared the diva, her vision became colorful. Then it went black and she felt herself fall onto the ground, the noise going away to reveal a pitch black, noiseless space. Before she blacked out she could hear screams and cries for help. But they were too late to help her. She closed her eyes and let herself succumb to the dark.
