A/n : My humble apologies for not updating this in forever :c I seem to be losing my muse. HEY, SOMEONE SHOULD TOTALLY WRITE ME SOME GAKURIN SO I CAN GET IT BACK. ...please? :3 Thanksgiving present?

AU! Yay.

Disclaimer: Song by Cheap Trick

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I Want You To Want Me:

Kamui Gakupo was no optimist. Not to say that he was a pessimist, to be exact. He was more of a realist. A legitimate thinker, if you will. Someone who thought things out to the furthest extent they could, and made their decisions based of the mental outcomes of any given situation.

Most of the time, at least.

Because, as it continued to prove true, Kamui Gakupo definitely had his hopes set way to high when he started to get close to Kagamine Rin.

Not to say that the little blonde girl who he had welcomed into his life with open arms wasn't worth the trouble, because she totally was, it was just... well... Why didn't she seem to like him as much as he liked her? There was nothing wrong with him, or course. He was a decent human being. Charming, funny, intelligent, and not too bad on the eyes, if he said so himself. Sure, maybe he was the slightest bit egoistical, but he simply liked to believe he was just confident, and Rin had a knack for shutting down any cocky thoughts of his immediately, anyway, so what was the problem?

Women, he thought on an exasperated sigh. They've always caused him nothing but heartache. And, really, the only women he could trust were those who also had a certain fondness for girls. Like Luka. Luka had always been easy to understand, in his humble opinion. She said what she felt, and always meant it. Never had she lied to him or led him astray (unless he deserved it, of course), and she was always reliable and an extremely loyal friend. Her girlfriend, Miku, had seemed to be the same. Sweet and charming and innocent with the voice of an angel, the tealette had easily weaseled her shy self into his immediate group of friends. Then again, Miku had been the one to set him up in the first place, and the purple-haied man was beginning to wonder whether that had been a good thing or not. Thought the nineteen-year-old girl had relentlessly apologized for the blonde's behavior, Gakupo had never really blamed her in the first place.

Back to the important matter.

Why wouldn't Rin just admit that she was head over heels for him?

She'd seemed to have gotten to that point a few times before—most recently when he was fully convinced that she was sleeping with a former, college flame of hers. His little tsundere had been so adorable, blushing and trying to mend together his broken pride. Sure, she'd roughed him up a bit, too, but Rin wouldn't be Rin if she hadn't done that. Anyway, she'd admitted to liking him. Or, well, at least agreed that she liked him when he asked. Sort of.

Ugh.

Sighing, he rolled over in his bed, the silky sheets sliding wistfully down his bare frame until he was staring at the closed lids of the girl who so often haunted his every thought. She looked so peaceful and innocent when she was asleep. She had blankets tucked up to her chin, chest rising and falling with every slumberous breath she took. Her lips were slightly parted, and her blonde lashes sent long, spiky shadows down her cheeks. He smiled lovingly, lifting his hand so that he could run his thumb over the curve of her jaw. His morning ritual—this was the only time he could properly show her how much he adored her without her yelling at him.

His eyes glanced wearily at the clock, knowing he'd have to get up and go to work soon. Exhaling deeply once more, he pressed his mouth to her own in a gentle, worshiping manner before sitting up and climbing out of his bed as quietly as possible, watching as she curled in on herself at his absence.

Maybe consciously she didn't know how much she liked him. Subconsciously, however...

Well, Gakupo would just have to come up with a plan to make her see.

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"Gaku!"

...Shit.

Gakupo glanced up in fear for his life. It was just nearing two in the afternoon, and he had decided to come home for his lunch break. Leaning against his apartment door was a short girl with short green hair, only two chunks of it framing her face falling to her collar bone. She stared up at him with bright, blue eyes so identical to his own and a large grin. Straightening quickly, she jumped on him, wrapping both her arms and legs around his body and holding on tightly. "Gaku, I've missed you so much!" she exclaimed. Hopping off him just as quickly, she brushed out wrinkled in her faded jeans before setting her million-kilowatt smile back on him.

"Gumi, what are you ding here?" he asked. Gumi was his little sister, two years younger than himself. They'd always been close, and he loved her, yes, but she was extremely difficult to handle, ever the eccentric, perverted creature she was. He most certainly hadn't been expecting a visit from her any time soon. Last he had heard, she was immersed in her studies to become a psychologist. He should have known. Kamui Gumi and school never belonged in the same sentence.

"What?" she giggled. "Aren't you happy to see me? It's not everyday I can come visit my big brother who tends to forget to call me every once and a while." Gakupo winced guilty. As much as he had missed the green-haired girl, he was ashamed to say that he really hadn't been thinking of her too often.

"O-Of course I am," he replied hurriedly. Then, noticing the bags set next to her, "I just really don't have any extra room right now..."

She waved him off with her hand. "Oh, don't worry about that," she assured. "I booked a hotel nearby. But I haven't been to your apartment yet! I tried knocking on the door earlier, but no one answered, so I waited."

Gakupo let out a sigh of relief. Good. Maybe that meant Rin had gone home. If there was something he didn't need, it was his insane sister meeting his insane not-girlfriend.

Smiling at the girl, he bent and picked up most of her heavier-looking bags and handing her his keys so that she could unlock the door. She did so, and they ventured inside, kicking off their shoes in the entry way and chattering idly.

Gumi was laughing loudly at something he said while clinging onto him when a voice from his bedroom doorway growled, "For fuck's sake, Gakupo, I'm trying to sleep."

Shit.

Rin rubbed her eyes sleepily, blinking until her vision seemed to clear. She was wearing nothing but one of his button-up shirts, which would have been utterly delicious in any other situation, but not when his little sister was standing right next to him. He moved him gaze to said girl, who glanced at Rin in curiosity before looking up at him, the question obvious in her gaze. "Gaku, I think someone broke into your house," she mumbled.

"Who's she?" Rin demanded, crossing her arms, and glaring at him with an expression he couldn't quite put his finger on. She looked pointedly at Gumi's arms, wrapped around his waist.

Gumi bounced forward, ready to introduce herself. "I'm Kamui Gumi! Gaku's sister. Oh! You much be his girlfriend!" She sprinted toward the half-awake blonde before Gakupo could do anything about it, throwing her arms around the smaller girl. "I could've sworn no one was home! Oh, you're so cute! Like a little doll! How did Gaku ever land someone like you, I wonder?" Gumi pressed her body against Rin's in an intimate embrace. The smaller girl rose her brows, arms hung stiffly by her sides. "Oh, wow, you're so skinny. You could be a supermodel or something!" Leaning back suddenly, Gumi's eyes locked south, at Rin's chest. "Well, sure, you're a bit lacking there but you're still super hot. Geez, you're legs are perfect, and you got the whore hair look down pat. I'd totally eat you up if I could. You ever get sick of my brother, give me a call, 'kay? I guarantee you I'm a much better lover than he is, anyway." The green-haired girl giggled again, winking at the now wide-eyed blonde.

Rin smiled wryly, narrowing her eyes at Gakupo from over Gumi's shoulder. Finally moving, he rested her hands on the green-haired girl's shoulders and pried her off. "Sorry," she said, "But I'm not Gaku's girlfriend."

Gumi's face quickly transformed into that of a question mark. "Really? Then why are you wearing his shirt and coming out of his bedroom like that?"

The tiny girl grinned wickedly, taking his sister's hand with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Oh, don't you know?" she said in a sultry voice. "We're just fuck buddies."

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Gakupo dropped his face into his hands, leaning on the kitchen counter after having explained his whole predicament about Rin with his sister, who was strangely quiet the whole time. God, the one time she could have verified their relationship, and she passes it off like he didn't mean a thing to her. Fuck buddies. For the love of all that was Holy, that wasn't what he considered her!

After Rin had dressed and left, Gumi had demanded to know all about her. After some prodding, he had broken. "Wow..." Gumi said quietly after a long bout of silence. Then, she sighed dreamily. "Rin's so perfect. Not like most, clingy girls wanting to settle down. Can you give her to me, Gaku? Or can I borrow her? Just for a night! I promise I'll return her in good condition! Excellent condition. Well-sated, orgasmic condition."

"Gumi," Gakupo groaned. "C'mon, can't you show a little pity? You're as bad as Luka."

Her eyes widened comically. "Luka got to meet her before I did? That's not fair!"

"Her girlfriend is the one who introduced us."

"Luka has a girlfriend?" Gumi gasped. "Holy Hell, where have I been?"

The purple-haired man scowled. "Not here, that's for sure," he mumbled. Then more audibly, "Seriously, though. You're a girl. Sort of." He ignored his sister objecting the last statement while loudly 'I am all woman!' "How do I get her to see that I want her to be more than what she is currently to me?"

Gumi put a finger to her chin, face suddenly serious. "Do you love her?" she asked out of the blue.

Gakupo brushed his hair back, uncomfortable. "W-Well, that's a hard thing to figure out, Gumi," he said on a nervous chuckle. "I mean, how can I know it's love if we never try talking about it? Ha, ha."

His sister leaned forward, practically nose-to-nose with him, squinting. "Ah ha!" she said suddenly. "You're scared."

"W-What?" he exclaimed. "Of course I'm not scared. Why would I be afraid? Of Rin? Ha!" He scoffed.

But Gumi just smiled knowingly, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're just scared that, if you admit it, and then she finds out, she won't love you back, and you'll lose her. Isn't that right, Gaku?" The man didn't respond, only flushed darkly at his sister's self-righteous expression. She reached up and patted his head. "There, there," she cooed. "There's a sure-fire way to make her want you bad..."

"How?"

Gumi's evil grin nearly matched the one Rin wore earlier. "Leave her."

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"...What?"

Gakupo winced at Rin's dead-panned voice, shifting from foot to foot on her doorstep and trying not to drop the heavy box filled with her things that she had left at his house that he was currently holding out to her. "I said, here's your stuff. Now, can I have mine back?"

Rin scowled at him, putting her hands on her hips. "Why?" she asked, though it came out more like a demand.

"B-Because," Gakupo tried to explain, "I'm almost twenty-four. I should have a steady girlfriend and a steady job and a good life. You're... well, being with you will never include any of that. So. I'm done." Once again, he thrust out his arms. "Here."

The blonde's pretty lips thinned out in annoyance. Slowly, she reached forward, grabbing the box and nearly falling over with the weight of it. He went to help her, and she glared at him. "I got it, you idiot," she nearly growled. Turning on her heel, she stomped into her home. This wasn't going nearly as well as Gumi made it out to be, Gakupo mused worriedly. He shuffled behind Rin quietly as she walked into her bedroom.

She emptied the box with visibly shaky hands, and Gakupo wondered if she were trying not to lash out at him. When it was empty, she stood stiffly and threw it onto her bed, walking to her closet and throwing his things into it. "Steady," she spat when she was done. "Who the hell wants a steady life? Where's the fun in that?"

He smiled sheepishly, though she wasn't facing him to see it. "You'll understand someday. When you mature."

There it was. Her weak point. "You're the immature one!" she practically yelled, doing a 180 and pointing an accusing finger at him. "What kind of adult breaks up with someone with no warning whatsoever?"

"We were never really together, though, were we?" he asked softly. Rin bit her lips so hard, he worried she'd puncture the delicate skin. Was this a smart thing to do? "I don't want to play your games anymore, kid."

Her nostrils flared, face heating. "I was never playing any games!" She stepped towards him, tiny hands balled into fists as she looked at her feet, hair covering her eyes. "Do you think that I hook up with just anyone?" she asked feverishly. Before he could respond, she said, "Because I don't! I was only with you because I liked you, you moron! You think-headed, narcissistic, steady idiot!" She looked up quickly, and Gakupo saw tears welled in those blue depths.

He froze. "Rin, I—"

"Stop." She was breathing heavily, tears finally spilling over, but she looked like she had calmed down. "Just... leave, okay? I'm going to bed." Turning away from him, she made a break for the door.

The man grabbed her arm before she could make it. "Did you really mean that?" he asked, feeling absolutely horrible. He had never meant to make her cry. Rin didn't cry. Not when her brother left, not when she had broken her leg (as he heard from Miku). But now, because of him, she was crying.

"Of course not," she murmured unconvincingly. "It was all a lie. Now get out."

He quickly wrapped his arms around her small frame, lifting her slightly off the ground. "I don't want to leave," he said into her hair. "I like you. I think I may love you. Tell me you feel the same, and I'll stay."

He felt heat emanating from her cheek to his neck, where her face was currently buried. "Are you stupid? You think I'm just gonna tell you I love you after all that? Just to make you stay? I have a little more dignity than that."

Gakupo pulled away slightly so that he could rest his forehead on hers. "Please?"

She pouted. Adorable. "If I do, can I keep your CDs?"

He laughed. Typical. "Sure," he accepted.

"F-Fine." Cheeks burning, she stuttered, "I r-really like you, G-Gakupo. A-And I'm so... sorry if I can't be s-steady enough f-for you. O...Okay?"

He grinned. "Okay."

Then, he preceded to kiss the life out of her, delighted when she simply responded, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him back.

I want you to want me.

I need you to need me.

I'd love you to love me.

I'm begging you to bed me.

Shine up my old brown shoes,

put on a brand new shirt;

I'll get home early from work if you say

that you love me.

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A/n : -whistles- Go, Gakkun! I didn't know you had it in you to be that tricky, you little minx~

I enjoyed writing Gumi immensely. She amuses me so much.

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(p.s. Should I up the rating? That would mean steamier scenes -eyebrow waggle- I'm still taking requests, too!)