A/N : Hey, it's not an AU this time! Also, not related to the previous two.

Requested by Debby Downer, who's awesome with reviews :D By Forever the Sickest Kids.

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She's a Lady:

Slap!

The sound resonated throughout the large room that only held two people. Sure, there had been many other people here to begin with; but once the couple had started arguing, the crowd had filed out, already used to their antics. They whispered and made bets by now about who would end up victorious and how long they would be seen sulking around the Vocaloid house. Of course, it was never for long, and then the two would be sickeningly sweet towards one another before another argument took root. It was a cycle by now.

Kamui Gakupo held his stinging cheek, though it didn't really hurt all that much compared to what happened to him almost everyday. Maybe he deserved it, because he could just now feel the hoarseness of his throat and realized he had been yelling.

However, the tiny blonde didn't seem to be finished.

"Idiot! I can do whatever the hell I want!" she shrieked. Her face was red and her hair was a mess. Blue eyes darted back and forth, never quite setting their glare on him.

He scowled, knowing full well that he should just accept the fact she was, well, Kagamine Rin and did usually do whatever she wanted. His pride, though, would never admit to it. So he started yelling. Nonsense, really, and he wasn't quite thinking about what he was shouting about. He processed empty words about not caring, and also some colorful vocabulary, but his mind really was on ways to make this right later. They were close now. Very close. She stood up on her tiptoes, and he loomed over her, towering her small frame. She was shouting, too, now, and their words were mixing together. Vaguely, he let his mind wander at how her high voice and his low tone contrasted, causing them both to sound louder than they would otherwise.

He really was getting sick of this, and now his head hurt and his cheek still throbbed. Finally, he took hold of her narrow shoulders, stopping her ranting, and shouted, "I don't fucking care what happens to you, alright?"

Obviously, the man didn't mean the words, and he knew it even before he said them. The thing was, he didn't have the patience to bite them back, and this was the game they played. See who could hurt the other more with just their voice.

Apparently, he was winning this one, but the thought left a hallow feeling in his stomach. His grip on her seemingly fragile body softened, and she raised a hand. He winced, knowing she was going to hit him.

...But she didn't. Slowly, she put her arm down and stared up at him for a split second before snapping her eyes to the ground. But he saw her watery gaze. She broke out of his hold and took a careful step backwards. Another.

"Rin," he tried pathetically. When he made a move toward the younger girl, she spun on her heel, bolting out the door.

Things would be better tomorrow. Sure, he'd never snapped at her like that before, but things would be how they normally go. One of them would go apologize, and then they'd kiss and make up. Like usual.

Right?

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Gakupo absolutely dreaded the fact he was in love with someone he hated on so many different levels.

Because this whole episode was obviously her fault. He wasn't sure who started the argument but he was almost positive it had been something she said. And, now, she found it acceptable to totally avoid him for three days straight.

On day one, he had been searching guiltily, wanting nothing more than to hug her and apologize. He hadn't found her, but Len, who told him that Rin wasn't feeling well and would appreciate being left alone. Gakupo had found this one hell of a lie, but had accepted she wasn't ready to talk and gave up for the day.

Day two, he once again set off to be told by Kaito of all people that the blonde girl had mentioned shopping in the city. This, Gakupo knew, had to be an excuse just to evade him, He had felt annoyed, but slightly put off. Just how far would she go to not see him?

And on day three? He was pissed.

"Who does she think she is, anyway?" he vented to his friend Luka who sat on the living room sofa while he paced around. She smiled sympathetically. "I mean, here I am, going out of my way to apologize for something that wasn't even my fault—"

"I hate to be the one to tell you this," Luka interrupted him, "But the whole manor could hear you yell that last bit at her before it got quiet. Actually, me and Miku thought she'd killed you then. Evidently not."

The purple-haired man flushed to his ears in shame. Was he said really that effective? "W-Well," he protested, "If she wasn't so... her, I wouldn't have been so mad!"

The pinkette rose one delicate brow at him, reclining backwards with a smug expression. Damn her and her seemingly effortless relationship with the famous Hatsune Miku. Damn it all to hell. "And what, exactly, is 'her,' Gakupo?"

Said man froze mid-step, pausing to think about this. "Um," he began brilliantly. "Rin's... She always has to point out every singly thing wrong with me!"

"What's wrong with a little criticism?"

"It's not only a little," he retorted. "She is a critic. And a skeptic. Plus, she's such a traitor! I mean, Kaito knew where she was going yesterday and I still didn't!"

Luka snickered. "She is mad at you, you know."

Gakupo huffed, crossing his arms. "That's not the point. She's also a backseat driver and always provides more drama than necessary when it comes to stupid, little things. And you and I both know she knows way too much about things." It was true. Rin was the first one to figure out Luka and Miku's relationship. "Plus," he continued, "She's such a damn good actress and a first class liar and is always forgetting things!"

"And?" the woman goaded, looking way to relaxed for his tastes.

His shoulders slumped. "And I can't stay mad at her when she pouts. You've seen the pout, Luka. You know. No one that... attractive should be this irritating. She's so bittersweet. But..."

Luka leaned forward, eyes softening. "But you love her," she continued for him.

"But I love her," he echoed. He slumped down on the couch next to his friend and buried his head in his hands. "Gah, I don't think I've ever messed up this badly before with her. What am I gonna do?"

The pink-haired woman just patted his shoulder, not really having much of a response.

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Late that night, Gakupo was lying in bed trying to sleep when a soft knock echoed through his room.

Grumbling to himself, he went to answer it.

"Hey."

He really should have expected this. She always did have some strange timing.

"Can I come in?"

The purple-haired man stepped to the side and allowed Rin entrance. She kicked off her slippers and sat on his bed, swinging her legs because her feet didn't quite reach the floor. He shut the door and leaned against the wood, staring at her through the dark, moonlit room. It was quite the setting. "Um, what's up?" he asked, feigning calm.

She rose a playful brow at him. "What? You didn't miss me?"

Gakupo really wasn't in the mood for her teasing games. "Rin, you can't just disappear like that for three days," he told her.

Laid-back demeanor deflated, he saw her shoulders tensed as she moved her gaze to her feet. "Thought you didn't care what happened to me," she murmured.

"You know I didn't mean that." He walked forward to kneel in front of her on the floor, not missing the way she stiffened. Great. She was still mad. "I was just angry and was getting a headache and blurting out nonsense," he told her, trying to make her voice sound soothing.

"Nonsense, my ass," she retorted curtly. "You wouldn't have even thought about it randomly if you didn't mean it."

He stood, causing Rin to jerk her eyes to his own before carefully shifting them away. "I don't want to fight again," he told her honestly. "But... I mean... If you don't think it's worth it, I understand."

"What are you talking about?" She still didn't meet his gaze.

He sat down on the mattress beside her, about a foot away. "We're always arguing about something or another. We don't really, you know, get along all that well. So, what I'm saying is, I'll be done if you are."

Maybe it was wishful thinking, but he could swear he saw her shoulder tremble.

When she didn't answer for a moment, he began to worry. Of course, he'd take her back in a heartbeat, and he was really hoping for her to ask him that. But would she? Did she think that she could put up with him anymore? Either way, he was giving her the chance to opt out. He didn't want her to be with him just because she felt she should. She should want to.

"You're an idiot," she said. He opened his mouth to angrily retort, but she fell to the side, resting her head on his shoulder. "Obviously, I'd stay with you. Stupid."

Mouth dry, he forced out, "Yeah, yeah," because he really didn't know what else to say. Wrapping an arm around her small form, he lifted her into his lap, burying his face in her hair that smelt like oranges. "I was worried you'd actually leave," he admitted, his blushing face hidden.

"Stupid," she repeated, fingers playing at the base of his neck as she pressed a kiss to his temple. "That was just a lesson you had to be taught. Don't ever mess with me. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, you know."

And, Gakupo learned, that was so true.

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Did you scream enough to make her cry?

It's a turn around, turn around,

Baby don't return to me

if you think that I'm not worth your time.

She's a lady and ladies shouldn't be messed with.

She's a lady and ladies shouldn't be messed with.

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A/N: Aw. I liked this one. More serious than the others, but it's good to try that out too once in a while.

Also, I'm not going to put review responses for this anymore, because this is really only little snippet things, but PLEASE KEEP REVIEWING ANYWAY. Seriously. I love them, and they make me wanna write more.

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