Yowamushi Monburan

Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of the characters to be used in this fanfiction. They belong to their respective companies and creators. All I own is the plot.

4

Hello again.

I know that very few people read my blog, or maybe only one (NegiNegiNegi) but for some reason I still wanted to write here. I guess this blog had already began to be some sort of a diary for me. I have no one else to tell all of these to anyway, so the internet can be a good friend. Haha.

I'm still in school today, in the school garden. The light music club invited me to eat lunch with them, and I've just finished. I excused myself to go here and blog for a bit. Besides, this is where I'm supposed to be in at this time of the day, anyway.

Anyway, about my lunch with the light music club, it was fun. Len is really nice. Most of the time they would ask me questions, since I'm the new member, and even if it's hard to think of words I answer them. All of the members are really kind to me... especially Miku. She kept on sending me weird looks and meaningful grins(which I couldn't understand), though. I wonder why. She also checks her cellphone every five minutes. Now she's like Neru, the school meanie.

About Miku, by the way... Miku and Len look so awfully close. Not that I'm jealous - I mean, well, okay I'm a bit jealous, but only a bit! They always have private conversations on the corner of the room and Len always offers to help her in things. It's like... it's like, Len likes Miku. I don't know. Maybe I'm just giving it too much meaning.

But... what if they do have a relationship?

Lol, I should shut up now.

I have nothing more to write. Sorry, no song today either.

Ciao. Have a good day.

[This part is no longer in Gumi's blog, it's already about her irl.]

I closed my cellphone and sighed.

Right, I'm probably just giving it a meaning so that I can have something to fuss about. Besides, if they do have something between them, where's my right to be jealous? Len is not even mine.

I played with the carrot dangling from my cellphone. NegiNegiNegi would probably reply sometime tonight, since I usually blog every evening and she's probably online every evening. She's probably a schoolgirl, too. Whoever she is, I'll never know.

"You're here again."

I turned towards the source of the voice. It's Miku. She was shaking her head as she walked towards me.

"You really like being alone, huh," she sat beside me. "Don't you like us in the light music club? You've already got company, but you still prefer being a loner."

"That's not it," I murmured. "I just needed some private time with me."

"Hm, is that so," Miku took out her phone and began typing up something. I wanted to look over her shoulder, but I did't want to be so nosy. "Private time to sing?"

"Maybe," I shrugged. "But sometimes, I do something else."

"How many songs have you composed again?" she continued asking.

"I can't remember," I replied. I glanced at her. She was staring at the screen of her cellphone, seemingly reading something. "By the way... do you really have to always interview me? I mean- I'm sorry if that question probably sounded rude, I don't know, I just mean to say that - I'm... I'm not comfortable being asked too much questions."

She didn't reply. She was too busy with her cellphone. I sighed.

It was silent for some time, the only sound in the air was from her fingers tapping against the keys of her teal cellphone. She seemed to be in a hurry typing something.

The bell rang. She still didn't move, and I have to nudge her shoulder to lt her know that lunch is already over.

"Um, Miku, lunch is over," I told her, and she looked at me. No, more like a... a glare?

"Go, I'll leave soon," she muttered, and even if I wanted to insist that we go together, I left and headed to our classroom.

On the way, my cellphone beeped. A notification. About my blog.

NegiNegiNegi commented on your blog

NegiNegiNegi No, you're only giving it a meaning. And you can be jealous as much as you want, it's your emotions and there are no rules when it comes to emotions. And don't worry about Len and Miku. Just don't.

I skipped along the hallway, heading towards the club room. I'm excited to continue singing. Finally, my voice will reach out to my schoolmates! First this school, next the world! Haha, I'm so ambitious.

Unlike usual, I was able to open the door right after being in front of it. They were all talking about stuff, and when Miku saw me at the door, she waved at me happily.

Strange, huh? Wasn't she glaring at me during lunch earlier?

"Hey, Gumi!" she ran up to me and waved her guitar, which was shining teal. "Today, I'll be giving you guitar tutorials."

"Um... thanks," I murmured as she slowly dragged me towards a seat in the corner of the room. Len glanced at us, and was soon heading over towards us.

She gave me a yellow guitar.

"Take care of that," she said as she carefully handed it to me. "That's Len's. He said you can use it. I guess he also added that it can be yours if you learn the guitar quickly enough... is that right, Len?"

"Huh?" he nodded. "Uh, yes. If you want, Gumi, that's yours. I already have this." He raised his bass guitar.

I mentally gasped. Len is giving me his guitar Len is giving me his guitar Len is giving me his guitar

"Erm... thanks," I said. Dang, I hate how my voice is always so silent it's almost inaudible.

Miku then proceeded to teach me the guitar, with Len adding facts from time to time.

Soon, it was already dark. Luka had already left to go home, and Rin was telling her brother that she also wanted to go home already.

"Wait for a while, Rin," Len said, annoyed. Rin rolled her eyes.

"I'll go home alone," she muttered as she stomped out of the club room.

"That's good, I can have alone time with Miku," Len retorted, smirking.

I glanced at Miku, who was sighing. My heart felt like exploding. How annoying.

"Uh, Len, Miku," I suddenly said, making the two glance at me. "I think I already want to go home, too."

"Wh-what?" Miku stood up. "Gumi are you sure-"

Len snickered. I stood up, grabbed my bag, and left the room. I could hear Miku's protests. I wanted to cry.

So Len likes Miku, after all.

I was already hurrying down the stairs when I realized that I left the guitar. I rolled my eyes and walked back upstairs to the club room, groaning and mentally complaining. But should I go get the guitar? I can get it tomorrow. I have more time to practice tomorrow.

Nonetheless I continued and proceeded to the club room for the guitar.

I was already about to open the door when I heard Miku shout.

"You don't understand!"

"How the hell will I understand if you don't tell me?" Len yelled back. I was surprised by the sudden change in his voice.

"Just... just stop," she said in a lower voice. "I can't tell you the reason. Besides, I don't like you at all. Nothing's going to happen, even if you court me forever."

"No, it's possible," he insisted. "I... I just know. Didn't you say you like me before? How come you're already rejecting me now that I like you?"

I already wanted to stop eavesdropping, but my damn brain begged to listen for more. How annoying.

"I just have to reject you," she also insisted.

"I won't unless you tell me why. Is it about your family? No, they like me! Um... what is it?"

"Just do what I said! I don't need you around! You're only ruining my life!"

I heard some noises like a bag being lifted up and got the hint that Miku is leaving, so I ran and left the building.

Leaning against the school gate, I took out my phone and recorded my voice. I'm not in the mood to type on my blog, so I'll just upload a recording of my voice. It was a very short message.

"Len likes Miku. My heart wanted to stop beating, but instead its going faster and I want to scream."

I realized it's only the third chapter and so many things are already happening.

But... that's only the beginning! I hate how I sound like I'm hurrying the plot... I'm such a terrible writer ;_;

Anyway... I hope you liked it, and please review! Pretty please! Someone did read chapter 2, but nobody reviewed so I felt like it wasn't good enough... but if you guys have nothing to say, it's fine. But please, if you have something to say, bad or good, speak up! I accept flames, harsh words actually contribute in improving me because I don't let them reach my heart, I trap them in my brain and think of ways to improve.

I hope you liked it. Thank you for reading. Have a nice day.