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Chapter 1: The G8 Boy

"Ah, there she goes."

I frown. Don't these idiots have classes to get to?! Ugh... I ignored their poorly-disguised looks of hatred and continued walking with my head held high. I won't let these fools think they've beaten me in their own game!

"Hey, did you know? Her family's cursed."

There they go again. They always have to talk about Mama and Papa as if they were nothing more than the dirt beneath their shoes. It wasn't their fault. It was that idiot of a great-great-great-great-great-grandfather I'm faintly connected to. If only he had been wiser...

"Say her name..."

... Would things be any different if he had been wiser?

"... And you'll suffer a great pain."

They probably wouldn't.

"Usano!"

I nearly jumped at the sudden screech of my 'name'. Geez, Hiyama-sensei has the loudest voice...! I glared up at him, but kept on writing in my notebook. "Yes, Hiyama-sensei?"

He glared right back, and I nearly laughed at our little 'staring contest'. "Could you pay more attention to the lesson and not your diary?"

I tell you, that old geezer is just out to get me! With a rather annoyed 'humph', I ignore the laughter coming from the rest of my classmates and say, "NO. For your information, I AM paying attention." I could feel myself smirk as I continued, "I'm just not paying attention to you."

The students around me stopped laughing, and I knew what came next. And Hiyama's index finger pointing towards the door was all the proof I needed.

"Professor. NOW."

I swear, once I'm powerful enough, I'm going to turn him into a cat or something...

I nodded slowly at Professor Megurine's words. "Honestly Mayu, you may as well bring a basket of goodies or something, 'cause you're in here way too often."

It's not my damn fault! Hiyama's just so short-tempered...! I wanted to shout this out, but I bit my lip. Fighting with someone as high as Professor Megurine was futile (and I know, since I did it on my first day). Instead, I simply said, "I'll make sure to do that, ma'am."

I could see a faint smile grace her lips. "Of course. Now," she put her hands on her hips, and her smile vanished into a disappointed frown, "what did you do this time?"

I rolled my eyes, amused that she hadn't at least guessed. "Hiyama can't take remarks."

"Honestly," I watched silently as she paced in a straight line, her eyebrows up in a teasing manner, "I should cast an anger-management spell on him. But, if I were to do such a thing, Shion would have my butt placed in Foul for a month!"

This caused me to raise an eyebrow. Nobody is allowed to talk of Holder Shion-sama so casually except for his family, friends and... "If I may know, are you an Holder Shion-sama d-d-d-"

"Yep~" I was afraid of this.

It makes sense, though. Professor Megurine is a very beautiful woman, what with her long and gorgeous pink locks that frame her porcelain heart-shaped face...

Not to mention her huge chest.

I-I'm not jealous of that... A-And I'm most certainly NOT looking down at mine in near hope...!

A-Anyway, I shrugged off my backpack and decided to just carry it instead, seeing as it has made my shoulder a bit sore. I really should stop carrying all these spellbooks... Either way, I glanced up at Professor Megurine, and I slightly winced upon seeing the sudden mischievous glint in her aquamarine orbs.

I took a cautious step back, for I knew what Professor Megurine was capable of whenever that glint appeared. "I-Is something wr-wrong, Pro-Professor M-Meguri-ne!"

I squeaked the last syllable of her name out as the Professor suddenly wrapped her thin arms around me in a bear-hug. A really tight bear-hug.

I tried escaping from her grip on me, but she was much too strong. Ugh, stupid Professor and her high status of magic! But, I stopped when I saw Professor's saddened expression. Why would she...?

"Mayu," I slightly tensed at the way she said my name, I swore I could hear her usually smooth voice crack every once in a while as she continued, "You're lonely, aren't you? All those years of teasing and ignoring... And your parents...!"

My life is just one huge sob story, huh? I don't really mind, and her words fall dead on my ears. I've received too much sympathy over my childhood; heck, sympathy was the only reason as to why my aunt even bothered to take me into her care! And I'm far from a loner. A loner is one who doesn't accept being on their own and desperately tries to gain attention. I've accepted long ago, and sweet little Mimi is company enough.

I rip away from Professor Megurine's embrace with a silent shield spell and turn around, my backpack dragged behind me. "Thank you for caring, Professor Megurine, but at this point, I learn to ignore it."

And it's with those last words that I mutter a small goodbye and head to my dorm. No use going back Chantology, now, is there?

I sigh in frustration and glare at the boy in front of me. "How long have you been in this academy, again?"

The unknown boy's tears stop falling now, and I keep on wondering on why he was even crying in the first place. He wipes a few of the tears running down his cheek with his left uniform sleeve and looks up at me with eyes glimmering of endless innocence. "A-About three m-months..."

Three damn months and this kid gets LOST?! Honestly, I thought this academy only enrolled the best of the best! Ugh! I could feel my eyebrows furrow down, and I try everything to get myself to not just out-right snap at him. "I'm just going to get you to your dorm. What status are you?"

Unlike all the other magic schools, Shion's Academy for the Magically Gifted and Apprenticed (or SAMGA for short. Stupid acronym, right?) separated its students by their magic status when it came to things like dorms. I was one of the middle statuses; not too powerful (though, I could be), but not just out right stupid either. I was a G6 (the G stood for Greatness, as stupid as it sounds), and something told me this boy was below even a G3.

But, I was proved wrong when the boy opened his mouth to say, "I-I'm a G-G8..."

THIS caught me off-guard. How could this boy - the one who lost himself after THREE MONTHS of attendance - be an effing G8?! I took deep breaths and put on a smile I knew myself was sickeningly sweet. "You don't say? Well, follow me, then. It can't be helped."

It seriously can't be helped. Thanks to Holder Shion-sama's 'senpai rules', a magical being of a lower status had to help those with higher statuses with whatever they needed. The only exception was when they asked you to do your homework for them or to do something else bad, I don't know very well, considering I never planned on following those rules in the first place.

I snapped back to reality when I felt the G8 boy tugging on my arm. With a smile, he pushed me with him as he ran to Lord knows where. I let him push me, seeing as there was no use in putting my arm back to my side. Also,I sort-of didn't want to pull it back. I don't know, but my arm feels all warm... And not the bad kind of warm, either...

I shook my head. No, Mayu, he's just using his stupid G8 powers on you. Yeah, that's it...

I dared to take a peek down and I noticed for the first time that his hand had gone lower and we were now... Holding hands...

Holy shit.

My face suddenly felt warmer, and deep in my gut, I felt this wouldn't be the last time I'll see this stupid G8 boy...

A.N./ So what if I've been shipping PikoxMayu recently? It's not weird!

WELL~ This was actually originally a somewhat-Tsundere!RinxLen fic, but then I listened to Piko and Mayu's cover of 'Orange Line', and I just HAD to write a FanFic for these two. Their voices mix together really well, and the lyrics are absolutely adorable. And Piko... That was one of those covers where he sounds rather manly instead of shota. I absolutely recommend it, you just HAVE to listen to it! x3

Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this little sliver of a new story, 'cause I promise, there will be NO MORE for another couple months when I'm done with the remaining of my stories. Now, if you excuse me, I'm going to get some sleep, 'cause it's one in the freaking morning where I live and I'm tired. Thanksgiving does that to people. Ugh, my cousins are just out of control... ［(－－)］zzz