~Author's Note~

Heyaaaa guyssss! How are you! Happy Victoria Day to all you Canadians out there! I am so glad that I was able to update before this week because I wouldn't have time at all. I'm going to Anime North this weekend (Toronto) and I'm so excited! I'm cosplaying as Saber and Fem!Romano :$$$ I'm just so excited! Anyway! I have a tumblr now, thanks to my sister and Assassinnumber9. Eyyy its: sincerelymissatomicbomb (you can find it on my profile too) so yeah :$$ Anyways, probably gonna have pics of my cosplay there if it turns out good ;) Enjoy this filler chap!

Sincerely,

~Ms. AtomicBomb

Guinevere hurried to her locker as soon as school was over, she shoved her books into her cubby and dropped her backpack off; she had Newspaper Club so she was dying to get there as quickly as humanly possible. She shimmied off her blazer and shoved it inside once again before placing a wide grin on her lips; she just loved writing the newspaper.

Almost skipping down the crowded hallway, Guinevere turned the corner and spotted Gilgamesh at the end of the empty hallway (as there were no lockers down this one). She squinted her eyes into a glare and noticed that he was talking to someone, but the corner of the wall blocked his companion. An idea slithered into her mind and she began making her way—slowly and quietly—towards the pair.

Guinevere gulped, continuing her eavesdropping until she was able to see who the mystery person was. "Why are they sneaking around together? This smells very fishy." It wasn't the sushi that she had had during lunch for sure. "Grainne and Gilgamesh only mean trouble." She whispered under her breath, hoping to catch what they were talking about, but her far distance listening skills were not as acute as she had wished and she only heard mumbles. It was a name that caught her attention, Arturia.

The brunette sighed, wishing to hear what the pair of students were scheming up.

"Guin!" She dropped her pencil at the sound of her betrothed's voice, "There you are, we're going to be late for club activities."

She swore under her breath as the two teenagers shot their heads towards her, "Oh, Miss told me to get her papers from the Arts Department." Her hair followed in motion as she looked over at the violet haired boy, "Want to tag along?"

Lancelot nodded and caught up to her before they walked together towards the Arts' Department office and passed the pair by. The tall stoic male caught a glimpse of the glare that the mean girl shot towards them. They did just as the female had said, they both got the papers from the Arts' Department and headed off to the computer lab where they held their Newspaper club meeting.

Guinevere arrived at the computer lab with Lancelot at her tail. She sat down at one of the computers and logged into her student account, Lancelot giving the papers to the club teacher before sitting beside her. The brunette decided to search up a bit about Grainne and tried her best to see what Gilgamesh and she would have in common other than being total snakes and filthy rich. There was nothing much she found that connected them other than a few actual cocktail parties they attended for their parents' social gatherings.

It was the teacher calling her name that snapped her out from her investigative trance and shoot her head towards the adult that stood near the door, "You have a visitor." The woman's pale peach lips etched in a smile.

Guinevere furrowed her brows and tilted her head. If Lancelot was seated next to her finishing up some homework and Gawain was at one of his father's conventions and Arturia and Jeanne never ever came to visit the 'snitch club'. The brunette shrugged, pushing her hair over her shoulder and all but skipped to the door, "Yeeeellow," she had a bright smile on her face—a visitor always meant good news.

Right before her eyes, a boy stood straight. Hair slightly messy, uniform disheveled but he somehow seemed composed. Her smile slowly faded and she lifted an eyebrow, "So, uh, what happened to you?"

The blue-haired male looked down at himself and chuckled, "Aha, don't worry about that."

"And why didn't you join us during lunch?"

"The teacher wanted me to catch up on the physics stuff. I'm pretty far behind. But… I just wanted to ask some questions."

"Oh yeah?" Guinevere furrowed her eyebrows, "What about?"

The Irishman rubbed the back of his neck and gave a nervous chuckle, "Yeah, haha, about Gilgamesh. Just a few questions, have the time?"

The brunette looked back at Lancelot who continued to work on his homework and then at her computer, "Mind waiting until after club's over? You can help me out in the process."

Cu Chulainn nodded and followed after her as she went back into the classroom and sat at her respective computer bench. The boy sat down next to her and watched her write her next article, "So what did you want to talk about, bae?" She typed away, the keyboard filling the atmosphere around her with the sound of keys clicking and somehow making a rhythm that he liked—it was a refreshing sound.

It seemed that she always referred to people as 'bae' because Lancelot didn't even mind that his fiancée was being so familiar with the boy, "I just wanted to ask a few questions…" The playboy spoke, watching her fill the word document with words.

"Yup, about Gil, right? Go ahead, ask away. I'm currently writing a paper on campus abuse." The young lady pursed her lips into a straight line, "I'm hinting at Gil."

Cu Chulainn furrowed his brows, "Campus abuse?" He repeated in question, "Gilgamesh is abusive?"

"Ha! You should have seen the way he was acting towards Jeanne today. He was being the biggest jerk on the planet. Lancelot almost punched him again." Guinevere had an amazing sense of multitasking. She was actually writing what she was thinking while saying something different.

The Irishman leaned on the desk, "Wait a second there, how was he treating Jeanne?"

"Alright, so If you're worried about Gil taking Jeanne away because of what you saw on the magazine," Guinevere looked at him.

"Don't be." Lancelot added whilst still working on the homework before him.

The girl nodded her head, "Lancie's right. You don't need to be worried about that at all. In fact, Jeanne cleared things up for me and then Gil came and you should just have been there. I'm hoping someone took a video so I can upload it on my blog. This was some intense stuff."

"But what happened? What did he do to Jeanne?" Cu Chulainn felt something twist in his gut and a sudden rush of anger filled him, "Did he hit her?"

"Almost. Ugh," the girl shivered, "he almost slapped her if it wasn't for Arturia. Can you believe that? If I was remotely fit, I would have punch him square on the jaw—but since Jeanne is too nice for her own good, she just let him go without a single scratch on his stupid skin. But, enough about him, we're only giving him the attention he wants." She went back to the article, "So questions, right?"

"Not anymore, I think I got all I needed to make a conclusion. Jeanne's definitely not interested in him, so it should be no problem to get with her." He shrugged, "Just expect to see Gil bruised tomorrow."

"No happening. One, Jeanne would totally hate you because she hates violence. Two, Gil never comes t school bruised. He skipped like a week when Lancelot gave him a black eye. Plus, today, you are going to get your initiation." Guinevere chirped, "I'm so exited!"

"Initiation?" The male questioned.

"To the group. All of us have had one ever since Guin decided to make an 'entourage'." Lancelot answered his question.

"This sounds like I'm joining a cult."

"Hey! If that were the case, Jeanne wouldn't be with us." Guinevere defended, "Plus, everyone gets their own special initiation. Jeanne's was the most chill, to be honest. You are going to have fun tonight!"

Jeanne ran a hand through her hair as she had let it go ever since lunch time. She stocked up the snack isle and simply tried not to tire herself out too much. The box cutter that was snuggled in her back pocket had managed to scratch her hands all over the place and she was feeling very upset over that too.

She sighed and rolled her shoulders as she heard a little bell over the door and soon one at the counter top. "One sec," she called out before stretching her arms and making her way to the counter. Her lips held a bright smile but soon faded upon the sight of red eyes, "Oh… hello." She blinked.

"Hey there," the boy spoke, "I wanted to talk to you, actually."

"There is not much to talk about." Jeanne deadpanned and looked down at the lottery tickets.

"Jeanne, I wanted to apologize."

"Apologize?" Jeanne's eyebrows knitted together, "It's alright, Gilgamesh. You don't need to."

The blond male sighed, "I do. I crossed the line, my father had been pestering me about it all morning and you were the first one I could take my anger out on. I didn't mean all I said, I was just trying to keep my image but it crumbled. I'm sorry."

Jeanne couldn't believe it. Gilgamesh, the Gilgamesh, was standing before her and apologizing. The one notorious for being the biggest jerk on the planet; the one and only. She blinked a couple of times for she was speechless. His excuse didn't satisfy her but she was glad that he took the time to seek her nonetheless.

"When do you finish your shift? I can take you out for Cheesecake as an apology. If you want." He seemed a tad bit flustered, but she had not even noticed it because he had been so casual about it.

"Uh, are you asking me on a date?" She had not even thought about what she had said, it had just come out of her mouth for no reason.

"What?" He looked at her with a shocked expression, "It's just to apologize." He quickly added, shaking his head in denial.

Jeanne looked at the clock and sighed, "Well," he was offering free cheesecake, "I get off in twenty minutes." She answered and looked down, "I forgive you." She added promptly. She always forgave and forget, it was what she was taught and truly believed.

"Thanks. So I'll wait outside. It's the Rolls Royce, you can just get in." He gave her a small smile and exited the store.

Upon the end of her shift, Jeanne slipped out of her uniform and walked out to the parking lot where the car was waiting for her. She had lent her car to her brother so she did not need to worry about it. The blonde had been planning to bus home, but since the male apologized and offered her cheesecake she couldn't turn that down for a rowdy bus.

She knocked on the passenger window and watched as he opened the door for her from the inside. The car was very, very nice and she almost felt like a queen inside of it, "You don't have to buy me anything, you do know that."

"I want to apologize, so cheesecake would be good to mend our friendship." He answered, "But I'm also going to buy you something nice to change into." His red eyes glanced over her black sweats and watermelon t-shirt.

She looked down at her attire and frowned, "Do I look that bad?"

"It's not that," he answered, "It's just that the place we're going to is very fancy." He started the car and drove out of the parking lot and into the street. They did not talk much in the car and once they had arrived at the mall, they entered a shop and he bought a rather expensive dress and pair of shoes for the female.

"You didn't have to buy this; I feel as if I'm using you…" She mumbled under her breath after leaving the fancy store with a baby blue dress on and ivory shoes.

The boy looked over at her, "You look gorgeous." He avoided what she had said, "Dresses look really nice on you. Let's go for the cheesecake now."

Jeanne sighed and gave him a nod, "Thank you."