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Hearts on Shuffle
Chapter five: Gugure Kasu
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A/n: I keep getting inspired by certain songs during school. This one is AU, yes.
Special thanks to 0BlAcK0RaVe0 and KuriSari for the reviews!
Yes I changed the fic title. You like?
Rating: Teen
Genre: Romance/Humor
Disclaimer: The owner of Soul Eater is Atsushi Ōkubo. Hearts on Shuffle belongs to me, Sakumie Tenshi. “Gugure Kasu” is by Vocaloids Luka and Gakupo. ForumGeek is a real site but this fan fiction is in no way associated with it (in other words, I made it up). I gain nothing material by writing this and do it solely for fun.
Beta(s): N/A
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5) Gugure Kasu – Luka Megurine and Gakupo Kamui
“Please stop talking to me.” was the statement Kid typed into the Reply box, only to delete all evidence he had behaved rudely. The frustrated adolescent tapped his fingers impatiently on his computer desk. “Don’t say such things.” he typed partially, then backspaced until the Reply box taunted him with its blaring devoid of useful retorts.
‘What am I supposed to say to someone so oblivious without hurting their feelings?’ he asked himself for the 8th time in a row. ‘One more doubt and I’ll drive myself crazy.’
He refreshed the private forum page to reveal a new comment by the exact person he wanted to be rid of: anonghost
For days (2 weeks, 2 days, 4 hours, and 38 minutes to be exact) he had been pestered by this unknown person who had either hacked into the forum or been invited by one of his friends without anyone informing him. This person was apparently harmless, but an annoyance for Kid who was asked a barrage of questions daily, ranging from favorite colors to what he was wearing.
“y don’t u talk 2 me” the pest asked in the forum.
“Please don’t ask me why.” Kid quickly replied without thoroughly thinking over the words. ‘I just want this to stop.’ He sighed in frustration.
anonghost: i want 2 b freinds
He cringed at the atrocious spelling and lack of punctuation and capitalization. ‘English isn’t their best. Or else they simply don’t care. I hate that.’ Pushing manners aside for the moment, he replied, “Go find friends elsewhere.” His frustration was increasing to a bursting point. He’d been putting up politely with this unknown person for far more time than he wished to deal with.
anonghost: wat do u thenk of me
Feeling particularly unsympathetic and peeved Kid replied sarcastically.
8KID8: Go Google it.
For the following 23 minutes he wondered if the person had finally left. Then another reply came.
anonghost: i dont no wat 2 do……………………….i lyk u but u hayt me
For the following 23 minutes he wondered if the person had finally left. Then another reply came.
anonghost: i dont no wat 2 do……………………….i lyk u but u hate me
Though still annoyed, and quite frankly exasperated with worry it would never stop, the OCD-driven boy felt guilty. This person seemed to simply be lonely.
8KID8: But you don’t know me. Who are you?
anonghost: i want 2 no u
i cant tel u
8KID8: You can’t know me if I don’t know you.
anonghost: if u new u wud hate me mor
8KID8: Just tell me. I’ll answer one of your questions.
anonghost: anser ferst
do u hav luv
8KID8: … I’m not sure what you’re asking.
Do I have love? You mean am I in a relationship?
anonghost: yes
8KID8: No. Now tell me who you are.
Yet another pause, only shorter.
anonghost: i rly lyk u
8KID8: You don’t even know me. We just went over this.
Kid massaged his temples in further irritation with another heavy sigh. This certainly wasn’t ending easily.
anonghost: i no u shinigami-kun
8KID8: Yes well, you don’t
Wait. He deleted what he had been typing and reread anonghost’s last reply. Shinigami-kun. There was only one person who called him that; Crona Gorgon. When they’d first been introduced, his friends had introduced him jokingly as “Shinigami the 2nd”, referring to his family name Death and fascination with Japanese mythology. Only Crona preferred to call him Shinigami-kun, not completely understanding the joke.
Kid went pale in shock only for all the blood fueling his heart alone to rush back into his face in the form of a blush.
8KID8: Crona. Is that you?
anonghost: jonav dh[hgreeoa;vd
“...the Hell?”
Same time -- Death City’s Local Library
A flustered girl received strange glances and glares after slamming her hands then head on her keyboard. “So...stupid!” she criticized herself in a hiss. She hadn’t wanted him to know yet, not until she was sure he wouldn’t react poorly. Of course, she was much too terrified to confront him about her progressive feelings, even if not face to face.
Then, as if Life wanted Crona’s day to worsen for comic effect, she had the belated realization that all her posts were visible to her other friends. They were visible to her over-protective friend Maka. And she had no clue how to delete them.
Suddenly skipping school sounded like the perfect action to take for as long as possible.
The pinkette lifted her head that now had faint, red imprints of squares covering it. With tear-rimmed stormy eyes, she stared off over the roofs of the computers, not comprehending what she viewed as everything blurred in her loss of focus. Looking back at the computer screen where she’d revealed much more than she had meant, she reluctantly refreshed the page.
8KID8: Are you okay?
Her breathing hitched only to relax a bit shortly afterwards. Anxiety over what he thought of her now sickened her. She had no idea how to reply and just wanted to leave, to hide forever.
anonghost: go google it
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Needless to say (though to settle any doubts it shall be said), the next day Crona could not be found at school. When school ended, Maka called their shared group of friends (Crona didn’t have a cell and wasn’t allowed to use the home phone) in case they knew Crona’s whereabouts. Liz had no clue, Tsubaki said she’d “keep an eye out”, Soul said if she didn’t know then he certainly didn’t, and Black Star didn’t answer (most likely at Athletics Club). Patty (also in Athletics Club) had the decency to call Maka back and suggest asking Kid.
However, Kid would not answer. “Okay, something is definitely up. Kid always answers.” Maka affirmed to herself. Then she received a text.
10/24/11 3:31 PM
From: Soul
Find her yet?
10/24/11 3:32 PM
From: Maka
Not exactly. I’m checking online.
As quickly as she could, she logged onto her ForumGeek account and checked for updates in her threads. She saw several on her friend-only post, which she’d invited Crona to.
“…oh…my God.”
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Tat, tat, tat, tat, tat, tat, tat, tat.
“Crona! Answer the damn door!” Kid heard someone, presumably a man, yell from behind the door he’d just knocked on.
After a minute the door creaked open a few inches.
“Hey, Crona, you wer-“
SLAM!
“…eh.” Kid stared blankly at the door that had just been slammed in his face. Then he knocked again.
The door opened with its grating squeak only an inch, and the ebony-haired boy could see bits of Crona’s bright hair.
“Listen, I’m not mad if that’s what you think. I want to talk to you. You weren’t at school and I was…honestly worried.”
A few sniffles and shuffles sounded from behind the entrance before Crona stepped out. “B-be quite…please. Or they’ll hear…” she requested after shutting the door, head tilted downward.
“So, uh… You’re anonghost.”
Crona sighed and chewed on her bottom lip, still refusing to look at him.
“Please don’t feel embarrassed. You’re not the first to flirt with me.”
Her already blushing face reddened and her boney shoulders sagged. “Oh…”
‘Oooh that just made it worse…’ “We’re still…friends.” He watched Crona’s already poor posture crumple further against the door with a whimper. ‘Damn. Everything I say makes it worse! Why must Crona be so sensitive?!’ “Listen,” he said putting a hand on her shoulder. “I don’t mind if you like me.”
Tentatively, the pinkette lifted her head enough to look at him. "Do-... Do you like me?"
A warm shiver raced through Kid’s body. "I do, actually."
Crona's head jerked up with eyes widened in surprise. "Bu-bu-but you hated me!"
"I never hated you." He cocked his head to the side with an incredulous look. "Yes, you've annoyed me many times, but I've never hated you. You’re not like anyone else.”
For some reason, him saying that made her want to smile. “Th-that’s good, right?”
Kid smiled. “I think so.”
With an ever deepening blush, she smiled for the first time in days. “Better go no-“
“Crona!” a strikingly feminine voice cut off her words. The couple turned to see Maka waving widely at them as she ran. “Why didn’t you tell me you liked Kid?!”
Now Kid blushed as well in embarrassment at Maka not only knowing but yelling it for anyone to hear.
“M-Maka! Wh-what’re you-?!” Once again Crona’s words were interrupted when Maka finally reached them, effectively slamming Kid into the door and barely missing Crona who watched in terrified confusion.
“How could you be so mean to Crona, huh?! It’s all your fault she didn’t come to school! And now you have the nerve to go to her house? How do you even know where she lives?!”
“Maka, please stop…! Shinigami-kun didn’t do a-anything!”
“I read the posts, Crona, I know what happened.” Maka stated in a chiding tone before glaring at Kid. “You better be here to apologize to her!”
“Apologize? Really? For what?!” It seemed the pestering would never end for this particular boy. “You’re rushing to conclusions!”
“I’m only doing what’s best for my friend.” she replied sternly.
“Then. Get. Off.” Kid glared in return.
Reluctantly, she backed off but sustained the glower. “So what’re you going to do?”
“That would be Crona’s choice, really.”
“A-ah! N-no, I…!” Crona flailed her arms at them in defense.
Frighteningly quick, Maka smiled and said, “It’s okay. I’ll only be mad at Kid. I know you only mean well.”
“I wanna…I wanna…” Crona looked down and twisted the edge of her shirt.
“If you’d like, we could go out some time.” Kid suggested, taking hold of her chilled hand.
“O-oh, um…” She looked away, not able to deal with his intent stare. He was certainly forward when Maka was around…
“We’ll go anywhere you like.” He smiled alluringly as he came so close their noses nearly brushed.
“Okay, this is really...really...weird.” Maka grumbled, rubbing her temples. “I just wanna know... When do you start feeling this way? And why didn't you tell me?” A pout formed on her face of feigned offense.
“U-um, b-because...” Crona twirled her fingers nervously.
“Go Google it.” Kid replied instead, with an expression between boredom and irritation.
Crona glanced at him then Maka in fear of what was to come. They were both so headstrong...
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“Hey Maka, Crona's still missing right? Kid is too. What's the deal?” Soul asked the next day at school.
“Oh nothing. They just don't wanna see me after yesterday.” the sandy blonde replied, not straying her green eyes from her literature.
“And why would that be?” He had a bad feeling.
“Well. Apparently Crona likes Kid, and via versa. So. I made them Google and read articles on relationships.” she said then casually flipped to the next page.
“Uh-huh. That's not all of it, is it?”
“You know me too well.” she smirked.
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“No one should have to read Cosmopolitan...” Kid murmured in horrification. “I never wanted to learn this much about women.”
“Why are there s-so many p-pic-pictures...?!” Crona covered her eyes and trembled.
Author's Note: Why a forum instead of chat? Because I can, that’s why.
This was much longer than expected. And can’t you see Kid rushing into things trying to prove he’s right? XD I hope I did okay. I’ve been having trouble writing lately…
Please review so I know what you like, hate, want and all that wonderful jazz.
