A/n: Voila! I present to you a crappy, overdue chapter! Sorry about that, but please enjoy. ^^

If anybody at all had been paying attention to probably the least attention-seeking of all the new students that had suddenly popped up at the school recently, they might have noticed the extreme tension that had passed between her and Miku. But, of course, no one did.

As she sat- alone- in the back left corner of the classroom, same as usual, Gumi couldn't help but give a slight sigh of disappointment. She had tried to be peppy and stand out, but for some reason whenever she thought she had finally found a friend, Miku showed up and whisked them away…

'Maybe it's because I set her hair on fire that one time.' Gumi reflected, recalling the moment with a chuckle. It wasn't quite on purpose, but it hadn't quite been an accident either. I mean, who knew leeks went up in flame so gosh darn easily? All she wanted to do was roast them for a little while. They tasted better that way, especially compared to the raw ones her… what should she call Miku? Schoolmate, perhaps? Maybe rival? Anyways, they were just plain nasty uncooked. Wasn't her fault there just happened to be a flame on the burner just as she happened to lean over the stove. Or something like that.

Gumi paused for a moment, tapping a finger on her desk. 'Did that make any sense just now? Even to me? Hmm... Well, I couldn't really care less right now. I need some kinda friend that little witch won't be able to steal with her good looks... Preferably someone gay.' She paused, thoughts momentarily disrupted when a bouncy blond teen burst in through the door, immediately rushing over to glomp some non-responsive raven with glasses. 'Maybe not. That probably sounded kinda mean, anyways.'

She felt a tug on her sleeve and looked down, surprised to see what looked like a middle school student looking up at her with a slight misting of tears in his gigantic brown eyes while he clutched a pink stuffed bunny. He sniffled softly, as if on the edge of breaking down sobbing.

"C-can you help me find Takashi?" he whispered.

Gumi leaned down to give his hair a little ruffle. "Sure, honey. Is he your older brother?" she asked, assuming the obviously lost child came in search of a sibling.

Instead of nodding and telling her his brother's class number like she expected, the boy shook his head with clear confusion. "Nope. He's my kouhai*."

"K-kouhai? So he's younger than you? This is a high school, why are you looking here?" she wondered aloud, startled by the confession. This kid was either more lost than she had previously thought or a little off in the head.

Unfortunately, he looked just as bewildered. "Cause he's a third year, miss."

A/n: This will be a kind of side story, since the story needs more characters than just the two pairs of twins, but it should stay separate (at least slightly) for a little while longer.