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Maru grinned a toothy smile. It was Mr. Delinquent from before. "Oh, hello. Have you come to give me the candy you owe me?" she asked.

The class gasped for some reason, making Maru turn towards them, and frown. "How rude, I was just asking the boy if he came to give me the candy he needs to give to me."

The boy glared at her. "I don't owe you anything. You're the one who pushed me over."

"Actually," countered Maru, "If I remember correctly, it was you who stopped in front of me, causing me to walk into you, which in turn led to your hilarious and obvious discomfort on the ground. So, yes, candy is indeed owed."

The boy suddenly tensed, like a lion about to pounce on his prey, but the teacher interrupted our little tangle. "Now, now, let's all be nice-"

Before the teacher could say anything, the boy turned from his spot in the front of the room, and Maru shifted in her chair, and they both yelled out, in unison, "Shut up!"

The teacher froze, and then a dark cloud seemed to wash over him. "Both of you go to the faculty office NOW!"

I bit my lips together to stop myself from laughing. Quietly, I stood up, and followed the delinquent boy out of the room. We began our somewhat long journey to the faculty office. About halfway there, I caught up to the boy who was walking much faster than I would have liked.

As I fell into pace beside him, I asked, "So, what's your name?"

As I'd suspected he would, he ignored me. I waved my hand in front of his face. "Hello? Helllloooooo? Are you in this shell of a body that is walking beside me right now?"

I could almost see an annoyed vein in his head, so I kept pressing. "Well? What is it? If you can't tell me, it must be some girl's name like Tsukiko. Imagine that as a boys name! Hah! So? Huh, huh? What is it? Maybe it's Satsuki. Or maybe-"

"Oh my gosh! Just shut up! My name's Gakusha Mitsuo. There, happy?"

"Quite," she replied. "Thank you. My name's Anami Maru. Feel free to use any of the two names you want."

Mitsuo grunted. They had barely walked three steps in silence, when he asked, in a rather gruff voice, "So why are you here?"

"Ah, well you know, family problems. I'm now living with my mother's friends. Light-kun, you know him?"

"Oh, the Yagami show off. Yeah, everyone around here knows him," said Mitsuo, rolling his eyes, and looking quite a bit jealous as he said it.

"Let me guess, he's stolen more than his share of girls?" I asked, with a slight smile on my face.

"Of course he has, the greedy moron. All he ever does is make girls swoon," said a frustrated Mitsuo.

Maru covered her smirk by a cough, and said, smiling, "So you're jealous of him?"

Mistuo spluttered indignantly, and said, pridefully, "Of course not. Why would I be jealous of him? I mean, sure he's really good looking, and can get any girl he wants, and has scarily good grades..."

"Yeah, so you're jealous of him?" Maru asked, again.

Mistuo sighed. "Yeah."

"Hm... So, what's your favorite color?" Maru asked suddenly.

"What?" asked Mitsuo, incredulously. "Why are you asking something like that?"

"No reason, really. I'm just getting to know you. Speaking of which, do you really want to go to the faculty office?"

Mistuo looked at her strangely. "Not really."

"Good. Come on, I saw this really cute shop on my way to school, and I wanted to check it out," Maru said, grinning as she grabbed Mitsuo's arm and led him away.

"Are you serious. This is the 'cute' shop you saw on the way here?" Mistuo asked, while staring at the venue. He ran a hand through his straight, black hair. "Well, I should've guessed seeing as you're dressed as though you were attacked by a maniac with a knife."

Maru put her hands on her hips, and said, "Maniac with a knife? Really?"

"I'm not joking. That's the first thing that popped into my head when I first saw you," he said, a grin on his face.

Maru made a sound of indignance, but grin all the same. "So, Gakusha-kun-"

"Just call me Mitsuo. I hate my last name."

"Okay, so Mistuo-kun, you coming, or are you too chicken to come in?" Maru taunted.

Mitsuo sighed, and followed Maru into the store. It was a quaint little store... from the outside. The only the only thing that betrayed the cute black lace curtains in the windows of the shop was the large sign in the shop window, saying Policy Black: Up to 40% off of selected items!

"Policy Black?" asked Mitsuo.

"Name of the store," shrugged Maru.

Mitsuo rolled his eyes, and followed Maru into the shop. From the outside, the shop looked tiny, but once you were actually inside, it was anything but. There was another entire floor below the first floor, and in all the whole shop must've been able to shelve an entire department store in it.

Maru rushed inside excitedly, and twirled around slowly, drinking in the selections. Maru saw Mitsuo look around uncertainly, and then blush as he saw a very... inappropriate corset.

Maru laughed at him, and said, "I take it you haven't been in a women's store before?"

"Of course I have," he said, still blushing, and now looking anywhere but the corset.

"Right," she said, stretching the word in a sarcastic manner.

Mitsuo didn't say anything, but instead rolled his eyes and looked away.

"Can I help you guys?"

Maru spun around, auburn hair whipping around with her sudden movement, and stared at the newcomer. She was obviously one of the employees, as she was wearing a black apron, with 'Policy Black' stitched in silver thread on her chest. She was popping a piece of gum that matched with her equally red lips, and her beige colored eyes showed only disdain for Maru, and a slight interest for Mitsuo.

"No thanks, I was just browsing," said Maru, raising an eyebrow at the woman's name tag, which literally said 'Shove Off' in a more... extravagant word selection.

The lady, noticing Maru's gaze, grinned unexpectedly, and said, "It gives a good impression."

Maru laughed, thinking, we could definitely get along. "I can see that. If the impression you're aiming for is a stuck up-"

Maru was interrupted by the woman giving out her hand to Maru to shake. Maru hesitated for a moment, confused by the foreign gesture, but took her hand all the same, and shook.

"I think we'll definitely be able to get along," said the lady. "My name is Hitatane Mitsuki."

"Anami Maru," said Maru.

"Well Anami-san, now I'm serious. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Well... I was in need of a new black corset, and perhaps a new black linen Buccaneer shirt. My old one got a rip in it," said Maru.

"I know, right? They rip so easily. I have to buy a new one, like, every single month," Mitsuki stormed. "They seriously made them really bad, but what can you do, right? You gotta love 'em."

"Exactly," said Maru, and the two women left Mistuo, completely forgotten, wondering just what in the world he'd gotten himself into...

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