Game of Love

Chapter 1

Here goes Chapter 1!

Oh, a disclaimer~

I don't own any of the animes and each of its characters to be mentioned in the story. I also don't own Vocaloid or the songs and characters(?) to be mentioned in the next chapters.

Aaaaaaand the whole chapter will be Roxie's POV.

Enjoy! ^_^

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Sigh. Boring.

There was never a day where Math wasn't boring.

Mind you, our teacher's strict. She can even hear the slightest of whispers and murmurs.

"Psst," I hear as I look to my right without moving my head.

This is my best friend, Nelie. She's practically the only one I share my anime crushes and otaku dreams with, thus we became besties.

"Hey, Rox. You're bored out of your mind, I can tell." She continues on, so I quickly place a finger on my hand gesturing her to keep quiet. She tilts her head curiously as I scribble on the back page of my notebook, then flash it at her.

[Stop trying to act like Izaya; you're not as good a mind reader as he is. >_> ]

She pouts as she does the same, and I read the rather smaller text than mine:

[Ouch, that hurts. I'm not even trying to act like him. He's too cool for me to do so... :( ]

I slightly giggle, but I abruptly stop as I hear the bellowing voice of Ms. Monster.

"Would you share what you might be talking about, in those notebooks?" She had her scary-ish face on.

Well, crap, so much for talking Durarara stuff in a Shizuo-ish teacher's period. Nah, she doesn't throw things around - except the board eraser to people's heads - or anything, but she easily gets mad at some times. Fortunately this isn't one of those.

"Sorry, Ma'am," I immediately close my notebook and sit up straight.

"You can talk with your friend, but not in my class, alright?" She now announces while smiling genuinely. Just, eh?

"Yes, ma'am," everyone responds quite gloomily.

"Good," she walks on back to the board. "Moving on..."

I mouth something at Nelie along the lines of "You got us in big trouble," and I earned a slightly high-pitched but barely audible "What?" from her. I end up just waving my hand up and down, surprisingly finding myself listening to Ms. Heiwajima's lecture. And no, she isn't Shizuo's wife. Never will she be; Shizuo's mine. Ahahaha, kidding. He's for Izaya. Kidding. (￣▽￣)

*riiiiiing!~*

"Okay, there's the bell. You may have your breaktime now."

The sentences made the classroom fill with "yay"s and "whoo"s. Just as expected from the second noisiest class. Ah well.

I head towards the locker and put back my notebook, in return taking my Biology one and a manga I just bought yesterday.

"Cool, new one!" Nelie sneaks up behind me, shocking me as I reach to tighten my grip on the manga that could have fallen to the ground.

"Stop that!" I grin and lock my manga-and-poster-filled locker. I've been collecting those since the last three years as a high schooler. "You do know my weakness, huh?"

"Of course, ain't I your best otaku friend forever?" She smiled back.

"BOFF," I make the last four words into an acronym and giggle at how weird it sounds.