A/N: Have you ever just re-read your fic and suddenly realised how stupid it sounds?

Anywho, I'm sorry for the extremely late update. I'm in my final year of high school, so I've got quite a lot on my plate. I also have to admit that I lost inspiration for a while, especially since Frozen came out. Until recently, the CFV episodes weren't that… Captivating my attention anymore – I dare admit that they kind of bored me; but since the beginning of 2014, they've really picked up, and I'm intrigued by the show once more! :D

Everyone who's been asking me to update – Here you go! Sorry for the wait!

CFV Society – Haha, thanks~ I was wondering why those cards were stalking me…

Guest – I'm not sure. I haven't been touching the fic until now. Maybe it was a website error?

Ronin Warriors Fanatic – Having the same past doesn't always equal romance. To have an actual romance, you need to develop the relationships between that characters in various ways by having them interact often – which is something Kai and Misaki rarely, if ever, do (Although, now that there's Legion Mate, they may very well get some development). Also, I doubt I've offended anyone by stating that I don't ship what they ship; I haven't said anything bad about the parings, after all. I'm not sure why shippers of those pairings would even be reading this fic in the first place XD. I'm glad you think this fic is good, though~ (:

Dizzy Gear – Oh geez, you're too much! My writing skills are quite lacking in comparison to most others on this site (Well, the ones around their late teens, that is). It makes me happy to see that you like this story. I'm an extremely canon-strict person, so I try to keep all the characters as in-character as possible. :)

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Aichi had been dreading this moment for the entire day. There he stood, motionless, outside the entrance to the classroom currently occupied by the members of the Cardfight Club as his azure eyes stared anxiously at the wooden barrier that separated him from what could possibly be the most awkward encounter of his entire life.

Ever since he left for school that morning, the young cardfighter had been going out of his way to avoid his lilac-haired, maybe-not-really "girlfriend" at all costs - at least until noon. This included leaving the house early; waving his hands frantically at Shin as the manager spotted him sneaking past Card Capital, who thankfully got the memo and stopped mid-sentence as he began to call Misaki down, and avoiding the larger hallways – even to the extent of eating his lunch in the classroom as opposed to running off to eat with Shingo and Naoki as he usually did.

Now, however, Aichi could not escape. Of course, he could have just dashed home and made up an excuse as to why he could not go, but that would leave the problem of the days after, and he couldn't possibly keep away from the club forever.

"Better now than never." Aichi thought, tentatively placing his hand on the doorknob as if it were made of ice. Inhaling a large amount of air, he turned the knob, pushed the door open and stepped in as he drew his eyes from his hand and gazed into the room. Eight pairs of eyes immediately shot in his direction. Naoki and Shingo's from their routine cardfight at one of the font desks, Kourin's from the teacher's desk, and the eyes he dare not meet from Misaki at the windows on the opposite side of the room. Aichi silently thanked her for not being at the front of the room for once.

"Good afternoon, Aichi." Kourin greeted, green eyes gazing at him with intrigue.

Aichi gulped. The teen idol would have certainly noticed his strange behaviour today – being in the same class and all – and would most definitely find a way to subtly question him about it later.

"Hello." The boy spoke back, trying his best to seem as not-nervous as possible. Obviously he had not been doing a good job, since almost immediately Naoki had ditched his game and strolled over to his friend, ready to complain about the lack of social interaction with him that day.

"What's with you? You didn't show for lunch! In fact, I haven't seen you all day!"

"I was… Busy." Aichi replied, looking up at Misaki for a sliver of a second as he placed his bag down. Luckily, the older girl had turned her attention to the view outside the window.

The flaming red-head huffed as he shifted his body into Aichi's sight, blocking his view of the girl. "Busy with what?"

"…Things."

"What sort of things?" Naoki pushed stubbornly. He was going to get his answers even if he had to banter all afternoon!

"Just… Things."

"Just tell me-"

"Enough!"

The distinct sound of an annoyed female voice sounded from the other side of the room. Naoki froze, knowing very well who that voice belonged to. He stiffly shifted around, looking very much like a scolded dog as Aichi blinked. Misaki was making her way over, arms folded and a deepened scowl on her face.

"B-B-Boss Lady!" Naoki stuttered as the senior approached, her irritation clearly directed at him.

"If Aichi doesn't want to inform you of the reason behind his actions today, then he doesn't have to." Misaki said, her cold, blue gaze making Naoki shrink even smaller in his skin. "Some matters are best left… Undiscussed."

Aichi turned his eyes away. He'd unfortunately caught the lilac-haired cardfighter's stare as she spoke the last word, and as before, could not find the nerve to look her directly in the eyes. Quite frankly, he was surprised that she hadn't brought up the topic of yesterday's events, nor was she acting on her previous claim. In fact, she was acting quite normal; as if nothing close to a confession had ever happened.

"Was that just one-time thing? Maybe she was sick…" The boy's thoughts trailed windingly down that notion, questioning each possible explanation to Misaki's apparent indifference to her actions, and the words themselves. Why would she say such a thing? They were close friends, sure, and the impassive girl was always ready to spring to his aid without question whenever he was in the need, but he'd never once noticed any sort of clue that she liked him – not in that fashion, at least.

No, that was unbelievable idea! There was no way Misaki could possibly have feelings for him… Right?

Aichi was broken out of his thoughts by the same woman who had been clouding his mind for the last day, her soft hand resting lightly on his shoulder as she shook him. Oddly enough, that touch still comforted him; even when the hand's owner was the cause of his skittishness.

He shook his head as he slowly seeped back into reality, a confused hum escaping his lips as he felt the entire club's questioning eyes resting upon him. A shiver sped coldly down his spine as he realised that he'd been frozen, staring blankly ahead for a short while.

It was then that Kourin decided to leave her place at the desk and stroll over, arms folded and gaze judging as she opened her mouth to speak. "As much as I agree with Misaki over here, I would also like to know the reason behind Aichi's attitude today. It's affecting the club's performance."

Oh boy, here comes Kourin's cross-examination. He had to find a way to wriggle himself out of this situation! As much as he trusted his beloved friends – and he did trust them, more than anything – Aichi really didn't want them to hear about what had happened the day before. It was way too embarrassing, and he wasn't sure if he could deal with the pressure of the questions they would ask.

Biting his lip, the blue-haired teen drew his eyes to the side, catching a glimpse of the delicate hand that had just began to slide away from his sleeve. There was only one way he was going to get out of this, and it was via the one thing Aichi had been avoiding like the plague for the entire day – Talking to the one who caused the awkwardness in the first place.

"Misaki-san… Can I talk to you, please? Alone?"

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A/N: Welp, here you go! Chapter three!

I loved Link Joker, it's my favourite season yet, and also produced the opening that finally bumped Believe In My Existence off my #1 favourite spot! Legion Mate's getting quite exciting! (Though I'm going to miss Aichi while he's not the protagonist)

I'll try to post more often, but don't hold your breath! (I'm so sorry, again!)