It had been only about a week since Kojiro Sasahara had taken me on a date. Surprisingly, a lot had changed. I felt a little more comfortable showing my tender side to Kojiro, but I still had trouble sometimes. Thanks to Weboshi and Fe-chan, half the school now knew about me and Kojiro. I could still remember the day they teased the information out of me.

"Come on, Misato!" Weboshi said.

"Tell us what happened!" She demanded, trying to force me to look at her despite me turning my face away.

"Alright, Fine! But you two need to keep quiet about it, all right?" I shouted.

They both sat in anticipation for what they were sure would be an excellent story.

I gave them the abridged version, leaving out, of course, what I considered were the best parts. After I had finished, both of them continued to look at me like I was the star of some cheesy romance fanfic that a crazy otaku had written out of pure boredom.

"W-what?" I asked after what I was sure was long enough of their gawking.

"Oh, it's just so beautiful!" Fe-chan said with a sigh.

"You two are just so perfect for each other! Like a fairy tale!" Ever heard of a CIS 50MG? It's a gas-operated, air-cooled, belt fed heavy machine gun that I just so happened to have up my sleeve. But only for about a moment after she spoke, then I took it out and proceeded to fire the weapon at her like I was in a nuclear war zone.

"Perfect?" I shouted after I had abandoned the weapon, in favor of an attempt to strangle her to death with my bear hands.

"I never said that I loved him, did I? I never said that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, did I?" I screamed.

"W-well I'm sure you'll make a wonderful mother one day…" She gasped with the last bit of air she had left as I tried to rip her head off.

"M-m-mother?...!" I repeated, loosening my grip and falling onto the floor. Mothering… That involved bearing children…didn't it? After that, I lost consciousness, and don't really remember what happened. Whatever happened, they must have both decided to break their "keep it quiet" promise. Now, half the school would turn and stare whenever we were in the same room. Well, maybe this was a good thing. Maybe this way, I could learn to be more open about my feelings for Sasahara. I could still vividly recall that day in the woods where he had kissed me. Of course, when I did think about it my whole face turned red, and I lost track of what I had been doing before, even if it was something as simple as walking to class in the morning.

"Oof!" Said a short blue haired girl as she bumped into me. The impact forced her to drop the notebooks she was carrying.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I apologized. "Let me help you." I said, reaching for the book nearest me. With the reflexes of a wild cat, she snatched the book away and held it against her chest like it was her life-force.

"No, I got it." She said, and standing up again. For the first time our eyes met. Her expression changed from that of gratitude, to surprise, to a horrible sad glare.

"Umm. Hey, what's the matter?" I asked. More confused now than I had been in months. She didn't answer. She only took her notebooks, and ran off screaming. I stood there in the hallway, and hoped that no one would file harassment. What did I do? I asked myself a million times. I must have done something, that at least was clear. When I arrived at class, Sasahara wasn't there. He must have gotten a cold or something stupid that only a high class citizen would make a big deal out of. I spent most of the school day balancing a pencil between my nose and upper lip. After school, I decided to head straight home. Might as well catch up on my homework, right? As I walked out the school gate with the other students.

"Ummm…Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?" Came a voice from behind. I turned around, and there stood the same blue haired shorty with pigtails. She had stopped crying, but had the same sad look on her face.

"Umm, sure." I answered. Apparently, it was important. She led me back behind the school and stood by the side of the building. I waited for her to say something… A lot of time passed, she didn't say anything. It was getting kind of awkward, so I broke the silence.

"I'm sorry if I upset you when I bumped into you in the hallway." I apologized.

"I've had a lot on my mind recently." She completely ignored my small talk and suddenly found the courage to get to the point.

"So, is it true?" She asked. I stared at her blankly.

"Is what true?" I asked back.

"Is it true what everyone says? That… You and Sasahara-senpai…" I finally understood. So, she had a crush on Kojiro. I felt a mixture of rivalry, and sympathy. Rivalry, obviously because she had a thing for Kojiro, my (I hesitated to call him) boyfriend. And sympathy, because it was clear that she had felt this way about him for a while now, and had only worked up the courage to tell anyone now. I felt sorry for her. I swallowed and answered.

"Yes, it's true." I said, unable to say anymore. Immediately after I spoke, she started hitting me with all the force her tiny body had. I didn't ever bring shields with me in my arsenal, so I had nothing to block with but my arms.

"Hey! Stop!" I shouted. Finally, I found an opening in her punches, I threw a punch of my own at her head, which was the only thing unprotected. She fell down onto the pavement with blood dripping from her mouth. I was bruised a bit myself.

"It's not fair! Why do you get to be with Sasahara?" She asked, pulling herself up off of the ground. I had no answer for her. To be honest, I really didn't know why Kojiro had chosen me.

"Do you even know how long I've loved him?" She yelled. "I bet you haven't even cared about Sasahara as much as I do every day!" She Screamed. Suddenly, I felt a switch flick, as I got in touch with my competitive side.

"Oh yeah?" I shouted back angrily.

"Have you ever even met Sasahara?" I asked. She broke her glare only for a moment, which I translated as a "no, she hadn't".

"I won't give up easily! And I won't play fair! From now on, I'll make sure to pour my love on Sasahara!" She challenged.

"Fine! If you insist on this, I'll fight you. And I won't lose!" I yelled. We glared at each other until we both turned and walked our separate ways. There was no way I'd lose Sasahara to that blue-haired freak. The war had begun.