Note: This was written for the Zexal Flash Bingo challenge, for the prompt "Proctorshipping (Gauche/Droite)".
Gauche leaned his weight on the lid of his suitcase and fumbled with the latches in a vain attempt to force them closed. The suitcase slithered out of his grip, apparently of its own volition, and skidded off the edge of his bed, hitting the floor and spilling clothes everywhere.
"Dammit!" he shouted.
A soft clicking of heels on the floor announced Droite's arrival. She scanned the mess on the floor with a jaundiced eye and sighed audibly.
"Oh, honestly," she said. "Perhaps if you folded your clothes first..."
"What difference does that make? They'll be the same size either way, won't they?" he demanded.
Droite merely rolled her eyes and began picking up clothes, folding them with deft movements and tucking the efficiently into the suitcase. They did seem to take up less space this way.
"Magic," he muttered. "It's gotta be."
Droite merely gave him a tolerant smile and went back to packing. He watched her as she worked, trying to memorize each detail. After all, he had no idea when he'd see her again.
Leaving her behind was going to be a wrench. The two of them had been together so long that he could barely remember a time when she hadn't been his companion, his protector, his voice of reason, his fiercest rival and best friend. She'd been the girl he'd dreamed of when he'd first started to wake up to the possibilities that women offered. They'd had their first experimental kisses together, both of them staunchly insisting that "it doesn't mean anything, it's just for practice." There was no one on earth whose company he preferred, and no one who knew him as well as she did.
He was still going to leave. He'd had enough of Heartland City to last a lifetime, and he'd promised himself that if he ever got the chance, he was going to go and never look back. There was a big world out there, and he was determined to see it.
No matter what he had to leave behind.
"There," said Droite, standing back with a look of satisfaction. Gauche looked at her handiwork. Somehow, she'd managed to get all his belongings into the case with room to spare.
"I don't know how I'm going to get by without you," he said.
She gave him a quizzical look. "Why would you have to do that?"
"Why would...?" He trailed off, spluttering. "I'm leaving, ain't I?"
"Yes," she said patiently. "And so am I."
He gawped at her. "You... but... you were staying!"
"I don't recall saying that," she answered mildly.
"I thought for sure you'd be staying here with..." He waved a hand vaguely.
"With Kaito, you mean?" she asked. She shook her head. "He doesn't need me anymore. He has friends of his own now."
"So, what are you planning to do?" he asked.
"I'm going to go where I'm needed," she said. She patted his arm and smiled at him. "After all, what would you do without me?"