Himi-San: OMG! Hi guys! This is me first story!
Amu: Don't we already know that?
Himi-San: I wasn't talking to you guys, I was talking to the readers!
Utau: Super, now get on with the damn story!
Himi-San: Shut up, and let me finish my intro then.
Rima: Fine, fine, fine!
Himi-San: You know what? I don't remember what I was going to say.
Amu, Utau, Rima: SERIOUSLY!
(NOTE: This chapter is told in Rima's point of view)
I woke up in the morning, unhappy, as usual. I wasn't up for a school day, really. I pushed myself to get out of bed, and opened my curtains. The sun shown right into my dark brown eyes, making me trip up backward. I slammed my head into the bedpost. I had an intense headache after that. In case you cannot tell, I'm the down-sided person. Although keeping balance is something I care most about, I am very clumsy at times unknown. I rubbed my head softly, as I grasped the post to pull myself upright.
I got dressed slowly and carefully, just like every other morning. I looked around the room for my hairbrush. I couldn't find it anywhere. I walked up and down the hall, room after room. My parents weren't home for the week. They had gone on a buisness meeting in Mongolia. Instead of saying goodbye to their child and leaving a set of instructions, they left a note, tapped it to the fridge, and drove off without a word. It wouldn't suprise me if they never came back. I broke the thought from my mind, and continued to look for m hairbrush.
There came a knock at the door. I opened it to see Nagihiko, starring at my demonated hair. I shoved a hat over my head as he began speaking, "Hello, Rima-San!" He said enthusiasticly, as he picked up my hand, and kissed it softly. I was not amussed, not even a bit of blush came to my cheeks. Nagihiko got the picture, letting my hand fall willingly to my side. "Good morning Nagihiko," I said, in a deprived-of-sunlight kind of mood, "And what might you be doing at my house?" I talked in a depressed, yet fancily type of way. Using words that would make the ordinary second grader cry with disbelief. Nagihiko stepped inside. He lifted the hat from my head.
"By any chance, were you going to brush your hair?" Nagihiko said with a bit of a chuckle. I sighed underminingly, "I can't find my hairbrush," I replied, "and my parents are off on a buisness meeting." Nagihiko embrassed me with a quick hug, and walked into the living room without warning. "Why don't we look for your brush?" He stated, rumaging through our storage. I lifted my hand to stop him, but he interrupted with another statement, "Where did you last see it?" I thought heavily, but something caught my eye in the kitchen window. There was a dark figure, wearing black clothing, and a mask over his face. He ducked down, noticing that I'd seen him. Nagihiko noticed I was focused on the window. "What is it?" He asked, lifting his head out of a storage basket. I looked back at him, and shuttered a bit, "Oh nothing!" I said jittery-like, "D-d-did you find my hairbrush?" Nagihiko through my brush right into the flower vase down the hall, "Oops," He stammered, trying to smile as I glared at him evily. I grabbed his wrist, and pushed him out the door, slamming it in his face. I came out a few minutes later with my hair combed, and my spirit shrunken.
Nagihiko and I walked through the school gates, eyes starring. We were part of the gaurdians, so it was just like a normal day. We just continued to walk toward the greenhouse for our morning meeting. Tadase and Yaya were waiting inside for the rest of us. "Good morning Rima-San! You too, Nagihiko!" Tadase bowed graduatily toward us both. Yaya instead, jumped us, arms open. "Good morning Nagi! Rima!" She cheered happily, cheeks big and rosey. I had to laugh a little, as did Nagi. "Where are Amu-Chan and Kukai?" Nagihiko asked, Yaya's arms still wrapped around him. "Amu-Chan couldn't come today, because she's-" "SICK!" Someone shouted. Kukai jumped up behind Tadase, making him shiver. Kukai laughed intensly. "It's not very funny," I gloomed, "In fact, it's more childish than anything!" Kukai gave a destrought face, a little smug, "And who are you to say what I can and cannot do?" He said it fancy-like, just to take a prick at me. My eyebrow flickered, but I held back my inferrence. Tadase quickly changed the subject.
"So, let's start our meeting, shall we?" We all sat around our table as Yaya poured us some tea. She wasn't in the correct balance as she poured my tea though, "BALANCE YAYA, BALANCE!" I screamed in her face, making her jump and break the teapot. "Calm down, Rima!" Nagihiko whispered reasuringly in my ear. He patted my back, which made me breath deeply, trying to turn back to normal. Tadase helped the wide-eyed Yaya up, who's lip quivered hardily. "Sorry," I said shyly, sitting back down in my seat. "And you said I was childish," Kukai muttered under his breath. I clinched up my fists, but something smeared across my vision. It was a man, wearing dark clothing. He looked to be the same man I had seen out my kitchen window. I starred him down, my jaw dropping a bit. A hand waved in my face, "Are you okay, Rima-San?" Tadase asked me kindly. I shook my head around, coming back to life, "Fine, fine!" I blurted, "So, let's start that meeting!" He shrugged, but began the meeting without another interruption.
After school ended, Nagihiko caught up with me at the Seiyo gates. "What was that about today, you know, the zoning out?" He asked. I shrugged, "I saw something out the window, and that's it." "Okay, just makin' sure." I grasped his hand as we crossed the street to my house. He smiled, as did I. Before I realized it, we were at my house. I hugged Nagi-San and let myself inside. I quickly lounged on a comfy chair in front of the fireplace. I closed my eyes for a quick second, and opened them with a gasp. Something was inscripted in the ash of the fireplace. I jumped out of my chair to read it. I grabbed a magnifying glass to see it more clearly: I am watching you, Rima-San. Only my closest friends called me Rima-San, and none of them knew where I lived except for Nagihiko. I took my hand and wiped the dust off quickly. I knew it was one of that guardian's cruel attempts to make me cheer up a bit for once, but it would never work. It's just a joke, I thought to myself, Just a stupid joke.