Rima's Crazy Life
My first Shugo Chara! multi chapter story. It took me forever to plan out just this chapter. Temporary writers block, but it's blown over now. Now then, down to business...
This is basically...like any episode of Shugo Chara! except it is totally Rimahiko centred, and it's probably a bit more violent and got more language, plus, more 'references'. Or, to simplify it a bit more, here's the way I put it in my story notebook:
Evil chibi devil + purple haired crossdresser = problems + stubbornness + several chapters of teasing and hatred = Love.
There will also be other couples, personally my favourites, like Tadamu, Kukaya, and Ikutau, even though I'm not a fan of incest. But, just to please everybody, I'll probably throw in some Yairi, Kutau and, *shiver* Amuto.
This is random, crazy, and most of them will be OOC. Basically, it's me. :)
Now then, I shall begin the first chapter of Rima's Crazy Life...
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Rima's POV, Seiyo Academy School Yard
"Itadakimasu!" I lifted the sandwich out of the lunch box and took a bite. My eyes lit up. Mama makes the best sandwiches. I finished both sandwiches in a few bites. I pulled out a red apple and gave it a quick rub on my blazer. Before I could bite into it, a heard someone - well, I know who it is - shout, "Rima-tan~!" making me almost drop the apple. I glared at the two coming over. It looked like a sugar hyper Yaya, and a very pissed off Amu. They sat on either side of me, Yaya on my right, Amu on my left. I frowned. Perfect lunch ruined.
"So so, Rima-tan, what are you doing?" Yaya asked. I turned to her, held up my lunch box, and asked, "What do you think?" She tilted her head, one finger on her chin, a confused - why? - look on her face, and she stared at my lunch box.
"Guardian work?" I could feel a vein pop. She may want to be a child again and get all the attention, but I don't think her brain has to de-age - is that even a word - with her.
"No, I'm...washing the dishes." Yaya smiled.
"Okee~!" Okee? I worry about Yaya sometimes. I could literally hear Amu snap behind me. Well, you know what I mean.
"Okee? Guardian work? Washing the dishes? There's something wrong with you Yaya. What?" Yaya blinked. Then I saw the tears. Great Amu, just great.
"YAYA JUST TRYING TO BE NICE! WHY DOES AMU-CHI HAVE TO BE SO MEAN?" I could see other students begin staring. I tried calming her down. Guess how that worked.
"Shh. Yaya, please calm down." Amu leaned forward and asked, "Why don't we give her candy?" I snapped my head around and glared at her with chibi flames in my eyes.
"Cause she's already full of candy! More, and she'll probably have to be sent to the loony hospital!" Amu's eyes narrowed - like so = T_T - and she said, "But wouldn't that solve our problem?"
"What problem?" I stop my argument with Amu when I feel like I'm being watched. Even Yaya and Amu shut up, when we all start blushing like tomatoes as we see everyone looking at us. I leaned back a bit to whisper to Amu.
"Royal Garden?"
"Royal Garden." We all stood up, laughing nervously, before we sprinted off to the Royal Garden, my lunch box in hand. We got to the garden and stood behind the door, panting, when I remembered something.
"Shit! My apple!" Amu gave me a smile, even though I was pissed at losing my apple.
"Relax Rima, it's only an apple." I glared at her.
"You owe me a new apple, Hinamori." She chuckled nervously, before sprinting up to the table, where Tadase waited, doing Guardian work. Me and Yaya followed, her hopping like a bunny rabbit or she was on a pogo stick, me walking like a normal human being.
"No more candy for Yaya...at school, when she's around us." I muttered, as I took my seat and pulled out the rest of my lunch. We sat there in silence, the only sounds being Tadase's pen, Amu's whistling, Yaya's chair squeaking from her swinging in it, bored, and my chewing. I'd finally finished my chocolate bar - which I saw Yaya drooling over. I mean it, there's a little puddle of Yaya spit on the table - when I'd realised that there had been no snarky comments about anything. My lost apple - I shot a glance at Amu when I thought this, but she was too busy staring at Tadase. I think he's starting to get uncomfortable - my very obvious zit on my forehead - not even my bangs can cover the damn thing. It's the size of Fuji! - or even my uniform - so my mom was lazy this morning, big whoop.
"Tadase?" He looked up from...what is he doing anyway?
"Yes, Mashiro-san?"
"Where's Nagihiko?" He tapped the pen against his chin. Then he remembered something - I swear I heard a light bulb turn on in his head. I've never heard that with Kukai or Yaya before. Or Amu.
"He's helping set up for gym. He told me to tell you all, but I guess I forgot, with all the work I had to do." ...Oh crap. Someone look outside. Tell me if you see any meteors. It's the sign of the apocalypse, and the reason I'm telling you to look for it, is because Tadase forgot something. That's not normal. It's like...Ikuto forgetting to hit on Amu or the crossdresser forgetting...well, anything. Yaya looked about ready to curl up and die of boredom. Which I wish she did, because I might just kill her right now with all that squeaking. Amu was still staring at Tadase, but I think he's just tuned it out now. And me...I'm trying to stop myself from sharpening a knife and sticking the bloody thing in Yaya's ticker. Before I can scream to God why he hates me then strangle the brat, the bell rings. Hm...maybe God doesn't hate me. Oh well, time for one of few sports I'm actually good at...mostly cause they place me on the best team, and I'm given a position that, because of my good, active teammates, doesn't do anything. Netball.
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Still Rima's POV, Gym Class
Yeah, didn't get it this time. I'm still on a good team, but I'm stuck in a position that means I have to move. Before, I was talking about Goalkeeper. Normally, I'd sit down in the circle and watch as my team puts the ball in the basket so many times, the teacher can't keep up. Speaking of the teacher, she's out today. She ate the bad fish yesterday. Now, her assistant is filling in. I'm sure the teacher told her about my lack of exercise, cause she said I was supposed to commit more. Now, she's given me Goal Attack. She's such a bitch. I hate her.
We're all taking our positions, waiting for her to get back from the 'bathroom' - we all know she has a thing for that ancient janitor. And we also know that she goes to make out with him. Oh well, the longer she makes out, the shorter the day gets. After gym, we Guardians head over to Amu's for a study party. Speaking of Amu, she's centre. Of my team, fortunately. I look over at the window into the boys' gym. All I see is blurry shapes, so I can guess that they're playing soccer. And I guess right, as a soccer ball hits the window.
Okay, Ms. Bitch eventually comes back, sweaty and a total mess, and blows the whistle, throwing up the ball for the toss. Amu catches it. No surprise really when she's like a kilometre taller than the other team's centre. Teacher retreats to the sidelines and blows the whistle again, starting the game. Amu's eyes darted around the court, but she shot the ball my way.
"Rima!" I cursed under my breath as I barely caught the damn thing. I turned around to face our goal, where we were going to have to score. And because of that bitch assistant, it means I'll also have to try and score as well. I aimed for the circle, where my teammates were rushing to catch the ball to score. I got on my tippy toes - ha, tippy - and got ready to throw, when something purple, running to the boys' gym, caught my attention from the corner of my eye. I fell forward, stumbling to make sure I didn't land on my face.
The whistle...whistled.
"Foul! Mashiro! Free throw, other team!" Amu ran up to me as the girl who was Goal Defence picked up the ball and got ready.
"Rima, what happened?" I didn't get to answer her as the bitch blew her whistle again.
"Hinamori, back in position!" Amu pouted as she shuffled back to cover the other team's centre. With another blow of the whistle, the girl threw the ball to the centre, to the Goal Attack, to the Goal Shooter, and into the basket. And then, there went the damn whistle again.
"Game! Change teams! Yagami's team, play winner!" I huffed, pissed off and tired, as I shuffled over to the bench. I sat down on it with a thump. I'm surprised the bloody thing didn't break. But, then again, I'm too light to break a peanut by sitting on it.
"I hate that assistant. She's a bitch. At least the original teacher understood my condition," I bitched to Amu, who sat down next to me.
"What condition? You're just lazy."
"Well, I wish laziness was a disease."
"By the way, Rima, what the hell happened out there? Even for you, it's really strange that you'd trip up like that." I shrugged. I don't know myself what happened out there.
"Dunno. Got distracted?" Amu still didn't look convinced, but she dropped it. I looked down at my shoes. They were filthy. 'What did happen out there? And why am I blushing?"
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Amu's POV, Amu's House
Ok, I'm still not buying that crap that Rima's dished me about her little mess up. Maybe she was just getting back at the assistant. Oh well, I still not dropping this. I look back down and feel a huge drop of sweat slip down my neck as I look at all the questions I've still to do of my algebra homework. So far, I've done question 1-7, but number 8's got me. I look back at Rima and my eyes almost fall out of my head when I see her on the other side.
"Uh, Rima, what did you get for number 8?" She gives me this blank look, turns over her paper and shrugs.
"I dunno, I'm only doodling." My head hit the table...no seriously, it did. Nagihiko, sitting at my right, across from Rima, says, "You know, Rima, you're going to fail math if you don't do your algebra homework." She shrugs.
"Do I care?"
"You should."
"Shut up, crossdresser." I hear the door.
"Guys! Shut up, my parents and Ami are home." I turn around.
"Ah, Amu-chan, I didn't know you had friends over." I shrug, automatically slipping into my 'cool and spicy' façade.
"Study party." Ami ran into the kitchen, where Ran, Miki, Su and Dia were hosting a party for the charas. At least it kept them out of our way while we Guardians did our homework. Yaya had finished her math and English, and was now complaining about her geography. ...Even though she was doing her art homework. Tadase and Kukai had already finished. All of it. Kukai was watching the soccer, while Tadase was reading a book. Oh...Tadase-kun. -
"AMU-CHAN!" I snapped out of my lovestruck daydream and froze. My father had crumpled to his knees in the doorway, still as stone.
"A-Amu-ch-chan. Why are there b-b-boys in the house?" Kukai muted the soccer, Tadase looked up from his book and Nagihiko looked over his shoulder. I peaked at his homework and screamed in my head, 'He's already on his English homework?' Yaya jumped to her feet, throwing her art homework up in the air.
"We're doing homework, Hinamori-san~!"
"H-h-h-homework?" Mother ran out of the kitchen and bent down next to me, while father was screaming all sorts of things like, "MY AMU-CHAN HAS BOYS IN THE HOUSE!"
"Maybe your friends should leave, Amu-chan," she whispered. I nodded. The guys were already packing up and they slipped by papa will he was on the floor, in a ball, holding his legs. Nice dad, nice.
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Rima's POV, Walking Home
"Yaya loved that~! Hinamori-san had a panic attack~!" Kukai laughed with the kid. It was annoying. But, after Amu's father's screaming, the quiet - ish - street was heaven - ish...again. And it was even more so when Yaya, Kukai and Tadase wandered off down different roads. Now, it'd be perfect if a certain someone - *coughNagihikocough* - would leave. But he's stuck by my side like some clingy puppy. Looking up, I saw the orange strip of sunset disappear completely. The half moon stared down at me and the crossdresser, like some accusing police officer, looking at us from the corner of his eye. I can almost imagine an accusing police officer interrogating me.
"Where were you Friday? What time? What's your name? Do you like to party?" And then a disco ball would come out of the ceiling and the lights would dim, and then Buono!'s Kokoro no Tamago would start playing. I chuckled.
"Rima? What's so funny?" I frowned again. The officer was doing the funky chicken, but at the same time, asking what was so funny.
"Your dancing, that's what's so funny." His brow wrinkled up in confusion. He was now doing the Macarena.
"I'm not dancing. What's wrong with you, Rima?" I blinked. The dancing officer was gone, and instead, Nagihiko was looking worriedly at me. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"No, nothing's wrong, crossdresser."
"You know, it's starting to get dark. You want me to walk you home?"
"I can go home myself." I start to run, ignoring his shouts for me to stop. After only 2 blocks, I'm beginning to pant. I just remembered why I hate gym so much. I can't do it. I eventually stop, worn out and lost. At some point - I can't remember it too well - I stop and collapse. I'm tired, I'm lost, and I'm totally pathetic. I start crying - you would too if you were tired, lost and totally-okay you get the picture. Suddenly, a figure ran up.
"Rima, are you ok?" I think it was the crossdresser, but I can't be sure. I'm crying and everything's blurry. The person helps me stand, and they put their arm around me and lead me somewhere.
"Don't worry, Rima, my house is nearby." There you go. I'm going to their house.
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Nagihiko's POV, Nagihiko's House
I lead the crying Rima to my house, and we entered.
"Mother! Obaa! Help!" My mother came round a corner, holding a silver tray with nothing on it.
"Nagihiko-kun, what's wrong?" I didn't answer her as she spotted Rima. She grew paled and screamed, dropping the tray and running back round the corner, "Obaa!" Obaa ran down the hall, but slowed down when she saw me and Rima. She looked oddly calm. She took Rima from me and said, "I'll take over from here, Fujisaki-kun." She led the girl to the main room. I followed close behind, worried for Rima. Mother ran back in, holding a blanket.
"Here. Nagihiko-kun, can you put it around her?" I nod, and take the blanket from her. As I cover her shaking shoulders, Obaa walks in, holding a cup of her best hot chocolate. As she gives the cup to Rima, she whispers reassuringly, "Don't worry, pet. We'll take care of you until your mother or father comes for you." Rima takes the cup and nods. She's calmed down a lot. She's barely shaking now, and her breathing's slowed down. Mother walks back in, holding the phone.
"Rima-chan, what's your home number?" Rima takes a big gulp of the hot chocolate, and when she puts down the cup, she curls up on the couch, really close to me, and gives the number, now totally calmed down. When my mother leaves to call Rima's home, I face her and ask, "How are you feeling?" She gives me a hard look.
"I'm fine, crossdresser." I sighed. Why did Rima have to be so difficult? Before she could say something that'd really set me off and start another argument between us, my mother comes back through.
"Rima-chan, I called your mother and told her that you were here. She's coming to get you." Rima nodded, her face blank, the tear streaks drying.
"Nagihiko-kun, could you please take Rima to the bathroom so she could wash up?" I nod.
"Sure thing, mother. Rima-chan?" She stands up and starts to trail after me as I lead her down all sorts of hallways.
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Rima's POV, Nagihiko's House
The crossdresser's outside, waiting for me to finish washing up. I roll my eyes as I wet my hands and splash water on my face. I rub at my checks, where the tear streaks were. I flinch as I rub my skin raw.
"Damn!" Little Kusukusu floats up out of my pocket and said, in her cute - yet at this current moment, annoying - voice, "Something wrong, Rima?" I shake my head, then I look at the door. I can't tell her. Well, she was there, she should know.
"I'm just pissed at how I acted out in the street. I had a panic attack! I've never had a panic attack!" Kusukusu looks a bit upset at me shouting. Then, she brightened up.
"You should thank Nagihiko for saving you then!" My head snaps round from facing the door.
"Never. I'd rather die than thank the crossdresser." Kusukusu looks a bit upset, but she shakes it off and flies back into my pocket as I leave the bathroom, ignoring Nagihiko outside the door. He just goes ahead and I follow him back to the door, where my mother is waiting.
"Thank you for helping my daughter, Nagihiko-kun. You say she had a panic attack?" The boy nods, the kiss up.
"Yes. I just brought her here since it was nearby and I knew my mother and obaa would help. So really, I did nothing, Mashiro-san." Mother smiles. She never smiles. Well, since she and dad started arguing, she didn't.
"Well, you brought her here and that's enough. Thank you again." His mother bows.
"Goodbye Mashiro-san, Rima-chan." Nagihiko and his...obaa - ? - bow as well. Mother waves and we walk out, down the path to the car. As I open the door, mother turns to look at me.
"What?"
"I'm just worried about you Rima. I didn't know you had panic attacks." I shrug.
"Neither did I. Can we just go now?" I don't wait for an answer, and just sit in the car. Mother gives up and takes the wheel. We start driving and I watch the dark scenery pass. Then I notice her smiling at me in the rear view mirror.
"That Nagihiko boy was cute. And very nice. Are you two going out?"
"Mother!"