Rima's Diary

Now I know I called this fic "Rima's Diary" but it's not completely diary entries.

Diary entries are in italic.

Diary headers are in bold italic.

Anyway, enjoy!

Rima and Nagi were in the royal garden alone, sipping tea and eating (in Rima's case, nibbling) cookies in complete silence.

Finally, after like about…10 minutes? Nagi broke the silence.

"Rima-chan! I'm just curious, what do you do as a hobby?"

Rima scowled.

"You're not curious. You just want to please the new teacher by answering every single question on that stupid survey so you'll be the model student again.. I'm not stupid, you know. And since when do you call me "Rima-chan"? Change the honorific."

Nagi shrugged. Then he came up with a naughty idea.

"Okay, then how about Rima-koi? How'z that sound?" He smirked.

Rima banged her mug of tea onto the table in shock. Luckily she didn't bang it too hard; the tea only slopped over the brim of the mug.

"What the heck? No chances! And you know what? I'm going home. You're getting too much like Ikuto. Don't you dare call me that in front of the school tomorrow, FTF."

Nagi frowned. "FTF?"

"Fujisaki the Freak."

And with that, Rima picked up her schoolbag and stormed out of the royal garden, leaving Nagi with extra cookies (that weren't bitten, of course) to bring home.

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This is Rima's diary. Trespassers will be tickled to death by Kusukusu.

Yay. Privacy at last. I can't believe FTF actually suggested calling me Rima-koi!! Ugh. Come off it, FTF! Does he need to go to the loony bin? Anyway, gtg now. You know, it's been a lot more peaceful since dad moved to Chicago. Even mom seems a whole lot nicer. Be back tomorrow. Bye.

How was that? I don't really know what to say here. What? It's my first fic! Anyways, review!

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