Haii! All of this ish Rima's POV. ^^
I paid the florist, wondering what my parents were doing now. They never do get along; but I was happy that they were still together. It was their anniversary after all, and I was buying roses, a special gift for them to receive. I wish that they would love it.
"Thank you, miss!" The florist smiled at me as I nodded. I walked home, smelling these flowers. When I arrived, I was too excited, thinking that we'll be happy again. I opened the door.
"Mama, Papa, Happy Anni—" My jubilant smile was interrupted by my father's shouting; and my mom, who was holding two suitcases, grabbed my arm and stormed out of the door.
She dragged me to the car, and waited for me to go inside. I went in and sat down at the backseat. A single tear was unavoidable. But I had to resist. I had to be strong. I sighed. I hated my life. I wish I'll be happy for once.
"Where are we going?" I asked my mother. I call her 'mother' whenever I'm very sad; or when my mom's furious. It took her a while to answer.
"Remember the Fujisakis?" She asked, her straight face looking straight at the road.
"Yes." I answered, avoiding eye contact at the rear view mirror.
"We're living at their old house. They had moved to a new one. They sold us the house." I could tell about the tone in her voice that she has relaxed.
"Oh." That was all that I can say. "Who will take care of the house, with us being busy and all?" My mom was a very hardworking woman; I was a useless student at school who tried my best, but I was still nailed at all my failing grades.
"A Fujisaki has volunteered to be the caretaker." As she stopped the car because of the unavoidable traffic, she turned and looked at me.
"And he also volunteered to help you with your studies. He's a very good student too, yet he stopped for various reasons. Maybe we should encourage him to go back, right?" She smiled. A smile I haven't seen. So, I just quietly nodded.
"Rima, look, I know you love us very much, but, I just can't find the right to stay with your father again. But I promise I'll make it up to you; I'll be a better mother." I was hoping that she meant that. My mother never broke any of her promises. She once told me; when we were still a happy family; that promises should never be broken. But I was always unsure of all these things. Their marriage was also a promise; a promise to stay together till death, right? As it says; "Till Death Do Us Part."
As we arrived shortly, I was amazed of how beautiful their house was. My mom had been lying; It wasn't a house, for it is a mansion. My mom went to the gate and rang the doorbell. A few seconds later, A boy who had long, shiny, purple hair had popped his head out the gate. "Ah, hello there!" He greeted. His smile, it was… Annoying.
My mother smiled back; and I just glared at him. "We're renting this place." My mom huffed.
"Mrs. And Ms. Mashiro, right? My name is Nagihiko Fujisaki! Nice to meet you!" His voice was killing me, it was TOO optimistic.
"Of course! Nice to meet you too!!" My mom pinched Nagihiko's cheek. I tried to hold back my laughter, because this proves that my mom is a 100 % pedophile.
Nagihiko gestured my mother and I to go in. I was amazed, surprised, and my eyes widened because of all the traditional Japanese treasures they had in here. They were all so nice, and it was a cool thing that they were "enhancing" their nationalism and love of country.
"There is… umm.." Nagihiko looked at me. He leaned in and asked nicely,
"What's your name?" I got pissed off by that 'leaning' thing, and glared at his smiling face.
"You know, leaning close to me is kind of an insult about my shortness." I scowled at him.
"Oh, I am so sorry, Rima-chan!! I didn't mean to… Anyway, that's your room right there! I'll clean it everyday! And you don't have to pay me for that! It's in the heart of the Fujisaki to help others without a price!" He said proudly.
"Okay." I muttered, while my mother giggled. "So, how old are you, Mr. Fujisaki?" My mother asked.
"Ah, I'm 16 years old, Mrs. Mashiro." He smiled at my mother.
He was the same age as me. Aha. What does that mean?
"So is my Rima-chan! Wow, your hair is so silky smooth…" My mother ran her fingers through Nagihiko's hair. She looked so dazzled. But there were things that interested me. His pale skin and sad eyes. It was all so weird.
"Nagihiko, do you go to school?" My mother asked him, but he sadly shook his head. "Do you want to go to Seiyo academy?" My mom asked.
"If I can, but for now.. I can't."
"Why don't we enroll you?" My mom offered.
"Ah, no… no thanks."
"Oh, come on!!" My mom slapped him at he back. She looked drunk.
I tried to hold back my laughter. "Well, if there's nothing I can do about it.. Then, okay!" He blissfully smiled.
I quietly went inside the room, ignoring those two. My room had a slight hint of traditional design, and fifty percent of girlishness. I saw a note, saying, "If you don't like the way I decorated it, then, I'm sorry! Let's redecorate it tomorrow, Rima-chan!" How did this note poof in here if he just learned my name 5 minutes ago, without escaping my mom's hawk eyes?
I lay on my bed, thinking of how my life will change after moving into this house. I asked myself, who really is this Nagihiko? Why would he volunteer to help us? After thinking about those, my mind drifted of to sleep.
The next day, I was exploring the big mansion. My mom's room looked Balinese styled, with a smell of flowers. It was really nice to me. About my room, I did like pink, and lots of people—especially guys—complimented on how pink looks nice on me. Besides, it looked like Nagihiko did some hard work on it. I saw him, sitting on the sofa, his eyes closed. "Hey, I know you're awake." He opened his eyes and smiled.
"Where's your room, Fujisaki?" I asked, while glaring at him.
"It's beside yours, Rima-chan. If you wonder why, then it's just to protect you. If some drunk drug addict comes, and I'm at the far end of the hallway, then, what'll happen to cute little Rima-chan now? And I'm starting the breakfast in bed thing tomorrow, and It will be easier if my room is near. Besides, you have a lock on your door, and I wouldn't do anything undesirable." He explained. He got some cloth from his pocket and wiped the dusty table.
"But you have keys."
He ignored me. My mother came in with a smile. "Good morning, Nagihiko, Rima!" She patted my head like a dog.
"Good morning, Mrs. Mashiro! How was your sleep?" He asked.
"Ah, it was so refreshing, with the smell of nice flowers! Thank you, Nagihiko!!" She thanked him. I just stood there, speechless.
`You're welcome!!" He was still wiping the table, and it was already nice, shiny and clean. "Oh, and, breakfast is ready."
"You don't need to cook for us, but, thanks anyway!"
"It's my pleasure, Mrs. Mashiro. You can't stop me from doing it."
"Okay, Nagihiko-san!" My mother patted his head too.
I went to the dining hall and stared in awe. There was gourmet food set on the table, waiting for us to eat them. I sat down and waited for Nagihiko and Mama to come inside. As soon as they did, I quickly gobbled down the food. Then I realized I was very hungry.
"Hey, Nagihiko, did you eat already?" My mom asked.
He nodded, smiling. "What did you eat?" My mom asked again.
"Cookies." I think he was lying.
Who eats cookies early in the morning? Nagihiko!
I laughed out loud, causing my milk to spill. And I meant that literally. I was pounding the table when my milk spilled and the table and my hand got wet.
Nagihiko held my hand and wiped it gently with his clean handekerchief. "There, it's all done. Be careful next time, Rima-chan!" He said.
I feel like a dog.
"So, when will you start going to school, Nagihiko?" My mother asked.
"Eh?" Nagihiko looked confused.
"Rima, will you go with me or will you stay with Nagihiko here?"
"Where are we going, if I go with you?"
"We're going to enrol Nagihiko in school!" Nagihiko gulped.
"I'll stay. HAH." I grabbed the arm of Nagihiko.
"Right, Nagi-chan?" I was being plastic.
"Oh, umm. Okay. Rima-chan." He smiled at me.
As soon as my weird mother left, Nagihiko was in the garden. Wherever the garden was. Oh, by the way, this was a sunny Sunday morning.
"Nagihiko?" I went outside. He was right there, watering the plants.
"Ah, Rima-chan." He waved at me and smiled.
"How can you do that in one day?" I asked. I went near him and leaned over his shoulder.
"I don't. I just do what I can do." He resumed his gardening.
"I wanna help, Nagi-chan!" I giggled.
"Something wrong with you today, Rima-chan?" He handed me his watering can.
"Eh? There's nothing wrong, of course!" I watered the plants gleefully.
He raised an eyebrow, looking confused. "Okay."
After all that gardening, I went inside. It was already noon, and Nagihiko cheerfully offered me lunch.
"Won't you eat?" I asked.
"I.. I.. I'll eat later." He patted my head.
Gee, when will the patting stop?
A few hours later, I found myself sitting on the sofa, watching Nagihiko sweeping the floor. I went near him as soon as he finished.
"Nagihiko." I tugged his shirt, trying to look cute.
I bet I looked like a demon.
"Yes, Rima-chan?" He turned to look at me.
"I want cookies." I looked at him.
"Okay, Rima-chan! Let's see.." He held my hand and gently led me to the kitchen, and he wrote down some notes in his elegant handwriting.
Chocolate Chip Cookie Ingredients
• 3/4 cup sugar
• 3/4 cup packed brown sugar
• 1 cup butter, softened
• 2 large eggs,beaten
• 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
• 2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
• 1 teaspoon baking soda
• 3/4 teaspoon salt
• 2 cups semisweet chocolate chips
• if desired, 1 cup chopped pecans, or chopped walnuts
"Nagihiko! Let's do this!!" I smiled. I saw a hint of red on his cheeks, but then I just ignored it.
"Now, Rima-chan. You have to preheat the oven in 375 degrees. Mix the brown sugar, sugar, vanilla and eggs in a large bowl." He handed me this big blue bowl and I mixed it with a spoon. "Good job, Rima-chan! Now, stir in the flour, salt and the baking soda!" He patted my head.
I tossed all the white powdered stuff in the bowl.
"Now, add the chocolate chips and the nuts!" It was all getting stiff, and I can't stir it well. He held my hand gently, but he mixed the moldy stuff we're making strong. He told me to get balls of moldy stuff—or what he calls cookie dough—and place them far apart in a tray. He put it in the oven and heated it. I stared at the wooden spoon. It was still covered with moldy stuff.
"Nagihiko, can I—" He cut me off. He picked up the spoon and held it near my mouth. "You can eat it, Rima." He smiled.
I slowly licked it little by little, and momentarily, I grabbed the spoon and held it myself.
The bell of the oven rang. "Cookies!" I squealed.
I watched him as he slowly got the tray. He let them cool down a bit, and then he used the spatula to scrape them off the tray. It was still soft.
"You can have one now, Rima-chan." He told me a few minutes later.
I got one and took a bite. It was so delicious! I smiled with delight.
"Nagihiko, thank you so much! The cookies taste great, I love it! Let's make this again sometime, okay?" I turned to him, and hugged him.
"You're welcome, Rima-chan."
Hello there! MY first story. Eheh. I'd really appreciate it if you review.
Let's see. I accept suggestions. ^^
Anyway, does anyone here get that are no Guardian Charas or whatsoever here?
I'm sorry. Eheh.
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