Title: Right Now I am Falling In Love With You
Summary: He's too freakin' clumsy. Seeing him all the time makes me furious. That stupid Nagihiko. Making me fall for him like that. He's really selfish.
Note: This is going to be a series of stories that are based off of Honeywork's songs, so Squishu (Jo) and HopeWithinDarkness (KiMi) are going to collab. Yay! So, the first oneshot is by Jo. I hope this isn't too confusing.
I stand with a broom, sweeping up all the dust from the floor. I just had to be the unlucky one that cleans up the floor of the classroom. I sigh and turn, watching a boy with long, messy, purple hair trip over nothing, and spill all the paper from the trash can he was holding. That boy is too freakin' clumsy. I glance at him again. He doesn't even stand out, with his messy hair, and his red-rimmed glasses that were at a weird angle from falling. He always runs away from a fight.
I walk over to the boy, who was apparently called Nagihiko Fujisaki, who was still on the ground. "Oi, you. Watch where you're going. This is the third time you've tripped. Over. Absolutely. Nothing." I spit out, with venom in my voice.
I've seen him around before, and he makes me so damn furious. I look down at him, and noticed that a small blush appear on his face.
"P-Pandas?" I freeze, knowing exactly what he's talking about. I slowly raise my broom and he scrambles to his feet, sprinting out of the door. I chase after him, waving my broom around madly, attempting to hit him.
"Get back here!" I yell, as we pass people lurking in the corridor.
"S-Sorry! I-I-I didn't see any pandas, I promise!" He squeaks, both of his arms protecting his head as he ran.
When I return to the classroom, a blue haired girl with glasses, I think her name is Wakana, stops me.
"Hey, Mashiro-chan... Why were you chasing Fujisaki-senpai?" I stare at her.
"H-He's an upperclassman?" Wakana nods.
"Yes, but he got kept behind a year because he was dancing so much.."
I flush, regretting that I was that rude. And to an upperclassman. I pause. Wait. Why do I care anyway? I'm rude to everyone.
"Oh well," I mutter, and went back to the place that I was sweeping at. I stare blankly out of the window, brushing my curly hair away from my face, ignoring all the fanboy's swoons, and the female glares, instead thinking of that stupid, ugly, purple-headed boy.
I don't know why he annoys me that much. It must be his face.
"That's it!" I say, looking up and bumping the side of my hand into my palm, earning strange looks from the rest of the class. "I finally remembered what I have to ask..." I scan the room, improvising the reason for my outburst. "Kirishima-kun!" I walk slowly over to him. "What was Math homework again?"
Kirishima, looking flustered, took his time to reply. "A-Ah, we never got any, M-M-Mashiro-san," He stutters, flushing a brighter shade of red as he continues the sentence.
"Oh," I turn away. "Thanks anyway, Kirishima."
.-.-.-.
I sit near a window in my homeroom class, waiting for school to start. I lean out of the window, gazing down at the students coming into school, and see him. The one and only, purplehead. I sigh, feeling annoyed already.
It's been about a week or two since that 'incident', and ever since that time, I always seem to notice him.
Our eyes meet, and he gives me a dazzling smile, raising his hand in greeting. I flush a little. He always seems so innocent. That's another thing that I hate about him.
But, even so, I feel the corners of my mouth turn up, into a small, shy smile. Fujisaki seems shocked, but his smile widens, and his hand lowers as he walks into the entrance of the school.
After I realise what I just did, I face palm. Why the hell did I do that?
"Nee, nee, Rima-tan! Why have you got a huge smile on your face?" My childlike friend, Yaya asks. I glance over at her. She's currently sitting on the table behind me, her hair up in her usual pigtails and ribbons, licking a lollipop.
I shook my head. "Oh, it's nothing, Yaya."
"If you say so, Ri-ma-tan!" She giggles.
At that point, Fujisaki enters the classroom, walking towards me. Immediately, as if it was instinct, my back straightened, trying and have the perfect posture.
As soon as he got near me, he bowed down. "I'm sorry!" I blink.
"What?"
"About.. that.. thing…," He averts his gaze from mine. "What's your name, by the way?" He changes the subject quickly.
"Mashiro. Mashiro Rima," I mutter.
"I'm Nagihiko Fujisaki. You can call me Nagi. Nice to meet you, Rima-chan!" He beams.
"Fujisaki! I never gave you permission to use my first name!" I rage.
The bell rings for the start of school. "Oh, I got to go to my class. Bye, Rima-chan!" He ran off, leaving me standing there alone, looking around for Yaya, who had disappeared as soon as Fujisaki came in. Strange.
.-.-.-.
I stand by myself in Gym. Two classes in our year had paired together for Gym, and the teacher ordered that we pair up together. I look around, but everyone is taken.
I raise my hand. "Sensei. I don't have a-," I got cut off by Fujisaki grabbing my hand.
"We're partners, all right, Rima-chan?" He winked. I open my mouth to say something. The words get stuck in my throat. I shut my mouth, and nod.
"Fine…" I grumble. He grins, and then drags me off to an open space in the large room.
.-.-.-.
Meet me at the Gym. - Fujisaki Nagihiko.
I stare at the note again, after making my way to the gym, which was empty. What did that idiot even want? Oh wait. He didn't want anything. It's probably just a prank.
I sigh. "Fujisaki? Fujisaki Nagihiko? Purplehead?" I call out, nearing the gym cupboard, and yanking it open, just in case he was in there, planning to scare me.
I stick my head into the dark room, looking around.
"Not the-," I got cut off as I felt someone push me into the gym cupboard, and close the door. I heard a click, and then seen a dark figure by the window. All I could make out was curly, permed hair. "O-Oi. Fujisaki. Let me out. Joke's over."
"Ohohoho! Yamabuki Saaya is going to teach you a lesson! To stay away from Nagihiko-sama! Ohohoho!" The figure yells and then walks off, clacking noises from her heels echoing the room.
I sit down, closing my eyes, trying not to panic. Who's Yamabuki Saaya anyway? I shake my head.
"Just keep calm, keep calm," I open my eyes. "I'll be let out soon," I say, starting to shake.
"It's not like last time. I won't get kidnapped. I'm not kidnapped. I'm fine," I ramble. "M-Mama… Papa... I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…" I curl up into my signature ball shape.
An hour or two pass, and I'm still stuck in here. I'll never get out. They're never coming back.
Suddenly, there's a banging sound, and the door slowly slides open, light entering the room.
"R-Rima-chan?" A familiar voice says. I look up, and see Nagihiko standing by the entrance of the door, his eyes wide. "A-Are you okay?"
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I feel a new batch of tears well up in my eyes, and stream down my face. "I'm sorry." I repeat, my eyes wide, my pupils dilated. He slowly walks over to me, and kneels down beside me.
"...Rima.." He whispers, enveloping me in a warm embrace. "It's okay." He starts patting and stroking my head while I sob. "You're okay now." Slowly, I wrap my arms around him as he comforts me.
"I'm sorry." I whisper for the last time, feeling safe in his arms.
.-.-.-.
The next day at school, I see Nagihiko walking along in the corridor. "N-Nagi!" I call. He turns, and sees the owner of the voice. He looks surprised. No wonder. I always call him 'Fujisaki.' I walk quickly over to him. "Good morning."
"Good morning, Rima-chan!" The bell rings, and everyone hanging around in the corner starts to head to class. Nagihiko takes a step forward, and I grab the back of his jumper.
"Wait." He stopped at my voice.
"What's wrong, Rima-chan?" He sounds concerned.
"T-Thank you." I say, turning my head to the side. "For yesterday." My face flushes at the memories.
"A-Ah. It's nothing. I was just helping a friend. That's what friends do, right?" His head tilts forward, making a curtain of hair fall between me and his face.
"Oh. I see... Thanks anyway." I open my phone to look at the time. "We need to get to class." He nods. It's oddly silent between us for once. How strange...
.-.-.-.
Ugh. This had to be the worst day of the year. My parents weren't picking up their phones, and it was raining heavily. And worst of all, I was wearing a white sundress. The only reason I wasn't soaked was because of my huge, white floppy hat, which substituted as an umbrella of some sort.
I stop, staring at a person leaning against a wall directly in front of me. I take a few steps forward, shivering. That purple hair is familiar. But it was up in a high ponytail. "Nagi...hiko?" I ask, taking another step towards them.
They look up, and I see their face. It looks like Nagihiko, but they have on lipstick, and some concealer, it seems, which is rubbing off because of the tears running down their face.
"A-Ah! Are you Rima-chan, by any chance?" The person's voice was soprano. And fake.
"Who are you?" I ask suspiciously.
"I-I'm Nadeshiko! Nagihiko's twin!" She giggles, despite the tears. I stare at her for a moment.
"Liar," her eyes widen.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you're lying. Nagihiko. Why are you in female's clothes? Are you a cross dresser?" I ask in my usual monotone, raising an eyebrow.
"W-W-Well..."
"Get on with it, please." I start tapping my foot, crossing my arms.
"I have to cross-dress as part of my family's dancing tradition, to get a better feeling of what it's like to be female..." He trails off, going back to his regular voice.
"Oh. That sucks…so.. Why were you crying?" He stiffens.
"What are you talking about, Rima-chan? I wasn't crying," he says, forcefully.
"You were."
He sighs. "Fine. Fine. It's because if I don't do this dance procedure right, then I'll be stuck as a girl, going to school." My eyes widen. "And I'm not good enough for this dance." He then notices what I'm wearing. "My, my, Rima-chan. You're going to get soaked if you wear things like that out in the rain!" He takes me by the arm, leading the way.
"Wait, where are you taking me?"
"My house. It's just around the corner."
"Oh."
He turns a corner, and steps forward, ringing a doorbell. I look up, and gasp.
"F-Fujisaki... You never told me you lived in a mansion."
"It's not that big a deal." He shrugs, and enters, with me following behind him. We both take off our shoes, and he gives me slippers to wear.
"Sorry for intruding…" I mumble, pulling on the indoor slippers.
He leads me to his bedroom, which is plain, with only a bed, a dresser, and a closet in it. There's a muffled call from down the hall, it seems.
"Sorry, Rima-chan. But I need to leave right now… I'll be back soon. Really soon. Just... stay here, okay?" I nod, and he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.
I glance around the room. What am I supposed to do now? I flop down onto the carpeted floor.
"Uggggggh," I groan, lying back and staring at the ceiling.
Ten minutes later, I sit up. "I'll be back soon," he said. "Really soon," he said.
"Yeah, right. It's been ten minutes!" I say to myself, impatiently. I slowly stand up. "I'm going to the toilet." I announce to no one, walking out of the room, and looking around, deciding to take a left.
I wander down the corridor, and stop, at the corner of my eye I see a door that's wide open, and inside is a bathroom. A few minutes I come out, turning to go back the way I came. I walk back up that way, and go around a corner. And another. And another. I stop.
"Wait... Where am I?" I mumble, turning in a whole circle, staring at my surroundings. Damn it. I'm lost. Suddenly, I heard traditional music flowing down the corridor. My head snaps in the direction of the source, and I walk silently down that way.
I stop outside another door, where the music is coming from, and open the door a crack, putting my eye to it. Inside, in a bright, large room is 'Nadeshiko', and sitting at the sidelines is an old woman and a fairly young woman that looks like 'Nadeshiko', with lighter hair.
'Nadeshiko' is currently gliding around, with a fan in her hand, and I realise she is dancing. Another reason to hate her. Him. He makes a better girl than I do. And he thinks he's not good enough? Bullcrap.
I close the door, and sigh, turning, and going back up the way I came, eventually finding Nagihiko's bedroom again. I close the door quickly, and flop back onto the floor, resuming the position I was in before I left the room.
A minute later, the door opens, and 'Nadeshiko' appears by the doorway. "Sorry I took so long, Rima-chan!" I sit up.
"Finally. What were you doing anyway?" I say, playing dumb.
"Oh, nothing. Just some chores my mother wanted me to do." She says, breezily. "The rain has stopped, by the way. I can walk you home now. Just wait a minute for me to get changed."
"Okay." I stand and walk out of the room, closing the door behind me. A minute later, Nagihiko comes out again, surprising me. "H..How did you get changed that quickly?" I choke out, staring at him.
"Oh, I'm used to switching quickly. It's no big deal…" His voice was back to it's normal pitch again. He takes my hand, pulling me along. "C'mon, Ri-ma-chan!~" He says, saying every syllable in my name.
I scowl. Did you know, Nagihiko? That I'm a pretty good actress too? That means I can tell when you're faking a smile.
When his house is about a block behind us, I stop. "Nagihiko. Are you still worried about the whole dancing thing?" I look up, to meet his beautiful, ochre eyes.
"No. What are you talking about, Rima-chan?" He lets go of my hand and looks down at his feet. I slowly raise my hand.
Slap!
He looks at me again, his eyes wide, his jaw slack, as he raises a hand to his red cheek. "Stop it. Stop lying to me. I know when you're lying, Nagihiko. And it hurts. Why don't you trust me?" I pause, and take a deep breath. "Your dancing is good. I was watching you dance there. You're amazing. When you were dancing in that room, I could see that dancing makes you happy. Don't dance for anyone else.. That's stupid. Dance for yourself. And.. You're... You're a better girl than I could ever be. So.. just... stop worrying!" I yell at him, and then walking on, past him.
After I take a few steps away from him, I heard him. "Rima-chan." I stop.
"What is it?" I don't turn around.
"…Thank you." He mumbles, and then follows me the rest of the way home in silence, with a stupid smile on his face.
.-.-.-.
The school grounds are really busy today. Obviously. It's Graduation. Time to move on to High School. There are a lot of people crying. Yaya, Nagihiko and I stand by the school entrance; Yaya holding a digital camera, Nagihiko and me linking arms, although I tugged his arm down so he could be at my height.
"Smile, Rima-tan!" Yaya yells at me.
"Why? There's nothing funn—" I got cut off from saying my usual phrase, because Nagihiko took his thumb and index finger, and pushed the ends of my lips up, into a smile, then faced the camera and grinned.
Click!
"Oi! Nagihiko!" I scowl, walking over to where Yaya was with the camera. I look at the photo. "I look horrible!" Nagihiko took the camera from Yaya's grasp.
"Oh, I don't think so, Rima-chan. You look pretty in this." My face immediately turns red.
"W-Well... You don't look as stupid as usual in that!" Nagihiko laughs.
"Oh! I made Rima-chan blush!" Nagihiko grins, and Yaya cheers.
"Rima-tan has a crush! Rima-tan has a crush!" Yaya chants.
"Sh-shut up! No, I don't, Yaya!" I glare at them both, and turn, stomping off, with both of them running after me.
"Wait, Rima-chan!"
"Yaya and Nagi were only joking!"
.-.-.-.
Ding dong.. Ding dong...
The start of High School. Nagihiko and I are in the same class… but Yaya isn't. I take a seat next to the window, staring out of it. Nagihiko hasn't come into class yet, and neither has the teacher.
"G-Good morning..." A familiar voice says. I turn, and my eyes widen. Nagihiko was standing by the door, bag under one arm, and another running through his hair, which was shorter. And he didn't have his red-rimmed glasses on.
Everyone turns to look at him, and then I heard murmuring. Nagihiko walks towards me, sitting down behind me. "Good morning, Rima-chan!" He smiles. I turn, and unintentionally smile back.
"Morning."
The teacher then comes in, and silences the class. I stare out of the window again, not taking notes.
Soon, the morning has gone, and it's interval. I stand up, and turn, to find Nagihiko not there. I sigh, and then walk out of the class, walking through the school grounds. Ever since Graduation, and those other times, I've been thinking about Nagihiko a lot. It's not like I mean to do it or anything, it just happens.
"Did you see Nagihiko-sama?"
"I know! He's changed a lot! He's so much hotter now!" I heard murmurs everywhere.
I hear Nagihiko's voice, and turn, to see him surrounded by girls.
"Why did you have to grow up to be loved by every single girl?" I mumble, feeling jealous. He looks up, sees me, and raises a hand in greeting. I turn away.
.-.-.-.
"Bada balance!" An idiotic guy says, doing the pose wrong. I freeze, and glare at him.
"It's BALA BALANCE, you fool!" I yell, going on one foot, and curling my arms above my head, doing the usual Gag Manga Diaoh pose. "Bala Balance!" I giggle. "Bala balance!" I freeze again, realising what I just did.
The class was silent, staring at me. I turn, and run out of the classroom, finding a secluded place, curling up into my usual ball position. A few minutes later, Nagihiko runs by, but then stops, turning towards me.
"Rima-chan," he manages to say, breathing heavily. "Are you okay?" I shake my head. My face is red, I can feel it. "I didn't know that you liked gags."
My head shoots up. "I love gags! Gag manga is my life! Got a problem with that?"
"No. It was... cute, you know. The Bala Balance gag." He smiles down at me. "Rima-chan, everyone liked it. And thought it was cute. They just... didn't expect it. That's all." I hug my knees closer to my chest.
"I'm not going back there." I mumble.
"Come on, Rima-chan. Please?"
"...Fine." When that grin appears on his face again, I realise that I've got a crush on that stupid purple head.
.-.-.-.
A few days pass, and Nagihiko and I are hardly talking to each other. I often see him staring at a pretty girl with short, pink hair, who's always around a blonde haired male. I see them laughing a lot. I wonder why he stares at them…
It's clicked.
He... likes Hinamori Amu. That's why we've grown apart. I bury my face in my hands for a moment, and then look up. It's not like I'm upset. Okay?
.-.-.-.
A month or so passes.
I walk over to the window, and watch everyone walking into the school building, just a few minutes before the bell rings. And I see him again. As time went on, he and I have slowly grew apart.
Our eyes connect, and he raised his hand in greeting, that same smile on his face. I turn away, and crouch down, closing my eyes for a second, hugging my knees tightly. My face is red again.
My heart feels like it's going to burst. I really want to talk to Nagihiko. I shake my head and stands up again, leaving the classroom to go and look for Yaya, and ask her what to do.
I find Yaya in her classroom, and I explain to her what has happened. "Well, Rima-tan." She takes a giant lick of her lollipop. "You just need to tell him your feelings!"
"But when, Yaya?"
"After school!" I gulp.
"Fine. But if this doesn't work, I'll blame you. Got it?"
"Yes sir!~" Yaya mock salutes.
.-.-.-.
It was after school. I walk along the corridors, trying to find Nagihiko.
Not in this corridor.. Not in this corridor.. Not in this one... I give up quickly, leaning against a wall, and sighing.
"What's wrong, Rima-chan?" Nagihiko suddenly appears in front of me with a broom in his hand.
"O-Oh, well I was trying to find s-someone."
"Who? Maybe I could help?"
"I was trying to find you," I mumble, staring down at my shoes.
Nagihiko looks shocked. "What do you need, Rima-chan?"
"Agh. Well. Um... You see.. I.. I... Forgot what the chemistry homework was!"
"Oh. It was to research jellyfish and find out what is in their stingers, Rima-chan."
"T-Thank you." I managed to say, and walked away. Damn it...
.-.-.-.
It was the next day. After school, again. I've decided to write a letter, with my feelings for him written on it. I'm standing by the shoe lockers, waiting for Nagihiko to come downstairs. Today is the day…
…And hopefully you'll understand... And hopefully my feelings won't tear us apart.
Fifteen minutes pass, and I'm still waiting for him to get his outside shoes.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
I look up, as Nagihiko steps off of the last stair. It's obvious that he's been crying. Somehow, I always catch him at the worst of times.
Instead of giving him my letter, I conceal it behind my back. "Oh, hello, Rima-chan." It's so clear to me, that his heart was broken. "I got dumped," he says, trying to smile, one hand scratching lightly at his neck.
"I like you!" I take a step forward, towards him.
He smiles, properly this time. "Its okay, Rima-chan. You don't have to comfort me."
"That wasn't what I meant…" I mumble.
.-.-.-.
I hugged the picture to my chest, crying my heart out, deciding that one day, when I recover; I'll talk to him again.
|Author's Note: AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH. TEN PAGES. OVER 3K WORDS. I'M SO HAPPY.
"I really should stop writing Rimahiko fanfiction based on songs," I say as I write it. Yup. So, KiMi's part should be out soon, so look out for it!
Also, for my readers, do you think I should write longer stories/chapters which will take longer, or shorter chapters which will be quicker? I really don't know which will be better.
But for now, I am going to finish writing She. And if that's not my next story that's out, I give you permission to slap me. Bye!|