Minako : Hi everyone! This is my new fanfict, Over protected, yet Unloved? This is a Rimahiko which is different from the Amutos I usually make, I hope you enjoy it!

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Rima's POV

I looked in the mirror, combing my hair, mother always used to comb my hair.

Used to...

It stopped once I was 8. Mother combing my hair was sort of a mother-daughter thing - only she did it to me.

Well used to...

7 years ago...

"Wow Rima, your hair is becoming so long!" Mum said.

"Almost as long as yours, Mummy!" I exclaimed.

"Mine will always be the longest, so tomorrow you're getting a haircut," she said.

I almost cried. As a child I was as fragile as a blossom.

"Just kidding," Mum said.

"I love you Mummy!"

Mum gave me a warm hug.

I cannot remember my mother hugging me like that.

The next day...

"Rima, mummy is a bit busy today so you'll have to comb your hair yourself."

"If you can do it once, you can do it twice."

No hug.

Why, why couldn't she see how much I needed her? How much I longed for that hug, I haven't been hugged in 7 whole years! Why? Why can't she see, can't feel my misery? My loneliness?

Why?

After a month I confronted my mother.

"Mum, why don't you comb my hair anymore?" I asked.

"Rima!? Why can't you see how busy I am? I am trying to provide for this family!" She snapped.

I ran, if I am not needed, why was I made.

Maybe, maybe there is no God?

I went into the kitchen and took out a knife I attempted to slash my wrists but I couldn't.

I only wanted someone to see, to hear me.

Tears poured down my cheeks.

Mum.. Why?

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School. I hate it, I am ignored, I have no friends.

I dragged my schoolbag behind me.

I am cute but cute isn't what 15 year olds are into - they like hot.

I went to room 6 - Science.

I sat at a bench, alone, isolated from everyone.

A boy appeared to me, he had long, dark purple hair and gold eyes.

"May I sit here?" He asked.

No one has ever sat next to me for 2 years - I am a loner.

Was?

"Hello everyone, my name is Shibuya sensei," She wrote her name on the whiteboard.

"Today, we will be doing a pre-test. You will be sorted into 3 groups, according to your understanding of Light and Sound."

She handed out test sheets.

I wrote my name at the top of my test sheet.

The boy next to me watched me write my name... Creepy hand fetish?

"You write beautifully, Rima Mashiro." He said.

Wow, a compliment, I haven't had one of those in nine months.

After the test it was recess. I ate cut-up onigiri and broken rice (I'm not sure if you can even choke on rice but I saw a girl eating cut up onigiri once).

"What are you eating?" The boy from before asked.

"Unchokable food." I replied.

He laughed.

"Do you dance?" He asked.

"No."

"I think you will be able to."

I looked up at him, no one has ever believed in me before.

"Would you like to learn?" He asked.

"To dance?" I replied.

"Yes, come with me to my house after school, I've always wanted to teach somebody and I think someone with your talent would be able to."

"Talent?"

"The way you write is usually similar to the way you dance."

"What is your name?"

"Nagihiko."

"Is it free?"

"The dancing lessons?"

"Yeah."

"Of course."

"Thank you."

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Minako : I am not really sure about this fan fict but I felt like writing a Rimahiko so... This happened.

Rima : Have you even read a Rimahiko yet?

Minako : No, but this story was originally going to be an Amuto but I thought Rima would fit the role more well.

Nagihiko : Well everybody, review or Minako will probably stop writing this.

Minako : Every Author needs inspiration! :D

Rima : Make sure you review.

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