His Fame, Her Self

Genre: Drama/ Romance

Summary-Rima Touya is a low class girl with a scholarship in a rich elite high school called Knight Academy, filled with rich kids, who hate her! She just wants to finish her schoolwork to graduate high school and become an artist! Unfortunately, Senri Shiki, the most popular boy in the elite academy of snobby rich kids and the known world that has his face on a magazine cover, is interested in the outcast Rima Touya and kinda stalking her...for some reason. Could it be her oversized clothing attire, or her messy hair, or her thickly framed goggles? As she tries to be distant with Senri Shiki, her family and friends push her toward him. Could something start? Or just make the Touya female hate the rich society even more?

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Also, I forget to warn you about possible OCC-ness in either primary or secondary characters! Maybe both!


I walk to my locker, quickly stuffing my books into my backpack. The hall was filled with students exiting their classes, getting ready to go home or where ever it is the rich kids go to after school. I bet my half-time paycheck it's going to parties, eating in five star restaurants, or spending endless hours wasting their money on personal gain.

I quietly sighed, adjusting my glasses off the brim of my nose. I closed my locker, and turned the lock so no one would try to break into it. Something bumped into me, making my back hit against my own locker door. The metal hit against my clothes, making me feel like a spear just went through my spinal cord. I winced in pain as I stood up properly, only to hear a cluster of giggles leave down the hall.

Stupid rich snobs! The hallway was already empty; so I saw in no point to start walking to where they'll continue to torture me. I'd actually like to see them in my position; they probably complain in the first three seconds! Rubbing my collarbone, I winced in agony; feeling a bruise being developed.

,"You okay?" A voice spoke from behind me. I saw the boy from before. I couldn't catch his name, but I could catch those silvery orbs and red locks a mile away.

,"Peachy…" My sarcasm dripped. I stood up and began walking with him suddenly beside me. I looked up at him, but he was clearly focused on walking forward, "Can I help you?"

We both stopped, as he looked down at me due to me being vertically challenged. He examined me, once again, like I was something out of this planet or rather this universe.

,"Rima Touya." I jumped out of my skin at the sound of my name that past his mouth. My eyes went from wandering around the hallway to his silver eyes. A smirk had placed itself on his lips, "Scholarship student. See you around!" He winked at me and turned the opposite direction and walked nonchalantly down the stairs.

I scowled at the back of his head, turning to walk down the hall than a series of steps. Why did he seem to concern himself with me? How was it that we almost have the exact same class schedule? How is it that he knows the exact words to make me either hate him more or wonder how he could make me speechless?

How was it that he knew the accurate words to make me question who I thought I was?


,"Rima, you're late!" A singsong voice screeched in my left ear as I signed in. I turned to face the happy-go-lucky girl who was soon going to need a guard dog. Her reddish brown hair was in neat waves to her waist, hazel orbs that were like sprinkled cinnamon on a whipped cream in a hot chocolate mug, and skin radiant as the morning sun. I glared at her.

I placed my identification card near my heart, "Could you not say that out loud, Sachiko? I have to not get a deduction on my paycheck this week."

I worked at this clothing store; where apparently all the rich girls I go to school with, always go. It's called Kokoro, which is ironic considering how it means heart, something none of those girls have. Just a black hole that fills in the void. I quickly went to a table where some shirts were displayed and folded the mess some customers left behind for me to clean. But like always, Sachiko followed me like a faithful little duckling she was.

,"So…," her soft chocolate eyes were on me as I folded a pair of short denim shorts, "How was your new school, Miss Rima Touya?"

,"Quite…aggravating." Her cheerful expression turned into a sour one as mention my new entrance to hell, "I've only been there for eight hours and I feel like it is my own personal hell full of self-absorbed snobs."

,"What are you talking about?!" She screeched so hard, I now suspect my left ear has really gone deaf, "Knight Academy is the most prestigious there is in our region. For you to have gained a scholarship is an opportunity for you to get once in a lifetime!"

I sighed as she continued to follow me. I fixed the clothes of a lanky, pasty mannequin by the window with Sachiko placing the clothes on the racks in their correct order.

Sachiko was a very bubbly girl who didn't let any one burst it. She is my age of sixteen and a companion in my previous high school. Her and me were like water and fire, day and night, and cat and dog: complete opposites. Though we were hard to pull apart even with our differences.

,"You can't tell me that its that bad?" Her cheerful voice made me look at her at the corner of my eye. Her parents named her well: happy child. She never had a frown on her face, just a scrunched little sour face that she made when she was dissatisfied.

,"I've seen prisons that treat criminals like royalty." My sarcasm remark made laughter come from Sachiko. She often took my sardonic attitude half-heartedly.

,"Those rich girls must ignore you as much as the rich boys, huh?" She tiptoed, fixing the hat on the mannequin I was helping, "Just tilt it a little to the side."

,"The stupid rich snobs can't stop staring at me." I placed a new silver belt on the mannequin's thin hips, "The girls hate me and the boys can't stop gazing at me. It's like they think I'm some alien or newfound creature they finally discovered in the tundra."

I sighed as I turned to the neighboring mannequin, giving her a new wig of blonde hair, "It's like I stepped into the lion's den. I'm just waiting for one of the lionesses to pounce on me and rip me into pieces."

,"Rima, you worry too much, you know?" She sat herself on a stool, "Are you sure you're not just imagining things?"

,"Right? I'm imagining myself being harassed by rich snobs?" I put a grey vest on the mannequin before placing a few bracelets on her small wrist, "That does sound like my imagination." Another chuckle came from Sachiko's lips.

We turned to the entrance of the clothing store to have a small group of girls enter and scatter around the store, "Let's get back to work…"


Her emerald eyes were more fierce than astounding as I heard, her dark locks was darker than the shirt she wanted to purchase, "You're that scholarship student, right?"

,"Yeah." I managed to say a word, considering how she was the one to throw those paper balls at me. I raised my glasses and lowered my eyes, not wanting to turn into stone. I managed to catch her name as I placed the price tag on the scanner. Minako: beautiful child. Her parents must have been confident on their rich genes or they were really desperate to name her that.

She pushed her dark hair over her shoulder, leaning against the counter towards me, "You seemed to catch his interest for some reason."

,"Whose?" One-word answers seem to be the best way to avoid any friendship between us. Last time I checked I was the freak in a rich private school. Who'd take the time to take an interest in me? With my thickly framed glasses and messy hair? Not to mention my low-income status?

,"Senri Shiki." She seemed to be drifting off to fan girl island as she said the name. For a moment, she was a fan girl but quickly reverted back to the 'cool-girl' image.

,"Nine hundred, fifty seven and thirty-one cents." She swiped a shiny platinum card and pressed her code, making her purchase. I placed her twenty shirts into two of our customized bags with the receipt and gave them to her, hoping she'd forget our conversation. Unfortunately, she didn't. She stood waiting for my answer.

,"No. Sorry. Have a good day." The last one was forced out by working policy. I pushed a few locks of my orange hair out of my glasses as she walked out of the store in a runway manner along with her wanna-be look alike group of friends.


My hand waved gently. Sachiko hopped out of the clear entrance doors of Kokoro, "See you tomorrow!" She skipped halfway down the street before disappearing.

I obtained the graveyard shift. Yay me! It was Friday and I was hoping my suckish day at school and work would have been over at five. I wanted to be at home, eating out of the carton of chocolate chip ice cream in some sweat pants and t-shirt, watching some movies.

But here I am, at Kokoro at ten past five with a few other employees who dislike me. I sighed, re-tying my ponytail in a rather sloth-like manner.

,"Have you tried letting your hair down?" I turned to the source of the voice. There stood a group of boys who I recognized from my Physics class. I pulled my hands away from my hair and looked at the group of boys. I noticed that they were gazing at me; making me feel like a fish out of water.

,"You're that new girl, right?" I nodded making the boys grin, "What school did you use to go to?"

,"It's not far from here," I moved away from them. I was not used to the opposite sex having a sudden attraction to me; making me feel in immense discomfort by both of the sexes staring down at me. I noticed they were following me from a distance every time I moved from one area to another. This is going to be a long night.


I propped myself on the blue comforter with a soft thud. I flinched at the bruise I obtained. It was more painful than a while ago, like a thousand bees sung in that particular area. I sighed, sinking into the soft comforter to ease the pain on my back.

My exhausted eyes stared up at the blank ceiling and quickly glanced at the bedside table to see it was midnight on the dot. It would have been worst if I had came any later. I lazily lifted myself off my bed and changed into my pajamas. I placed my bifocals on the small table and let my orange hair fall to my shoulders.

I heard a muffled sound, but I didn't bother to see the source of it; I was too tired and lethargic to even think about anything, except that the pillow felt soft against my throbbing head. The muffling faded as my blue eyes hid behind my eyelids. I slowly drift into a deep sleep.


Monday morning. Seven, twenty-one a.m.

KNOCK! KNOCK! My curled hand tapped the door, making the noise echo through the hallway. No response. I tapped my fist harder against the door, with no answer behind the door. I sighed, "Masaru Touya, get up! It's time to get ready!"

Pressing my ear against the door, I heard a disappointed moan and a beeping noise, which was shut off by being crashed to the floor. Knocking harder once more, I heard an angered moan with a large weight falling on the floor alongside the muffled 'ow'.

,"Masaru, It's already seven, twenty-five!" I rolled my eyes, walking away from the door. I turned halfway down the hall; the door finally flew open with a boy holding the handle in his black shorts and white muscle shirt. His dark red hair told signs of his bed head, and his emerald orbs had bags under them, "Get ready for school." I walked down the stairs, after hearing a door slam close and the noise of rummaging through drawers.

Waiting in the kitchen, I placed my plate in the sink, turning to see my brother wolfing down his breakfast of cereal and milk. He quickly digested it, slinging his backpack over his shoulder as I put my frames on my nose, we both walked out the door and down the hair.

,"Why didn't you wake me up?" He exclaimed, as we crossed three houses away.

I sighed. My little brother Masaru was just like any other thirteen year old, except he was a gentleman compared to my new rich classmates. I noticed that no one would suspect we were siblings, considering how he takes after my father, and I take after my mother. But almost every day, he was complaining, "I did try to get you up, but you only continue to snore away in your dreams."

We both crossed a crosswalk, turning a corner at a flower shop. He ruffled his hair to make his hair appear less messy. I admit, my brother can be childish, demanding, disorganized, and have a bad temper but he can also be very kind, sweet, and a real gentleman.

,"Well, see you around your lunch time!" He cheerfully walked toward his school's entrance.

,"Why?" I quirked an eyebrow as he looked over shoulder before leaving into his school grounds.

,"We get out early today, and I don't want to wait three hours for you. I might as well go to your school, besides I want to see how your new school is like."

Looking back at him, he soon joined a group of boys near the entrance. Anxiety welled up inside of me, but I pushed it aside walking down the street to my entrance to Hell.


I was stationary at my seat, with my eyes on the window. Physics was almost over, meaning that English would be next. It was boring in class as we continued with Newton's laws. I sighed, looking beyond the windowpane to the tree as I outlined every inch of the orchid.

Suddenly, someone blocked my view of the tree. I looked at the face, of a young male about my year or two my senior. He had a mane of platinum blonde hair and the orbs of amethysts. He face was inches close to mine as I attempted to keep our distance farther.

,"Osamu. Quit scaring the new girl." A voiced forced the boy to pull a few feet away from me. Two boys then stood beside the one named 'Osamu'. One was about four inches taller than me with black hair and black eyes, while the other was ten inches over my head with dyed red hair and green eyes. He stared at me until the bell rang, to which he held his hand out to me waiting for me to take it. I hesitated, until I slowly reached for his hand only to have it swiped away by a certain reddish-brown locked hair boy.

,"It's time to go to our next class, Hashimoto." I looked up at him, to see a sharp glare emitting from his silvery-blue orbs. He held my hand in a rather gruff manner as though he was afraid I would slip away forever.

His violet eyes glared back, "I know that…" He walked pass both of us, but turned around to look at us. With another share of glares at both boys, he walked away to his class as I stood in my Physics class with a boy holding to my hand.

I cleared my throat to catch his attention, which seemed to work. He looked down at me with an intense look, releasing my hand in a few seconds. I held my hand, expecting it to be in pain, but to my surprise it felt as though I had never injured it at all. He slightly bowed, holding out his hand to me.

,"May I escort you to your next class?" He spoke with such a sweet voice than from the hostile one from before.

What was I, Princess of Low-Income?! I walked around him, "You got to be kidding me?" But have him follow me down two hallways and a series of steps.

,"What?" He asked, confused at my actions. To my observations, it seems that no girl has rebuked him; he must have thought I was one of those other snobby rich girls who are easily swooned by false chivalry. Well, he has finally met one girl who isn't hypnotized by his charm or brainwashed by beauty advertisements!

I horribly tried to imitated his voice, "'May I escort you to your next class?' You have to be joking right?" I clung to my English book as I fasten my pace to get to class on time.

,"I was trying to be polite." He synchronized with my footing, conversing with me.

,"I'm sorry, but whatever it is you're selling, I don't want to buy." His eyebrow rose at my comment, "I don't know what you want with me, but could you …leave me…alone." I was shocked that his silver-blue orbs widen at my response. I quickly switched to the 'soft-voiced scholarship student', lowering my eyes to the floor, "I'm sorry for saying those things, but could you please… leave…me…alone." I turned my heel, pushing my glasses up, and walking into my English class before the bell rang.


I hope you enjoyed this chapter! It's for the three-day weekend!

Sorry for the mistake: Rima isn't ugly she consciously thinks she is. Rima looks the same as in the manga/anime but she just thinks she isn't pretty. I thought I should make her like a flower late in bloom, or the last duckling to become a swan. She programmed herself to a setting that no one is in except her because of her position. She thinks to appear beautiful; you have to have the money for it.

I'm sorry for any confusion, but I made her think that way. I came up with the idea by how the media pressures girls to be beautiful. My mom also gave me the idea; she told me that every 'pretty girl' should beware 'late bloomers'.