Chapter Two: The Contest
A/N: I don't own Shugo Chara.
Chapter Two: The Contest
The petite blonde girl got out of bed to a beeping sound, after attempting to muffle the sound with her pillow. She sleepily stumbled over to the alarm clock and turned it off. Not registering her surroundings for a couple seconds, the girl stood there dumbly. But then, as if a fire had lit an explosion, she rushed around getting herself ready for the school day and, in turn, her revenge.
The morning went by in a blur for Rima. Putting on her uniform, brushing the tangles out of her hair, walking to school, class, then, finally, it was lunchtime. As soon as the bell rung, she rose from her desk, which was unfortunately right next to Nagihiko's and Amu's, and intentionally tripped over Amu's bookbag, which was lying on the ground. She fell flat on her face, much to the students' amusement. Even Amu, her former best friend, was laughing at her clumsiness. She slowly rose, only to collapse. Again, the class burst into peals of laughter.
Tentatively, she raised her hand and asked, "Sensei, may I go to the infirmary?" The teacher nodded, and Rima carefully picked herself up from the floor, not letting her pained expression slip. Limping over to the infirmary with her bookbag slung over her shoulder, she made sure to add a wince and a hissed ow every few steps. But she felt a stare burn into her back, reminding Rima that there was one person who wasn't fooled by her acting.
Finally, she reached the health office and sat down on the bed there. She was told to wait there, as the nurse had just driven off for lunch and had to be called. After a few minutes, Ikuto stumbled in, holding a tissue to his nose, and flopped down on the bed next to hers, directing her a curious glance as he hissed a question. "What did you do? I was hearing rumors about how you were sent to the infirmary after trying to punch Amu, but apparently you tripped and sprained your ankle instead."
"I just tripped over Amu's bookbag and made a very convincing display of it," she replied quietly. "Anyway, what was your plan?"
"I was thinking a bit of a popularity hit to Nagi and Amu's popularity." Ikuto said.
"Sounds interesting. But how exactly would we achieve this?"
"Okay, how good are you with music?" Ikuto asked.
Rima's curiosity piqued a bit at the mention of music. "I can sing, play piano, and compose pretty well. I can also play the drums a little bit." she answered, quirking an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Great, that's awesome, because I can sing too and play guitar. So, I was thinking of knocking Amu and Nagi down the popularity ladder. Amu is No. 2, right?" Ikuto inquired, barely able to keep the excitement off of his face.
To be honest, Rima still wasn't sure what he was suggesting, but she confirmed the fact with a nod.
"Yeah, so I'm going to ask the principal to host an anonymous music contest for the top sixteen most popular girls and boys and their chosen partners. Most likely, Amu and Nagi will be performing with each other. And I'll pick you as my partner, but we'll both be incognito, so no one will know. The end result will be their descent into the arms of Satan, where they rightfully belong, and our rise into the world of popularity. Everyone, and I mean everyone, will be talking about us instead of them. (Ikuto's Tadagay mindset: We are so evilly devious! AHAHAHAHHA! THEN WE WILL RULE THE UNIVERSE TOGETHER MUAHAHAHAHA) Then Nagi and Amu will know how it is to have something precious to them taken away, capish?" Ikuto explained hurriedly, even though it was out of character for him (but remember, authors control everything). In hindsight, it was a really good idea, if one overlooked the fact that it was completely idealistic. Rima didn't have anything better though, so she nodded and spoke, crossing her arms.
"Let's get started, then." Rima was already starting for the door when she halted abruptly and tilted her head back at Ikuto. "Actually, I still have one question. Why the infirmary?"
Suddenly, Ikuto's face had sheepishness written all over it."It's the only place I can talk to you without raising a shitload of rumors."
Then she understood. He would be mobbed everywhere else. Rima sighed and turned, pushing the door open to leave. Such are the woes of popular people.
A/N: Sorry it's short, I don't really write that well.
