Parfaits

Rima… When someone thinks of her, they would associate her with long, cream-colored hair. She'd have a short and petite frame, and a high pitched voice, and let's not forget her love of comedy.

No one ever imagined she'd be a great person to remember certain things.

Nagihiko was walking into the Royal Garden casually, Rhythm trailing behind. There was a pleasant feeling in the garden…until he was in a ten-foot radius of Rima. Now that was frightening.

"Hey…Nagihiko? Do you remember that time that you forced me to keep that secret about you being Nadeshiko? And you owed me a parfait?"

"Hmm…" Nagihiko racked his brain for any memory of that promise. Then, he snapped his fingers as it hit him. "Oh yeah! I guess I totally forgot about it."

"Well, you still haven't paid me back. You owe me a parfait!" Rima yelled, pointing an accusing finger at the raven-haired cross dresser.

"Okay. Let's go to that yogurt place across the-"

"Oh no, I'm not finished!" Rima declared with a glint in her eye. "You owe me six months' worth of interest!"

Nagihiko's face practically resembled those classic horror masks in the theaters. "B-but Rima!"

"So…let me think." Pretending to calculate math in her head, Rima tapped her foot on the tile softly.

Nagihiko gulped nervously.

"You owe me about three weeks of slavery! Well, actually depending on your performance, it might be four but anyway. Let's start with the parfait, and then you can work on the slave bit." Giggling, she let a heavy-headed Nagihiko drag her to the yogurt place.

Nagihiko sighed. "Goody."