The stupid log-in thing wouldn't work :(

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Shugo Chara. I don't own Tom Sawyer either =.=

Rima stared at the window. The glass had been frosted over so she really couldn't see anything, but there was nothing better to do. Rima sighed. The region she lived in had a huge temperature drop from around 13 to below 0 degrees Celsius. She pushed herself off the sofa and went into the kitchen for something to eat. She went back to her original spot with a cup of tea and a book. As she was about to turn to the bookmarked page, she noticed something strange on the window. She set the book down and walked over to it, discovering yet another message, probably from the same person as before.

On a cold day like this,
I want to stay home and sleep.
But then you call for me,
And I would travel around the world to see you.
Because you make me feel warm.

-Small Steps to You

Rima was used to the poems and the varying signatures, but when she looked at the glass, a portion of the frost had been wiped off, in the shape of a heart. Rima quirked an eyebrow. She went back to her book and took out the bookmark, the note still clutched in her hand, and started reading.

Rima breathed in the cold air and exhaled slowly, her breath clearly visible in the cold weather. She held up her camera once she saw a spider web, untouched and weaved to perfection.

"Even on days like this you take pictures?" Nagihiko asked her, looking at the frosted web in wonder.

"Winter crystallizes the world, making things like this natural wonders." Rima replied, letting the camera dangle from its strap once she had finished taking a photo of the web. Nagihiko glanced at her. "And I want to get an A." Rima added.

Nagihiko chuckled. "So, have you gotten another letter yet?" Ever since the first day of February, when she had first told him about her secret admirer, they would always somehow coincidentally meet up and have small conversations while she took her pictures.

Rima nodded as the two continued to walk along the park path. "Delivered to my window. The man's lucky my apartment is on the bottom floor."

Nagihiko laughed. "Lucky man he is. Lucky that you didn't hunt him down and threaten him yet."

Rima rolled her eyes. "That was one time. And you and Amu even helped me."

Nagihiko shrugged.

As the two walked, frozen white flowers floated down from the sky. Nagihiko looked up at the sky. "It's snowing." He remarked.

Rima paused for a second; catching a snowflake on her fingertip and watching it melt. "Can I have a favor?" She muttered, barely audible. Nagihiko cocked his head sideways. "Can you pose in some of my pictures?"

Nagihiko raised an eyebrow. "Like a model?" Rima avoided his gaze. He smiled. "Sure."

Rima beamed at him and told him where to go, how to stand and which direction to look, along with many other things, but those were the most important for him to focus on. Well, that, and staying still.

Around 5:00pm. The sun started setting. Rima looked up from her camera and checked her watch. Nagihiko peeked over and saw the time, got up, stretched and declared his departure.

"Wait," Rima said. He halted and turned around. "How are you getting home? You're house is 15 miles away, the buses are down, and the train tracks are frozen over."

Nagihiko considered all this information, and shrugged. "I guess I'll just have to walk."

Rima frowned. "And freeze to death? You can stay over at my place for the night, I have an extra bedroom."

Nagihiko smiled with gratitude. "Thank you, you're highness." He bowed.

Rima rolled her eyes. "Call me that again and I'll make you sleep in the kitchen." Nagihiko chuckled and walked happily next to her.

The two college freshmen entered the building and made themselves comfortable. Rima went into the kitchen to get something to eat, when Nagihiko objected and decided that he was going to cook them a real dinner. Rima huffed at this but did not say anything. She went to sit on the sofa and picked up the book she had been reading from this morning. It was a romance novel, for those were the only kind she read. Sure, when it was comics, it was always comedy, but she felt that such brilliant gags could not be expressed by words, and so she decided that romance novels were the next best thing. After Nagihiko had finished making dinner and they had both eaten, the settled across from each other and just sat on the sofas, each caught in their own thoughts. Nagihiko's eyes have been examining the house when they fell up her window. He got up to take a closer look and smiled, the faint shape of a heart was still there. Nagihiko looked over his shoulder at Rima.

"Rima-chan, why don't you take a picture of this?"

Said girl looked up from her book. "The heart?"

"Yeah."

She frowned. "No, I'm just getting to the good part, and if the stalker is watching right now he'll get the wrong ideas."

Nagihiko rolled his eyes. "Come on Rima-chan, it would make a good theme poster."

Rima groaned at his insistence. "Ugh, fine." She grabbed her camera bag, took out the camera, and adjusted the settings to window pictures. Meanwhile, Nagihiko had sauntered over to where Rima had been sitting, her book laying on the coffee table. He picked it up and it opened to a page where a single piece of paper was resting. On the page was a familiar poem. Nagihiko smiled. He took you a piece of paper and pen and scribbled something down, folding it in half and sticking it on top of the poem before closing the book. Rima was still trying to adjust the settings. Nagihiko walked over to her and asked her how it was coming.

She looked at him. "It actually turned out pretty nice." She smiled. "How long do you think it will last?"

Nagihiko looked at the heart. "Forever."

Rima scrunched her eyebrows together. "No it won't."

Nagihiko chuckled. "Just because the shape fades away, doesn't mean that the love does too. That man will probably love you until the end of time."

When he looked back at Rima, he caught a glimpse of a red face before having a pillow thrown at his head.

Red Beard :(|)

P.S. I suck at writing Amuto, if you haven't noticed.