Mermaidcharaakazukin is soooooooo sorry she didn't update sooner but she didn't know what she wanted to do for the fourth chapter and so she she didn't get much sleep every night trying to think up a good way to write it. So in the end, she improvised!
*And that was my little tribute to Yaya for no reason at all, other than the fact that writing in third person seemed really fun and I was speaking in third person all day today … so I'm officially declaring it 'Yaya Day!'*
Rima POV
I'd felt like I'd actually accomplished something when I told purplehead about Kusukusu, and to come over today. But now that I was actually at home, with Divi and my forever shouting parents, I was having second thoughts. What if he didn't show up? What if Divi tried to kill us? Could charas even exist if their owners were dead?
Probably not. I couldn't stop myself from thinking that that was most likely the only reason why I was still alive. Before I could give it any more thought, though, the doorbell rang.
My parents fell silent, and I knew that was not good. Shit, I thought, I probably should have told purplehead to come through my window. Anything could go wrong now – my parents would be pissed I'd told a boy (even if he was just barely a boy) to come over, they might start fighting and throwing things again and he'd probably freak out, he might ask questions about why my parents were fighting and throwing things at each other or –
My dad might open the door. I couldn't let that happen because then he'd go ballistic and probably kick purplehead out of the house. That was the last thing I needed to happen. So I ran downstairs as fast as possible, but my dad had already opened the door.
"Who are you?" he asked purplehead rudely.
"Fujisaki Na-," purplehead started, but then he saw me (which must have been incredibly difficult since I was standing right behind my dad, who was, like almost everyone in Japan, taller than me) shaking my head at him, and miming putting my hair into a ponytail.
Thankfully, he got the message. "Fujisaki Nadeshiko," he said quickly, his voice rising and getting all girly. "Rima-tan invited me over."
My dad looked slightly suspicious, but it seemed he couldn't find anything wrong with a 'girl' coming over, so he let purplehead in. He followed me up to my room.
"So, where's Divi?" he asked immediately.
"I thought you were here to help me get Kus-" I started, and then realized what he was hinting at. "She's in her egg, taking a nap. She's incredibly lazy."
"Do you have any tape?" purplehead asked again, which seemed like a really weird question.
I handed him the tape dispenser. He took off two pieces of tape and put them on the crack on Divi's egg, so they made a little white X.
"Um," I said, completely confused, "what was that for?"
"Safety precaution," answered purplehead, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Why?" I asked, feeling like a complete idiot.
"Because," purplehead said, "if Divi put Kusukusu back in her egg, she won't want us getting Kusukusu back out, right? So it's best if we keep her trapped in her egg so she can't stop us."
Unfortunately, that actually made sense. "Okay," I sighed. "Now how do I get Kusukusu back out of her egg?"
"Isn't it obvious?" purplehead asked me. "Kusukusu was born because you wanted to make people laugh, right? And be nicer."
"Yeah," I said, "that's right."
"So that's what you have to do," purplehead explained. "Be nicer. Make people laugh. And the less mean you are, the less you're believing in Divi's dream, so if you do that too, Divi might even disappear. That's like killing two birds with one stone."
"You want me to kill birds?" I shrieked. "What is wrong with you? You have one sick, sick mind, crossdresser!"
Purplehead laughed, which was so not my intention. "That's not what I meant!" he said. "It's just a saying, Rima. It means you're getting two things done by doing one thing."
"Oh," I said quickly, "I knew that. I was just … making you laugh, like you said I should do to get Kusukusu back." It was sort of a lame, easily seen through excuse, but I wasn't going to admit that I didn't know half the stuff purplehead did.
"By the way," purplehead added, "if you want to be nicer, you should probably stop calling me 'purplehead' and 'crossdresser'. That's more like something Divi would say."
"You want me to be nice to people," I repeated disbelievingly. "So I can't call Tadase Tadagay anymore or you crossdresser and I can't be sarcastic or anything?"
"Yeah, pretty much," purpl- Nagihiko said, looking really happy about the miserable expression on my face.
"My life is so over," I cried dramatically. "But you said this will get rid of Divi too, right?"
"It should," purpl- Nagihiko told me, his face suddenly all serious.
"Darn," I grumbled, "I don't even get to stab Divi! Now you're just being cruel." The night Kusukusu had returned to her egg, I'd had a dream where I'd stabbed Divi with some random kitchen knife and she'd disappeared forever and everything had gone back to normal. Ever since, I'd sort of been hoping I could actually stab the stupid devil chara.
"You know, you're a lot more violent than you look," Nagihiko commented cheerfully. I kicked him.
He doubled over in pain, but still managed to say, "That's not being nice, Rima-chan. You're making this a lot harder for yourself."
Grrrrrrrr. He was so enjoying this.
Short chapter, I know, but I wasn't really sure what to do for this bit … so I improvised! Now I'm not really sure how long to make this story – I was thinking just 5 chapters at first, but this is chapter 4 and it's obviously not done and I don't think I can wrap up everything in one chapter unless it's really, really long. Also, I'm not quite sure whether or not to keep Divi trapped in her egg (because then how will Rima do the Guardians work and also the other Guardians would ask questions) so if you could review and mention what you want, please do! I'll be putting in some Rimahiko ASAP, I promise, because they're my absolute favorite pairing and I know for sure I'll be writing more Rimahiko stories. I hoped you enjoyed this chapter! Read and review, please!