Wow! I can't believe all of the people who reviewed. Thank you all for the support! And sorry about the long update: I was busy XD. I don't own Shugo Chara. They belong to Peach-Pit.

Rima's POV

"The teacher approved our idea. She said she was looking forward to it," Nagihiko told me. I almost spit out my water when he said the teacher approved. Sure, the idea was original and creative, but that didn't mean I wanted to do it. Nagihiko was about to pat my back because I was coughing and choking like crazy, but I shot him down with a glare. He rolled his eyes.

"Stupid teacher approving that damned idea…"

"You thought it was good," he argued, "and you agreed to do it with me." I pointed my nose into the air.

"I did, until the teacher approved such a weird idea. Only a guy could come something up like that. You must've been thinking with your second brain."

"My second brain?" I gave him a look, he narrowed his eyes, and then they widened. He blushed a bit but dismissed it for 'it's hot right now'. Yeah, it must be pretty hot in that sweater and those school pants. I rolled my eyes.

A moment of awkward silence went by. I can't believe we're actually going to do this. We got the materials today from the teacher since we've figured out exactly what we're going to do (that pretty boy forced me to stay after school to get everything sorted out and finalized). Afterwards, he offered to walk me home because I was pretty pissed.

"Hey, Rima?" I glared at him as we turned a corner.

"Rima? Rima? We're not that frank with each other," I scolded. He smiled quickly.

"But can I call you Rima? Would you prefer Rima-chan?" Another dramatic roll of my eyes and an added flip of my hair (stupid hair keeps flying in my hair).

"I suppose Rima-chan is alright…don't get comfortable with me. I don't trust you."

"We are doing an art project together. This will force us to get closer to each other. Besides, our poses in the photo will probably be pretty provocative–"

"Don't remind me," I interrupted. Nagihiko chuckled and shoved his hands in his pockets. We continued to walk in a silence that irked me, but I didn't say anything about it. What would be the point?

"Hey…Rima-chan?"

"Hmm?"

"What do you think about–" Nagihiko cut himself mid sentence and his mouth dropped open. I narrowed my eyes and followed his line of vision. My mouth dropped open when I saw what he was staring at.

Amu and Ikuto were in a pretty compromising position. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, his hands on her ass, and she was busy unbuttoning his shirts. Their tongues danced in a wild battle for dominance while one of his hands snaked up Amu's thigh and was slowly creeping her panties down. Pretty boy and I were about to witness them having sex.

"Amu!" I shouted. My face was pink like her bubblegum locks. She gazed at me with lust filled eyes. It took her a few seconds to realize that pretty boy and I were staring wide-eyed at them. Her eyes widened and she started pushing against Ikuto. He put her down, much to his annoyance, and realized why she did.

"R-Rima! What're y-you doing in this part of the park?" she asked, completely embarrassed. She tided herself up though. Ikuto didn't however.

"I…I…" I couldn't speak. I was too shocked by this. The shock was so overwhelming that everything started getting fuzzy and started whirling. What was happening?

And the next thing I knew, I was on the concrete ground, passed out.

I woke up with a headache the size of my small fist, and in an unfamiliar room. I sat up – the thudding in my head got harder – and looked around. When I saw a picture of Amu and I, I realized I was in her room.

"Ah, she woke up," Amu's worried voice said. Then I felt her hands take mine. I looked at her and blinked a few times. Then, remembering why I passed out in the first place, I jerked my hand free and wiped it like crazy on my skirt. "Why are you doing that?"

"I don't know what body parts your hands have touched!" Amu gave an embarrassed laugh.

"S-Sorry about that." Amu's face was completely bathed in a hue of bright red. I raised an eyebrow when I saw Ikuto leaning on the door, arms coolly crossed over his chest, and Nagihiko sitting in the chair shaking his head. "I didn't think that you guys would…"

"Walk in on you and Ikuto's intense make out?" She nodded sheepishly and I rolled my eyes. I laid back on the bed and waited for the thumping in my head to go down a bit so I could talk. "By the way Ikuto, aren't you and Saaya going out?"

"I'll leave you guys to talk," Ikuto replied. He walked out and left Amu, Nagihiko, and I in the room. Nagihiko moved over to the bed.

"Mind explaining what we were about to witness?" Nagihiko asked, anger evident in his tone. Amu bit her lip and sighed.

"Ikuto and I have been going out for three months now…" My eyes widened and I sat straight up. Nagihiko's eyes were wide just like mine. Amu was blushing like mad; she stared at her hands.

"And you haven't told me because…?" I shouted, outraged that she wouldn't tell me. Amu and I always share our boy troubles together.

"I-I didn't want to start any drama. We decided to keep it on the DL." I groaned loudly.

"Amu! You should've told me! It's not like I was talking to them before any of this!" She bit her lip again.

"I know, but I just…" It was my turn to sigh. Nagihiko shook his head.

"Wait, so what happened to Saaya?" he asked. I was wondering the same thing too. Amu smirked.

"She knows where she stands. Ikuto only puts up that front with Saaya so people won't know that we're going out. He knows what those girls are like, and Saaya is unchallenged." I nodded.

Their plot made sense. Amu was still rising to her power, and if any of those jealous and desperate girls found out that Ikuto was dating a girl that could easily be socially destroyed, they would. And if Ikuto tried to bring her back to power, the jealous guys would come in and try to take over. That would just start a war in the school. Since Ikuto is 'dating' a girl in power, no one will challenge them. Basically, Saaya is the decoy. Amu is the real deal.

"You're fine with him kissing her?" I asked. Amu shook her head.

"They don't kiss. They just hug and look all flirty and stuff." Nagihiko and I exchanged looks. It was a good plan, I won't deny it, but it would also lead to a lot of unwanted problems. I looked back at Amu, but that pretty boy beat me to it.

"Aren't you worried about Saaya becoming jealous and start plotting to get Ikuto?"

"Nope! Ikuto's loyal, that's for sure!" Amu clapped her hands and smiled. "Speaking of him, I'm going to go talk to him. He's a bit freaked out like I am."

"Amu!" She looked at me over her shoulder. "I don't want to leave your room and see you and Ikuto doing something really nasty." Her entire face was red like an apple's. She stuck her tongue out at me and slammed the door. The sound of fading footsteps let me know that I had some remaining peace.

Some.

"That was…awkward," he said. I nodded, and then laid back down. My head was pounding my skull like a hammer to a board. It hurt like hell and talking was just wasting my energy.

"Go away. I'm taking a nap now."

"You don't want me to take you home?" he asked. He stood.

"Nope. I'll just call my driver."

"Okay…see you tomorrow, Rima-chan." When he left and closed the door, I stared at it a little longer. Then I drifted off into a nice slumber.

It was just as Amu had said: they really were undercover. Ikuto and Saaya held hands like a couple, ate lunch like a couple, and flirted like a couple. At the end of the day, he gave her a quick hug. I saw Saaya frown deeply as she walked into her limo. This was going to start something soon if they didn't find a way to end it quickly. But, this was Amu's problem, not mine.

I, on the other hand, had my own problems to deal with. The only one at the moment really: to finish the project.

I was carrying two bags today. My regular school bag, and a bag full of provocative clothing for our picture. We were going to pick outfits today. The stupid pretty boy figured it would be a good idea to wear something revealing, to show off more lust. What a dog.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. I had to find–"

"I don't care. Let's just go already." Nagihiko glared at me, I glared back, and suddenly we were in a staring contest. It was only natural that I won; staring contests are my thing. He cursed under his breath. We hopped into my limo and drove to my house.

"Remind me again why we're going to my house."

"Because my mother will bother us for the entire time and then she'll want me to perform a dance with her to show me off." Oh, that's why. "And you said your parents won't be there, so it's easier for us." I flipped my hair out of my eyes and gave him a shifty gaze. He returned it innocently.

"Don't think this is an invitation to start getting all hands pretty boy."

"I don't get all hands with a girl I'm not dating," he replied coldly. I opened my mouth to say something – my comment was burning my tongue – but I said nothing and simply went to staring out the window.

The car pulled up to the front door and we were greeted by a few maids and butlers. Nagihiko was staring around and touching things in my house; I swear he was like a moth to a few flames. I grabbed the pretty boy's hand and dragged him to an empty room. I closed the door and glared at him.

"Wow, this room is pretty big." He took off his school jacket and tossed it casually onto the floor.

"Thanks, I think…let's just get this done. I want to paint my nails."

"So go paint them."

"It takes a while for them to dry, you know," I responded, annoyed to the bone. Nagihiko sighed and sat on the floor. I followed suit. Nagihiko pulled his book bag off of his shoulder – it was twice the normal size – and pulled out the contents. More provocative clothing, but it wasn't for him.

It was for me. Blood rushed to my cheeks.

"Obviously the only thing I'll need to be provocative is an open shirt and pants hung low on my hips. Girls love that," he said with a Cheshire cat grin. I looked away and down at my hands. Why were they trembling? I wasn't exactly sure, but I didn't like it. My fingers curled into my skirt.

"Not all girls find that attractive." Nagihiko made a skeptical face. Even I had to sigh at that one. What girl didn't find an attractive male sexy? "Okay, so maybe all of them do."

"Exactly my point. Girls, on the other hand, can be sexy just being themselves. But for this project, we're going to have to dig deep into our guilty desires and pleasures."

"Oh gosh…"

"I know." He winked and chuckled at my freaked out expression. "Dump your clothes out and we'll pick a good outfit out for you."

I dumped the contents of my bag onto the ground. Everything was either black, a sheer white, or a crimson red. It made sense since we're doing a black, white, and red theme. Those colors just fit together. I ran my fingers over the ruffled and lacy material. Was I actually going to wear this and strike a seductive pose for an A on an art project? A better question would be do I want to?

"Hmm…" I mumbled. My fingers curled in a sheer white lacy dress. I lifted it up and held it by the straps. It was completely see-through. The bra was attached, but if I were to wear it, you could see my stomach, and my underwear. It had lacy frills at the bottom and was way shorter than Saaya's cheerleading skirt. On a normal day, it was slutty. For this project, it was perfect.

"Is that the one you want?"

"I was hoping for something a little…darker."

"Dark colors don't suit you," he started, "I think you're more of a light color. Simply because it suits you."

"It's because I'm short, isn't it?" He rubbed his head nervously but gave me a nod of his head. I sighed and looked it over again. I guess it wouldn't be that bad. "Fine, I'll wear it."

"Great. Now you need shoes and accessories."

"I'll get those on my own time. You can burn the rest of these."

"Um, n-no, I think I'll keep them," he said and shuffled them all into his book bag. I smirked.

"You're a closet pervert, aren't you?"

"N-No!"

"You like keeping your little…treasures in your closet, hmm?" Nagihiko glared at me and I chuckled a bit. He lightened up and smiled.

"Well the first part of this project is complete. Get your accessories and stuff like that tomorrow, okay?" I nodded. I wasn't really paying attention but I heard him. "You're also going to try that on tomorrow." Now I heard that.

"In front of you?" He nodded with the same grin from earlier. The blood in my cheeks got hotter and flared. Red flushed my cheeks. "N-No way!"

"Well, we're going to be in front of each other, posing on each other either way."

"P-Posing on e-e-each other? When did we decide this?"

"Typically seduction comes from a seductive pose. I have an idea on what we can do too."

"When will my ideas be heard?"

"When you actually come up with some," he said. He smirked and tipped his head back. His chest rumbled with laughter. He looked back at me.

"Well…I want to come up with the pose!" I yelled. He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh really? Fine, then you can make the pose. Make it as sexy as you can."

"Fine!"

"In fact, let's make some poses now. Our top three and we'll vote." He pulled out the pad and pencil from the dinner. He forced me to stand up – he pulled me up – and stood there like a brick. I was still blushing.

"You mean…now?" He nodded.

"We can get two birds killed with the same stone today."

"I…I need time to think."

"It shouldn't be that hard. Just think sexy." Think sexy. Sexy doesn't include you. Oh gosh. I can't believe I was about to do this. But I couldn't leave him standing there because he already thinks that I can't come up with cool ideas for this project.

I blinked a few times and then a pose came to mind. I blushed at the thought.

"M-Move to the wall." I stripped myself of my jacket; it felt really warm and humid in here. We walked over to the wall and he stared down at me.

"What's the pose?" I fiddled with my fingers, sucked in a breath, and exhaled slowly. Then I glared at him.

"Okay…you're going to life me up into your arms and I'm going to wrap my legs around your waist." He nodded with that grin still plastered to his face. "And take that damn grin off of your face or else."

"Okay, okay." Then he lifted me up and pressed my back gently to the wall. His hands, unfortunately, were on my butt. I was blushing like Amu, which meant I have officially reached the 'Amu Blush' on the Blush-O-Meter. How shameful of me. "Wrap your legs around my waist."

"Okay…" I did just that. He stared at me. Just staring. It was weird, but I didn't feel all that uncomfortable. Maybe it was because of the fact that I've had encounters like this before because guys are stupid. Or maybe it was because I've yet to hear anything about pretty boy's love life.

Not that I cared.

"Hey, Fujisaki?"

"Hmm?"

"Have you ever had a girlfriend?" I'm not sure what burst of courage I've suddenly gotten, but the question slipped out before I could hold it back in. His face suddenly darkened and he stared straight at me. His jaw was hard and his lips were set into a hard line. We've both forgotten that we were in this position.

"Yeah, I have." So he actually has a love life? "But it was a stupid relationship. She didn't like me the way I liked her."

"Oh…"

"All she really cared about was sex, sex, sex."

"So you're not a virgin?" He shook his head no. "You know, for a guy who lost his virginity, you're not as freaky as I was expecting."

"That's pretty stereotypical…but if I had a redo of my first time, I would." That must've taken guts to tell someone. Most guys, I think, wouldn't admit that to just anyone.

I guess this project was bringing us closer.

"Really?"

"Yeah." He put me down and rubbed the back of his head. He looked at me with nervous eyes. His cheeks were sort of pink too. My blushing had gone down.

"I have an idea," Nagihiko suggested.

"Okay." He sat on the floor and pulled me down roughly onto his lap. Because I landed awkwardly, he adjusted my legs so they were on opposite sides of his thighs. I just sat there, unsure of what to do.

"Of course, you're going to look sexier than this right now, but this is the pose." He rested his hands on my hips.

"I bet you're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"I am…but I think I have something better." He started to sit up and I fell onto my butt. He moved my legs so they were sticking out but were sort of hinged up on his hips. He pulled me really close and moved my arms so they were wrapped around him. He was kneeling. "Yeah, this is better."

"Whatever. What about our last pose?" We both looked up at the ceiling for a moment when I thought of something. I got off of his lap and pulled him up.

"What's the pose?"

"Okay." I turned around so my back was to him. "You be creative."

"Can I…you know, touch you?" I glared at the sentence to myself.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean it's time to explore the mysteries of my body." A deep chuckle rumbled through him.

"I won't." One hand slithered to my hip, and the other slid close to my chest. What the hell?

"What're you doing?"

"Well, I was thinking…my hand would be slightly in your shirt, and your head would be tilted back so it would look like I was kissing it." My face turned red again. This project was getting weirder and weirder.

"F-F-Fine. But I swear if you go any lower I'll castrate you."

"Heh…I won't. And your threats don't scare me."

"They should." Then he gulped and moved away from me. "Are we done here?"

"Yeah…I'm going now." He smiled, grabbed his things, and left me alone in the empty room. My hands touched my cheeks. They were hot and flushed. My hands were a little clammy too.

What was happening?

And there you have it! The beginning of something…something exciting! R&R!