Yaya's POV

Maybe it was a bit too far to actually hide out in Viola's room, just waiting to get caught into her evil clutches, but at the same time... I couldn't let Rima go back to her house and face the abuse with her parents. I don't think my parents would be cool with a random girl a grade higher than me to just stay at our house for a while with out any notice, and we couldn't stay at the party any longer because Olivia seemed really focused on kicking everyone out of the house. So yeah, I suggested we hide in the house. Viola's room was, big. So here we are... in her basketball themed closet, hiding.

I was the only person Rima had told so far, about the divorce. I hadn't bothered to tell Amu. I mean, she was in her own fantasy land day dreaming about a certain guy because they did a certain thing that Yaya-chan certainly shouldn't know about this certain thing. But guess what, because I am certainly a cunning young girl, I know about this certain topic because I spied on a certain couple to be. Did you understand?

I tried calling Nagihiko and Viola didn't I, but they just ignored me. Viola eying me with those intimidating green glowing pools of energy which scared me, so I gave up. No point trying to appeal to Kukai and Utau. Those two left early anyway. They got all hyped up about something stupid most likely and then ditched the rest of us for some type of ramen-eating competition. Typical. That only left me with Olivia to appeal to. I think Rima hated Olivia. For all the wrong reasons at that. But whatever, Olivia was the only person that I could really bring to help Rima; maybe this will be a break-through moment for the newly found friendship between Rima and Olivia. Keep dreaming, Yaya.

So, I guess I was left to comfort her. I mean, I don't really mind comforting Rima, it's just I'm bad at it. Bad at comforting me. So, what was I supposed to do to make Rima feel, better? So then I led her to the biggest, unoccupied room I could find, lay Rima in the closet watching her role up into that pathetic ball-shaped stature of hers, and wrapped my arm around her neck in an attempt of making her feel better. After a while, tears slid off of her cheek unto my hand resting on her leg. It wasn't helping, was it. I was dead silent through the rest of the time in there. It had only been about 2 hours, but it felt more like two centuries.

Rima was lifting her head, about to talk. Our charas and I beamed with newly-founded hope of her recovery, but Viola interupted this process, "Now that Olivia is gone, would you care to tell me why you two are in my closet?" she said. Oh yes, Olivia, Viola's really nice sister, was /annoying/ her. How long did she knew we were in here.

Rima's head slowly arouse from in between her legs that touched her chest, "My parents are getting divorced." she had said. What? She told, Viola. I have nothing against Viola it's just, doesn't Rima have everything a person could have against someone against Viola. So why did Rima tell Viola.

"You know, you have to go home. At least, you can't stay here. My parents are coming down tommorow, and aren't your par-"

"They hate me." Rima replied to Viola

"Who."

"You know who, them... my parents."

"No they don't. No one could hate the notorious Rima-chan. The one who is so stuck-up that actually orders fan boys to do your work for them, or at least that what I hear."

Rima started bursting out crying. Come on Viola. You've done too far this time. Far enough to make the strong Rima-chan burst out crying. This was obnoxious.

"Come on Viola-chan. Have some feelings." I said emotionally.

She giggled and said. "Hey Yaya, when are you supposed to be at your house again?"

"6:30"

"It's almost 7:15 right now."

Shit, she's lying. If it's 7:15, I can't even imagine what Rima's parents are going to do to her if she goes home at this time. Not to mention mine.

"But lucky for me, I've known you two idiots were here for a long time, so I called your parents telling them that you'll get home later. Rima parents are really, anti-social, aren't they."

"But I don't want to leave, ever." Rima replied... to my surprise.

"You mean you don't want to go back." Viola counter-attacked.

"But Yaya-chan has to go, and it's dark." I added.

"Ugh, just stay at Fujisaki's house. He /shouldn't/ mind."

And so it be. Wait, Rima and I actually listened to Viola? Oh god, what's happening. Hopefully she doesn't infect our minds at this point.

Rima's POV

So somehow I ended up in her, in a house all alone with Nagi. I mean, I really hate him. There's just something about him that really bugs me. He's just so perfect. So charming. So cute. AHHHHH, what the hell am I thinking. Do you hear that. Yeah, that's me being crazy.

So Yaya just left me saying that her parents would kill her... is that even possible compared to mine? But I refuse to return to my house. My house full of parents, worrying about me... fighting, screaming; do I even matter? No. I hated it. So, if I have to stay at Fujisaki-kun's house, then... FINE.

Surprisingly his mother was okay with me staying the night. I mean it took a lot of convincing without approval from my parents but Nagi some how pulled it off. I owe him, big time; unfortunately.

So I got my own personal guest room. And man, was his house... BIG. I mean on the outside it looks big and confusing but the inside is worse with the confusion. Seriously. Do rich people really find it necessary to have five guest rooms. Ehhh, whatever.

"So who sent you to my house." he said with the smirk that I really, oh and I mean really, hate.

"Viola."

"You mean my neighbor Viola."

"Yeah."

"So I guess this was her plot to make your life a living hell wasn't it."

"Probably."

"Better than spending time with your parents, really?"

"Yeah."

"What a sad life."

"It's like you read my mind." I replied. But the thing was, I really don't hate Nagihiko. I mean, I don't like him as a friend either but he's somewhat opened up to me. I think Nagi was about to reply but a girl walked in.

"May I help you?" she asked.

"No Rosie. Rima's fine." Nagihiko responded.

"Who's Rosie...?" I questioned.

Nagihiko's POV

"I was doing my daily chores that day. I didn't see why I needed daily chores, I mean... I was rich so after all couldn't I get some maid to do all the chores for me? I did it grumbling, I guess I was complaining. It was before the time extreme etiquette was enforced in my life.

"Would you like some help?" Rosie asked. Her real name was Rose. She was a girl from America that had moved to Japan at a young age, age 6 I believe. She became very good at the art, the art of Japanese dance... so my mom employed her as a trainer, and she actually had the honor to train me, something that my mom was very strict about. She would always blush, like a tomato, more than Amu-chan, when I brought up something like, "Do you have a boyfriend," to make myself laugh. She had a bubbly personality. Everyone loved her. I gotten to know her the best. She was my best friend kind of. She helped me. Rosie was just, a beautiful person. I couldn't describe her. As I grew up though, it seems as if I don't get to see Rosie that often. I guess it saddens me. When she's not training, she helps the maids out, acting as a servant herself. I guess that's who Rose is."

"Interesting." Rima added. "Isn't Nadeshiko the head of the Fujisaki family?"

"Uhm, yeah."

"Then why would you need to be trained?"

Cornered. How bad am I at hiding this secret anyway?