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Title: Wouldn't Dream Of It
Summary: She treats me like crap, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
Rating: K+
Main Character/Pairing: Nagihiko, Nagihiko/Rima
Genre: Romance/Friendship
Inspiration: Two of my friends that are exactly like Nagi and Rima.

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"Mashiro-san, is something wrong?" I asked politely, hoping to rid her of that little line between her eyes that she always seemed to have whenever I spoke to her. We were alone in the Royal Garden; everyone else had already left for the day. Since we'd concluded early, Rima's parents weren't there to pick her up yet and I'd told everyone that I would stay with her until they got there.

Now she sat in her chair, tiny arms crossed furiously across her chest as she glared at me, that little line bugging me to no end. She looked like an angry little porcelain doll, though she wasn't nearly as fragile. Appearances are deceiving, I suppose, but after spending one hour in this little girl's presence, anyone would know that.

"Nothing I'd want to talk to you about," she hissed, lifting her nose to look down it at me, her wavy blonde hair falling over her shoulder.

I bet you don't, I thought, not wanting to get her any angrier at me. "All right. Well, if you need me, I'll be here." Deciding it was as good a time as any to go to the bathroom, I left. I'll be back in just a moment, I assured myself.

When I was returning, wondering why the closest bathrooms had been locked and I'd had to walk all the way around the school, I heard a soft sob coming from the Garden. Instantly, I was alert, racing in and thinking I would only find the worst.

Sitting in the same chair as where I'd left her, I found Rima crying into her hands, trying to stop the sound. My heart broke and I walked over to her slowly, not knowing whether I should intrude on the obviously personal moment. When I made it to her side without being decapitated, she fisted those miniscule hands in my shirt and her face buried in my chest.

I just stood there, shocked, disbelieving that it was actually happening.

"I just want to be a normal kid!" she cried, more sobs wracking her small body. "I'm sick of having to be watched constantly and having to give lame excuses for not being able to go to my friends' houses!"

As she cried out her frustration, I just stood there, patting her back and stroking her hair.

At about the time her parents would be pulling up outside, she looked up at me with those big eyes still filled with tears and snarled, "If you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you."

Watching her stroll away quickly, wiping at her face with her sleeves, I murmured, "I wouldn't dream of it."