Thank you, thank you, thank you for all your love on the last chapter...but I'm late, it has been awhile ^-^" I'm really thankful for you guys and I promise the next chapter will come out VERY soon. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Shugo Chara. 'Precious Secrets And Beautiful Liars' by TheLingeringWolf=most of the story's inspiration. 'Got to be perfect Not' by bleachlover1999=Rima's original disguise. The story is also influenced by Durarara
(Durarara is coming out with a second season in January! I'm sooo excited!)
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Kukai POV
That one day I wound up like this, I realized I would never get back. But was it that hard to change the future? I would never know. Because I'm already well into it.
I had witnessed both moments. Both of the moments where they opened the door and went inside of their own respective homes. Nagihiko's and Rima's moments.
Rima's was simple. She grabbed the grocery bags on the front porch and simply walked in. She was lucky no fresh food was in those bags, nothing perishable, for if there were, she would have wasted it. The way she walked in was subtle. There wasn't any yelling coming from inside, nor was there any noise at all. She simply slipped in, softly letting the door click closed behind her.
That was all.
Nagihiko's was slightly more dramatic. When he arrived to the door front, almost instantaneously, the doors flew open. He did, in fact, sigh at that point, looking over to a nearby tree where I suspected there was a security camera planted. The person waiting on the other side was his mother. While speaking in a even, dark tone, she lectured him without needing to raise her voice as she ushered him inside.
No sign of life was shown afterwards.
Before witnessing each scene, I had left them to their own accords a safe distance away from each house. Nagihiko witnessed Rima's with me.
I doubt either of them cared though.
Which was a little disappointing for my pride.
Well.
It's okay.
So after that, I returned to my home. By then, it was already dark, the stars twinkling in the sky. It was peaceful, a very calming type of peaceful. Still, in my mind, I conjured many different scenarios for the next day. I wondered if Rima would actually come to school the next day the way Nagihiko dressed her up as earlier that day.
With that, my eyes shone with curiosity.
Tomorrow was it.
Good times were waiting.
Rima POV
They took no notice of me when I walked in, my mother was shut in her room and my dad was snacking on nuts.
Stubbornly, I decided that it didn't matter if they pretended I didn't exist. So I threw the groceries in the cupboards and went up to my room, dragging the bag of clothing I had bought up the stairs.
When I arrived in my room, I put the bag next to my desk and stared at myself in the mirror. I was in my natural form again. Hair down and cut on my cheek.
I heaved a sigh and plopped onto my bed, falling asleep, forgetting to eat dinner.
As I fell asleep, I faintly tasted peach juice.
Nagihiko POV
" Again," my mother commanded.
I restarted the routine. Sweat was beginning to pour down and my gestures became more aggressive.
This was supposed to be a graceful dance.
"Again."
My mother had grown tired, 'again' had been the only word she had uttered in the past hour. It was nearing midnight.
Still, I agreed with her. My dancing was sloppy and unrefined. I did not deserve a good night's sleep. Here, with my only other company being my mother, I agreed with all her ideals.
Humans are like that.
They agree with whatever the person around them says, regardless of their own previous thoughts and opinions.
This time, as my mother barely uttered the 'a' sound, I restarted my routine with renewed effort.
I would give this my all.
Again and again I danced the same movements, not once getting tired of it.
When my mother finally dismissed me, it was four in the morning. I had three hours to sleep. So I did, collapsing onto my bed in exhaustion.
I nearly woke up late for school.
Normal POV
"Ow! It's hot!"
The exclamation came from a petite girl with blonde, curly hair tied in a messy ponytail. She was holding a disposable paper cup that held sugary, homemade coffee. That was her breakfast that morning.
Grabbing a napkin to wrap around the cup so it would be easier to hold, she ran out of the house, hoping to be on time for school. But before leaving, she didn't forget to slip on a pair of glasses and a baseball cap to go with her uniform.
It had been awhile since she had last drank coffee.
A soft smile crept onto her face as she whipped her head slightly, letting her hair fly. She feel better this way, less stuffy.
A boy with flowy indigo hair left his home at the same time the girl did.
He was tired, dark circles formed under his eyes overnight. Even so, he was excited, awake, and alive. He could hardly wait to get to school. Which was a good thing, because he was running late. Having skipped breakfast and barely being able to put on his uniform, he ran. But while he ran, he did not forget to tighten his tie, he still had a reputation as a proper boy to uphold.
It had been awhile since he was genuinely late for school.
Usually, if he was late at all, he was only late to basketball practice. The recital was coming soon and the basketball match he would not be taking part in was too. He let his worries fly away with the wind he felt while sprinting to school.
Usually, the loud noises his brothers made woke the soccer fanatic up.
They made plenty of noises while heading to high school, college, or work. Unfortunately, that day, no amount of noises could have woken him up. Hence, he got out of bed ten minutes before school started. He had done everything in record speed.
It had been awhile since he had used his house's location to his advantage.
He ran down the hill, giving no regard to spots that were potentially dangerous if he had fallen. Light sweat beading down his forehead, he ran straight to class. When he slammed the classroom door open, he found most of the class socializing happily.
He also found Nagihiko and Rima leaning near her desk, chatting.
It had been four days since Rima had transferred into Seika Academy. Monday had transitioned to Thursday.
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It was in the air. The giddiness of the class being relieved that tomorrow was Friday. So much had happened in a duration of four days, but to another, it might have been nothing. That was the magic of the human world.
We we are all connected, as humans; yet we are not, as we pass by without a second thought. To make a difference in each others lives, we need to reach out.
But we only choose to do so to certain people. People who are similar to us or intrigue us.
That was the thing holding together what was called society.
Kukai had understood that. That's why he tried to connect to as many people as possible with his bright smile of his.
He tried, but it was because he tried he was on a standstill. No one doing something as hopeless and idealistic as that could be someone who was moving forward. So to deal with the unsatisfactory feelings of not moving forward, he in turn, depended on his wrapped type of depression. He hated and loved changed.
It was a very stupid reason, but if he tried to move forward, innocently, once again, he wouldn't be able to feel the pureness of happiness.
He was saving his innocence. But at the same time, tainting any future hope of it.
Rima POV
"Ahahaha," My laugh was louder than usual, " So I'm supposed to believe you came from a family that has lost it's record of noble lineage, is rich, and does traditional dancing?"
"Yeah, believe it or not, that's it," Nagihiko replied good naturedly.
"Weird."
"Not any weirder than you."
The bell rang, and I began to sit down.
"See ya," Nagihiko said, and I repeated his words back to him softly.
He barely had slipped into his seat when the teacher walked in, who started a lecture promptly.
Stolen glances.
Over and over again, people flicked their eyes and tilted their head head back. As subtle as they tried to be, I knew they were looking at me.
" It'll happen, but it'll die off after awhile. You just need to wait."
The words Nagihiko told me earlier echoed in my head. I wondered just how long the uncomfort of being looked at would take to end.
Once more, a girl from across the room glanced at me. I wished I could scream.
Evenly, I told myself I didn't care about them, and I proceeded to listen to the teacher's lecture about the reason why the English made the thirteen colonies on the US.
The teacher wrote things on the board and most of the class wrote into their notebooks. When the teacher turned around, he glanced at me.
"Mashiro Rima?"
"Yes?" I replied softly.
"Take off your hat, you don't need one indoors."
I reluctantly took it off, my hand brushing against the bandage on my cheek. I wondered if I should re-tie my hair since it got messy under the cap, but tying it would mean I would have to let me hair down for a moment. That would not be good. So I left it, even though it bothered me.
A lot of things were bothering me.
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"How is it?" Kukai asked during break.
"Okay," was my reply just as break ended. I was too exhausted from trying to ignore the list of things that were bothering me and trying to listen to the teacher.
It had been four days since I entered school. It was better to start listening to the teacher before I would get labeled as a problem child.
Nagihiko POV
Breathing. It was the only sound I paid attention to. It was my own breathing.
Everything was going to be fine, but for some reason I have a painful premonition. Maybe the stress I had been ignoring had finally come back to me.
I had everything planned out, everything covered, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
The stress really was getting to me.
I inwardly laughed and braced myself, I tried to listen to the teacher. I tried to take notes.
I needed Kukai to hit me, to shake me out of this suffocating feeling. Or maybe even Rima to say something cynically funny. I didn't care. It hurt.
It hurt like a cramp. It hurt like a friend stabbing you in the back.
" Teacher, I think I need to go the nurse's office," I wheezed the words out.
" You do look a little pale," the teacher speculated, "Go."
I got up groggily but stood up like how I normally would and walked out.
When I made it to the nurse's office, I quickly plopped onto a bed, lying down.
I realized why I was so tired, it was glaringly obvious, but my mind was too tired to to have thought about it earlier. I had stayed up too long practicing the dance.
I fell asleep.
Kukai POV
"Mnh," I made a slight grunting noise that hardly affected the noise in the classroom. The teacher was talking too much.
" And so the numerologically correct way of seeing this isー." Nothing seemed to be seemed to stop him from whimsically droning on.
I felt like forever before the bell signaling break rung, but when it did, I ran out of the room, heading to the nurse's office.
The sound of dainty, light footsteps followed after me.
When the person caught up to me and we were side-by-side I grinned.
"Welcome," I said.
"We're not entering a place you own," she said as she and I stepped into the nurse's office, " the normal response is 'hello'."
"I know."
"If you know then fix it."
"So you really do talk to everyone this way."
With that the blonde stopped talking and began to scan the beds in the nearly deserted room.
"There's Nagihiko," she said, pointing a the sole bed that had their curtains pulled. We made our way over. I peeked past the curtain and found that his eyes were closed.
"He's sleeping," I told Rima and she nodded to me in acknowledgment.
I hummed softly and quietly, making sure I didn't wake him up. I slipped my phone out of my pocket and enable the camera.
I took a picture of him sleeping.
The soft click of the picture being taken echoed throughout the oddly quiet room. It was disturbing it's peace.
Rima's eyes flickered up at me when the camera clicked. Her eyes shone of mischief.
"Can I see the picture?" She asked with a smirk.
When she saw it she broke out into a easy giggle.
"Isn't he stunning?" I asked jokingly.
"The picture is perfect!" She replied, "Can I get a copy?"
"Sure!" I replied.
She gave me her number and I texted her the picture.
"Thanks."
"What are you going to with it?"
She looked at me weirdly, "Blackmail of course, would there be anything else?"
"Oh," I replied, pitying the person lying on the bed in front of us.
"Was there anything else?"
"Uh...no," I said, but apparently my face was showing a lot.
"So I guess you thought I was one of those girls."
"W-what girls?"
"The girls who stalk their crush, who take pictures of them. The girls who befriend everyone around the person they like. The girls put their crush's face as their wallpaper and stares at it for years. The girls who pathetically chase after the person they want. The girls who...are fake...disgusting," the words she said shook with intensity, the very last word was so quiet with anger it was almost nonexistent.
"Um"
" I'm not one of those girls, for your information. I don't even like the guy that way."
"Okay, okay, I got it, I never thought of you that way."
And it was true, Kukai had thought that stereotypical trait didn't fit Rima. But he was used to routine when it came to Nagihiko. And routine was a that a girl who was interested in him was who would come up to him.
In his mind, he knew better, but his brain conducted on autopilot.
The dizzy feeling in my head, the blood dripping from my cheek, my torn jeans and tired legs. I really am well into this future.
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Fillerish chappie? fillerish chapter.
~KiMi