A Simple Thread Chapter 11: Just say sorry! Part IV, a shugo chara! fanfic

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~ … Chapter Eleven: Just say sorry! Part IV … ~

Nagihiko's POV …

Slowly pulling my eyelids apart, I came face to face with an apricot colored ceiling and a sweet fragrance of . . . peaches? My head throbbed with unimaginable pain . . . I winced at this and glared at the top wall; my ears then picked up a sudden light, but annoying ringing sound, while my body laid on top of the floor, feeling heavier than usual.

I sluggishly sat myself up, rubbing my forehead; immediately feeling faint and dizzied "Ugh . . . I don't feel so very good . . ." I groaned lowly and then glanced around the room, "This isn't my room . . ." I say to myself a little confused.

Temari popped from out of her tiny pink egg and floated over to my face, "Nagihiko . . . we slept over at Rima-chan's house remember? Because of the big snow storm . . .?"

I blinked and ran my hands through the side of my purple head, "Rima-chan's . . .? . . . A snow storm . . .?" I asked aloud, trying to remember. Temari responded my question by floating closer to me and placing her tiny hand against my forehead and then quickly stole it back, "My, my . . . Nagihiko you're so warm," she gasped, "I think you might've caught a bit of a cold."

I chuckled and shook my head, "No . . . you know me Temari . . . I never get sick. The doctors always tell me that I'm a perfect picture of health." I smiled halfheartedly . . . truth is, I do feel sort of out of it, but there's no way am I going to have people pity me for it. It's just a small nonchalant fever is all; it'll go away in about an hour or so with some warm green tea. No big deal.

"It's nothing . . . really Temari; I'm fine."

". . ." the small Chara stayed silent as she narrowed her violet colored eyes up to me. I sweat dropped at this and tried my best to avoid her small eyes.

"If you say so, Nagihiko; I won't argue." she says as she throws her hands up in a defeated way and then floated back over to her pink egg.

I breathed out a low breath and then glanced over to the slumbering petite blonde, lying in her small twin-sized bed. She was curled up in her covers, her long almost golden tresses waved and rippled around her small sleeping physique (although they were still in their low pony-tails); her lips were slightly parted, showing her small glistening white teeth as her cheeks were a light rosy pink color; bringing out the innocence of her adorable features.

I felt a small smile tug at my lips as I stared over to her; her breathing relaxed, gentle and faint . . . She looked like a complete angel, the clothes helping really well with the part.

She quietly shifted to her side, her small face now confronting me. I blinked at this, slightly taken aback, ". . ."

"Mmn . . ." she mumbled, "F-Fujisaki . . ."

I blushed as I heard my name purr from her lips.

"Fujisaki . . . you're not doing it right . . . try harder; that won't . . . satisfy me . . ."

"W-what?" I whispered, blushing. Satisfy her? What is Rima dreaming about! ? Stealing a bewildered and very flushed glance over to my now fully awoken Charas; I could easily spy the faint red in their faces as well. I then leaned a little over the edge of Rima's bed and said in a low, quiet tone, "What won't satisfy you, Rima-chan?"

"You already know . . . you've done it plenty . . . o-of times and failed . . ." she said in a sort of dazed state.

"Nagi, man . . . hahaha, you dog!" Rhythm cheered lowly from behind me; I quickly shushed him and turned back to the small blonde, "Done what?"

"You know . . . Bala-Balance." she breathed.

I fell to the floor anime style. Unbelievable . . . how she said it earlier . . . I-I thought . . .

I quickly shook my head, "Get your mind out of the gutter, Fujisaki. Don't be like Rhythm, Kukai or worse . . . Ikuto," I scolded myself, "I promise that I'll try harder Rima-chan . . ." I sweat dropped.

"Good . . ." she started, "You better."

I giggled lightly, while the sweet sound of silence smoothed in the air around us.

After a little longer of sniffling and choking down repeated coughs, I uncovered myself and stood to my feet, heading for the kitchen downstairs. A small yawn escaped from my lips as I trailed down the stairs, humming a small tune called 'Shake It' by Metro Station; Rhythm floated down after me bobbing his head lightly to the tune. I smiled at this as I shifted my hands into the sweatpants pockets.

Entering the kitchen, I glanced around still humming, "Waffles, toast, bacon, oatmeal and eggs . . .?" I asked aloud in a whispered tone. Rhythm smirked up to me, "Sure dude!"

I chuckled lightly at his agreement and started over to the fridge; searching inside the vanilla colored freezer I found a box of Kellogg's chocolate chipped waffles (A/N: DO NOT OWN! But they're really good) and a pack of fresh turkey bacon, "Here we go." I smiled as I placed the two nourishments on top of the oak wood counter and then searched the cupboards for a few pots and pans, "This should do." I muttered to myself as I studied a skillet.

After finding the instant stove top oatmeal, I retraced my steps over to the refrigerator and pulled out half a dozen of eggs. Smiling lightly to myself, I started to cook and fix the breakfast, while lightly singing the song I was humming only moments ago. From the corners of my eyes I could spot Rhythm jamming and dancing beside me; I laughed lightly at this, "Having fun?" I ask him.

He blinked and looked over to me pouting, "Hey man! Nobody told you to stop," he scolded me, "Man I was all into it too."

"I'm sor- *cough, cough* I'm sorry Rhythm. Mind if I start back up then?"

"No prob, dude!" he smiled up to me, shooting me his signature thumbs up. I chuckled again, but started singing lightly as I continued to cook, "I'll take you home if you don't leave me at the front door," I started, "Your body's cold, but girl we're getting so warm,"

"Sing Nagi, dude!"

"Hahaha," I laughed, "And I was thinkin' of ways of how I can get inside,"

"Get inside," Rhythm repeated.

"Tonight you're falling in love,"

"Let me go now," Rhythm smiled.

"This feelings tearing me up,"

"Here we go now,"

"Now when she does it like this,"

"When you do it like that,"

"Now she does it like this,"

"When you touch her like that,"

"She moves like this, when you move it like that," we both sang, "Come on,"

"Shake- shake, shake-shake-shake it!" we repeated on beat, glancing over and smiling at each other and then busted into a soft round of laughter (being careful not to wake up the Mashiro's).

"Dude . . ." Rhythm breathed, "You can really sing, I don't see why you'd rather do kabuki dance," my indigo Chara hissed.

"Its tradition," I giggled, "I can't help that; besides I really like it; sometimes . . . also, I'm not that good of a singer; I can barely stay on key or with the beat. I'll just stick with the one thing that I've spent my whole life practicing . . . even if it's forced or not. It really doesn't matter." I shrugged.

"Whatever; you stick in the mud. You're such a people's pleaser." he fanned me away as he floated over to the cupboard and grabbed some cups for the orange juice.

"Thanks." I say over to him. He simply nodded his head as he began to happily hum our favorite song again. I smiled some more and joined in after him; sniffling a little.

"Are you okay, dude?" Rhythm asked as he floated over to my shoulder. I grinned over to him, "Sure; no problem."

After smoothing light butter spread over the warm, soft waffles; I gingerly made my way over to the medium-sized family kitchen table and set it in the proper eating fashion. Going over the table, I smiled lightly to myself in satisfaction and then I went back over to the stove, fixing a pair of plates.

"It smells good in here . . . Mamma you cooked this morning?" asked a light petite voice from the kitchen doorway. I glanced my eyes over to the entrance way and a small grin tore into my face. Rima stood in the doorway, rubbing the sleepiness from her eyes while lightly gripping the hem of her frilly pajama shirt. Her pony-tails were a little puffier than last night; resulting in an adorable looking bed head.

"Good morning, RiRi-tan." I smiled over my shoulder to the tiny blonde. She blinked, still a little frazzled and then managed a not so evil glare to me as she trudged over to a wooden chair at the table, "Good morning . . ." she yawned, her cheeks fainting a cute pink, but managed a glare at me . . . I guess from the nickname. I chuckled at this.

"Morning!" Kusukusu beamed as a small giggling Temari floated closely after her.

I dipped my head a little over to them as I made my way back over to the table, with two full plates occupying my hands; placing a plate in front of Rima, I seated myself delicately at the table and then began to eat the sustenance in a slow and high-class manner.

Rima groaned a little as she reached for the thick maple syrup and glazed it over her eggs, bacon and waffles; I raised an eyebrow at this as I slowly chewed on my food, "Umm . . . Rima?"

"What Fujisaki?" she instantly glared over to me.

"I sense that you're still angry with my being here," I stated, "Well anyways, why are you putting syrup all over your food?"

"Whatever; I didn't put any in my oatmeal." she scoffed, setting the bottle on top of the table.

"But on your bacon and eggs?"

"What of it? It's delicious; I always eat my breakfast like this."

"I've never heard of that before . . ." I sweat dropped. Rima placed a small spoonful of oatmeal into her mouth, before responding, "That's because you're so wrapped up in your warped and weird old tradition to pay attention to the newer things in the life of today." she said matter-of-factly; I rolled my eyes at this, "When will RiRi-tan stop being so childish; Fuji-kun wonders . . ." I sighed, tapping the end part of my fork against my chin, "Hmm . . . still wondering~" I smirked in a sing song voice.

"Shut up, Baka Fujisaki; it's early in the morning and you're already starting stuff," she glared at me, "And . . . by the way, your come backs are even more crappier than usual."

I forced a chuckle at Rima's statement, "Is that right?"

"Epically; right on target." she sneered over to me. I rolled my eyes some more from her, but quickly smiled over to Mashiro-san as she groggily came into the kitchen, "Good morning, Mashiro-san," I greeted her.

"Good morning, you guys!" she immediately beamed over to us; Rima and I both shielded our eyes from the bright light, "GAAHH! ! !" we both exclaimed.

"Hehehe," Mashiro-san giggled; I sweat dropped at her quick change in moods as Rhythm chuckled from my shoulder, "I like this gal, hahaha!"

I glanced over to him like he was insane . . . he may just be a little. Sometimes, he makes me think that he's just crazy . . . well, a little lesser than Temari. It's sort of weird that both of my would-be-selves are basically psychotic . . . am I like that at times?

"Just a tad; you get it from your parents though." Rhythm smirked over to me with a winking Temari floating just beside him. I shivered slightly at the thought.

"Wow! Arigatou for the breakfast, Fuji-kun! You're so sweet and thoughtful . . . unlike some people . . ." Mashiro-san trailed off as she glanced over to her daughter, "I do come home late occasionally, leaving me extra tired during the day . . . I sure wish that a certain special little chibi someone would maybe fix me a meal from time to time . . .?" she leaned over a little to Rima, her hands resting on her knees for support; Rima completely 'oblivious' to this kept on eating her breakfast . . .

…

It was silent for a few minutes, except for the sounds of Rima's fork against the plate.

"Ri-chan . . ." Mashiro-san started. Rima ceased her consuming, paused and took a few swallows of her orange beverage, and then looked over to her mother giving her, her full attention, "I was talking about you, dear." Mashiro-san spoke in a soft tone of voice.

"But I can't cook to save my life, Mother Dear," the small blonde cheesed an innocent and sweet smile over to her mother, while she batted her long eyelashes. I snickered at this.

"Hmph! So mean, Ri-chan . . ." Mashiro-san pouted as she walked past me heading over to the stove, "At least Fuji-kun seems to care."

"It's the least I could do." I said simply after sipping from my orange beverage and shining my usual genuine smile over to the brunette; Mashiro-san clasped her hands together at this, "You're just too adorable!"

I sweat dropped at the used term 'adorable' . . . I heard enough of that as my alter ego Nadeshiko . . . I didn't think that I would have to hear it as a guy to; but I guess that all grown women use that term for any child; either boy or girl. So I shrugged the comment off and continued on with eating breakfast.

Mashiro-san fixed her a plate and sat at the right of the circular table; the layout was like this: me sitting at one end, Rima-chan sat across/opposite from me as Mashiro-san sat at the right side of us. I smiled over to Mashiro-san, "Excuse me, but would you like some tea, coffee or juice, Mashiro-san?"

She blinked and glanced over to me, "How totally sweet of you, Fuji-kun! Some lemon tea would be fine, thanks."

I nodded my head at the request, "Please excuse me." I stated and slowly rose from the table and went over to the oak wood cupboards.

Rima's POV …

I rolled my eyes and chomped on my eggs, secretly stealing glares over to the purple headed freak.

Nagihiko Fujisaki is a total freaking KISS UP! All he does is get on the good side of every adult around him; by acting 'sweet', 'adorable', 'smart', 'thoughtful' and worst of all . . . 'innocent'; there's no way that he's all those things. In fact, he's just the friggin' opposite! I'm not worried though, because I'm not as blind as everyone else . . . I know the real him. He's nothing but a lying, conniving, perverted, smart-alecky, identity issued, cross dressing BAKA FUJISAKI! A TOTAL SHIM!

Mamma looked over in my direction and I quickly smiled my cutest, bubbliest, most innocent smile up to her, "Hehe,"

I sometimes act all innocent too, but I'm not afraid to hide it or admit it. At least I'm honest with people; I mean, the only way that I'll act all sweet, weak and innocent is to get what I want or what I deserve . . . and I deserve a lot with having to deal with him for every day of my life.

Mamma smiled back and instantly went back to eating. Noticing this, I immediately went back to evilly glaring at the purple headed perfect acting evil genius. I could tell from the corners of my eyes, that his two Charas were stealing a few questionable glances my way as they stole a few bites from Baka Fujisaki's food. I ignored them . . . I mean, what's the point in involving them in this and they haven't played a part in this problem; only their stupid bearer. I growled inwardly to myself as the stupid Fujisaki strolled over with a steamy teacup in his hands, "Be careful, it's hot." he chuckled to Mamma.

"Why thank you, Fuji-kun, hehehe." Mamma giggled along. I rolled my eyes at this . . . total kiss up!

"Well, anyways . . ." Mamma started as the purple haired boy seated himself once again, "Good news, is that the storm subsided a couple of hours ago . . . but, the bad news is that . . . the snow's about three and a half feet,"

"Seriously," I asked; Mamma nodded her head and I nearly drowned myself in my orange juice.

If the snow is that high, that means snow filled streets; snow filled streets means no traffic; no traffic means no vehicles; no vehicles means NO FREAKING RIDE TO COME AND GET THE BAKA FUJISAKI! I mentally strangled myself at the very thought of this; having my sworn enemy shacking up in my house, with my hypnotized mentally unstable mother as his first victim!

"RiRi-tan, are you okay? You seem . . . a little unsettled." he smirked over to me; I shot a quick death glare back over to him as a response, "I'm just peachy." I managed a sweet smile. He smiled back down to me; his eyes sending that playful gleam through his long purple bangs. Through my scowl, I could feel my cheeks hinting a very faint pink; Kusukusu giggled at this and I growled over to her.

"- . . . later on today, I suppose I'll just have to shovel the sidewalk and the driveway." Mamma rambled on, bringing me from out of my thoughts. I looked over to her and blinked a couple of times.

"Well, I could help, if you'd like, Mashiro-san." Fujisaki smiled.

"No, no . . . I couldn't let you do that," she waved him off, "If you really want to help me, then you could help Ri-chan clean up around the house?"

"Sure." the stupid Baka nodded his head, gathered all of his dishes and then started to wash them off. I glared between the both of them, "But, Mamma . . ." I started, "You know that I'm not really good at housework." I pouted a little, while cutely batting my eyes.

Mamma looked over to me, "Aww~" she smiled faintly, "Don't worry, Fuji-kun's here to help you out; okay?" she tittered under her breath; ruffling the top of my hair in a gentle motion, "Better get started now, right?"

". . ." I stared up to her silently and then mumbled a soft, "Yes, Mamma . . ."

I guess, it doesn't matter what I try; I can't get away from the Fujisaki. I'm stuck with him, his smug attitude and annoying perfect self . . . All I want is a little space. Every time when I'm around him, my stomach does that weird turning and locked up feeling thing-a-ma-jig over and over again. Could it be that . . . I'm going to crack before he does? I couldn't really care or miss how things were before, could I? It was basically like this . . . but, cheerier? . . . More fun? . . . Was it just normal for us, somehow? Did I get used to it . . .?

I sighed and glanced over to the right side of my face, noticing a few long purple strands of hair that seemed oddly closer than my liking and then quickly yelped, falling unto the cherry wood floor, "KYAH!"

"Hahaha, are you alright, Rima-chan?" Nagihiko asked me through his gentle round of laughter, "Or am I just that handsome, to have girls literally falling for me?"

"No! You're hideous face almost gave me a freaking heart attack, you perverted demon!" I shouted up to him; holding my chest and then I noticed a missing figure, "Hey . . . where's Mamma?"

"Oh, she wandered off upstairs. She wanted to get started on the shoveling." he smiled down to me. I glared up to him in return and humphed him away, "I sooo hate your stupid existence right now." I sighed and climbed up to my feet; patting a few stray dusties off of my pajamas.

"Shall we start, Rima-chan?"

"Start what?" I glared up to him from over my shoulder.

He chuckled lightly, "Start cleaning."

"Uh, no," I say simply, "Rima Mashiro does not clean; that's what servants are for . . . or didn't you know that? I mean, you have about a thousand of them back at your place."

"True, but I do help out with their chores. My being the future heir doesn't mean that I have to be a complete lazy, jerk about it to others; I'm not the type of person who likes to flaunt around my inheritance or look down on people." he sighed.

"Everyone's the same just unique in different ways." Temari tuned in, with a nodding Rhythm floating beside her.

". . ." I stood silent and stared up to the three Fujisaki's and rolled my eyes.

"RiRi-tan~" Fujisaki chimed in a sing song voice. I glared over to him, "Don't call me that."

"Haha, come on. It's better to get started now, than later." he smiled; taking my hand in his and dragging me towards the closet in the kitchen. I could've sworn that my body froze all together at his sudden touch.

He hummed faintly under his breath as he grabbed all the cleaning supplies from out of the kitchen's small closet, "First, I guess it'll be best to start in the living area." he grinned down to me; I only rolled my eyes and crossed my arms under my chest, "You're such a dork."

"Hm? A new pet name already?" he chimed, "My, my . . . things are moving quite fast between us, don't you think?"

"There is absolutely nothing between the two of us." I sneered up to the purple head. He only smiled down to me and retrieved back into the small closet, "So sour yet so sweet," he says, "Sometimes, you remind me of those Sour Patches commercials, Rima-chan."

" 'First they're sour . . . and then they're sweet'." Rhythm and the stupid Baka shared a smirk and then looked back over to me; I blinked and glared back over to him.

"Hahaha, you know . . . Sour Patches are Rhythm's and Temari's favorite little snack." Fujisaki smiled as he handed me a homey pastel sky blue petite, frilled apron; I took it and glanced over to the two twin Charas.

"This is true," Temari giggled, "But, I can get a teensy bit greedy and overeat on it . . ."

"You look fine, Sis." Rhythm grinned over to the violet haired fairy with a sporty wink. She glanced over to him, unsure, "Really? Because I could do a little dieting, if all and –"

"You look fine." both Rhythm and Fujisaki smiled over to the little female Chara; she beamed at the two of them and giggled from behind her kimono sleeve. Kusukusu snickered at the three of them, "Kusukusukusu."

I stayed silent as I watched them; a blank indifferent expression etched into my face.

~ … A Simple Thread … ~

"Cleaning, cleaning!" Kusukusu cheered as she danced and looped around.

Rhythm was twirling his tiny foot around in circles with an even tinier towel; wiping off the table. He nonchalantly whistled into the air a faint laid-back tune; with his arms crossed behind his indigo colored head with his eyes relaxed in a closed manner.

The tiny clown Chara snuck over with a sneaky smirk beaming in her face and teasingly poked the indigo Chara in his shoulder; he peeked through one of his eyes and smirked over to her, "Really?" he chuckled softly. Kusukusu nodded her small head, forcing back all her goofy little giggles, "Yup!"

Temari glanced over to the two of them and tittered under her breath lightly.

"Hahaha, you asked for it!" Rhythm exclaimed and charged after the tiny joker. She yelped with a cute little, "Eep!" and dashed away with a chuckling Rhythm close behind her; she squealed laughter as he caught and started to tickle her sides, "N-no . . . Rhythm, I'm l-like s-super ticklish . . .!"

"I know." he mused and tickled her some more. She responded back by lightly flicking him on the forehead. It didn't hurt really, but it sure did catch his attention; he blinked and then chuckled down to her with an amused and playful look in his eyes. She giggled up to him, "No more."

"Oh, alright . . ." he pouted playfully and teasingly yanked her little red and white polka dotted hat over her eyes, "Hey!" she yelped, with a hint of a giggle, "R-Rhythm, I'll get you for that," she laughed as she tugged her hat from her face.

He chuckled and retreated away back to his cleaning station, "Maybe next time, hahaha."

I glared evilly at the black stick in my hands, grumbling angry curses under my breath. Kusukusu floated over to my left shoulder and gave me a wondering stare; I ignored the clown Chara and continued sending repeated death glare after death glare towards the cane-thingy.

The cross dresser waltzed over my way dusting Mamma's blinds over with a rainbow feather duster and suddenly caught his glances on me. I tried to ignore his presence as always.

"Um . . . Rima-chan?" he asks.

'Just ignore him. He'll soon catch the hint and go away,' I thought to myself . . . but, the funny and ironic thing is . . . he didn't catch the hint . . .

"Rima-chan? May I ask why you're glowering at the broom stick?"

"No . . . but, if you have to know; the stupid thing broke." I say as I then glared down to the sweeping part of the broom; only to receive a tentative sweat drop from the boy from behind me. I remained silent and continued on with my glare off.

Fujisaki rolled his eyes and then reached over my small shoulder for the broom stick, "Hey give that back! I wasn't done with it yet." I yelled up to him; he blinked down to me like I was partially insane or something, "You weren't using it." he says bluntly.

"Was to! But it freaking died on me."

"It . . . died . . .?" he asked arching an eyebrow questioningly.

"Well, it's pretty obvious!" I scoffed and pointed over to the sweeping part. He glanced over to the disembodied part and blinked at it, "Um . . . Rima-chan." he started. Instead of answering, I only looked over to him; waiting for him to finish.

"For starters, the broom can't 'die' unless it's alive –which quite frankly, it isn't," Fujisaki started in a gentle tone as if I were a young child, "And also . . ." he went on as he walked over to the sweeper, picked it up and twirled it on one end of the sticky-thingy, "It's a twist-on broom. You must've been twirling it in your hands as you were sweeping –without noticing, and it just fell off on the last spiral part." he explained; making me feel dumb, but I wasn't going to let him know that though.

"I-I knew that." I say as I quickly turned my back to him and crossed my arms just under my chest.

"Sure you did, little RiRi-tan~" he chimed in a faint sing song voice. I growled under my breath as I quickly snatched away the broom, "Get back to your stupid dusting."

He only chuckled down to me and smiled his usual genuine smile; I glared up to him in return. Why's he acting like nothing happened? I'm still very upset with him and he should know that! He's probably just trying to annoy the mess out of me; well, it's not gonna work!

~ … A Simple Thread … ~

After almost two whole hours of stupid and boring manual labor . . . I ran upstairs, grabbed my laptop and plopped onto the tan, soft and cushion-y sectional couch in the living room; Fujisaki sat silently in Pappa's old favorite tan one-person reclining chair reading one of Mamma's thick and terribly boring smart person books. Kusukusu, Temari and Rhythm flew upstairs to play one of their little Chara games and whatnot. At least someone's enjoying their company . . .

I glanced over and narrowed my honey eyes over to the Baka Fujisaki, but quickly stole my gaze as I remembered what happened last night. I can't let that baka make fun of me again! I have to hold out longer to prove my point of this whole disagreement. Anyways, moving on from that thought . . .

Once checking my e-mail, I logged into my Skype profile. I received many, many, many video chat requests from my various fanboys and slaves; I sighed, rolled my eyes and then declined them all.

..guy x -rejected

QUEENRIMA4EVA x –rejected

MashiroLover x –rejected

C.O.19 x –rejected

wannabeyoursRM x –rejected

lovegamer65 x –rejected

MegaMan5238 x –rejected

ImGAYforRIMA-DONO! x –rejected

I winced at the sudden net name. Really . . .? I have lesbo fangirls too . . .? Well that's sort of disturbing . . . I'm just going to act like I never saw that and move on with my weird and awkward teenage life. After about half an hour, I had finally deleted all of those disturbing people; I noticed a couple of familiar names beaming in my side panel: AmuletStrawberry, OMGilikeCandy!, SKATERBOI, SilverBlade, Sunnybeamer, HikaruI. and KingPlatinum! ! ! (A/N: Anyone who can match these silly net names with the correct character wins a free fanfic submission to me. I'll try really hard to write it and post it onto the site. The rest of the details are at the end of the chapter!)

I automatically clicked 'yes' to all seven of them and immediately seven screens popped by one another; revealing my friends' faces.

"Look, look! It's Rima-tan!" Yaya's peppy, hypered voice greeted me. I closed my eyes and sweat dropped at this.

"Hey Rima," Amu blushed with a smirking Ikuto leaning on her shoulder, " 'Sup Tiny." he chuckled. I guess the neko snuck back over there as always and Amu being the dense pink headed girl that we all know and love so dearly let him in for some weird and questioning reason. I rolled my eyes at this, "Ew." I say simply. Fujisaki blinked and looked up over to me and came over; sitting awfully and painfully close to me, "Go away." I hissed up to him; he only smiled over to me, "Oh, please . . . they're my friends too as they are yours."

"Whoa! Hold up! Nagi's over at Mashiro's?" Kukai grinned as he bolted out of his seat and eased his face closer to his webcam, "All we were expecting was a small little 'I'm sorry; lets' be friends again' thing, but dude! Moving on up." The brunette sang from an old familiar American T.V. show. I growled lightly at this.

"It's nothing Kukai," Purple-Head quickly interjected, "Yesterday, Rima and I were headed to the school for our before school detention, but Mashiro-san came and picked us up and told us about the storm –"

"And Purple-Head's mom called and asked if it was okay if he stayed over until it was safe enough to go home," I cut the Fujisaki off, glaring over to him, "Mamma was crazy enough to agree with this nonsense."

"Your mother's a really nice woman." he smiled innocently.

"That's only because you keep kissing up and flirting with her!"

"Whoa, whoa . . . you're after the mom too, Nagi? Well, that's gonna be a fun wedding ceremony . . . be sure to send me an invite guys." Kukai chuckled as he tucked his arms behind his head and leaned back into his computer chair. I evilly glared at the screen.

"No, no . . . although, Mashiro-san's quite attractive; I only 'flirted' with her to annoy our favorite little Chibi Devil over here."

"You can't play with Rima-tan like that Nagi!" Yaya shouted into the screen, "Do you know what happens when you play with a fragile girls' heart?"

Everyone cringed a little.

"I'm bored." Hikaru sighed in monotone; Rikka giggled, "Then why are you still online?"

"There's nothing else to do," he responded bluntly with a slight shrug. "This is close to entertaining enough."

"Moving on from that note; how is the festival planning going?" Tadase smiled charmingly. Everyone just stared like 'are-you-freaking-serious?'

"Moving on from that wasted subject." I heaved a sigh; Fujisaki chuckled lightly at what I said and I only glared over to him from the corners of my eyes in return.

"Who are you talking to, Skater Boy?" Utau's voice chimed from Kukai's screen; she calmly walked into view with a big bowl of popcorn in her hands. She was wearing a light gray baggy short sleeved boy shirt (the sleeves stopping just under her elbows) with her black stretchy non-jean fabricate capris. Iru and Eru floated in after her.

Fujisaki and I both blinked at this, slightly taken aback . . . matter of fact; everyone wore a look of surprise and shock. Ikuto quickly stopped his flirtatious teasing with a blinking, but red-cheeked Amu and instantly glowered to the screen, "What the Hell! ? Utau what are you doing over there?"

The blonde blinked and glanced over to the screen, "Ikuto?"

Kukai just grinned oblivious to the fact that a popular pop diva's over at his place while video chatting with her overprotective older brother online, "Heya . . . Ikuto . . ." she forced a small and almost faint smile.

"Yeah . . . hey. What the Hell are you doing over by Souma's?" the blue head demanded. Utau and Kukai shared a glance and then refaced the computer, "Having a sleepover." they both grinned. It was silent for a few minutes . . . well, not before everyone jolted from their seats and zoomed into their computer screen, "WHAT! ?" we all exclaimed.

"Yeah, Kukai invited me over for another Ramen-Eating contest, yesterday." the pig-tailed blonde explained. Kukai only nodded his head, "It was getting late and then . . . the storm hit and everything; so I asked him and his brothers if it'd be okay if I stayed over for a while."

"YOU SNUCK OUT OF THE HOUSE! ?" Ikuto screeched.

"Pfft, no way. Someone needs to learn how to read texts in their phone," Utau giggled as she fanned her delicate hand towards the monitor, "Besides, I know you're not talking. You're always sneaking off and sleeping over at Amu's house."

"Ikuto-niisan!" Tadase yelled with an angry and jealous look in his eye. Ikuto literally face palmed himself on the forehead as a low irritated growl emitted from his lips, "I guess . . ."

"I knew you'd see it my way." Utau snickered with a victorious smooth smile; Kukai followed along with his pig-tailed blonde companion.

"Shut up," he hissed over through the screen, "Hey Souma."

"Yeah?"

"If you even think of trying anything with my sister . . ." Ikuto started with a threatening, intense growl; Amu giggled sheepishly and tried cautiously to calm the steamed cat down.

"Don't worry man, I got this!" Kukai shot Ikuto his genuine sporty grin as he patted his chest in a humorous manner; everyone chuckled faintly at this.

"Hey . . . isn't Prez online?" Yaya asked out of nowhere, her face way too close to the screen for comfort.

"First off . . . please back away from the screen Ace-chan; and secondly, I am." Kairi spoke from his panel.

"Where are you?" Rikka asked.

"Not by the computer. I'm in the bed reading over a dictionary . . . I'm immensely uninterested by the current conversation . . ."

"Nerd." Kukai coughed; Utau giggled at this and high-fived the brunette beside her.

"Hey! Don't make fun of Prez like that!" Yaya screeched into the screen. I winced at her ear-scratching super high pitch. I guess the stupid baka took notice of this, breathed out a chuckle and then tenderly covered my ears from the deafening shriek. I remained silent and blinked a couple of times; slightly taken aback by his sudden action, my cheeks hinting a faint red.

"Oooo . . . getting a little close there, hmm?" Rikka cooed; Hotaro beaming from her shoulder (A/N: I'm not really sure if that's the name of Rikka's Chara. Sorry about that).

I instantly glared at my monitor full of my friends with an innocently smiling Fujisaki to my right. Everyone blinked and then searched around, their eyes landing on me and him.

"Woooww." Utau and Kukai along with Ikuto chimed, a little surprised; I slowly intensed my glare to the three of them. Nagihiko only chuckled inwardly to himself while a serene, care-free expression sat cozily on his face.

"Get your perverted hands off of me . . ." I growled under my breath over to him. He giggled and did as told; smiling down to me with this weird daze-like look. I stared over to him and quickly shook my head from the thought.

"Hey, Fujisaki." Ikuto said for like the first time. The purple headed boy blinked and then turned to face the screen, "Hm?"

"Did you tell them about what I told you, that one day?"

"You mean, when you and Yoru broke into my home?" he countered back with an obvious annoyed glimpse in his hazel ochre eyes, "I had to lie to my own Mother. At first she thought you were the burglar that has been mentioned so much on the news and was going to call the cops."

"Thanks for having my back." The blue haired boy grinned.

". . ."

Ikuto cleared his throat as he noticed Fujisaki's evil aura slowly brewing around him, "Anyways . . . did you?"

"Unfortunately, no. It didn't really seem that important to bring up." He replies.

"Just tell us already!" Amu snapped; glaring between the two of them. "I'm totally confused!"

Ikuto cleared his throat once more, "Word on the street is that the agency went out looking for another head boss and is down to three great choices; a Mr. Kei, Ms. Junko, and a Mr. Wanaka,"

"Easter's looking for a new boss?" Hikaru suddenly asked, getting into the conversation. I blinked and stared slightly dumbfounded at the screen. I had always thought that since the 'little boy genius' had quite working for Easter, the whole company closed down. Since Hikaru's departure, most of the employee's left. Now they're looking for a new boss?

"Seriously?" Kukai and Utau both asked in unison. Ikuto nodded his blue head and for the first time, he untangled his arms from around Amu and sat up straight.

"Well, it shouldn't be that big of an ordeal . . . I mean, what's so wrong with the company looking for a new leader?" Tadase stated with a nodding Kiseke at his side.

"That's exactly what I said." Fujisaki nodded his purple head. I stared blankly at the screen and then closed my eyes in an 'I-don't-really-care' manner, "I third that."

Amu's Charas all giggled at this and I just ignored them, "I don't really see how that's a problem; we already beat Easter and everything so . . . yeah."

"Mashiro does have a point." Kukai agreed with a nodding Utau. Amu blinked her golden eyes and glanced over to the cat and his kitten; in a lost state and then refaced the screen.

. . .

It was quiet for a few moments as everyone thought the news over . . . even Yaya was noiseless for once, that's a first.

"Amu-chan! Are you upstairs?" A females' voice called from Amu's panel; she flinched.

"Amu-chan, I'm done with lunch. I'll bring yours up to you in a minute." I could quickly tell that the voice was Amu's mom; Midori Hinamori.

The pinkette searched around her room and then stopped to glare directly at the tall, lean feline boy beside her, "You got to go." He blinked over to her quizzically, "What?" he questioned her only to receive a sharp blow to the shoulder, "Ouch!" he exclaimed falling over onto the floor, "What the heck is wrong with you, Amu?"

"Shut up!" she exclaimed and then quickly glanced over to her bedroom door and turned back to Ikuto. Ran and Miki floated over to Yoru and glared at him; he flinched and then eyes them both suspiciously, "What~Nya?"

The three of them grabbed onto the two boys and launched them both into her tall, but slightly thin pink closet and glared down to them, warning them not to make a sound and then slammed the closet door shut behind her.

"You're so cruel~Nya!"

Fujisaki and I both watched on in interest; along with the rest of our friends.

Amu scratched the back of her pink head and went back over to the computer screen, smiling like nothing weird ever happened, "Hey . . . um, guys . . . I'll just log on and talk with you guys later, okay?"

"Uh, yeah . . . sure . . ."

"Okay!"

"Seeya."

"Bye then."

"Until next time, Amu-chan."

Most of everyone chimed right before Amu's screen went black and faded from my screen.

". . . Wow." I mused. Fujisaki only chuckled faintly from the side of me. Yaya cackled loudly at this, followed along by Kukai, Rikka and Utau. I rolled my eyes and narrowed my eyes over to the small digital clock in the right hand corner of my laptop; it read: '4:46pm'.

Mamma should be done with the shoveling; I guess I could make her some hot cocoa and some soup . . .

"I'm going to log off now." I say bluntly. Everyone ceased their laughter and blinked, "Why? Because Hinamori logged off?" Kukai chuckled.

"No, because it's none of your business, Skater Boy." I smirked as that was my very first time calling him by Utau's little pet name. He blinked and I, on the other hand waved everyone off and quickly logged out of the video chat.

Fujisaki gave me a questioning glance, but I ignored it and closed my laptop, gently placing it on top of the little center table in Mamma's living room. I forced back a yawn and strolled back into the kitchen. From behind me, I could hear the baka trailing after; I growled at this, "Is it really necessary for you to follow me?"

"There's nothing really to do."

"So I'm a source of entertainment?" I asked, glaring over my shoulder. He smiled that typical smile of his, "When you say it like that . . . it makes me sound so mean."

"Uh, that's because you sorta are." I say as I roll my eyes.

"Do you really think that of me, Rima-chan?"

"It's what I know," I say as I strolled over to the cupboard and stretched my arm up to the high shelf, which held the hot cocoa mix captive. "You're always acting so perfect and then rub it in my face; then you want to smile and act like everything's happy-go-lucky when it's not. Although we're still in a big fight, you want to hang around me all the time and get on my nerves!"

"Oh really?"

"And speaking of our conflict, you're still blaming me for this whole argument thing but it's totally your fault and you have the audacity to sit there and smile and say that I am the one who has to apologize." I grumbled under my breath. After having said that, it was entirely quiet . . . neither one of us had anything to say to each other on the topic at hand.

"So . . . what are you trying to get anyways?" He asked from behind me, as I was still stretching my hand high above my head, trying to reach for the hot cocoa mix. My small tiny fingers grazed the bottom side of the box. Instead of answering the baka purple head; I groaned as I strained my arm more upwards towards the box . . . until a hand of someone taller reached over my head and successfully grabbed the box with ease. I glared up to the shelf.

"Is this what you were trying to get?" He smiled down to me. I quickly snatched it from his hands and hissed up to him, "Stay away from me."

His facial expression lessened until a small glimpse of hurt shot through his eyes. I blinked at this, but didn't utter another word and went over to the microwave and then started on Mamma's small meal.

~ … A Simple Thread … ~

"Thanks for the hot chocolate and chicken noodle soup, Ri-chan!" Mamma squealed as she sipped from her big special hot cocoa coffee cup. I nodded my head curtly as I watched her and sipped on my own hot chocolate. She beamed over to me and Fujisaki, "So what did you two do for fun when I was out shoveling?"

"Nothing really. We were just video chatting with our other friends, Mashiro-san." He answered.

"Oh, okay." She nodded her head, gently blowing the steam away from her beverage. "Say, since there's nothing really to do . . . would you guys like to watch a few movies with me?" Mamma giggled.

"No thanks." I say, mixing my hot cocoa with my small little teaspoon.

Fujisaki glanced over to me a little taken aback by my quick response, but shook it off, "Sure, Mashiro-san. It'll be fun."

"Great!" Mamma smiled happily. "Could you just do me a teensy-weensy favor first, Fuji-kun?"

"Yes?"

"Could you get some covers from the upstairs closet? It can get a little drafty in the living room sometimes."

"Okay." He nodded his head and stood from the table. "Please excuse me."

"By all means, Fuji-kun!" Mamma beamed and waved him off with an overly-girlish giggle. I rolled my eyes. Hearing the light creaking of wood, I could easily tell that Fujisaki was climbing up the stairs.

"So, how long have you and Fuji-kun been arguing?" Mamma asked out of the blue; I blinked as a response, "What?"

"I'm not that stupid, Ri-chan," Mamma giggled over to me. "So, was it like a heart wrenching break-up or what?"

I choked on my hot chocolate, "N-no way! Far from it!"

"Awwh~ really? I was hoping so . . . a conversation like that would've been more interesting . . ." Mamma sighed.

"Absolutely not! Besides, I'm only fifteen, Mamma please." I rolled my eyes and took a long sip from my drink.

"Whatever! At your age I was dating with my mother's consent."

"You act like you still are my age, Mamma," I gave her a blunt look. "Besides you and Grandma are equally insane."

"Thanks!" She beamed, clasping her hands together happily (strange how she didn't say anything about the part that I called her and Grandma crazy), "Hahaha, I mean I do try," Mamma laughed. "But, anyways . . . I have to go into 'Mother Mode' right now," she giggled, clearing her throat. "Is it anything you want to talk about, sweetie?"

I shrugged, "It's not really important."

"Seems like it," Mamma giggled. "Like a big disagreement or something . . . but it seems that Nagihiko's trying to slowly patch things up. I mean, he offered to watch movies . . . with me. I'm your mom. No boy would want to watch a movie with his friend's crazy, always-hyper mom, Ri-chan," Mamma explained. "I mean, I know how embarrassing I can get at times and all, and I really appreciate it that he can easily get along with me. He's a really good kid."

I blinked, slowly zoning out Mamma's words. I was a little taken aback, not only did she quickly figure out about our disagreement, but this is the first time she's actually called him by his actual name instead of "Fuji-kun"! I mean, even when they first met each other . . . she called him by the random nickname.

But, more importantly . . . is Fujisaki trying to avoid me because of what I said earlier and because of how I felt?

"It's the 'you need to apologize first' argument, right?" She stated; right on target. I blinked and looked up to her, "How did you . . .?"

"It's easy to tell, you know . . . even though you and Nagihiko never really got along all that well; you never were like this with each other."

"Oh . . ." That was all I could say at the moment. I mean, Mamma's actually acting like my Mamma and not my little sister or friend; plus she's smarter than I expected her to be . . . I mean, could you blame me? This is the woman who glomps, squeals and acts like a little kid than any adult I've known. More worse than Nikaidou-sensei; now that's saying something.

I shook the thought out of my head and looked back over to the brunette sitting across from me, "It's Fujisaki's fault, so he should apologize." I told her.

"Should it really matter?" She hummed through her lips.

"What?"

"Really, it shouldn't really matter who started what; someone should just apologize and get it over with," Mamma paused. "It'll make things less complicated and things will get back to normal quicker; all you're doing is hurting yourself. Holding a grudge against somebody takes a lot more energy than you think." She smiled over to me.

A slow creaking sound came from the staircase from behind me. I glanced over my small shoulder and found a smiling Fujisaki –along with Temari and Rhythm.

"Welcome back, Fuji-kun, hahaha!" Mamma beamed excitedly like we talking about nothing, "Did you find the closet?"

"Yes," He nodded and showed her the two white blankets. "Are these okay to use?"

"Why sure! Of course!" Mamma grinned. I grumbled under my breath; Mamma glanced over to me and I shrugged in response, mouthing; 'Him first'. Mamma rolled her eyes and went back to her conversation with the purple head, "Anyways, I'll handle the dishes and whatnot; why don't you set up in the living room for me Fuji-kun?"

"Yes, Mashiro-san." He said as he dipped his head and trotted off into the living area; Rhythm and Temari following close behind him.

"Such a sweet, caring boy . . ." Mamma breathed as she watched after him, "So nice, serene and always calm –he has that presence no matter how you treat him; I can read it in his eyes . . ."

". . ." I glanced up to Mamma, hanging faintly on her words. She then looked over in my direction and winked, "You have my full consent!"

I blinked, slightly confused and then gasped, feeling my cheeks burning a little, "What are you talking about?"

"Oh just that you two have a cute little spark when you're together." She giggled into her cup. I glared at her through my tingling blush, "You're delusional." I growled.

"Not really ~" She hummed lightly. "You're just blind is all. At your age you'll be a little confused with your feelings; that's understandable." She smiled.

"I'm just going to ignore you now." I told her as I went over to wash out my dishes.

"But, you know it's true."

"So not," I shot at her. "Why are you so stuck on this; we hate each other."

"He doesn't hate you." She says simply and I froze for a moment, staring agape towards the kitchen's window. Warm and soapy water wrapping around my fingers, ". . . What are you saying . . . ?"

Mamma was silent; I turned back to face her, "Mamma?"

"I miss those days . . . sorry Ri-chan this is something that I can't get much into," She smiled as she left the table. "Mind cleaning up for me? Thanks." She said.

"I thought you said that you were going to –" I started, but she had already left and skipped into the living room with Fujisaki . . .

I closed my eyes and slowly started to straighten up the kitchen. Thinking over Mamma's and mine previous conversation.

~ … A Simple Thread … ~

I yawned as I boredly read through one of my gag mangas . . . I glanced over to the past sixteen that I've previously read in order to help me pass the time from boredom. An activity that was both quiet and productive . . . unlike my video games that I usually stay up half the night playing. Kusukusu was asleep in her egg, while Rhythm, Temari, Fujisaki and Mamma were all still downstairs watching some kind of suspense movie. I'm more into comedy as you should know.

I tugged a little at my pajama sleeve –tonight I was wearing a peach colored short sleeve with the logo that read 'The World Is Mine' in bright scarlet writing (I bet Tadase would love to have this shirt) and a pair of loose fitting scarlet striped pajama pants. My hair was just down, but without the curls . . . you can so tell that I was epically bored out of my mind to flat iron this crap.

A heavy sigh heaved itself from out of my mouth as I placed down my finished seventeenth comic and I glanced over to my alarm clock which said; '11:32pm'. I quietly and slowly shifted from out of my bed; carrying my comic books and placed them back alphabetically in order on the shelves. After placing all the books back in their proper rows, I scanned the shelves for something I hadn't read, but found nothing. I puffed up my cheeks at this, "I guess I have to go gag manga shopping again . . ." I muttered; only to be cut off guard by my bedroom door suddenly having a rhythmic light rapping on the other side of it.

I blinked, but then realized who it was, "Come in Baka." I say calmly through the door. It soon opened, revealing Fujisaki with his hair in a low boys' ponytail, like it was when I was over at his house. He was wearing a pale gray short sleeved shirt and a pair of black loose jogging pants.

"You do realize how heavy a sleeper your mother is, right?" He chuckled over to me. "She's asleep on the couch; I tried several attempts to wake her up but she wouldn't comply."

"Once she's out; she's out." I replied back. I noticed Rhythm and Temari yawn, float over to Kusukusu's basket and cuddle themselves into their eggs. I smiled lightly at this and then glanced back towards Fujisaki. He was silently making his futon on the floor beside my bed; I sighed and walked over to him and tapped his shoulder.

He stood up and looked down to me. I signaled for him to lower his height (I hate that I'm so short). He blinked, but lowered himself to my height level. Without a word, I slid the ponytail holder from his hair and then retied it at the top of his head; he arched an eyebrow at my actions.

After finishing with his hair, I went over to my bed and cuddled under the covers.

"Rima-chan . . .?" He asked. He looked stunned, and a little confused.

"I'd feel more comfortable with a girl than a boy." I said simply. It was silent, but I guess that Fujisaki had caught the hint and shuffled his way into my bed; his back towards mine without another word. He reached over to my lamp and pulled on its string; shadowing all light from the room.

…

It was silent . . . I couldn't bring myself to fall asleep; or make myself sleep for very long . . . I would close my eyes for about fifteen minutes or so and then lay here in my bed for about an hour praying for sleep; that wouldn't even bother to come. My honey orbs were still as stone as I sighed silently at this and stared awkwardly towards the apricot wall in front of me. My mind and heart were both racing rapidly against each other as I felt Fujisaki's body heat slither towards my spine through the covers.

"Are you still awake, Rima-chan?" He muffled through the sheets in his Nadeshiko voice. I flinched and hesitantly nodded my head, "Mm-hm."

"Thank you for this, Rima-chan . . . Can I tell you something?" Fujisaki started; I didn't move my sights from the apricot wall in front of me. "You don't have to say anything; just please listen."

". . ."

"Um . . . about yesterday . . . well, a little before that; it's just well, u –uh . . . I'm sorry alright." He sighed. I blinked and peeked over to him from the corners of my eyes; over my shoulder. Did he just …?

"It was wrong of me to say the things I did; all of our arguments were so childish and highly uncalled for . . . and that crazy conflict in the lunchroom . . . was just stupid. I'm just sort of shocked that it took that to happen to make me realize it," Fujisaki sighed; his tone slowly switching back to his regular guy voice. "I'm such a bother to you at times and I understand that I can be with all the constant teasing I do to you, and also I know that you could really care less of what I'm saying right now, but I was thinking all last night about all of this . . ." He then glanced over his shoulder to me. "I came to the conclusion that . . . it's easier to forgive and forget than to hold a grudge for a lifetime; it'll just lead to a miserable life."

I scoffed, "You stupid Baka."

"What? You're still angry with me?"

"I remember only asking for a simple apology, not an essay," I sighed. "But I guess you're right . . ." I shifted to my right side, wrapping my small arms around his shoulders; giving him a tight squeeze. I could feel his body stiffen a little from my suddenness, but ignored it, "I-I'm sorry too. . ." I hesitated on my words; I felt him smile from in front of me which was soon followed after by a soft girlish giggle from the purple head. I rolled my eyes; way to ruin the moment ….

I shook my head at this as I cuddled my face into his back, "Forgiven. . . " We both breathed.

"And forgotten," our Charas giggled from their sleeping area followed along by the two of us and then, before I knew it, I slowly drifted into the deep and soothing realms of slumber; serenity, ease and content flooding around me. . . weight was oddly lifted from off my small body as sweet bliss fluttered throughout my chest.

"This stays absolutely between us; you got that?" I quickly added in; my eyes still closed.

"I won't tell a single soul." He replied back in a gentle tone of voice; like a pretty mix between both his and 'Nadeshiko's' voice. It was strangely relaxing and soothing at the same time. I lifted my head and peeked over his shoulder, "That goes for you three to." I say.

"Hai," the nosey Charas chimed in unison. Purple-Head and I both chuckled softly at this and then I yawned quietly; once again drifting off contently as well as nippily into the tender boundaries of sweet dreams.

. . . Even though I had fallen asleep while hugging Nagihiko, well in this case 'Nadeshiko' . . . even when my mind came to this realization, I didn't pull away; I don't know why I didn't, but I still couldn't bring myself to let go. Normally seeing myself in a situation like this, I would've slapped myself across the face or something! . . . But, instead a small smile broke into my face, as I laid my forehead closer into the purple headed, cross dressing, friend stealing; always perfect . . . Nagihiko Fujisaki . . .

~ … A Simple Thread … ~

M.L.D: I know, I know that the ending seems kind of rushed and all, but hey RIMA AND NAGI FINALLY FORGAVE EACH OTHER! YAY! I was going to have Rima-san apologize first, but thought that it would be better if Nagi-san did because he's more mature than our little dense blonde. There was even a small Rizumu fluff! But, I strongly apologize for the very, very late update! I hate the stories that take forever for a decent update and look at me . . . for your wonderful patience with me, here! *hands all the readers a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows*

Rhythm: *pops head in* Did you do the Review Responses yet?

M.L.D: Man, I almost forgot about that! Lets' take a quick second and see what our readers have to say about the previous chapters!

Review Response:

-Blueberryfan10- LOL, thanks for noticing that! ;)

(new comer!) -Key to the Rose-Colored Clock- Thanks alot for your input, hahaha!

Kusukusu: You even got some advice from a fellow author!

M.L.D: Lucky me! Anyways now to play our special game from earlier! Can anyone correctly match the net names mentioned in this chapter with its right character? Here are the net names below:

AmuletStrawberry,OMGilikeCandy!, SKATERBOI, SilverBlade, Sunnybeamer, HikaruI. and KingPlatinum! ! !

The winner(s) will be announced in the chapter after next; good luck to all of you!

Rhythm&Kusukusu: And we'd like to see you soon in the next chappie! *waves*