A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates. I just have tons of things to do. I am a busy student you know! I work part time as well. So I'm a busy busy goose. Well. Here's another chapter. It's kind of a filler though. I promise soon I will bring out the big guns.

Song: The Past Should Stay Dead

Artist: Emarosa

I don't own Shugo Chara.

Chapter Twelve: Tailored Sheets

It was nerve-wracking, but so much fun. I love dancing. That performance reminded me of that.

"Wind is blowing through closed doors with shadows dancing in the hall..." - Emarosa

The crowd roared with applause as I stepped down from the stage. As I stepped off the last step an older man, probably in his fifties stood before me. He had a gentle face and was smiling.

"That was a lovely performance", he kindly congratulated. I bowed respectfully.

"Thank you, sir", I replied.

"My name is Tajiri Satoshi, I am the creator of Pokemon. May I have the honor of knowing your name?", he politely inquired. This was the guy in charge? I was pleasantly shocked to see that he was neither creepy nor ridiculously old, he was surprisingly charming and adorable, actually, something I didn't expect from a powerful man. He's the creator of Pokemon though! Did you really expect him to be all mean and creepy, Nade-chan?

"Please to make your acquaintance, Tajiri-san. Fujisaki Nadeshiko."

"My, what a lovely name, Fujisaki-san! I know how to reward you for your lovely performance. Why don't you attend the premiere and after party of the new Pokemon movie?", he suggested. Being awkwardly out of place with a bunch of old strangers? No thanks. As if reading my mind Tajiri-san quickly added, "there will be other people your age attending! Mostly sons and daughters of the design crew, so you won't feel out of place!"

"Thank you for your generous offer. I would love to attend. I just need to seek permission from my mother." Tajiri-san seemed thrilled and pulled out a business card.

"My secretary will send you an invitation. Please call if you have any questions!", he beamed.

"Thank you very much, Tajiri-san", I bowed before finding my mother in the crowd of people.

"No, thank you, Fujisaki-san!", he bellowed out from behind me. How refreshingly casual! So unlike a business man.

"We're sinking faster, faster no more play. Get ready for the catch. I'm at the next step waiting for our year"

"Fujisaki! Heads up!", an orange blur closed in on me as I ran down the court. I caught the ball and held it in triple threat when suddenly a much larger player came up to guard me. He made the mistake of coming too close, so I was easily able to dribble past him, dumping off the ball to a forward who made an easy bank-shot.

"Good job guys!", Mitoki-kun cheered, signaling the end of our Monday practice. All of us gathered into a tight circle and Mitoki-kun, our captain, gave us all the news for the upcoming week. Tuesday and Wednesday: practice until 5. Thursday: rest day. Friday: unofficial scrimmage against Namimori High, playing home. We huddled even closer, ignoring the stench of perspiration, readying ourselves for our 'end of practice' cheer. Hands went into the center of the circle. There was tons of panting and goofy grins were plastered on the sweaty faces of my team-mates.

"Heyo! Heyo! Who's the best?", Mitoki-kun called out.

"Seiyo!", all of us cheered laughing at the utter ridiculousness of our captain's favorite cheer.

Although basketball was quite taxing and many of the guys were air headed jocks, I was having a great time on the team. Getting a work-out was invigorating even if it was tiring, the sport was really fun, and everyone seemed genuinely nice. I was finally making friends that weren't neither make-out buddies, nor student council members, and I was quite happy about that. It was getting kind of awkward, however, how Souma-kun was showing up to almost all of my practices, sitting on the bleachers staring at me the whole time.

I tucked the stray violet hairs in my face behind my ear, and adjusted my ponytail before heading into the locker room. As I exited the gym, Souma-kun ran up to me.

"Hey! Fujisaki! Hold on!", he hollered before placing a hand on my sweaty shoulder. How is he not grossed out by that? Yuck.

"What do you want?", I said exasperatedly. Seriously, I was getting sick of Souma-kun following me around everywhere.

"I-I just wanted to say that you looked great out there. A-and I was hoping we could maybe get together this weekend... to do something... together?", he shyly asked. It would've been cute the first time, hell, even the second or third. This, however, was the fifth time Souma-kun had asked me out that day and it was ...frankly, it was fucking irritating.

"Look. Souma-kun. For the last time, I'm busy. Sorry we never rescheduled our basketball game, but get over it!", I said as bluntly as possible, hoping that he would finally get the message.

"Please! Just once!", he begged.

"Oi! Man! What's the deal? You're acting like a pansy! Asking Fujisaki-kun on a date, huh?", Mitoki-kun chuckled, patting Souma-kun on the back.

"I am actually trying to ask Fujisaki on date!", he said shamelessly. Mitoki-kun's eyes widened almost comically.

"Huh? I thought you said you weren't a homo-fag, Fujisaki! What the fuck?", he growled. I giggl-, no, chuckled at his reaction. (Chuckled because men don't giggle, hmph!)

"I'm not, but it seems Souma-kun is~", I sang. Mitoki-kun pointed at Souma-kun with an accusing finger.

"Y-you are! What the fuck, man! Why?"

"I don't know... Fujisaki looks an awful lot like a girl... maybe that's why..." Souma-kun reasoned with his tiny brain. My eye twitched in anger. I'm not a girl, dammit.

"I'm leaving", I said angrily, walking out of the gym, leaving the annoying and brainless Souma-kun with the intolerant Mitoki-kun.

"Reach out. Hold on tight. I know it hurts, but keep trying, and with your luck this won't be over quick. Out of the blue it strikes you; what's left to catch but the fear of letting go?"

I tapped furiously on his bedroom window, but all he did was pull the drapes in. Why am I obsessing over this, now? I stopped, pulling myself back into rationality. I climbed down the window ledge and walked of the Hotori private estate.

After that heartwarming reunion in the park Tadase ran away and I of course chased him. His private limousine picked him up at a nearby street corner and sped away from me. A few days later, I appeared at his bedroom window which had a conveniently placed tree right next to it.

I sat and waited for almost an hour before I decided to give up. He might come around eventually. Feeling down and upset, I figured a trip to see the Fujisaki boy might take my mind off of Tadase.

I arrived at Seiyo High and it was early evening already. The sky was mostly orange and the school was practically abandoned save for certain clubs and sports teams that meet now, Basketball being one of those. I sat by the gate and waited for the Fujisaki boy to come out. A group of loud boys were approaching and I scanned them, searching for him. He wasn't among them. A few minutes later, there he was, and I almost confused him for his sister. He was wearing his basketball shorts and a pinny, however, his hair was tied into a messy ponytail making him look like some teenage girl. I stood up to greet him, but I stopped myself after noting that he wasn't alone.

"Look Souma-kun. I'm flattered, really, but I'm not interested in you like that", I heard him say. A guy, about his age, with bright rust colored hair appeared.

"Please, Fujisaki. Give me one chance. Come on!", the boy, apparently named Souma-kun, begged. The Fujisaki boy turned away and began to walk. Souma-kun's face contorted into an angry expression and roughly grabbed Fujisaki. I felt my fists clench and started making my way over there to teach that Souma-kun a lesson, but Fujisaki beat me to it. Fujisaki swung his fist right onto Souma-kun's nose which spewed blood like a guiser.

Fujisaki looked almost surprised with himself and began to console the boy he just slugged.

"I'm so sorry, Souma-kun! That was so unbecoming of me! Please accept my apologies", Fujisaki pleaded. What the fuck are you doing? He's harrassing you! I thought to myself, shocked that this boy would even think to apologize, much less beg for forgiveness.

"I will if you go on a date with me?", the redhead smiled. Fujisaki looked annoyed yet guilty. He might actually say yes?

"Oi! Fujisaki-kun!", I interrupted. Fujisaki froze and slowly turned towards me. His eyes widened in shock.

"Ts-ts-tsukiyomi-san! What are you doing here? G-go away!", he shifted nervously. Although making him nervous was satisfying at first, it's becoming strangely disappointing now.

"I came to see you, Rhy-"

"OKAY LET'S GO!", he quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me away. Did I say something wrong? What is he hiding? I wondered.

"I didn't realize you were so anxious to spend some alone time with me?", I smirked and received the anticipated reaction.

"I-it's not that! I just wanted to get away from him already...", I finished lamely.

"I think it is presumptuous of me to assume, so I will ask first..", I began hesitantly wondering if he'd even answer me. He stopped walking and urged me on. At first glance he looked comfortable, but I could see him shaking slightly. He's still scared of me.

"Are you gay?"

"..."

"Is that a yes?", I tried again. Instead of looking nervous like I expected he looked upset, angry even.

"For once don't be so weak. Back up the feeling that you claim now. Fall deeper into a world that you can't explain."

"That's disgusting. Of course I'm not.", I said vehemently. I forced myself not to show any signs of nervousness, but it was proving difficult with this potential murderer casually strolling next to me. Tsukiyomi-san paused.

"Really?", he sounded amused.

"Really, really", I said with a sense of finality, hoping to end this conversation.

"You have pretty cheek bones", Tsukiyomi-san noted with a smile. I felt myself heating up.

"D-don't say things like that. It's weird", I tried playing it off.

"My apologies", he grinned. I felt myself relax just a bit and actually somewhat enjoyed our evening stroll.

"I see the mistake that is you. Don't try another lie. I know the truth."

That was Chapter 12 of Nagi Quit Lollygagging. Please review? They make me dish out updates a whole lot quicker.