Sorry for the long wait for all of you impatient people, but chapter 13 is up!

Warning: There will be an extremely dramatic Rimahiko moment coming up!

Yeah, I'm not really sure if I did good at it, but just review review review!

Oh and I don't own anything XP

Nagihiko's POV

"I can't believe this!" Rima cried out.

"Who doesn't?" I replied sarcastically.

"Well, do something! I don't want to be stuck with you for the rest of the night. Who knows what might you do!" she screamed out, gaining a few concerned stares and giggles at our directions.

"Heehee they're like a married couple," one of them whispered softly. Unfortunately, it was loud enough for Rima to hear, and she threw the deadliest weapon she had: the death glare.

"First off, I can't do anything about it," I began to explain as we rode the elevator. "I already asked the receptionist if it was a mistake, but she said it wasn't. Second, there are two beds in the room, so at least that's good. And third, do you really I'm that sick? That hurts my feelings!"

She rolled her eyes. "Ugh! fine," she grunted. "I swear, I'm rating this hotel a one out of five for service online!"(A/N: No offense intended to Hotel Del Coronado!)

"I don't think it's their fault, Rima," I reprimanded.

"Then, whose is it, huh?"

I shook my head. Is she really that dense? To me, it's pretty obvious. "Nothing. Just thinking," I responded. That shut her up for the rest of the elevator ride.

"This is going to be a LONG night," I thought.

Michelle's POV

"Heehee," I giggled. Twisting my curls, I wondered how they're doing right now. Surely they found out already who did that little "arrangement".

Isn't it brilliant though? If this was a story or a movie, I probably created the most thrilling scene out of the whole thing! That's right, clap for me! Clap clap clap!

"What is it, Michelle?" Hayao, my new husband, asked. I gave him a sickening smile.

"Nothing," I said in a singsong voice.

He arched his eyebrows and shook his head. "Whatever you did, it's probably not good."

"Depends on what your definition of "good" is," I replied.

"Well, let's go to bed now. I'd like to spend the best night of my life with my wife," he said dreamily. Getting in the sheets of our huge bed, he approached me and put his arms around me. I cuddled to his chest and inhaled the minty scent of his short purple hair. Yup, tonight's the best night ever.

"I love you, Michelle," Hayao whispered as he turned off the lights.

"I love you too. Always will," I responded.

Rima's POV

"Rape me and I'll kill you!" I yelled quietly to my right. Nagihiko and I were getting ready to bed now. As I pulled covers over me, I heard his voice from my right.

"Ha ha ha yeah sure, I would do that," he responded sarcastically. I didn't think he understood the situation we were in right now. Thank goodness that we were at America, where nobody knows what we're doing! If our friends found out, they would probably put it in our special Guardian bulletin board at school for everyone to see on the first day. I felt shudders at my spine as I imagined myself being roasted alive because of the fire his fan girls will throw me in. Not only that, my fan boys would probably kill Nagihiko too. If that was caused by a normal situation, which includes pissing me off, I would probably die of laughter alongside with him. However, I'm being roasted alive, so I don't think I'll get away so luckily.

"I'm serious," I retorted. "I can get a knife and I'm not afraid to use it!"

"As if YOU could kill me," he replied, emphasizing on the word "you".

"Hahaha, looks like you really want to die," I said sarcastically.

"Nope, I won't die. After all, you can't hurt me," he taunted back. I glared at him through my covers.

Nagihiko shrugged and reached for the lamp. "I'm sleepy. Let's go to bed."

I yawned. "I'm tired. Hope you have nightmares, freak," I called out. He chuckled, and I closed my eyes.

Nagihiko's POV

Laying down at my bed, sleep wouldn't take over me. All I could think of was the blonde girl just a few feet away from me, her face serene and emotionless. This is probably the fifth time I've watched her sleep. But I never got tired of it.

I wondered what would happen when we go back home. Will it be the same as before? No, it probably wouldn't. This afternoon, I basically told her that I loved her. Even if she acted like nothing happened, I could feel that she was uneasy about it.

"Way to go, Nagihiko. Way to go," I muttered under my breath. Then, I heard a stir and some grumbling. I looked back at Rima and her face wasn't serene as before. She looked troubled, her eyebrows clenched together. I was about to apologize for disturbing her when I heard faint words coming out of her mouth.

"Don't fight….please don't…. stop yelling," I heard her voice say filled with sorrow. Rima tossed around for a few moments. Then, she gave an earsplitting scream that ran shudders up my spine.

"No! Please don't! Why why why! Mama! Papa!" she yelled out. I got off my bed, ran towards her, and shook her violently.

"Rima! Rima!" I called out, shaking her. Rima blinked, and widened her eyes at me.

"Nagihiko, what are you doing?" she asked in a quiet voice, confused and surprised.

"You were having a nightmare" was all I could say before Rima started crying, her tears falling down her red cheeks. She tried to hide from me, but I grabbed her covers and kept her out of the comforter.

"Rima, it's ok," I said quietly.

She wiped her tears, but they just kept falling endlessly like a waterfall. "No, it's not," the blonde girl whimpered.

"My parents….they…." Rima couldn't finish the sentence before she started weeping uncontrollably.

Taking a deep breath, I dared myself to do the unthinkable. I grabbed her covers, pulled them down, and laid next to her. Then, I put my arms around her and held her tight against my chest. She stopped crying for a second, but continued again. Patting her soft blonde curls, we laid like that for what seemed like hours in the dark, but I didn't mind. This was the girl I loved, and I realized at that night that she wasn't as strong as she appeared to be. I cursed myself for thinking she was an uncaring, cold person. Of course, like every human being, Rima also has a breaking point. And I felt lucky to be the one comforting her through the night. That night, I felt our bond got deeper, and I knew for certain that things will never be the same between us.

After what felt like eternity, Rima's sobs turned into sniffles, then hiccups. I grabbed a tissue and offered to her. She blew her nose loudly and threw it at a nearby trash can. As I was getting off her bed, I heard her say "Don't go".

"What?" I asked, puzzled. I was pretty sure she was back to being Rima now.

"Don't go, please. I can't stand it. I don't care if you rape me," she insisted in a pleading voice.

I chuckled softly. "Geez, you really think I'm sick?" I responded. Then, I turned to her and saw her staring with pitiful eyes. I sighed and got back to her bed. I patted her hair, putting my arms around her. She snuggled at my chest, her tiny hands clinging to my T-shirt.

"I really won't do anything tonight, I swear. But I'll be here for you. Always," I whispered to her ear.

She smiled faintly. "Thank you," she whispered back. Then, I felt her hands slowly slipped away its grip, and we both fell into a deep slumber.

So what did you guys think about it? Anyways, they are going back home soon, and I have something up my sleeve. What is it? Well, hehe I can't tell! GUESS YOU HAVE TO KEEP READING!

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