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nor do I own any of the songs/lyrics in this fanfic blah blah blah =]
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So the next day I walked to school, hoping to catch Nagi along the way.
He was standing at the school gate as normal. Come on Rima, this is your chance to apologize!
My feet couldn't move towards him. Instead, they went straight to my class. While walking there, I sneaked a glance at him. His eye suddenly caught mine. They looked kind of, souless or something. I quickly looked away. I tried to remember the details of his face. His eyes looked empty. Nagihiko's soft smile wasn't there on him anymore. Instead, a sad and strangely content expression laid upon his face.
For most of the day, we gave each other the silent treatment. "Rima, when will you apologize to him?" Kusukusu nudged me.
"When the time is right," I blurted. A classic excuse that one uses when they know they might just never apologize until it's too late.
At the Guardian Meeting we were looking for some papers. "Fujisaki-san," Tadase called.
"Hai?"
"Can you please call Mashiro-san to go to the library with you to ask Nikaidou-sensei where those announcement papers are?" Nagi paused a moment at that request.
"Oh no, it's alright. I can go by myself," he said.
"No, I want you to go with someone so you'll find the papers quicker."
"What about Amu or Yaya?" Great, he was avoiding me.
"Amu's busy with watering the flowers. Yaya's probably with her,"
Defeated, he sighed. Then he turned to me. Nagihiko raised up his head and gave his normal smile. "Can you go to the library with me-" he paused. Nagihiko thought about something for a moment like he was deciding on something important. He had that "what's the meaning of life?" look on his face. "Mashiro-san?" My last name awkwardly rolled off his tongue. Why didn't he call me Rima-chan?
"I-" Rima! This is another chance! Take it now!
"I can't. I have to run an urgent errand for a teacher," That was the truth. Well, it was the truth if you called getting a cup of fresh coffee an urgent errand. Hey, you know adults and their caffeine.
"Oh okay," he mumbled. He quickly left.
Ugh. This silence is killing me. Why? I never even talked to him that much before...
---The Next Day, After School---
Well there's a whole other school day of silence between Nagihiko and me.
"Mashiro-san!" a boy called behind me. I quickly turned, hoping it would be Nagi. I was wrong, it was Fuyuki Kirishima from Nagi's class. (a/n that's the boy that tried to confess to Rima in ep 69)
"Oh hello," I softly said.
"Rima!" Kusukusu gasped. "It's that guy that tried to confess to you on your birthday!"
"Shutup Kusukusu," I grumbled.
"I was just wondering," he said. "What's up with Fujisaki-san?" Crud. People are noticing his behavior changes?
"How should I know?" I blurted. "And what's wrong with him?"
"Oh I don't know," Fuyuki put a finger on his chin. "In the last two days he wasn't acting like himself. He dazes off in class and he's unusally quieter than usual. He won't even talk about how psyched he is about playing basketball with us!" I wrinkled my nose. Nagihiko likes basketball? Ick.
"Oh," I said. "maybe he'll act like himself a few days later,"
"I sure hope so. Nagi's not the guy to be upset about stuff," Fuyuki nodded. "Well okay then, see ya later!" He walked away.
"Rima Rima!" Kusukusu cried. "I just remembered that today is Sado class day!"
Crap! I completely forgot about that. I slapped my forehead in frustration. "Fantastic," I said sarcastically.
Unfortunately, Kusukusu somehow wasn't the kind to see sarcasm or the humor in it. "Yeah! Now you can apologize!"
Ugh. This wasn't gonna go well.
-------5 Minutes Before Sado Class------
I shuffled inside the Fujisaki mansion. I huffed. Why the Hell did Mama have a tendency to come here early? Yes, five minutes is a lot of time. Sometimes I wish she wasn't so punctual.
I heard piano music floating through the air. It was a familiar song. I quietly tiptoed past my mother and Nagihiko, who was taking out the tea caddy snd setting up the class.
"Where are we going?" Kusukusu asked.
"I want to find that music," I told her.
"Oh yeah! It's pretty," We followed the melody around the house. Kusukusu and I came upon a doorless room. It looked like the living room. We peeked at the pianist. It was Chunge. She was playing the music pretty loudly so she didn't hear us behind her. "What song is she playing?" Kusukusu whispered. "It sounds kinda sad," I hummed the tune to myself. Then I realized what song she was playing.
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house, that don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I'm not afraid to cry
Every once in a while even though goin' on with you gone still upsets me
There are days
Every now and again I pretend I'm okay but that's not what gets me...
I started mouthing the words to myself.
What Hurts The Most, was being so close
And having so much to say
And watchin' you walk away
Never knowing, what could have been
And not seein' that lovin' you
Is what I was tryin' to do
It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere i go
But i'm doin it
It's hard to force that smile when i see our old friends and i'm alone
Still harder gettin up, gettin dressed, livin with this regret
But i know if i could do it over
I would trade, give away all the words that i saved in my heart that i left unspoken...
I opened my eyes. This song fitted my feelings and Nagi. Ugh. Why did Chunge have to play that song? Even though my heart grew heavier with each note, I kept softly singing.
What hurts the most, is being so close
And having so much to say
And watchin' you walk away
Never knowing, what could have been
And not seein' that lovin' you
Is what I was tryin' to do
I'm not afraid to cry
Every once in a while even though goin' on with you gone still upsets me
There are days
Every now and again I pretend I'm okay but that's not what gets me
The music kept getting louder and think I raised my voice along with it. Chunge struck the notes smoothly, but in forte. Her once loose shoulders were now tightened up.
What hurts the most, was being so close
And having so much to say
And watchin' you walk away
And never knowing, what could have been
And not seein' that lovin' you
Is what I was tryin' to do...
She slammed the keys in anger. The piano let out a nasty scream. The hideous sound scared me. "Okay!" she yelled with her back still turned. "Nagihiko, just because you can dance it doesn't mean you can sing too! Didn't I always tell you your singing is a lot crappier than your dancing!?" She massaged her temples.
I staggered back. I mean, my feelings weren't hurt (I obviously knew I couldn't sing,) but a few questions came to my mind.
1. Was I really singing that loud?
2. Was it really that bad?
3. How the hell did she mistaken my singing for Nagihiko's?
4. *gulp* Does Nagihiko really sing like I do?
The last question scared me the most. If Nagihiko can sing like me... words can't descirbe how incredibly creepy that is. "Chunge!" Kusukusu called out. "That wasn't Nagi's singing! That was Rima's bad singing!" She grinned. Grr.. shut up Kusukusu! We could've just left there that moment and let Chunge blame all the terrible singing on Nagi, but noooo.
"Kusukusu," I whispered through gritted teeth. "you're too loud,"
Chunge immediately spun around. Her face was pink with embarrassment. "Uh... that was you Rima?"
"Yes,"
"I'm sorry for being rude!"
"You play piano?" I asked.
"N-no. I mean I do, but not a lot. It's not good and..." she trailed off. Geez, why do the Fujisakis all trail off at the end? It was annoying to me. I mean, if you're gonna say something, spit it out.
"I liked it," I said. She looked puzzled for a moment. "I liked your playing," I repeated. Chunge eyed me curiously for a few seconds. Then she giggled.
"What's so funny?" I demanded. I just praised her playing and she laughs at me? So much for being nice.
"You are Rima," she replied. I thought about whether to take that as an insult or a compliment. "I remember when you told Nagi that he was good,"
"Well he is," I insisted. Pink tinted my cheeks as I said that. Was I really defending him? "Why, do you think his dancing is bad?"
She stood up from the piano bench and lightly fingered the keys. "He could be better," she said. "He's okay." How could she say that it was 'just okay'?
"Just okay?" Kusukusu asked. "Why do you think that?"
"Skill," Chunge sighed. "is all in the eye of the beholder. I've watched many Kabuki dancers before. I know what professional dancing is like. To an experienced person, like our family members, Nagihiko is still a beginner. Almost to the next level, in fact. To someone else who's never really watched dancing closely, like you or Nagihiko's other friends, they'd say he's one the best in the world." She looked at the piano keys. "Right now, I was only playing chords with my left hand and single notes with my right. A real pianist knows I'm not even good at all. They're amazing, like playing two hands at once like having two minds to control with. I'm not even close to that. You thought it was really pro huh?" she smirked.
"I honestly did think it was good. You should really take a compliment when it's given to you," I said. That was some mini-lecture she gave me.
"Thanks," she smiled. "that's the magic of chords huh? They make you sound a lot better than you really are!"
"Does Nagi really sing like Rima does?" Kusukusu snickered.
"Kusukusu,"
"Umm..." Chunge scratched her cheek. "Singing is not his forte,"
"Nethier is Rima's!"
"Kusukusu!"
"Ne ne Rima, tell Chunge about your problem with Nagi,"
"Kusukusu!" I yelled again.
Chunge widened her eyes. "Problem? What problem? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to of course," she quickly added.
"Kusukusu, can you explain to her?" I requested. It felt like it'd hurt too much if I told her myself.
"Oh okay," Kusukusu flew over to Chunge and whispered the story in her ear.
"You did what?!" Chunge exclaimed, disbelieving. "Why on Earth?"
"You've got to help me apologize to him," I pleaded.
"Me?! You're the one that slapped him!" she cried. She started scooting away from the piano and I. "I'm not gonna get myself into your love problems or anything," she crossed her arms and stuck her nose up in the air. "And you still owe me 200 yen from buying ramen for yourself,"
"What?!" I groaned. Reluctantly, I rummaged though my kimono sleeves and pockets. "Here," I grumbled as she took it. "now help me."
"No,"
What!? "You selfish, greedy..."
"This was business separate from your current problems. Therefore, it has nothing to do with Nagi," she pointed out. Ugh. I hate to say she's right. "and if this is anything happening in this week or next week then count me out going I'm going to visit the States again. By the way," she added. "I liked your comedy sketch. I never thought you actually heard me saying about the Asian driving, hehe."
My mind was too focused on my problem to even say 'thank you' for that. "What?! You can't just go back like that!"
"Why not?" she scoffed. "I lived there. Haven't you heard of visiting relatives?"
"But Nagi..."
"Look," she walked up to me and slightly bent down to my eye level. "this is a problem between you and Nagihiko. You need to learn how to say 'I'm sorry' by yourself instead of dragging innocent people into your business," her purple eyes pierced through me even though her tone was soft. I hung my head; I knew I was defeated. Chunge stood back up and yawned. "Now let's get to boring ol' Sado class and get this over with." She casually began walking out of the room.
A question suddenly popped in my mind. "Wait," I said. She stopped. "Say, didn't you tell me before that you had a chara?"
"Yeah," she turned around, surprised that I even remembered.
"Was it about piano?"
She nodded silently. Her closed her eyes in sadness. "It disappeared because I got overwhelmed and eventually stopped believing in myself, like with Nagi and Temari."
"You quit?" She nodded again. "It must really hurt to stop believing in yourself and lose your chara," I never realized how badly it could hurt. Nagihiko, it must've killed him on the inside when Temari disappeared. Kusukusu sensed my sadness and flew over to comfort me.
"It's okay Rima!" Kusukusu patted me on the shoulder.
"Hurry up and stop moping over there," Chunge rolled her eyes and tightened her purple obi. "let's go so you won't get lost 'round here. More importantly, to apologize to Nagihiko."
I cringed. This wasn't gonna be good. I swallowed hard and followed her.
"Hey Nagi!" she greeted him as she slid open the door.
"You're late," he said emotionlessly.
"Three minutes," she shurgged. "no big."
"Take a seat so we can start then,"
Wow. Was he really that upset?
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another chap finished. :] Rima's gonna have to apologize on her own now.
You see, I get tired of OCs that go all into the canon characters business. x/ I thought that I might do a change for once. I hate nosy people like that. I think the canon characters would be like this:
Amu: You OC! Get the hell outta my love business! Who are you to know every single thing that happens between me and tadase/ikuto/kairi/kukai/(whoever the hell is left O.o)?!
Ikuto: You're ruining all the private moments I could've gotten with Amu! TT-TT
Amu: Pervert!
Tadase (or whoever else) : Why'd you trick me into getting lost and not finding Amu? We had a date planned!
Ikuto: Yeah, I wanted to do that myself. Besides I would've pulled it off better. *grins*
Utau: You're taking all of the freakin spotlight! When do I get my turn?
Bad OC: Okay okay you guys! And shutup Utau! And just for the record, Amu BELONGS with Ikuto!
Utau: *growls* That's it!
( All canon characters all begin to hunt down and shoot OC)
Bad OC: Wait wait! Stop! I was supposed to be HELPING you guys and the plot! You're so ungrateful! TT__TT
xRinrinx3 : Ahem. Anyways...
=__=" I don't like OCs that play the dierct role of matchmaker or something like that :[ I think when the OCs don't play matchmaker it makes the story more interesting because we can actually read the canon characters confessing instead. ^__^ It's like, there can be moments when the OC interacts more than usual with the Canon character (like maybe here) but it shouldn't be the point of the whole story kinda thing.
I just wanna know what you think of me using my OC here. I tried my best not to make her the focus of this, a distraction to the rimahikoness, a Mary-Sue, and what have you. (hey that rhymes! xD ) but so far I don't see you reviewing on her much so i think i'm doing a good job. In this story, OC invisibility is kinda good to me. xD there! it rhymes again! whoo! i'm on a roll today! :D
and wow! I got over ten reviews in one day! :0 you guys sure read fast. xD hearts to you. :D
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