Becoming Fujisaki Rima
Jenni: Here's Interlude Two! Special thanks to all my reviewers! I love you all!
Disclaimer: I do not own Shugo Chara.
Last Time: Rima visited poor Nagihiko in the hospital and spent the night with Kukai.
~: Interlude Two :~
~: Once a Mashiro, Always a Mashiro :~
"Oi Rima!" called Kukai.
The twenty-seven-year-old woman mumbled incoherently under her breath as she continued to sleep. Kukai let out a sigh, Rima probably wouldn't be waking up anytime soon. Rima and jet lag didn't mix very well. The russet-haired man made his way to the elevator just outside of the flat and went to the basement.
Kukai and his two roommates, Ikuto and Nagihiko, had pitched in to rent the basement that served as an office. Kukai had two jobs, one as a middle school soccer coach, the other as a nursemaid to Ikuto and Nagihiko. The blue-haired man gave private violin lessons to children under the age of nineteen while Nagihiko taught at the Fujisaki International School of Dance.
"Dammit Ikuto! I thought I told you to call Mrs. Jackson about the canceled violin practices!" he swore when he heard a familiar voice.
"Coach Souma?" called a girl around the age of twelve. "Is Mr. Tsukiyomi here?"
The girl had shoulder-length black hair put up in two spiky pigtails and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a simple tank top and a pair of shorts. There was a black violin case strapped to her back and a soccer ball on her hip.
"Sorry Jamie," Kukai said apologetically. "Ikuto must have forgotten to call your mother. Practice is canceled."
"What about soccer practice?" she asked.
"Tonight at four at the Kenton park," Kukai grinned.
"Okay! Bye Coach!" Jamie said, waving as she headed toward the elevator.
Jamie Jackson, strangely enough, attended the FISD, took violin lessons, and held a place in the school soccer team. So she was over at the Fujisaki-Tsukiyomi-Souma apartment quite a lot. Jamie was the daughter Kukai never had. Utau was always on tour, Kukai only saw her every other month. Kukai's phone emitted a series of loud beeps. Rima.
"Kukai! Where'd you go?" Rima asked. "I'm hungry and you don't have anything to eat!"
She called about food...Figures.
"There's some fruit in the chiller," he informed.
"I want something edible! Anyway, I'm allergic to apples and pears!" she babbled.
"Okay..Okay...Just get dressed and head to the basement," Kukai sighed. "Then we'll go out for breakfast at iHop or something."
As Rima hung up, Kukai sighed, he hated the fact the Rima refused to eat anything that was green and grew in a tree. Working out his newest soccer strategy, Kukai diligently worked until the elevator dinged.
"Good Kami-sama! What are you doing in this dank place?" Rima exclaimed. "It smells like catnip and Nagihiko's green tea down here!"
"This is our office," Kukai informed.
"More like a graveyard to me," she commented.
"Please keep your opinions to yourself."
"Fine. Can we get some breakfast now?"
"Fine. Let's go."
Rima was led to a silver Mustang that the three men shared. Upon opening the door, Rima made yet another comment.
"Now it smells like sweat, catnip, green tea, and cologne."
"I'm sorry, now get in the car!"
'Note to self, Kukai is not a morning person,' Rima thought.
The two adults rode to across the street to iHop silently. They were both lost in though, though one was more attentive than the other. Kukai was thinking about how annoying Rima could be and breakfast while Rima thought of bacon, bacon, and more bacon. Despite their age, the two thought and acted as they did as teenagers.
"Let's go," Kukai grunted as he killed the engine.
"Fine."
"Oi Kukai!" called a waiter. "I thought you were dating the idol?"
"I am! This is Nagihiko's wife! Now back off, will ya?" Kukai shouted in response.
"Kind of short, don't you think?" replied the same waiter.
"Go to hell!" Rima shot the man the bird.
Yep, definitely not a mature morning person. Kukai and Rima were seated in a booth and set to staring at each other bitterly until their meal was served. Soon the food was on the table and Rima was pretty much inhaling the bacon on her plate.
"So when's Nagihiko get out off of the hospital?" Kukai asked.
"On Friday," she muttered.
"Are you going to visit him after breakfast?"
"I guess, could you do me a favor and drop me off there?"
"Sure."
After Kukai had paid, Rima was dropped off at the hospital entrance. She quickly talked to Eriko and then headed toward Nagihiko's assigned room. When she opened the door, he was still asleep. There was still the steady beep of the surrounding machinery and several needles placed in his arm. An oxygen mask covered the lower half of his face and he was still clad in a hospital gown. The pale pallor of his skin had generally disappeared under a light flush and he seemed content. There was the absence of a pained expression and heavy breathing. Rima smiled and brushed a wayward strand of hair from his face.
"Good morning, Rima," he breathed quietly.
"'Morning," Rima greeted, "how are you feeling?"
"Alright, I guess," he muttered. "Still a little sore from not moving and the occasional searing of pain, but overall, a lot better."
"That's excellent," Rima nodded. "How come you never told me that Kukai wasn't a morning person?"
"I forgot?" Nagihiko smiled sheepishly.
"He nearly bit off my head this morning!"
"I apologize then."
"Apology accepted." Rima grinned.
"How long are you going to stay here?" he asked.
"As long as it takes for you to get better," she declared, "which is only four more days, five if you include the extra day of bed rest."
"But what about Kristen?" Nagihiko questioned.
"What about her?"
"Aren't Nadeshiko and Tadase going to get tired of watching her?"
"Nah, but just encase, tomorrow, Kristen's going over to Rhythm's," Rima shrugged. "But what's important right now is that you get better so your daughter can see you for the first time in several months."
"Yes ma'am!" Nagihiko chuckled.
Soon Eriko came in to check on Nagihiko and give him the proper medical attention that was necessary. She inserted a long, thin needle into his line and ejected a small quantity of the drug into his bloodstream.
"This serum right here is supposed to accelerate the recovery process, but has the small side-effect of drowsiness," Eriko explained.
Then she departed from the room, leaving Rima standing next to a sleepy Nagihiko. His eyelids fluttered open every few minutes until Nagihiko gave in and feel asleep. He looked so innocent, sleeping as he did as a foolish teenager. Placing a chaste kiss on his forehead, Rima murmured to him quietly.
"Get well soon, purplehead."
Jenni: And scene! Thanks for reading, folks, and I hope you enjoy this chapter of Becoming Fujisaki Rima! Also, I am writing a Rimahiko fan fiction that consists of a story told in one hundred word chapters, basically a drabble collection. It's called Undesirable and the plot line is that Rima is in seventh grade and is failing Math. Nagihiko, being in the Advance Math, is to tutor her over the summer. Cliche, I know, but I promise this will be different than most other "tutor-student fall for each other" fan fictions! Please review!