Summary: Rima had never cared for Algebra, she found it pointless and stupid. Now that she's failing, Rima must be tutored during summer time. One problem, Rima's tutor is the one person who she never liked to begin with, Nagihiko. DRABBLE FIC

Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities for the characters and settings of Shugo Chara, they rightful belong to Peach-Pit.

Undesirable

"Not Amu"

"I-Ikuto! It's not what it looks like!" Amu stammered, her face red. "Nagi and I are just friends!"

"Really? 'Cause I'm friends with the shrimp and you don't see me fucking kissing her!" he shouted. "I can't believe you! What am I? A tool?"

"N-No, of course not!"

"Then why did you kiss the damn crossdresser?"

"H-He kissed me! I didn't know what to do, Ikuto!"

She was lying, Rima could tell. His words repeated in her head in a never-ending chant, "What are you talking about, Rima-chan? I have no feelings for Amu-chan whatsoever."

"That's not Amu," Rima whispered.

Undesirable

"Crazy"

"What are you talking about, Rima-tan?" Yaya asked, keeping her hold on Nagihiko's collar tight. "That's Amu-chi! Who else do we know have pink hair?"

"I told you, that's. not. Amu," she said, "She's a frickin' wannabe."

"She's gone crazy," 'Amu' muttered quietly.

"No I haven't," Rima glared. "Liar."

"Of course I'm Amu!" exclaimed the pink-haired imposter.

The Nagihiko impersonator remained silent, in fact, he hadn't uttered a word. He avoided Rima's stare, biting his lip.

"When I find out who you are," threatened a familiar pink-haired girl as she angrily stomped over the table. "I will kill you, faker!"

Undesirable

"Another Imposter?"

"Amu-chi?" Yaya exclaimed. "Is that really you or is it another imposter?"

"I'm the real Hinamori Amu," clarified Amu, glaring at the other Amu angrily.

"She's lying!" accused the imposter. "I'm the real Amu."

Ikuto stared at the two girls before taking a step forward and sniffing the air. His days with Yoru had left him with enhanced catlike senses. Damn, they both smelt of strawberries, he couldn't tell.

"I can't tell," he sighed. "They smell the same."

"I have an idea!" Yaya announced. "Let's quiz them and whoever gets the most right has to be the real Amu."

"Fine."

Original Posting Date: August 1, 2011

Prompt: N/A

Words: 300