Becoming Fujisaki Rima

Jenni: Hello everyone~! Since I got bored, I decided to update!

Disclaimer: The moment I own Shugo Chara is the moment Nagihiko gets married to Ikuto. Yeah, never gonna happen.

Last Time: Rima visited Nagihiko. Nagihiko's getting better. Must I say more?


~: Interlude Three :~

~: Whackadoodle :~

"UTAU'S COMING BACK, UTAU'S COMING BACK, UTAU'S COMING BACK!" chanted Kukai, jumping up and down on the couch in only his boxers. "UTAU'S COMING BACK, UTAU'S COMING BACK, UTAU'S COMING BACK, UTAU'S COMING BACK!"

Rima let out a loud groan, it should be illegal for grown men to be this hyper. Burrowing deeper underneath her bedsheets, she attempted to drown out the sound of Kukai's immensely irritating chant.

"UTAU'S COMING BACK, UTAU'S COMING, UTAU'S COMING BACK, UTAU'S COMING BACK, UTAU'S COMING BACK!"

"Shut up, Kukai!" Rima moaned, eyes shooting open. "I'm trying to sleep here!"

"UTAU'S COMING BACK, UTAU'S COMING BACK, UTAU'S COMING BACK, UTAU'S COMING BACK! YAY!"

'I'm going to murder you, Kukai,' she thought as she hauled herself out of bed. "Souma, will you calm down?"

"But Utau's coming back!" he whined. "I should have a right to be excited when I get to see my idol of a wife after two years!"

"But I should have a right to be annoyed when a grown man starts to sing on the top of his lungs."

"Touche."

Rima sighed and left a pouting Kukai in the den. She grabbed a crimson halter top and a pair of denim capris. Walking into the privy, she pushed back her hair from her face with a black headband.

"Okay Souma," she said, entering the den again. "Do we need to go pick up Utau?"

"Uh...Can we surprise her?"

"Get dressed and we'll go," Rima decided. "Utau would kill you if you came to the airport in only your boxers. You would probably sleep on the balcony for a month."

"True," Kukai nodded. "I'll be back."

He ran into his own bedroom and threw on a green tee shirt and a pair of cargo shorts. His hair was left to stick up rigidly, giving him a rather messy appearance.

"Let's go," The blond said, walking out the door of the flat.

"Okay."

"You're in a good mood this morning," she commented as they headed toward the parking lot.

"Well, I am going to see the wife I've been missing for two years today," Kukai pointed out as they piled into the Mustang.

"A valid point," Rima nodded. "Can we stop at Starbucks?"

"No."

"I hate you," she declared.

"No, you know you love me," he grinned.

"Seriously, stop Starbucks," Rima growled.

He sighed, but did pull up at a nearby Starbucks. Rima dragged him inside and they bought two grande caramel frappechinos, a vanilla mocha, and a tall iced coffee.

"Kami, Rimsy!" he exclaimed as she attacked her frappechinos happily.

"These things are awesome! Way better than Tadase's green tea!" Rima announced, still rapidly inhaling her drinks.

Kukai shrugged and took a sip of his own beverage, the iced coffee. He then drove toward the airport and there they remained for a good solid hour before Utau came into view.

"Oi Utau-koi!" he shouted, waving overly-excitedly. "Over here."

"Hey Utan!" Rima glared at Kukai. "We don't want any man-fans stalking her, do we?"

"Sorry."

Utau waved at Rima, completely disregarded Kukai, and began to walk in their general direction. Her long blond hair was twisted into a sloppy ponytail and a pair of sunglasses were perched on her nose. Utau was dressed in a black hoodie and dark jeans, her identity a mystery to those who did not know her very well.

"Rima!" she happily hugged the shorter woman. "How are you?"

"Fine," Rima shrugged. "How about you?"

"Okay," Utau smiled. "I finally finished the world tour with Hitomi-chan and I won't be going anywhere soon." Her smile faded as she quietly asked, "How's Nagihiko?"

"Getting better," The younger blond forced a smile. "You can visit him later."

"Hey Utau-koi!" Kukai wrapped his arms around her waist happily. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," she murmured, burying her face into his shoulder. "Do you know how boring it is to watch your stepsisters argue all the time? Eru was all like, 'SHADDUP! I am the angel of love, Eru! I shall punish you for looking down upon the wonders of love!' and then Iru would counter with 'Blah, blah, blah, SHUT UP!' It was so aggravating!"

Kukai and Rima couldn't help but snicker at Utau's imitations of her stepsisters. She had gotten their personalities down to every exact detail.

"Kudos for getting into character," Kukai grinned, handing her the vanilla mocha.

"Kami, I just realized that Rima is drinking two frappechinos at the same time!" Utau chuckled at her friend's antics.

"I live for frappechinos (1)," she shrugged. "Nagihiko never lets me get one because he's afraid I'll get addicted to them."

"As much as I hate to admit it," Kukai began," he's right."

"Bite me," she snarled. "I could drink thirteen frappechinos and I wouldn't get addicted!"

"Sure," Utau smirked. "Since I'm hungry, can we stop at iHop?"

"Yay! Pancakes!" Kukai cheered. "We shall mush onward!"

After they finished attending to Utau's luggage, Kukai led the two blond women toward the Mustang and then drove toward iHop. One particular green-haired man smirked in Kukai's general direction as he walked in.

"Oi Kukai! Is that your wife?" shouted Kukai's friend, Daichi.

"Which one?" The brunette asked.

"The tall one!"

"Yeah!"

"She's hot!"

"Back off!"

"But she's hot," protested Daichi.

"And married," Utau growled.

"Okay, okay! Here," The waiter surrendered. "I've got a girlfriend anyway. Her name's Himura Ran."

"Oh! I know her! Isn't she a bit young for you?" Utau asked.

"Not really," Daichi grinned. "She's only a year younger than me."

"Good point," she sighed.

"Can we please get some food?" Rima huffed, taking a long sip at her frappechino.

"Sorry," The green-haired man apologized. "So, what can I get you to drink?"

"Water," Utau said.

"Coke!" Kukai all but shouted.

"Coffee," Rima said, drinking the last of her beloved frappechinos.

"Okay," Daichi murmured, scribbling onto the pad of paper that was in his pocket. "I'll be back in a minute to take your order."

He then sauntered off and left the three adults to their business. Clearing his throat, Kukai wrapped his arm around Utau's waist.

"So, how was your tour?" asked the brunette. "Did anyone hit on you?"

"It was fine and no one hit on me," Utau rolled her eyes. "You're like Ikuto, overly-protective."

After they finished eating, Kukai drove Rima and Utau to the hospital. The two women were led into Nagihiko's hospital room and Rima allowed Utau to talk to her husband for thirty minute before she kicked her out.

"Hello Rima," he smiled sweetly.

"How are you?" asked his wife.

"Quite alright," Nagihiko answered, disregarding the ache in the area near his wound.

"Really?" Rima narrowed her eyes. "You're faking it."

"N...No, I'm not," he lied.

"You lie!"

He winced at the accusing tone in Rima's voice and he hung his head in defeat. Nagihiko brushed his hair out his face as he mumbled, "...Mychesthurts."

"What did you say?" Rima asked. "I didn't hear you."

"My chest hurts."

"Nagihiko, if you're not feeling good, you're suppose to tell me!" Eriko, Amu's cousin's wife, sighed. "I thought you trusted me!"

"I didn't want to bother you," he mumbled.

"It's her job, whackadoodle!" Rima groaned. "I married a drama queen!"

"I heard that," Nagihiko pouted as Eriko examined the machinery surrounding him.

"You were supposed to!" she pointed out. "I said it LOUD!"


Jenni: I'm surprised, this was a pretty long chapter. Anyway, thanks to everyone who reviewed so far! We love your feedback!

(1) Frappechinos are my LIFE!