His Fame, Her Self

Genre: Drama/Romance

Rima Touya is a lower class girl with a scholarship in a rich elite high school called Knight Academy, filled with rich kids, who hate her! She just wants to finish her schoolwork to graduate high school and become an artist! Unfortunately, Senri Shiki, the most popular boy in the elite academy of snobby rich kids and the known world that has his face on a magazine cover, is interested in the outcast Rima Touya and kinda stalking her...for some reason. Could it be her oversized clothing attire, or her messy hair, or her thickly framed goggles? As she tries to be distant with Senri Shiki, her family and friends push her toward him. Could something start? Or just make the Touya female hate the rich society even more?

Thanks for the reviews on Chapter 2, by name: Corntella Chrysocolla, ChainedHs2rt, kawaii hime-sama, XxRimaxXSenrixX, hellopanda 23, aznurbangrl, shikixxrima, georgisakura, kyuuketsuki fang

Also thank you to the readers who were very patient at my immense delay of my updating of this story. (I blame my old computer going down on me, my writer's block and the CAHSEE, which I had taken today.) Anyways, enjoy the chapter and I promise to update sooner!


I sat in my seat as the teacher repeated herself: telling the class the difference between Calculus and Trigonometry. I rolled my eyes as I knew long before the class started that no one was really paying attention or really caring. It was a meaningless question, in order to not do any work in class.

RING!!!

Collecting my items in a rather fast pace, I quickly left the door and headed toward my locker. As I retrieved my needed books, the door to my locker flew closed and the lock 'clicked' to a close. The blonde hair of the towering boy came to my vision as I held my breath from Osamu. He opened his mouth to say something, only to be interrupted by me, "Sorry." I raced down the hall and down the stairs and surprisingly avoided to crash into anyone or anything. The main reason for my sudden disappearing act is because of Masaru. Last thing I want is Masaru to have an overprotective heart attack when he doesn't see me waiting in front of the school. He was more of a miniature bodyguard than a younger brother.

I finally inhaled oxygen, leaning against the bark of the cherry blossom tree in front of the school yard. Through my dark frames I saw pink petals fall from above my head, and continue to fall on me, "Hey!"

I looked up at the cherry blossom to see a brown-haired male hovering above the branches, shaking one of the branches out of the enormous tree. I caught my breath as I realized that the boy in the tree was shaking the poor branch out of its flowers...onto me. I was unable to break free from my sudden surprised and by the fact the sleeve of my dark sweater was caught by the bark of the cherry blossom. With agility and grace he landed right in front of me, as I tried to move away from the auburn haired boy. He was dangerously close that I feared we would end up as conjoined twins.

Before I could say anything else, a voice came, "Rima!" I looked over the brown locks to see my own brother standing a few feet away from the boy hovering over my small stature. The face of the thirteen-year-old turned into a small frown as he realized who was with me. Turning his back towards me, he confronted the scrunched face of my brother as he smirked at him.

,"Hey, Senri Shiki!" My brother spoke with great anger for a teenager. I looked up at the brown-haired, silver-eyed male that towered my small stature. So...this is Senri Shiki?

,"Hey there, Kenji!" Stuffing his rich hands into the pockets of his denim jeans, I was mentally shocked. Not only has my brother discovered his sister with a boy but also the boy happens not to know his correct name! I felt confused as the scowl on my brother's face turned into a smile and even let out a small chuckle.

I, on the other hand, didn't think it was amusing. I pushed past the silver-eyed boy's form and grabbed my brother's shoulders as I furiously looked into them, "That's not his name!" before turning my heel and pulling my sibling into the direction of the exit, and down two streets. Releasing my brother's shirt sleeve, I looked back to ensure that boy wasn't following us.

,"What's wrong, Rima?! That guy was Senri Shiki!" He was smiling as he said that Shiki boy's name. I began walking down the street as he trailed behind me. I kept my eyes on the concrete sidewalk but I knew his green eyes bore into me, "You don't know about him?" I embarrassingly nodded, not knowing the person who seemed to cross my every path, and who the entire rich student body seemed to worship the ground he walked on. He sighed as we passed a cross walk, "Senri Shiki is a famous model, whose parents are millionaires of an actress and tycoon, who are descendants from early celebrities back in the day. He obtained famed not only from his blood, but his modeling career which became an epidemic after he appeared on one magazine cover in his first time modeling."

,"And you know this how?" I pushed my glasses up as we stopped at a shining red hand. I doubted my brother would be interested in a guy that seemed to make the entire female population drool.

,"There are some girls in my middle school that are obsessed with him, and have his pictures plastered on their lockers, binders and shirts! It's practically impossible, not to know who Senri Shiki is!" He looked at me as we began to walk with the white person flashing from the other sidewalk, "And to think that he would be at your school."

,"You aren't surprised that he's interested in me."

,"Yes and no." I slightly glanced down at my brother, despite him still looking forward, "He's a celebrity and probably thought you'll fawn over him like every other girl! But he must be interested on why you would chose a book over him." He looked up at me with a toothy grin, "Am I right?"

His hypotheses made me scowl, surprisingly, "Somewhat."

We were two crosswalks away from being home free, until my cell phone rang to Kanon Wakeshima. I pulled out my blue phone, looked at the caller ID and flipped to the caller, "What's up, Umeki?"


Aki Umeki, our manager. Masaru calls him 'Uncle', but I prefer,'Umeki'. His has been managing us since we started modeling when I was twelve, and Masaru was nine. Though I am 'taking a break', I manage to take a few shoots, but not as much as Masaru has taken.

I sat away in a director's chair, reading a book while ignoring the clicks of the camera, and the bright flashes that temporarily blinded me from reading. By the time I finished a sentence, I was barely able to make out the photographer, and my brother. Out of annoyance I pulled my ear buds to my lobes and raised the volume high, and slumped in my seat.

My left ear bud popped out, "C'mon Rima. Smile!" I looked up at the man who perpetrated my music, with a deep frown sewn into my lips. He hovered over my orange scalp with a smirk on his lips, his blond bleached hair showing his black roots, and his azure eyes slightly shinning by the flashing of the photographer's camera.

I angrily retrieved my ear bud's wire from his hand, and looked up at him, "Umeki, I'm only here for my Masaru. I don't want to do something I don't want to do at all."

,"But you're very talented." He sat in the seat beside me, "If you do this, you could be famous. You could have a star in the downtown vicinity. You could be as famous as Senri Shiki!"

I ignored whatever nonsense Umeki was saying as I interrupted him of his midsentence of his praise of the famous male model, "What makes him so special? He is just like any other person." There was a small silence by the other models giving me death glares along with other staff members and model agents stared at me with their mouths agape. I half-hoped a cloud of insects went into their throats.

I looked at Umeki through my lens, who I already knew was holding his anger from bursting by how red his face was becoming. He had this sort of idol complex when it came to his hero Senri Shiki, but as usual I brushed off his anger toward me and pressed my buds into my lobes. After a few minutes, the studio regained its noise and I began to focus on my brother's work as a model.

My thirteen-year-old brother didn't have his casual relaxed expression, but a serious demeanor of a twenty-five-year-old doing a professional photo shoot for designer jeans that we could never afford. In less than fifteen minutes, he was out of camera's range, and sat beside me, reverting back to the same teenage brother.


Staring out the window, I was daydreaming. I stared at the clouds and examined how white they were that Clorox would end up going out of business. Maybe I could paint the sky next time... A force gently shook my shoulder as I turned to see my brother's emerald orbs, "Rima! What do you think?"

,"About?"

,"Going to this gala with other models next month?" I raised my eyebrow in confusion and doubt. Next month...? A gala?

A sigh escaped my lips, "I'll think about it!" I looked at the rearview to see a pair of azure eyes moved to the road, "Umeki, don't try to make Masaru do something that will only benefit your needs. I will think about this gala, but both you have to be on your best behavior."

,"Rima." Masaru whispered, "Where's dad? Shouldn't he already be home?" I held in my breath for a millisecond or five.

,"He is trying his best." His eyes were confused, but I was expecting that. I pretend I didn't notice his puzzled expression, continuing to stare out my clear window, "Do you know when Taro's coming back?" I changed the subject.

The thirteen-year-old slumped in his seat, and made his lips into a small angry pout, "Please, don't say his name. He is annoying!" I smiled, reaching over to ruffle his brown tresses with my nails.

,"You don't have to get angry. He isn't so bad once you get to know him." I pulled my fingers away from his chocolate tresses, and looked out from window with a distant look.

He leaned toward me and quickly whispered, "I bet Senri Shiki is better!" I quickly reacted by pushing him away from my shoulder and slapping my hand against his mouth before he could protest or say anything else for that matter. Umeki would probably be half-angered, and half-delighted if he knew I was attending the same school as Senri Shiki.

,"What's going on back there?" He looked through the rearview mirror.

Masaru pulled my hand off of his mouth, we managed to say in unison, "Nothing." We silently bickered behind the driver of the beat-up Toyota we were in.


Tapping the end of my pencil repeatedly, I ignored the presence of the person who stood in front of me. My elbows on the counter, and my other hand holding my cheek, out of boredom.

,"Will you go out with me?" I dropped my pencil on the glass counter, looking at the one-and-only Senri Shiki.

,"Sorry?" I rose from my bored position; trying to figure out if this was reality or if I've been hallucinating as a newly admitted patient into the nearest mental institution. I blinked twice before realizing that the dark brown hair and silvery eyes were not fading from my vision.

,"Will you… go out…you know… with me?" He had difficulty saying that question. I half-expected out of pain, but I couldn't really assume that. He rubbed the back of his neck, diverting his eyes to the clean floor of the store, and then placing them on me, "Please?"

He was begging!, "No." I said it flat out, "What is this some kind of new loser-out reach program or something?"

,"No." His face went from nervous to crescent fallen, "Please? I need help in…art!"

,"Art?" That's right we were in the same art class. Out of annoyance I angrily looked up at the famous model, "Then go ask Miss Matsushita for help. That's what teachers are for, to teach others!"

,"I can't ask a teacher for help, it's too embarrassing." He looked down at me, straightening his posture, "Are you always like this?" He quickly changed the subject.

,"Yes." A voice interjected as I was about to deny the model's claim. I scowled at the masculine voice of a thin male with dyed red hair and black roots, his black eyes occupied on the unwrapped Twinkie he was going to devour, sitting on a spinning chair. I mentally cursed Kazou. He was a childhood friend of mine and Sachiko, who had a soft spot for sweets and was miraculous in keeping the weight off of him.

I looked over the male model's shoulder to see an impatient costumer awaiting to be rung up. I looked up at him, "I'm sorry I have to get to work." I moved to the neighboring cash register, only to have him following me. He placed his hands on the counter.

,"I'm not going to stop bugging you." Rolling my eyes above my lens, I saw the growing line of not-so-patient customers begin to develop.

I sighed, "Fine, but I can't think of any place we can go."

,"How about the art gallery that's going to be taking place here?" I looked over at my soon-to-be-deceased childhood friend as my eyes widen. He pulled out a small rectangular piece of paper and handed it toward the grinning model.

,"Wait one moment please." I walked toward Kazou, pulling his shirt and a few feet away where the model was standing in front of the counter couldn't hear, "I beat you up in the second grade and I'll do it again!" I punched him in the shoulder twice, emphasizing my immense fury.

,"Ow!" He rubbed his arm, "Okay, one I wasn't allowed to hit girls and two are you crazy?!" I blinked twice at his sudden change of personality, "C'mon! The most famous model in history is stalking you and you aren't at the least bit curious why?" I hate Kazou.

I sighed, turning my heel to the smirking model with sonic ears, standing in front of the counter, "Fine, I'll go out with you. Pick me up at five."

,"Alright. The gallery opens at five, fifteen, but if you're so interested in art, come at five. "His smirk grew wider as I looked over his shoulder to see the developing line of females sharpen their pitchforks and light up their torches. He left the counter, but quickly turned around, walking backwards, making every female in the long line screech in utter excitement or sighed as though he were about to ask them to be his girlfriend. He mouthed the words, 'Wanna get something to eat later?'

I angrily mouthed, 'No!' Leaving through the clear doors, I was more than relieved than his 'godly presence', didn't allow any females to lunge at me across the counter with their newly manicured nails. As well as kill me over the fact that Senri Shiki asked me out…Wait!...Senri…Shiki…asked…me out?!

I WAS ASKED OUT MY SENRI SHIKI!!!


Sorry for the delay, but I half-blame writer's block and fully-blame my broken computer!!! I'm using my sister's laptop! As an added bonus for making you suffer, I'm working on my next chapter which should be complete by this weekend!

HAPPY DAY!