His Fame, Her Self

Genre: Drama/Romance

Summary- 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?

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My fingers gripped the handle of the umbrella as I waited at the bus stop in front of Kokoro. It started raining a few hours after I stopped Sachiko from spinning into a dizzy state. The last thing I want is to get a deduction in our paychecks for breaking the store's merchandise.

,"Are you going to be okay in this rain?" Kazou popped up next to me. Instead of having any form of junk food in his hands, they were stuffed into the pockets of his hunter sweater, and his dyed hair was almost discreet with the green hood on his head.

,"Yeah, you can walk with us!" Sachikos's long brown wavy locks were neatly placed in a bun, as a pink umbrella was hovering over it. She was now in her white sweater; I was surprised ever since she bought the white sweater that anything stain-worthy has never once stained it.

I shook my head, "It's alright. My bus will come in a while…See you guys later!" I waved as they both turned the opposite direction. I didn't want to ruin their time together. Kazou liked Sachiko ever since she was the only girl (besides me) to give him chocolate on Valentine's Day, and Sachiko had a crush on Kazou when he punched a boy in the third grade for pulling her hair.

I already knew they liked each other from the secret admirer letters that Sachiko would inconspicuously put on his desk in junior high to Kazou staring at her when she was performing in the dance team the first semester of high school.

I moved two steps away from where I stood, secretly peeking if they didn't go in the wrong direction to their houses or if they were talking to each other. A car passed by me and attempted to soak my shoes, but luckily I had already moved away. I groaned a few more times as three more cars passed by me, trying awfully hard to make my clothes soak in the cold, muddy rain puddles.

I sighed," Great, my bus is late!" I had no clue what time it was now, but it felt as if my bus didn't see me for two hours. All I knew was that Umeki was going to get upset for not coming home soon, instead of being concern of getting me out of the rain. If he wanted me home so soon, he should just stop visiting all of those big brand designers and just get in car and pick me up!

But…Father's home now so he can't say anything to me. Everytime Father comes back home; Umeki is suddenly stiff and firm like a stoic army soldier ready to follow commands from the lieutenant. I don't really understand why Umeki suddenly feels afraid when Father comes home, and once he leaves Umeki is back to his controlling, domineering self.

My peripheral vision caught the sight of a long, black limo slowing down in front of me. The passenger window rolled down slowly for me to look into a pair of dark shaded lens. Shaded glasses? It's raining!

,"Do you need a ride, Rima?" The shades were placed on the owner's red-brown head, and revealed the blue-silver eyes of Senri Shiki.

Oh, how I urged myself not to bang my head against the bus stop sign repeatedly! A groaned was released through my teeth in annoyance for the stalking male model. I gripped my dark umbrella's handle harder, to avoid any anger releasing from my some-what annoyed composure as he was speaking to me in first-name references.

He chuckled. I was mentally shooting lighting at him! I shifted a bit on the wet concrete sidewalk, "What are you doing? Why are you always following me? You should be glad that I haven't called the cops."

,"You're going to wish you hadn't said that." He chuckled again and opened the passenger door to me and let it swing, "Get in! Or do you want to catch a cold?" I frowned as I heard a thunderclap making him smirk.

I lowered myself to the level of the limo, slide into the leather seat and closed my umbrella before shutting the door. My wet umbrella slipped from my fingers by accident, and I suddenly saw Senri Shiki's hand hold on to mine after throwing my fallen umbrella into a seat far away from us.

,"What are you doing?" He wrapped his hands around mine, as I was persistent in pulling away from him.

,"You've been out in the rain for three hours, and your hands are as white and cold as a dead corpse." He clung my hands firmly as I was attempting to slip them away from his grip. I hated being touch; especially if it was from someone I don't really know. Masaru, and Father knew I hate being physically touched, so they acknowledge my peeves and avoid making physical contact unless they ask me.

I stopped once I realized he was stronger than me, "Three hours, huh?" He looked up at me, "How would you know? Were you spying on me when I was at work?"

He lowered his eyes and focused on our intertwined fingers, "N-No! I just- what am I saying! I don't have to explain anything to you." I quickly released my hands from him, and glared at him through my dark frames, "Please, cooperate with me. You'll catch a cold if you don't get warm."

,"I don't have to. With your attitude and actions I assumed correctly of you high-class snobs. I'm not a charity case. I'm going to walk home instead. " I placed my hand on the handle, and heard a loud 'click'. I pulled the handle only to not have it budge. I turned toward him; he was seated next to me holding a remote in his left hand.

,"I'm sorry, but I'm not letting you go out into the rain. Could you put your seatbelt on and just let me drive you home?" He tilted his head slightly, as though he was using his model face to get me to agree.

I obviously had to; I was in no position to give orders. I pushed my shoulders against the black leather seat, and pulled the seatbelt across my torso and pushed it into a 'click'. A stubborn expression was painted on my face, as I angrily crossed my arms, looking into the dark tinted window.

,"Please drive, Yasu." His voice burned my ears in pain as I continued to look out into the tinted window. The car moved as I attentively listened to the rain pounding against the window my eyes were on.

A silence was set between us with the only noise was the movement one of us would make against the seats in order to become comfortable, "You can thank me later."

I finally looked at the male model who sat next to me in a lackadaisical posture, "What makes you think I'll thank you? 'Thanks for your bad attitude towards me and for locking me into a vehicle out of my own will'. I should probably write it officially on gold parchment, and frame it for you."

,"I only reason I gave you an angered tone was because I was…upset." He was hesitant in answering me. I sat up straight in my seat and looked into the silvery eyes of my kidnapper and savior.

,"Upset? About what?" My voice was no longer annoyed or wrathful, but almost curious.

,"The picture." Picture? The picture with Taro and myself!

,"My picture?" He didn't look me in the eye, but was interested in the limo's clean, neat carpeting, "I don't know what you thought about my picture to make you upset but I'm sorry if you did. The guy in the picture told me to have it for safe keeping since was going away to another country." My words didn't seem to be encouraging since I saw his left hand clutch to the remote to the point where I feared the electronic device would be broken into pieces.

,"Who was that boy? Was he really a no one?" He finally looked at me, and I was taken aback at the confusion within his eyes. But I was mostly surprised at how close he was to me even though there was a lot of unoccupied space within the limo.

,"That boy wasn't a no one but he wasn't really like some god to me." His eyes told me he was at ease for a little, and he straighten his posture next to me.

,"Why are you so interested in me?" He stared at me as I spoke,"I know I'm kinda smart, but I'm not really pretty or rich. I don't have much to my name and nothing to offer but you still stalk me at every waking moment. Why?" He diverted his eyes from me and sighed. He closed his eyes.

,"You don't realize how fascinating you are to others." I blinked a few times in disbelief, "You might see yourself as abnormal, but most people at school see that as a genuine quality. No one ever admits to their faults or flaws because they fear being rejected by society, but you accept your flaws in flying colors that most people admire and envy you."

I absorbed his words slowly, "That still doesn't answer my question." I was very stubborn on getting a straightforward answer from him.

He smirked and opened his silvery eyes, looking at me from the corner, "That's the only response I'll give you." I scowled at my unanswered question, "Can I ask a question?"

,"You just did."

,"May I ask another question?"

,"Shoot." I looked away from him as I began entranced by the interior of the limo.

,"What kind of relationship do you have with you're father?" Moving my eyes away from the television set in the far corner of the limo, I placed them on the male model who now had a serious expression, "I mean, I don't how a good basis relationship with my father. Actually, him and I aren't on good terms, but that's our problem. You and your father's relationship aren't like family members, but like business companies."

I was hoping he wouldn't ask me this question. I wasn't the kind of person to share their personal life with others, giving me a sort of bad reputation for being a loner, "We're formal because it doesn't seem like we're family. Biologically he is my father, scientifically speaking, but by moral support he really hasn't been there for Masaru and me. It wasn't until two years ago he began contacting us."

,"Contact? Doesn't he come home every day?" A thunderclap was heard, and the rain pounding on the ceiling of the limo gave the atmosphere like those dramatically movies scenes people would spend billions to make perfect.

,"No. He's a temp in business companies, so at times he would fill in for an employee momentarily and go on to other companies and fill in for another employee or two." I inhaled and continued before I could expect to be interrupted, "He gets paid very little for such an important job; he even endures the worst traveling on train and plane in foreign countries or cities in far distances. He works year-round just to send money to us."

,"He's that busy." The teenage model sudden became entranced like child hearing the story of the Arabian Nights for the first time.

,"I remember last time he promised Masaru that he would be at his kindergarten graduation, but he came home at dinner to find Masaru not even glancing at his plate. He would miss out on birthdays, Thanksgivings, Christmases, and New Years just to provide for us without knowing that money wasn't the only thing we need to make us happy."

I looked at him to expect a reply, but for the first time since I met him, he was speechless. He looked into my dark frames, "What about your mother?"

,"She passed away before Masaru entered kindergarten." Lowering my head, I avoided any human aura that would make my eyes tear up.

Masaru and I were very close to Mother since she was always home and encouraged our abilities even if we weren't good enough to be called amateurs. She would discipline us with a heart, and would always say 'Do you think Mother would be happy if you did that?'. She accepted my artistic vision and Masaru's skill with tinkering with electronics.

His visage drained of blood as the rhythm of the poring rain set a bit of tension between us, "Sorry to bring that up. It must hurt to talk about her."

I lifted my chin slightly, still choosing not to make eye contact, "Not really. I always try to remember about how she lived and not how she died, because I know she would be upset if had such sad thoughts of someone who brought me so much happiness."

,"Can I ask how she…?" I felt the leather interior move to his body movement as he adjusted himself.

"She died in a hit and run. I was in school at the time, and Masaru was at a play date in our neighbor's house, while my mom went grocery shopping a couple blocks away from our house. As she was crossing the street, a drunk driver ran a red light and hit her." He might be shocked as to why my voice didn't even break after saying what caused the death of my mother, was because I had hear all the adults saying it with such a monotonous way I just taught myself to repeat it that way.

The car stopped, and I looked out my window to see the familiar shapes of the front of my house. I sighed as I stayed there for a few minutes before being the first to break the silence, "Thanks for the ride." As I grabbed my umbrella, I saw the hand of Senri Shiki grab my wrist.

,"You can call me by my name, if you want to, Rima." His eyes were some-what hollow as though he has been through a traumatic experience and didn't want to tell anyone even though it was eating him alive, inside.

I repeated, "Thanks for the ride…Shiki." A light ignited in his silver eyes…He smiled. He released my wrist, allowing me to grab my umbrella and exit out of the limo.

Closing the door, he said, "Wait!" I prevented the door to close at the last second, "On Saturday when the rain is cleared up, do you want to go to the beach with me?" He apparently noticed I was anxious, "It's just going to be the two of us, painting at the beach and me learning more about art." I involuntarily nodded my head, making his smile grow, "Great, I'll pick you up at three. See ya!"

He drove out of my street, but I still stood there on my wet front lawn. I realized that he smiled…not a cocky smile but a real smile.


,"So, Little Sister Rima, how's your day so far?" Her graceful fingers released the arrow as she grinned when it hit the bull's-eye.

It was a slow Thursday afternoon as I spent my lunch for the first time in the archery region of the school campus. With Big Sister Yumiko showing me how to shoot an arrow to where you want it to go, I stood safely a few feet behind her as she held another arrow by it's faux feathered vane.

,"It's been good." What a big liar I was! Minako and her herd of brainless-beauty clones began torturing even more than when I first entered the school. They first threw paper balls at my head, accidentally dropped my books three times while I was walking to my classes and made me accidentally drop my lunch on the floor. I luckily avoided them a few minutes ago, when a heard a rumor that they were planning to put a snake in my backpack, "What about yours?"

,"I heard you are going to the beach with Senri." She released the vane as it soared and hit the bull's-eye again. She held out her bow towards me, "Here, you try shooting a few arrows."

I grabbed it, and stood where she once was, "Y-yeah. I am. Why?" She handed me an arrow, and I pulled the string to create tension between the arrow and the bow.

,"He usually doesn't like going to the beach. Only when his mother asks then he will agree to go." I eased the arrow, as I lowered it along with the bow.

,"His mother?" I pushed my spectacles up slightly.

,"Yeah." She looked at me and rose a brown strip of her eyebrow, "Aren't you going to shoot?"

,"Sorry, Big Sister Yumiko." I returned to the target a few meters away from me, as I placed the tension back between the arrow and bow. I carefully aimed at the red circle and released my hand from the vane of my arrow as it hit its given target.

,"Cool! And on your first try." Big Sister handed me another arrow, and I held it along with the string of the bow. I focused on the target once again and released the arrow, sending it to spilt the first arrow I shot, in half.

I heard a small applause from behind me. I turned my head to see the violet-eyed male clapped as I continued to stare at him in confusion, "You did a good job on your first try, Touya." He held his hand out to me but I didn't even think once about touch it, so he pulled it away so as to look like he was pushing his blond hair back, " My name Osamu Hashimoto. We have the same Physics class." I nodded to acknowledge his presence.

I gently waved at him from our arms length distance, "I'm Rima Touya. Nice to meet you, Hashimoto."

,"You can call me Osamu." He began staring at me for some time until Big Sister Yumiko loudly coughed.

She pushed past Osamu's shoulder and slung her arm around mine, "Sorry Hashimoto, she's already taken." She held a very stern look with her gray eyes, and led me out of the archery region past Osamu.

,"Big Sister Yumiko, what's wrong?" We were in the girl's locker room; I sat cross-legged on a wooden bench, waiting for my big sister to respond, only to hear the water of the shower hit against the tile floor. It was luckily empty since most of the girls in Knight Academy don't really participate in outdoor extracurricular sports, but some do.

My ears noticed the creak of the shower faucet turn and the water decreasing from a showerhead. I lowered my eyes to the tile floor. Wet skin slapped against the tile surface along with the drips of caught water that decided to not leave through the drain, "It's that stupid Hashimoto guy. He gets on my nerves sometimes. Acting all high and mighty one time and all innocent and naïve another; it's like he's Dr. Jekyll and Mr.…something!" The tone in her voice made me notice the Shiki family wasn't on good terms with the Hashimoto family.

,"Do the Shiki's and Hashimoto's have a feud with each other, Big Sister?" I shut my eyes as I felt the presence of Yumiko's towel-wrapped body walk past me. I peeked at the wet footprints and dripped water she left for me to stare at.

,"You can call it that, Little Sis." A locker creaked open, and the rummaging of belongings peaked my ear sense, "We have been friends ever since our ancestors met a hundred years ago and the Hashimoto family finally decided to become an independent company once we gave them an opportunity to join companies forty-five years ago. Not only did they decide to end ties with our family company, but decided not to be our family friend any longer and stole more than one hundred thousand yen from our shared business account!"

Her voice was more than enraged; she created a new emotion of anger that was unpronounceable and foreign. I heard the soles of a pair of shoes thud to the floor gently; I kept my eyes on the blue tile floor, "I can see why your family must be angry."

I heard silence from Big Sister Yumiko's violent movements, "You can open your eyes." I only dipped my head even lower and squeezed my lids shut.

,"You can open your eyes, Little Sister. I'm done." A warm hand pulled my head up, and I opened my eyes to see the acne-free visage of Big Sister Yumiko, with her brown, wavy hair damp from her shower. She was fully clothed in designer jeans, and a white blouse that appeared to be imported from another prosperously rich country, and her shoes were jumped out from a magazine advertisement.

She released her hand from my cheek and placed it on my orange locks, petting it gently, "Sorry, I scared you Little Sis. At times I can't control my emotions, do you want to stop being my little sister?"

,"No, Big Sister Yumiko."


,"I thought you were going to the beach with Big Brother Shiki." Masaru munched into a brand named bag of chips I usually see Kazou eating. We were in the basement, as I worked on a painting and he sat in a stool.

The basement in my family's home is mostly referred to as my art studio; I keep a small series of locks against the door to prevent any disturbances. Masaru was the only person I allowed to have the keys to my studio since he also spent time dismantling and building devices given to him. He usually gets paid for fixing his classmates' music and game players; unlike my brother, my art isn't much of a good business.

I twirled my thin paintbrush around the white paint, and with gently strokes placed it on the canvas before me, "I am. Did you just call Senri Shiki, Big Brother?"

,"He said I can call him that." He munched on a few more chips, "I don't see why you hate Big Brother. He's cool!"

Again with this conversation! I sighed at both my brother's persistency of Senri Shiki and the fact I accidentally painted myself, "I don't hate him Masaru. I just don't see everything as he does…No wise cracks about my glasses!"

Out of annoyance, he groaned and twirled in the spinning stool a few feet away from where I was working, "I don't understand why you wear those goggles, you have twenty-twenty vision. Didn't the optometrist say those were reading glasses?"

,"That's my business." I playfully threw a paint-stained rag at him; he dodged it, "You already know why. I don't want to be stereotyped by society; I hate how people expect people with glasses to be geniuses and not just regular people."

I heard him chew on the last pieces of chips, and roll the bag into a ball, "You're contradicting yourself, aren't you?"

,"Shut up." I laughed at his accuracy. I dipped the hair of my paintbrush into the white paint and continued with my gentle strokes against the canvas.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

,"Can you see who's at the door?" With my back towards him, I heard him hop off the stool, his footsteps go up the wooden steps and his voice saying 'Who is it? '. I heard his sneakers descend on the steps, returning, "Who was it, Masaru?"

,"Your boyfriend." He stifled a laugh once I turned around with a confused face.

,"Boyfriend?"


,"You don't go the beach much, do you?"

,"Not really." I walked along with Senri Shiki along the shore of the coastline, wearing overalls over my swimsuit, along with a pair of sneakers, carrying a bag with my art utensils and cell phone, "I don't hate the beach; it 's just I don't usually go here casually."

,"I understand." He nonchalantly placed his hands behind his reddish-head; he had a clean, light blue blouse with swim trunks and sandals on his feet. Walking beside him, made me embarrassed to even agree to go the beach with him.

For being such a sunny, Saturday afternoon, there was barely no one there, "We can start doing art right here, if you like." I dropped by bag a few feet away from the previous hide tide, took out my sketchbook and my drawing pencils. I began to sketch the ocean through my squinted eyes of my eyeglasses; I looked up to see Senri Shiki hovering over my shoulder, "Is something wrong?"

,"Why aren't you painting?"

,"I thought it would be more simpler if we started with a sketch. Later when can transfer it into a painting. Sorry, if this was something you didn't expect." I lowered to my eyes to my sketch, part of it being in shame while the other was to look at my drawing.

,"No. I was just surprised." He sat next to me on the sand. He stretched his head a little over my sketchbook, "Can I see your drawings?" I nodded, handing the book over to him.

He turned the book over to the first drawings I've done; his blue-silver eyes popped out, "Wow! How long have you been drawing? It seems like you've been doing it since birth; like it's almost natural to you."

I bit back a grin from his complements, "You can say it like that but I really had to work hard to get to where I am."

He flipped to one of the drawings I was hoping he wouldn't find, "This looks…different. The style of art doesn't look like yours." I peeked over his shoulder, to see the drawing of a girl curled against an armchair, sleeping peacefully even with a few strands of hair hiding her face.

,"Someone drew that for me." I moved my hand to take the sketchbook back, but he didn't allow me, "Could you please give it back?"

,"That boy in the picture drew this, didn't he?" His voice sounded aggravated and agitated, spitting venom when he said 'that boy'. He flipped over the back of the picture to read a message, "So, his name is Taro?" He pulled away from me as I attempted to snatch the book away from him, "This girl…looks like you!"

I lowered my head and diverted my eyes away from him. I felt ashamed as he stared at me with those smoky colored eyes of his.

,"Rima!" I looked over my shoulder to see a guy with a backpack slung over his broad shoulders. His emerald eyes glinted with happiness as his smiled, and his auburn hair defining his highlights.

,"Taro!" I felt the dark aura that the male model was emitting to the other male who was so familiar with me, "I thought you weren't coming back until to two weeks!"

,"I decided to come early!" He walked up to me, hovering a head above me. As we met, I rose from the sandy-carpet, not expecting the bone-crushing hug he gave me once I dusted off the clouds of sand from my denim overalls, "You've grown a bit, squirt!"

I pulled away from Taro's hug, when I heard a low growl rumbling in the throat of a reddish-brown model, "Nice to see you too, Taro. Father and Masaru are home, do you want to go there?" He didn't answer me. He was staring at the grimace visage of the male model looking through my sketchbook.

,"Is that Senri Shiki?"

,"How did you know?" I was completely confused as to how he knew the identity of my stalker.

,"Those long airplane flights will make read anything to make sure you don't get bored." He held his large hand to the sitting male, "Hi! I'm Taro Touya, Rima's big brother!"


So here's your new chapter for now!

Sorry for the delay but I kinda had writer's block! I'll try updating much sooner!

What did you think? Unexpected? Obvious?

Rima's childhood? Family feud? Rima/ Masaru's conversation? The beach scene?

Hopefully you like it; it was about 13-14 pages!

Have a happy Monday!