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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Enjoy!


I stirred my chocolate shake with the given straw and mixed the beverage and the whipped cream.

,"Rima…" I lifted my eyes to see my big brother Taro, staring at me with his jaded eyes that he received from my father, "Are you going to drink it?"

I sighed, "Sorry Taro." I straightened my posture, "I just don't really feel like hanging out…" We were seated across each other, at my favorite bookstore near my house that I would either bring Masaru or Sachiko and Kazou. Unlike the mall, where most teenagers hanged out, we enjoyed the almost desolate bookstore that we would childishly play hide-and-seek. It was our half-hang out, half-playground, and half-information directory.

,"But we're in your favorite bookstore? And you're drinking your favorite chocolate shake?" He raised an eyebrow in doubt. He knew I would never neglect the books of hardcover and paperback and that would explained how surprised he was that I didn't want to be in my favorite bookstore. Let alone the beverage that would make my senses completely content with its mouth-watering chocolate taste, "Is something bothering you?"

,"I don't want it to burden you Taro" I looked at his worried face through my dark lenses, and quickly moved them to the wooden table, "It's nothing but a high school drama on the afternoon time of soap operas." I sipped my chocolate shake, relishing the delicious flavor that originated from Central America.

He unknowingly placed his hand on his cheek, "Does it-you know- involve Senri Shiki?"

Lowering my eyes even further to trace the wooden table, I sipped my drink more, to avoid answering him. Taro was often as protective as Masaru, though Taro was maturely built to intimidate others. How he obtained a full scholarship even with all the demerits and detentions he received, I'll never know.

,"So it is him." He almost grinned but held it back with a chuckle, "He's a good guy though. Rarely do you meet celebrities that are really cool, as they want to appear in the media. An honest guy, if you asked me." He nodded his head of auburn-highlighted hair in approval of my stalker. Drinking his coffee, I could feel his eyes on me, "What does Masaru think about him?"

,"He calls him Big Brother Senri." I released my mouth from the straw, and inhaled deeply, "Masaru has actually grown attached to him. He has been coming to dinner a few times and they both have been talking about mechanics, video games, movies, and other stuff that guys like."

,"That doesn't surprise me." He leaned back in his chair, making me look at him: confused, "You already know Masaru and I have the typical brother love-hate relationship. When one pulls a prank on the other brother, that one gets back by pulling a prank on them. You already knew how noisy our house was because we pranked each other on a daily basis. Not to mention, we did have the rare brother-to-brother talk and moment." He sighed, closing his green eyes for a while, "But it seems he only remembers the bad times…"

,"Masaru doesn't hate you Taro." He looked at me as I continued to stir my shake in small circular motions, "He remembers all the good things you use to do. Like when you took him to zoo for his eighth birthday and managed to sneak into the elephant exhibit and set the pachyderms loose." I heard him gently laugh at the memory that banned them from the zoo, "And the other time when both of you went camping during the summer and helped him catch that big bass for Father…Don't forget when you taught him to slide in the diamond field and get the most homeruns in his Little League…"

As I looked up, I saw a large smile plastered on the mouth of my twenty-year-old brother. I've seen my brother smile often, but not as innocently pure as an infant's first giggle. I pushed my shake a few inches away from me, so I would be able to place my arms on the table.

He was silent for a moment then turned his shiny hunter eyes at me, "How long has Senri Shiki been coming to dinner?" Protective Brother: On.

,"For a few weeks before you unexpectedly came." I spoke calmly. Knowing my brother he would not approve of anyone who had tattoos, piercing, was way older than me, a jailing streak and etcetera, etcetera. But I guess there was going to be another thing on my brother's list: no celebrities. I stirred my shake in boredom, with my elbow unmannerly placed on the table, "Why?"

He gently leaned against the table; "I want to know if that's the reason why your hand is covered with burns."

I quickly pulled my hand away from the straw, and placed it on my lap, "I-It's nothing."

Great! How stupid could I be! I was so close! No one knew! Not even when Shiki saved me from getting soaked in the rain, and persisted I get warm thorough his hands! Not Masaru, Sachiko, Kazou, Umeki, or my Father! I was really good at hiding something but usually when Father comes he knows automatically when my character is not perpendicular.

Reaching across the table, he grabbed my arm and held it right in front of me. Seven slim red burns were on my right hand, and one long burn was across the back of my hand was like a blood river. My family and friends knew the oven and I had a strained relationship resulting in me getting burn frequently from my hands and arms. As always they were on accidentally due to my klutzy nature.

,"You've been cooking with the oven, haven't you?" I stayed silent, diverting my eyes to the tile brown carpeted floor of the bookstore. He was always was protective of me more so than Masaru. At times, I despised being the only female in a male-dominated household. I would probably go crazy if I didn't have Sachiko with me. He gently pulled my arm to get my attention, "Rima, look at me?"

I did as I was told, slowly my eyes rose from the floor and to the angered emerald eyes of my older brother. I inhaled gently, "Yes?"

,"Answer me, Rima. Have you been using the oven?" His other hand gripped the table rather hard; I guess he didn't want to hurt me.

,"Yeah." I heard him suck his teeth and his fingernails digging into the wooden table. He's angry. I lowered my eyes to my melting shake, "What do you want me to do? Stop cooking the food Mom taught me?" His grip to the table stopped.

,"No Rima." He sighed, letting go of my burnt hand. I looked up at him; there was no sign of anger in his eyes but the burden of worry, "I just want you to be more careful. It'll be a little difficult because of you're such a klutz…but be more careful. Okay?" He meekly tilted his head to the side, very unusually childish action for a twenty-year-old man to do.

I nodded, "Alright, Taro."

He looked at his wristwatch and pushed his chair out so he could stand up, "C'mon Rima. Let's go home!"


,"What is this?" My eyes moved around the living room to see Yumiko, Sachiko, and Shiki carrying some items that were easily hidden with individual black covers.

,"You're going to a party, Cinder-Rima!" Sachiko happily laughed and jumped towards me and slung her arms around mine.

,"Party?" I looked around the room, looking for an answer from the faces, "What party? What are you talking about?"

,"Minako's party, of course." Yumiko finally relaxed my anxiety for a moment, until she pushed my hair from my face, "Hmm…look's like there will be no need for a large amount of make-up application…Let's go to your room!" Before I could refuse, the two enthusiastic females pulled me up the staircase and up to my room.

,"Let's start with her hair!" Sachiko gently untied my scruchie holding my orange locks, making them gently fall on my shoulders through their knots and tangles. Her hand held a small layer of my hair, "It really isn't that bad. Could you pass me the iron, Big Sister Yumiko?"

Yumiko held out a hot, rotating iron towards my head, "I'll do it, Little Sister Sachiko."

,"Little Sister? Big Sister?" I raised my eyebrow as a piece of my orange, straw-like hair was placed on the iron, "How did you guys…?"

,"We had a good conversation when we were waiting for you." Both gleeful females said in unison, as resemblance to a pair of identical twins. I sighed, not really admiring the performance of the iron; I sat still until they finished my hair entirely.

,"You look even better than before." I felt a few fingers glide down from my scalp and gently pull my newly untangled orange hair. Another pair of hands pulled my frames from my eyes; forcing me to repeatedly blink to conformity of the unframed world. Finally comfortable, I clearly saw my big sister and best friend looking at me as their cheeks were pressed to each other. They stared at me with great interest.

,"What?" I shyly pulled my orange hair over my shoulder, suddenly realizing it was fully knot-free and shining in the light of an energy saving light bulb above my bedroom ceiling.

Yumiko held between her fingers a lightly red powdered make-up brush, "Just a tint of blush…"

,"And…" Sachiko grabbed a pink lip-gloss from a small make-up kit, "A small application of lip gloss will do the trick."

I felt a sense of nervousness as they held the very expensive cosmetics I have sworn never to place on my self even if I was as ugly as the legendary literary monsters. I couldn't move my legs…


I stood at the top of the stair, holding my self with my arms, "This is ridiculous! I thought you didn't want me to go to her party?"

,"This isn't ridiculous." She looked at me with glitter in her cinnamon eyes, "And I didn't want you to go because I didn't want you to get hurt. But I thought it over, and I think this is the chance for you to see how amazing you are, with or without anything to your name!"

,"Gee, thanks for your consideration." My sarcasm dripped but as always, she giggled like a child.

,"Introducing the NEW Rima Touya!" Yumiko's voice was like one of those television game show hosts, very spontaneous and completely, entirely over-dramatic. I stood my ground; it was my entrance. I heard her cough loudly, "I SAID, Introducing the NEW Rima Touya!"

,"Don't be shy! That's your cue!" Sachiko's warm hand gently pushed me to move one step.

I sighed, holding on to the railing. I took slow steps, descending with painful agony to the end of the steps. My heart was beating rapidly; not only do I think this is ridiculous but everyone is going to end up laughing once they see what Sachiko and Big Sister Yumiko have done to me!

The room was silently as I held the railing of the staircase. I looked up, curiously, to see the surprised faces of my brothers, Father, and Shiki. All mouths opened to the world, and eyes as big as the planet Jupiter within the solar system. I hesitated to move from where I was, and stuttered, "W-what? W-what ar-re y-you l-look-king a-at?"

Father was the first to speak, "You look lovely, sweetie." I gasped. Father hadn't called me sweetie ever since Mom passed away.

,"I-I do?" I looked down at myself. I wore a red silk dress that was a few centimeters above my knees; black strapped two-inch heels, a black choker on my pale neck. If anything, Father shouldn't have said 'lovely', more in the lines of 'go back and change into something appropriate' like those overprotective sitcom fathers.

,"Yeah, come look at yourself." Masaru held my hand as though he had reverted back into the child that would spend endless hours trying to figure out where I hid the Christmas presents. He led me to a mirror, which I didn't even knew we owned, and saw the reflection of my face.

Cheeks painted with light blush (I didn't know if it was the result of my embarrassment from all the males staring at me or the cosmetics I was forced to wear), shiny lips that luminously shone in the room, and my azure eyes were as clear and blue as the unpolluted air of tropical skies. My yellow-red locks were gently curled to have the appearance that it was almost naturally wavy and was held with a red headband adorned with a red rose above my left ear. I looked like newly created porcelain doll, neatly placed in a toy box.

,"What happened to my sister?" Taro happily stated from behind me, "She looks more like a celebrity! Without the Botox!"

I didn't know whether to take Taro's words as a compliment or insult. I steadily walked in the high heels I was given afraid of falling on my face or on my back. I almost fell, but luckily the stalking model was able to catch me in his arms.

I quickly pulled away from him and tried to stand properly on the notorious black heels that would probably send me to the next emergency room within the time limit of five minutes or so.

Father looked back at his morning paper, which was ironic since it was already five in the evening, "Have fun, sweetie. Be home around eleven." He kissed my forehead before seating in the armchair and burying his face in the paper of black and white.

With permission from Father, Shiki gently grabbed my arm and led me out the door in a quick, mannerly way out of my house and into his limo.


The mansion of Minako was nothing compared to Senri Shiki's but it was a castle compared to my house. It was itself a castle of white and blue, that reminded me of the heavens which the pointed ceilings had plunged through the dark sky of the evening. It was big enough for me to get lost in the labyrinth of rooms, and the large royal fortress protected itself from paupers who dared to admire such blue blood. I seemed to be the only lowly peasant who was able to penetrate the protective force of the rich girl's castle.

Senri Shiki looked at me with a smile, "Nervous?"

,"Uncomfortable." My voice shook, "I feel like I'm intruding. Like I don't belong here." I heard him chuckle while opening the door to the black limo. As always a screeching noise of admiration followed the appearance of Senri Shiki exiting out of his vehicle, I flinched at the sudden fear of being unable to hear any longer.

Senri Shiki's hand appeared in front of me when the painful sound of females' screams slightly diminished. I hesitantly allowed him to take my hand, helping me out of the leather seat interior and into the open of the crescent fallen females a few yards away from the dark, long limousine. The group of females whispered with one another, giving me confused and angered looks from their pretty, rich faces. They left to the entrance of the party a few minutes later.

, "Let's go! It's the middle of her party!" He released my hand and held out his arm; I stared at it wondering what he wanted me to do, until I looked into his gleaming silvery child-like eyes, "Let's make a big entrance!" I slipped my arm around his as we walked to the entrance of Minako's party.

Her house looked bigger in the inside than it did on the outside. We walked down a clear stairway (I managed not to slip while attempting to walk with my heels), into what I though was her basement, but it appearance much to grand to be called such.

In the highly capacitated room there was a large dance floor in the middle of room with colorful lights shinning the wonderfully polished dance floor where people were dancing happily. The dancers moved in their own style to the music of the interracial beauty, Crystal Kay. Everyone was wearing a sort of designer brand clothing that I knew I couldn't afford even if I sold my house. There were people conversing on both sides of the large room that had extravagant furniture that made my living room a garage sale in the house. A buffet table with an amazing food spread, I heard female customers from Kokoro complain about it if not properly presented to them.

Some people stared at Shiki and I; some stared and had their mouths wide, while other continued their business of having fun. I felt uneasy under the one thousand pairs of eyes that stared at me, making me look up at the auburn haired model, "Why are they staring at me?"

,"Because you're pretty." He whispered in my ear. I was so surprised I no longer acknowledge the intense feeling of the eyes burnings into my skin.

,"You came!" To my surprise, Yumiko popped out in a freshly new pair of brand named jeans, a baby tee I assumed she designed herself and wearing skater sneakers. Her naturally short, wavy brown hair and cosmetic-free face were in its usual appearance.

I felt the arm of Senri Shiki hold on to me tighter, "Yumiko, you came here fast. I thought you weren't coming to Minako's party."

,"I wasn't." Her pearly smile peered from her small lips, "I just wanted to introduce Little Sister Rima to a few people and leave you two."

She grabbed the arm which Shiki had tightened his grip on to but released it to allow me to follow his cheerful cousin, "But…?" Neither rich teens answered me; I gave one last look at the lonely face of Shiki and was swept away in the wave of my Big Sister.

I was led past a few hallways and swerved a large crowd of people until we finally stopped in front of a tall man who had the brightest pair of brown eyes. He distinct facial features told me that he had the money to look more handsome but chose not to destroy his natural looks. I bowed politely under the burning stare of his mahogany eyes, "Nice to meet you."

,"Little Sister Rima this is Ryu Arishima, the gentleman who bought a piece of your artwork at an auction." Auction? I finally realized the person who bought my sullen, bleak painting for eighty million yen was standing right in front of me kissing my hand out of courtesy.

,"Hello Miss Touya." He released my hand from his, "I'm honored to meet the young lady who painted such an emotion-filled piece of work. It was worth the eighty million yen I bought it for. I was hoping if I may buy another artwork masterpiece from you."

I blinked a few times in disbelief ,"Me?"

,"Why of course." He slightly chuckled and looked at Big Sister Yumiko, "You're right, she's as modest as a child." His brown eyes returned to my small form, "I am willing to pay directly to you for compensation. My office needs a little more personality on its bare walls." I blinked, finally recognizing who he was. If I remember correctly, he was a C.E.O of Sculptured Humanity, an artists and modeling agency.

I didn't answer him; I doubted that the C.E.O of the most well known agency was asking me to create another painting for him after spending eighty million on a previous one. He raised a dark eyebrow at me, but lowered it and smiled, handing a white rectangular piece of paper to Big Sister, "She must be speechless. Please give this to her, and ask her if she has ever considered being in an agency." He bowed deeply to Yumiko and me, and left in a flash.

My heart…stopped beating…Agency


Walking back to the bustling of the party, there were still people dancing to the beautiful beats and lyrics of Crystal Kay and BoA. I searched for Senri Shiki around the colorfully lit dance room, to find him conversing with a few pretty girls; if I assumed correctly the girls probably had their own private islands. I steadily walked on my heels, and attempted to walk past the famous model not wanting to interrupt his conversation and find a place to think quietly.

I felt a hand grabbed my arm, and automatically I looked around to see the shining silver-blue eyes of Shiki, "I was hoping to find you after Yumiko kidnapped you away from me."

,"Kidnap?" I recalled the time when he looked me in his limo after I argued with him. I wasn't able to remind him of the incident; he led me to the colorful dance floor where I reacted by managing to stop myself from walking onto the wooden floor. He looked at me in a perplexed way, "I-I can't dance. I-I never danced before. I-I've n-never danced at all."

,"It's not hard." He gently pulled his lips upward, "I'll lead."

Dragging me to the polished dance floor, he swayed me in an easy one-two-three step to follow the collaborative music of the half-Korean singer and multilingual Korean singer. I quickly caught the steps and moved on my own even though I hadn't dance in my life. Holding my hand above my head, Shiki spun me around and moved along with me. I looked around the dance floor to notice that we were the only ones dancing as the other dancers stared at us; they examined our movements as though we were professional dancers and they were the students admiring our choreography skills and hoping to become as wonderfully graceful as us.

He spun me a few more times and finished with him dipping me, much to my disappointment. I hated doing anything along the lines that reminded me of the romantic dancing art of the tango; I wasn't very good at such a wonderful work of body movement that expressed such passion between man and woman. Raising my head from the dip, there was a surround sound of applause toward Shiki and I. I curtsied and he bowed.

Looking at the crowd, I saw the scowled face of Minako who wore such a lovely burgundy dress that revealed too much of her legs. Her face had a bit of make-up on her frowned façade, heels so high that if I wore them I would end up falling on my face, and eight expensive gold bracelets that I wish I owned one. Her frown deepened as I felt an arm slip around my waist; she stomped on her large heel against the carpeted part of the room, and curled her manicured fingers into a fist, slightly jangling her bracelets.

I never felt a pair of eyes burn into my skin and make me feel like a piece of trash as the eyes of Minako Tamazaki.

My fear of the deathly emerald eyes didn't end, even after Shiki led me away from the dance-floor and toward one of the furniture. It was an inviting blue couch that appeared lonely since we entered the party.

,"Did you like your first time dancing?" He looked at me with such an innocent curiosity. I nodded in half-happiness and half-embarrassment.

,"I was expecting that I would fall on my face. I'm not good with high heels or coordination." I timidly hid my face with my orange locks, but quickly felt a warm hand touch my cheek, and a brightly pair of smoky-cobalt eyes staring into my frame-free eyes.

,"Don't hide your face…" His fingers moved to tuck my yellow-red strand of hair behind my ear and examined my face carefully and closely. He cradled my face with care as though I was made of fine glassware and feared that if he released his grip I would shatter into billions of pieces that would be unable to be reassemble me back to my original form. I caught my breath as he gazed at me.

,"Excuse me." A woman in a maid outfit appeared, "I'm sorry to intrude but Mister Shiki there is someone here to speak with you."

I heard an aggravated sigh escape his lips, "I'll be there, momentarily." At the corner of his eye, he stared at me, "I won't be gone too long Rima." He rose and followed the maid, leaving the room.

,"You put on make-up, a pretty dress, a pair of good heels, and fix your hair up a bit and you become Cinderella." A female voice spoke with much distaste as the thought of ordering a fast food burger when their tongue has been accustomed to caviar and purified bottled water. I turned around to see the angered face of the Tamazaki hostess and her crowd of plastic nosed posse.

,"Cinderella?" I knew her words of malediction were towards me since I was the only one at school who didn't really care about the designer brands of clothing or the finery of culinary arts. Not to mention, the sudden rags-to-riches moral of the old folklore tale of a peasant Cinderella turned princess.

She looked down at me like the lowly socio-economic status I held, "But you know when Cinderella goes to the Ball she has a limited amount of time before her coach turns into a pumpkin." She walked around the furniture, keeping her eyes on me with her slit-green eagle eyes she held to me, and ceremoniously sat next to me with her legs crossed and lifting her revealing dress a little. She placed her pale cheek on the palm of her French-tipped nails. A cynical smile was painted on her ruby red cosmetic lips, as I feared her French-tip nails would be dripped from my blood.

I knew the story well from the time my Mom first told it to Masaru and I, "Even if her ways of transportation diminished to a pumpkin. She forgets her slipper allowing the prince a chance to find her and make her a princess." Her cheekbones flared a red that I assumed was her anger at my acknowledgement of the story.

,"You have some nerve, pauper." As she spoke, I thought I saw her tongue appear like a snake's forked tongue. Snapping her fingers, one of her rich clones handed her a bubbling cider in a champagne glass that had the initials M and T etched onto the glass. She slowly drank half of it and stared at me with a predator like intent.

Reaching over, she held my cheek with her perfectly manicured nails; I slightly twitched from her touch for I feared that those sharp nails would plunge right through my skin with the powerful force the mutated vampiress possessed after escaping the lab, "Such an acne-free face from such a poor girl." She glided her nails against my skin, making my breathing shake, "You have a cute face as well but you are not suitable for the refine taste of Senri Shiki."

My nerves relaxed a little, as she was no longer touching me. Her eyes suddenly glinted with an evil thought that managed to get through her Jurassic-sized brain. I couldn't have her intimidate me, so I might as well fight fire with water, "If I'm not suitable, are you suggesting you are?"

A dramatic scratch came from the DJ's turntables. There was an eerie silence between the crowd of lovely, rich onlookers who surrounded Minako and me. The Tamazaki princess gulped the last of her cider, handing the champagne glass to one of her posse, and glared at me with her jaded dagger eyes, "Excuse me?"

I inhaled through my nostrils, "Well…if you say I'm not suitable for Shiki does that mean you are saying that you are worthy for him?" There was the buzz of gossip within the crowd, "I'm not saying you are not worthy for him, but it sounds to me as though you…are…jealous…" The buzzing noise became louder than before.

Without warning, Minako's sharpened nails dug into my arm and fiercely yanked my arm so I could look into her flaring emerald eyes of Hell. I imagined I felt my blood go onto her white tipped nails, and trailing down a red river almost similar to the burn across my hand. I tried to get out of grip but she pushed me against the couch making me relive the pain on my spine she gave me on my first day in Knight Academy.

I looked up to see the furious Minako hovering over me; her beautiful long black hair casted an intimidating shadow on her deathly scowl. Her hand released its hard hold on my arm and moved to my throat and squeezed whatever breath I held. I desperately gasped for air only to have her straight edge nails squeeze harder, pressing my choker into my skin.

She lowered her blood painted lips to my pale face (I didn't know if it was the result of Minako chocking me or my natural skin in its state of fear), "I don't get jealous of filthy vermins such as you, Touya!" As she kept her sadistic eyes on me; enjoying the pain I was in, I managed to lift my Hell of a heel and hit it against Minako's thighs sending her falling to the floor.

I coughed until I was able to inhale oxygen through my freed windpipes. I barely touched my throat and suddenly flinched at the slight contact from my fingers. Minako probably has never been tripped before since she needed help from her group of clones in order to get back on her heels. As I regained the air I lost from the powerful grip of Vampira, she took a quick step towards me, raising her hand over her head, "You'll pay for this you penniless, disgusting piece of -!"

Lowering it, I didn't bother to even bother to blink, as she was ready to slap me. Someone grabbed the slender hand of Minako, twisting it in an awkward way, sending her to her bare knees on the carpeted floor. I looked up at the owner of the savior hand of Senri Shiki; sweat curving down his cheek, auburn-red locks slightly disheveled, his chest riding up and down obtaining oxygen, and his silver-blue eyes send the dead back into their hollow graves; silencing the poltergeists' mischievous noises.

,"That's enough…" His voice was dark and almost maniacal. He released the Tamazaki beauty as she clenched her teeth in pain, "We're leaving!" Without another second the male model pulled my arm toward him and led me through the curious crowd and up the clear stairwell.

Being tugged by the self-absorbed, filthy rich model of Senri Shiki, I didn't mind the tight grip he had on my hand.


In the limo, Shiki still had his tough grip on my hand while I was struggling to get away from him, "Quit being stubborn! How did you get the burns! Did Minako burn you?!" His voice rose in frantic anger and surprise.

Managing to pull my hand away, I gently touched it, "No, Minako didn't do it. I just…don't get along well with the stove." I looked away in embarrassment from his confused face, "Don't ask…"

,"It's because of me…" The model was hunched over with his long fingers on his messy dark brown hair; I couldn't decipher what he was feeling since I wasn't able to see his expressive eyes, "It was my fault you have burns on your hands, but it's especially my fault for you getting hurt by Minako…" He slightly raised his head, but the shadow casted by his chestnut-ruby hair made it difficult to see his silver orbs.

When the limo came to a red light, I hopped to the empty seat beside Shiki. I didn't know what I was doing but what I can see I wrapped my arms around him as he rose from his position and finally look at me with his widen eyes. I did the unexpected; I hugged him. He was entirely taken aback since I heard him grunt a few times in shock; I felt my wavy-like orange hair fall along my shoulder making me grip to his body.

,"Don't apologize…Shiki" With my ear against his chest I heard his heart beating loudly, "Don't be sorry for my big mouth and…klutzy nature." I felt his chest move as he inhaled oxygen into his lungs. I pulled away from him and finally looked into his azure eyes, "I'm sorry for making you worry."

His silvery eyes burned my cheeks, making my eyes move to the limo's carpet, "Show me…"

,"What?"

,"Show me your neck. How much damage did Minako do?" He grabbed my chin and gently tilted my head to examine my red throat. As he lowered his head to my throat, my cheeks turned red when I felt his warm breath against my skin. I sucked my teeth as I felt his appendages glide over my injured neck, "Sorry…" A small, cool spray of cool air sent shivers down my spine.

,"Shiki?" The scent of his brand cologne filled my nose as I gently breathed in. I tried to move away from his body only to have two arms wrap around me, "Shiki?"

,"Don't move. Let me at least ease your pain." I felt his cool breath against my neck, "She didn't hurt you as much as I expected." He released his hold on me, "She has a bad temper and can do as much damage when someone makes her snap."

The limo stopped in front of my house. Shiki opened the door for me and helped me out, escorting me to my front door.

,"Thank you." I rubbed my arms as the evening breeze sent goose bumps against my skin, "Even though this evening didn't go right. I'm glad I spent it with you, Shiki." I smiled up to his high stature as he took off his coat and placed it on my shoulders. "Thanks…"

,"Even if you didn't fall on your face dancing?" He raised a dark eyebrow to me and playfully smirked down at my small form.

Covering my mouth, I laughed and looked up at the grinning face of Senri Shiki. I pretended to cough, "What?"

,"You laughed! And smiled!" His mouth grew wider.

,"No I didn't."

,"Yes, you did!" I lowered my head bashfully, "Why don't you do it often? You know- smile and laugh!"

,"I didn't really think there was something that was entertaining to laugh and smile about. And I don't think my family or friends really would like or hate me if I smile and laugh or not." I pushed a few strands of my hair away from my lightly red face.

Shiki leaned towards me, making me instinctively hit my back against the door. My heart beat rapidly as I felt his lips swiftly brushed against my cheek,"No, but you will look beautiful if you did it more often." He took a few steps back, returning his smirk on his lips and placed his two fingers against his forehead, saluting a cool farewell, "See ya later, Miss Touya!" He winked at me before turning his back toward me.

,"Wait!" His silvery eyes returned to me. I lifted the large sleeve of the unpronounceable name of a coat that belong to the nonchalant male, "What about your coat?"

He smirked, "Take care of it for me!" I blinked in utter perplexity but it didn't stop him from smirking at me with his lit gray-azure eyes, "Good night!" I stared at him getting into his limo and drove away down the street.

I lightly waved at the disappeared limousine, "Good night…"I tenderly grazed my fingers on my cheek; the exact place where I had just obtained my first kiss from the stalking model, Senri Shiki.

As I pushed myself off my front door, the large door opened to Taro in an angry tirade and Masaru having a hold of our furious older brother, "Where does he live?! Where does he go to school?! I give you my word Masaru; I will run after Senri Shiki until the ends of the earth!! He will pay for tarnishing our sister's purity by his playboy-ness!!! Let me go, Masaru! Let me GO!! I can still catch up to his limo!"

,"Taro, calm down!" He grabbed Taro back as he attempted to take a step on the porch step, pulling him into the doorframe, "You don't have to be so protective!!"

Though I would have originally been ashamed to see my brothers display such immaturity in front of our house at eleven o'clock in the evening but I found it quite amusing. The scene looked almost out of a comedic moment within a shojo manga!

I pinched Taro's ear, hearing his series of 'ow', "Stop acting so immature Taro! Let go of Taro, Masaru! I'll take it from here." Closing the front door behind me, I quickly threw my painful heels on the living room floor holding the ear of my twenty-year-old brother.

Masaru laughed as I pulled our Big Brother's ear. We both laughed once I released his lobe and laughed even louder as he chased us around the house.


Our house was finally filled with laughter…at eleven o'clock on a Saturday night.

Hope you enjoyed this extra long chapter! It was around 17 chapters so I hope you all liked it!

What did you guys think? Too long? Not enough dialogue? Bad? Good? Obvious? The events that occurred in this chapter? Cliché? Out of the Ordinary? I seriously want youe input on this chapter since I was really trying to make it really good!

Also the dancing between Rima and Shiki was inspired when I heard the wonderful collaborative of Japan's wonderful singers: BoA and Crystal Kay called Girlfriend. (Awesome song!)

I'm going to the AnimeExpo (for the first time!) next week, so I won't be updating at that time! So I hope you enjoy this chap!

R.I.P Michael Jackson