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Disclaimer: I don't own Shugo Chara. This story is originally based off 'Precious Secrets And Beautiful Liars' by TheLingeringWolf and 'Got to be perfect Not' by bleachlover1999. And is now highly influenced by the awesome anime Durarara!
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Rima POV
"I'm Fujisaki Nagihiko," he got up from his bow. He's too formal, I thought. I didn't think much of it afterwards. As long as I stayed away from people, they wouldn't bother me, and would have nothing to do with them. I kept a blank face. I surveyed the brunette teasing Fujisaki Nagihiko, the violet haired boy I had noticed earlier.
Was he trying to get by as innocent? I thought. His answers were much too flustered.
I noticed a few girls looking at us. I wondered why.
I listen a bit more closely to the conversation the two boys undeniably were having.
I caught the brunette's name.
Kukai. He sounded less formal than Fujisaki.
Soon I was talking to him. He seemed so light hearted, I found myself smiling.
The violet haired boy was staring at me.
Then Souma Kukai started singing my name.
My name couldn't be said like that so easily. I felt like I had snapped.
The next thing I noticed was a desk on top of a guy.
The guy was Souma Kukai.
And I was the only one who could of done it.
"A-are you okay?" I noticed my mask wasn't on.
Then I saw it, while I apologized.
A flash, a hint in his eyes. To something more than that easy going personality I had witnessed, something darker. I turned cold again. Nagihiko was really looking at me now.
I narrowed my eyes. He was giving a dangerous aura off as well. I frowned deeply.
I didn't really like this Nagihiko guy.
But it was impossible not to notice him.
Who wouldn't notice a whole bunch of girls mobbing someone? I thought sourly.
Before I noticed, both boys had already left.
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So far, five people had approached me. The other three people who talked to me were the two class representatives and the teacher.
The school didn't seem that friendly.
I guessed transfer students didn't get much attention when they just slipped into a school, like I had.
It was either a huge amount of attention, or almost none at all.
I didn't care, the less I had to do at school, the less I had to worry about.
The class bell rung.
I didn't move from my seat. I haven't all day. With a beanie to cover my attention-grabbing hair and huge glasses, I somehow had already blended into the school.
That was good. I didn't want it to be like my old school.
Before I knew it, the classroom was empty. I noticed there was a bag on a desk slightly off center, but I only glanced at it and kept on walking towards the door.
I opened the classroom door.
I pulled my beanie down a bit just as I turned to walk.
I collided right into someone.
It was a huge impact, like they were running.
I was on the ground.
"Ouch," I said. The other person offered a hand.
"Are you okay?"
They didn't fall, I thought annoyed. I looked up.
It was the violet haired dude.
I searched my brain for his name.
Ah, I thought, Nagihiko. Fujisaki Nagihiko.
I ignored his hand and got up from the ground by myself. He towered over me, causally retracting his stretched out arm, putting his hands in his pockets.
And he didn't fall. The thought irked me.
"Sorry, I was in a hurry," he flashed a smile. I looked at it. It was truly a princely smile.
I shrugged. I started to move. Then, I felt something. A mess of softness was brushing against my back.
I felt my head. Then I looked around on the ground.
Shoot, my beanie fell off, I realized. My hair was full length now. Luxuriously blonde, curly and long down to my waist.
I spotted another thing on the ground.
My glasses.
I glanced a Nagihiko. He seemed to be noticing the items on the ground too.
His expression was amused.
I frowned.
It was a problem, even with the uniform so plainly done, I still looked good in it. Not my best, but better than ordinary, a lot better.
I sighed as I bent down to pick up my two items and put them back on. It would have been a lot worse if anyone else saw.
"You're actually really pretty aren't you?" Nagihiko asked as I was tucking hair into my cap. " So? What's the reason? Too many fansboys? Harassment?" he smiled mischievously.
"Don't you get tired to girls mobbing you?" I said in monotone. I walked away.
The answer given was to keep him satisfied. My cover up was there for an entirely different reason.
Normal POV
The girl had walked away. There was a pained expression on her face the moment she was out of the sight of the boy she left.
The boy was still standing there, now leaning against the wall. He thought how the girl was right, but he felt satisfied in that position with the girls all around him. As the prince of the school and still being able to not be looked down upon or in disgust by other boys as he had seen in previous schools.
No human could live a truly honest life. He knew that. But to him, that girl seemed to be the closest thing. A honest, peaceful, accepting life.
For a second, the aura that girl gave off was a yearn for justice, truth, and purity. A yearn so powerful, it felt like she had it at times. At times, she forgot all about her family and her problems.
The boy found himself deep into thought. The girl was really pretty, an angel-like appearance. No matter how he acted, the beauty still hit him with a huge pang.
Whatever hurry he was in disappeared.
He realized that he was actually thinking about a girl. He smiled, amused, then laughed. He swiftly went to get his backpack and headed out. For a moment, he was entranced. Curious to know more. To mess with the secrets everyone held.
For a moment, he felt like throwing away everything he worked so hard to have.
His footsteps echoed the hall in a steady beat. He felt, somehow, more complete than he had in a long time.
Somehow, he led himself to the rooftop. After school, it was deserted. He looked down at everything, the school, the town. The view was nice.
Down, on the school grounds, was his friend, Kukai. He didn't notice, but Kukai saw him clearly.
Kukai smirked. He slung his bag over his shoulder and headed out the school gate, letting his friend enjoy a little peace.
He walked down the road, in a directions not toward his home. The sun was still up, it was long before it was going to start getting dark. He looked up, as if wondering something. Kukai loved evolving. However hard it was, he loved changing. Whether if it was his personality, his surrounding, his reactions. He loved changing. He loved playing with life.
Those thoughts carried him to a dark alley, which he never had been before. The situation, though, was slightly familiar.
It was better than last time: trying to pick up girls.
Rima arrived at her house at the sound of crashing glass.
Nagihiko raced home for dance practice.
There was a news report about beat up thugs lying in a dark alley, culprit nowhere to be seen.
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~KiMi