After, what-8 months,I'm back with a chapter. Thank xXNYCgirlXx for PMing me about a next chapter...so here it it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Shugo Chara.

'Precious Secrets And Beautiful Liars' by TheLingeringWolf = most of the story inspiration ( my fanfic Anything But This was basically a rip-off off that)

'Got to be perfect Not' by bleachlover1999 = Rima's disguise

And it also is now highly influenced by Durarara!

N oT exPecTeD

Normal POV

There was makeup spread across the bathroom counter on this certain early morning. Rima tried again and again to find on that would match her pale skin color.

There was no point of doing this, if her mom found out, she would be in for a beating. And no one at school would pay attention to what Rima wanted to hide. They could just assume it always been there, even though it was painfully obvious it wasn't.

The reason why Rima was carefully choosing concealer was because of herself.

She couldn't stand the sight of the cut on her cheek.

Or the fact her eyes had dark circles around them.

Finally, she smeared the foundation into perfection. She looked at it from all angles. It had been awhile since she had gotten something worse than a bruise.

She patted some powder to even the foundation out even more.

Memories of the night before flashed through her mind as she let a slight uncontrolled whimper out, and bent her head down. She quickly brought her face up and stoned it to a frown. She quickly put back all the makeup and left for school without a sound, afraid one of her parents might wake up.

She had arrived home the night before at the sound of crashing glass.

Before she knew it, some shattered pieces of the glass were thrown at her. She managed to dodge all but one, resulting to the deep blood dried cut she had covered up.

Rima spent the whole night awake, sitting there in the living room. She listened to her parents screaming and arguing, taking in the blame they put on her.

It's all your fault!

They repeated it in a drunken cruel way. It was the only thing the two parents agreed on.

Rima had just sat there. Waiting for it to end. She spent the rest of the night cleaning up the house. She made sure every piece of glass was removed from her sight.

Somehow it had become morning, and she hurridly concealed the scars of last night.

She simply made her way to school in the morning that was simply too bright for her.

Nagihiko POV

I was far from sweating, but my body was cramped from the morning dance practice and I was heaving. My mom had set me up for a dance recital next week.

She literally only had told my yesterday. The basketball lineup was decided a month ago for a game on the exact same day. I had no idea what to do.

For a moment I thought my mom was doing this on purpose. But I never told her about school, forget basketball, all she monitered were my grades.

I had to believe the dates were merely a coincidence. But even so, I couldn't pull out of either of them.

" Nagihiko! Your movements are too slow!" my mom was coaching. If this kept up, I would be late to school. Nevermind basketball practice, that would be impossible right now. I looked at the clock, I finished skipping basketball practice in, 3...2...1.

I inwardly sighed, I was in so much trouble with my coach. If I asked to be taken out of the basketball lineup now, the coach would be mad to the point where even Kukai wouldn't be able to save me, no matter how relaxed and explaining he was.

My mom frowned.

"Dismissed. Go get ready for school" her voice oozed with the fact she disliked my dancing that day.

A few minutes later, I was out on the street. It was so bright. The type of brightness that shone of possibility. But that was the opposite of what I felt.

I munched on a piece of bread.

I finished the bread after 3 bites.

I strolled down the street and spotted a small girl. I approached closer and realized who she was, it was the transfer student. I hurried to catch up to her. Her glasses obscured her face well, but the huge glasses didn't hide it. It seemed so subtle and was smooth and perfect, but as I approached closer, I saw it.

It was the thing that my mom always made me wear at recitals.

Makeup.

All on one side of her face, covering her cheek.

" Yo!" I quipped. She stopped and turned around. She eyes were like glass, transparent but was slowly, coming to life. I felt like I woke her up from another world. She felt different from the beautiful angel I met yesterday, more rigid. I gave her an amused look, while trying to keep my curiosity at bay about then and the day before.

" Hello..." she said softly and kept on walking at the same pace, like she hadn't registered who exactly was there there beside her.

I looked at her beanie and noticed how much more obviously frumpy it looked when the fact that there was a whole bunch of hair piled inside was known.

The school was within sight after a few minutes. Seika Academy looked empty but I knew there was some kids inside, studying in library or lazing around in the obscured places.

Just as we were neared the entrance I put my right hand on Rima's beanie.

Immediately it got slapped off.

I stared at her astonished. I wasn't exactly astonished at her, but at everything that happened in that brief exchange.

I hadn't meant to put my hand on her head. I just did it. Because it felt right.

But that brief moment that I touched her head I felt like something changed, something new, something right.

But the next emotion that came to me was fear. It was something new, it was a start, a beginning, but I disliked change and have came to hate it. I came to say I liked my life, as messed up as part of it is.

But as much as I hated change, when my basketball coach saw me and started yelling at me, I didn't start running immediately like I usually would have on any normal day.

Instead quickly patted Rima on the head, quickly enough so she couldn't slap me and I said something I wasn't even sure I said clearly.

" I want to know everything about you, okay?"

Rima turn to look at me, a blank face.

" I don't think so" she replied, like she didn't care but was paying attention.

And it was there again, that strong pure aura.

For no apparent reason, I grinned.

Before I knew it, I took off running.

Kukai POV

I always hung around Nagihiko because I disliked normal everyday life. Nagihiko was exactly that. I didn't mean I disliked him, he was a great guy.

I hung around him because I could count on him to always be the same, because I knew he could hold as a unmoving haven to my hectic evolving life.

As much as I hated normal, I needed normal. To keep my sanity. And Nagihiko was always that. Normal and predictable, always having the same reactions. I messed with other parts of my life, poking fun at things that didn't have anything to do with Nagihiko.

On a small scale, my grades. Perfect zeros to perfect As. To right smack dab in the middle

A larger scale was like what I did a few days ago.

Gang involvement.

When Nagihiko came running to me with the sound of an adult man's yell, I knew the basketball coach was after him. I took a breath and held my ground as he flew by me.

I thought I had avoided being dragged along into the run unlike so many other times but a few seconds later, I felt that I was being pulled along.

" Wha-whoa!" I exclaimed and ended up running along side Nagihiko. I grinned at him. Once a week it was like this. A nice but cocky ace of the basketball team and the school heartthrob was late to basketball practice. I knew he would have a panicked desperate look on his face, with slight worry, but I glanced at his expression anyway.

Unconsciously, I grinned wider. Nagihiko was also grinning. His eyes were different too, brighter, happier.

He had seen a new light.

But consciously, I realized my normal everyday life haven was soon going to be destroyed. But the evil lurking in the back of my mind said something else.

Bring it on.

I knew my life was about to become more interesting. And all intelligent parts of my brain stopped working.

" Let's have some fun"

Nagihiko laughed.

" Having fun while running?" he questioned, his chest heaving quicker than usual.

" Yeah" I replied.

But I meant it in more ways than one.

Normal POV

People saw Nagihiko and Rima walking side by side to school, although they did not know yet who Rima was. Nor did they know that was a girl who transferred the day before.

But they all knew Nagihiko was the prince of the school.

Anything dealing with him was considered gold.

Not that he ever did anything big within the sight of his schoolmates. But Nagihiko was still the school prince.

And like any well known person, his actions spread like wildfire.

Who was this girl?

That was the question that irked the minds of many.

Witnesses said it was a quiet nerdy short girl. But within a few minutes, the only word used to describe her kept the same was quiet.

Before long, the nerd turned into a book lover, to fashion magazine addict, to the very end-

A cute, quiet, innocent-looking girl who was fashionable and doll-like.

Which in some ways it was true. But nobody knew that.

Nagihiko's friends who had finished a day of basketball practice without him said he ditched practice to spend time with this girl.

But meanwhile, Nagihiko and Kukai were simply hiding and running from the coach in the forest next to the school.

The forest was right next to the hill Kukai liked standing on so much, the one his home was on.

Both the gossip and the chase happened so quickly.

But that time to Rima was spent just standing in a spot near the entrance to the school, reviewing what had happened last night.

All before school even started.

Kukai POV

Slowly, Nagihiko and I edged to the direction of my house. The trees of the forest mostly covered up Nagihiko and I, but the coach continued searching for us.

"There goes my exercise for today," I told Nagihiko.

" It's not a bad thing," he said. He looked up at a tree. " I'm gonna climb this this thing" he told me.

" Sure! Me too then." I replied. Nagihiko grabbed a branch and started pulling himself up.

Almost effortlessly.

Not effortlessly. Almost.

His exhaustion was getting apparent.

Heavier breathing, sweating, lazy movements.

He never had good stamina, no matter how much he exercised.

I was the one with good reflexes, Nagihiko was the calculated genius.

The one with the perfect plan, perfect back-up and perfect emergency plan.

We reached the top of the tree.

I reached the top first, Nagihiko was climbing noisily behind.

" You know, the coach is going to find us if you're so noisy" I teased him.

" Be quiet" Nagihiko snapped.

I whistled, " Be quiet? Not shut up?" I chuckled. " Your family background is showing through" I joked.

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Everywhere Nagihiko walked that day the atmosphere was different. Like he was part of some scandal.

Along that particular hallway, there was only the sounds of hushed whispers.

Homeroom hadn't even started.

" What you do? " I half asked and half joked.

" Nothing" Nagihiko answered. His voice was calm but it was obvious that he was worried.

I tried to listen to the whispers around us.

" It has to be true!" a girl exclaimed.

" I know," another replied " look at him, he's so calm and normal, he probably doesn't care because it's true."

I whistled. It was only obvious to me that Nagihiko was worried.

Nagihiko POV

" It's true! My friend saw Nagihiko with a doll-like girl! It has to his girlfriend, they walked to school together this morning!"

The only girl I had walked next to that day was that girl named Rima, and she was anything but doll-like with those huge glasses and frumpy beanie.

I sighed. I knew exactly what was going on.

Girls were being gossipy today, there was no other way.

It was funny how the gossip was so close to how the real girl looked under her beanie and glasses.

I hurried to Homeroom, wondering if Mashiro Rima herself heard these rumors.

I wanted to see her again, I realized. I wanted to yank off that cap and play with that luxuriously long, curly, blond hair. I wanted to take off those glasses and stare into her huge hazel eyes.

I wanted to be a guy. Not a girl I was forced to be for eleven years of my life or during recitals, but a guy.

A guy who did whatever he wanted not caring about anything else.

If I kept acting so nice and princely I was afraid I would destroy myself from the inside.

I was smart enough to know that.

Every image, every lock on my horrible feelings, I wanted to destroy it.

I wanted to destroy the facade I created.

At that moment the freedom I got during the intense basketball games weren't enough.

But at the next moment, I caught myself.

I reminded myself that I hated change.

And that change wasn't going to happen to me.

I envied Kukai. The Kukai that was free, when he wasn't with me. That he was messed up enough to be friends with me even though he knew the other side of me. That he kept on changing his life whenever he felt like it. That he ventured into the unknown and dangerous without a second thought.

Those feelings too, only last a millisecond.

I glanced at the grinned Kukai trailing behind me as I sped to Homeroom. I slowed a second later, already forgetting why I sped up in the first place.

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English and Japanese History. Those had to be the easiest subjects on the face of earth. Even in a major prep school like Seika Academy. It was the only two subjects I didn't have to try to ace.

And just so happens they were the first two subjects that day.

I basically slept through it. I had thought I was the only one not paying attention but then I saw one other.

The transfer student.

Mashiro Rima was staring out the window with nothing spread out on her desk.

Math was no different, so was Science. She didn't even move during break.

I wondered how she got accepted into this school anyway. In the middle of the first semester too.

The next subject was Japanese.

A test was handed out. Halfway through my test, ten minutes, I looked back at the nerd glasses and beanie covered girl.

She wasn't even doing it.

The test ended twenty minutes later. I didn't bother looking back. After the tests were passed forward, the teacher looked through them. He took out one and held it up.

It was blank. The teacher stood there, waiting for an explanation.

It never came.

Haha, funny part right there at the end. Anyway, please review! I promise the next chapter will come faster if you do!

~KiMi