Internet, Should Have Guessed.

Rika sighed, oh how she hated having to go to school on Sundays. Sure it was only for a few hours but it was on the freaking weekend the time she was supposed to spend with family and her Goggle head. Also she hated the fact that on Sundays she had to be in the same class as Amy Perfect. What really pissed Rika off was that not only was Perfect her real last name but she thought it also described her in every way. Not that anyone disagreed. She was so rich people thought she had the power to make you disappear. The same way people thought the CIA did or something like that. Rika couldn't help but smile at the things she could do to the little b's face but she had promised Takato only to fight in self defense so she would just have to wait.

(Nock nock)

"Rika are you dressed?"

Rika smiled. Takato must have a brain if he didn't risk entering if she was anything less than descant. Looking at herself she smiled. She was about to have some fun. "Yes."

She made sure that she had on her best straight face when he entered but oh how hard that was.

"Rika I was wondering..." Takato eyes nearly flew out of his face and his face got so red Rika wondered how all the blood stayed in. Takato couldn't believe what he was seeing. Rika had her skirt on and shirt up covering her but the fact she was still not dressed was all it took. Takato dived to the ground with his eyes shut. He now realized what reproductions could follow after he saw what he saw.

Rika seeing him cower in fear put on her shirt and walked over to him, "Goggle head the only reason I am not killing you is because of two things. One, I know you didn't see anything and two; I let this happen but be warned you try to sneak a peek and you will die childless. Got it?

Takato nodded and followed Rika out.

At school

Rika missed Takato already. He had offered to walk her to school but she had declined saying she didn't want anyone to know about them yet. As she sat at her desk she thought that maybe she might get out of today with out getting angry. Her teacher however had other plans. He decided to give the class a group assignment. They had to find pics of models and make a small autobiography about them. Rika was slightly upset but she guessed it wasn't to bad since her mom was a model but oh the teacher must have been in his make Rika's Sunday horrible mood because he not only said she could not do anything on her mom but her partner was non other than Amy.

Rika moved over to a computer and was followed by Amy, "So Rika lets just get some ground rules set. First off I'm the leader and what ever I say goes. Second I found all the info and you just didn't do anything. Third you do the work I have a nail that needs fixing."

Rika tried counting to ten but seeing that it was only going to waste time decided to show miss pretty pants how this was going to go down. After seeing that the teacher was looking the other way Rika grabbed Amt's hand and started to squeeze very hard.

"Listen to me. Just be glade I've got some good reasons not to beat the crap out of you but, you will do half the work or so help me you'll need a plastic surgeon from the land of miracles to put your face back on."

Amy paled and nodded quickly. Rika let go and started to search for some model. Amy though she covered it well was now fuming. No one ever did anything like that to her. She had to find way to get her back.

Minuets passed and Rika was on the verge of blowing her computer to hell, "STUPID WEB BLOCKS! How am I supposed to find a good article if this thing keeps telling me I'm not authorized to view this f$# page!"

"Miss you are out of line! Go sit in the hall."

Rika frowned at her teacher and left. So what if she failed this group thing. That only meant that Amy came down with her.

Amy seeing Rika gone smiled and went back to typing. She decided to try and do a search on her mother; hoping to find some bad info on her. What she did find was much worse. "Oh my, excellent."

Rika sat at her usual table for brunch. Opening her sack she was shocked to find a note in it. It read.

Dear my lovely Rika,

I hope you are having an ok time at school. Even as I write this I already miss you. I can't wait to see you again.

Love Takato

P.S. Please remember your promise.

Rika felt like crying out in happiness. How could a little letter make her feel so great? She then noticed that the café was suddenly very silent. Looking over she saw that a lot of people were huddled around Amy's table. Frowning she went back to eating. She didn't care what they were gossiping about.

"But that boy is way to good looking to die. Why is fate so cruel?!"

That got Rika's attention.

"Yeah he must have some kind of death wish."

Rika turned to look back over at the table.

"Who would have thought that we would ever see a dress on her besides the school uniform?"

Rika shot straight up and her chair went flying. There was no way! Rika walked right up to the huddle and grabbed the first girl she could.

"What are you looking AT!?"

The girl fearing for her life moved over and Rika saw what the commotion was all about. There on a laptop computer was all the pictures of her and Takato when they were modeling. The biggest one was their kiss.

"Hey Rika I think I found a perfect model or models to do a report on."

Amy couldn't help but laugh and her cult followed but it was nowhere near as loud.

"You little..."

"Hey what's wrong Rika I don't see why you are so upset I mean after this boy's done with you he will leave just like your daddy."

The laughing stopped when everyone except Amy realized that a line had been crossed. One look at Rika told everything. Her face showed a mixture of anger and sadness but it was mostly complete anguish. Rika ran as fast as she could out of the café and out side to the blacktop. She needed someone to talk to before she lost it totally so she called home.

Takato sat in the living room board. Both Rumiko and Seiko had left to do something and with no one around he was board. Nothing good to watch makes it even worse.

"All I want is something to do! Is that to much to ask?"

The phone rang suddenly. "Well at least it's something."

Takato answered it, "Hello"

"(Sniff) T-Takato?"

"Rika is that you? Rika are you crying?"

"Takato..."

All Takato can hear is crying and the line dies.

"Rika RIKA!"

Takato slammed the phone down and ran to find Rika. Something told him she was at her school.

Rika sat in a corner huddled up in a ball. She had only cried like this one other time. When her dad had left. Amy's words hurt her more than anyone could know. She didn't know how long she had been outside but she became aware that she was no longer alone. Looking up she saw Amy and her inner circle standing over her.

"Well well the almighty Rika is now brought down to her knees. This is to perfect. What's with the cell you try and call your boyfriend well don't get your hopes up because he won't come and save you. I bet I know why your dad left you Rika. You must have been an accident. Who would want you then? I'm just surprised your mother kept you."

Amy started to laugh but it was cut short when she was suddenly pushed aside by a boy who was now right beside Rika.

"Rika I'm here. I'm here."

Rika seeing that Takato had come for her finally started to be able to reassure herself that he did care.

"Come on I'm going to take you home I'm sure you teachers will understand."

He started to help her up and take her home and every one got out of his way except Amy. "Oh please you think this little show convinces anyone. I bet all you want is to become famous by dating the daughter of the best model in the world. No one could actually love this little piece of..."

Amy stopped when she looked into Takato's eyes. They told her one thing; shut up or I'll shut you up my self.

Takato and Rika left the school and went to the park were Takato sat them both on a bench. He held Rika for hours. Finally Rika started to speak.

"Takato do you love me."

"I love you with my whole heart and soul Rika."

"Thank you."

Rika huddled closer to her one love and prayed nothing could ever separate them.