New Things
a shiki and rima fan fiction

disclaimer: i don't own vk and i never will. D

ah, this took really long. Sorry! But I know you'll just love this chapter.

WARNING: No lemons in this chapter. xp The first part of this chapter is kinda sad...

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7 years later...

Shiki's POV

Over the years, my father and mother helped me get to where I was now. Father got me my own magazine to work on and my mother helped the magazine get noticed by modeling for us for a bit. I am completely grateful for having them. It was as if my life was complete. I had everything that I needed: a good future, loving parents, great friends... But there was something missing. What was that, you ask. Well, 7 years ago, my best friend left Japan to go somewhere that I don't know. She didn't even tell me anything about it. I trusted my friends. They told me they knew nothing. They knew nothing. And I trusted them. Why would they keep things from me?

I looked up from my desk and saw Ruka, my secretary and long time friend standing in front of my desk. "Yes, Ruka?"

"Nothing new was found on Rima." She paused to look at my face. It portrayed hurt, sadness, and disappointment. Ever since I became the head of the magazine, I've had search teams working to find Rima. If she was trying to hide from me, then she was really good. But why would she hide from me? "If you don't mind me asking, Shiki... When do you plan on giving up?"

"I won't give up." I said, in a low voice. "My life is so empty now, Ruka! Without her, I'm nothing!" I didn't realize that I raised my voice until Ichijou, Aidou, and Kain came into my office. They've witnessed my panic attacks before. I didn't mean to have them. Really, I didn't. But I always panicked when I thought of her sometimes. Thoughts like, 'How is she? Is she okay? Is she happy? Is she still alive?' always popped in my head and made me nervous. What if the answer to my questions were all negative?

When I looked at my friends/co workers, Ruka was behind them, and the three guys were in front, ready to hold me down.

I sat back down in my seat and buried my face in my hands. First, I started to chuckle, only to receive an odd, confusing look from them. Then, for the first time since a very, very long time. I finally let them out. I always tried not to cry when I thought about her. I never cried. But today, I, Senri Shiki, cried. In less than a second, Ichijou was at my side, telling me to stop.

"This isn't right, Shiki. Stop it, stop it..." Ichijou whispered in my ear.

"Shiki, it's not like you... please stop."Ruka's, now caring voice, said from the other side of my desk.

"Shiki..." Kain's voice trailed off from next to Ruka.

"Stop it. Stop it, now..." Aidou said from the other side of me.

The next day...

The door to my office opened to reveal Ruka, again. But this time, Kain was with her. It made sense, it was almost their lunch break. They were probably heading out after whatever they needed with me was done.

"Good afternoon, Shiki." they both said, with a bow.

"Ugh. Don't bow, it makes me feel old." I said with a small smile. "What do you need?"

"But you are head of this company." Ruka said. "We should show you respect." She gave a small smirk. "I came here to let you know that the cover photo shoot for next week is all set."

I nodded my head. "Thanks for the 'okay'"

"But there's one thing." She said. I closed my eyes, of course, nothing was perfect. There was always a catch. "The female model is requesting permission to have her children on set because she knows no one from Japan. If you don't remember, she's Japanese but comes from the USA. California, to be exact."

Oh. "How old are her kids? And how many of them?"

"They're 6 years old. There's two of them. One boy, one girl and they're twins named Risa and Shiri."

My head shot up at the names. I remember telling Rima a while back that if I'd ever have kids, I'd name them those two names. I smiled inwardly and said, "Okay. Tell her she has my okay. What was her name, again?"

"She goes by the name of Rena Takana." she said.

Ruka nodded her head and walked out the door with Kain's hand around her waist. I sighed as I slumped back in my chair.

An hour later...

Ichijou and Aidou invited me for lunch and I accepted. Its been a while since I had lunch with any of them and I decided that this could be a good opportunity to spend some time with them.

At the employee parking lot, I spotted Aidou's Green Cayenne Porsche and walked over to it. Aidou was already in the driver's seat and Ichijou was in the back. I got into the passenger seat and didn't bother putting on my seat belt, like the other two. (A/N: don't follow their bad example! click it or tick it!! D:)

"Aha, its been a while, Shiki." Aidou said as he made his way out the parking lot.

"Yeah... Sorry guys." I said guiltily. "It's just things happen and..." His voice drifted.

"Its okay, man." They grinned at me. Ah... Spending time with the guys again.

I thought everything fell into place right then and there. But then soon, I realized, that even if it felt complete, to have friends with me again... There was still one part of me... that wasn't.

That part was my heart.

One Week Later...

I arrived at the cover photo shoot hours before it started and everyone was running around the place, acting as if it was the end of the world. There was a makeup lady running to a girl who was really ugly, a camera man fixing his camera, some paparazzi... Ahh...

I spotted Ruka and waved at her as she was walking towards me. Like always, a clipboard was like, glued to her hands. "Good morning, Shiki. You didn't have to come, you know that."

"Morning." I mumbled. "I just came for the hell of it. There was nothing to do. How's things going?"

'Well, the female model is already here, and she's all ready. It's amazing, she's so cooperative and kind. Well, from what I've heard. I haven't met her though..." Ruka said. "But the male model has not come in yet. He was supposed to arriv-" She was cut off by her cell phone ringing.

I heard a man's voice on the other end. But the voice wasn't Kain's...

"But Mr. Takada!" she sneered. I raised my eyebrow. Then she groaned and hung up. "The male model has come down with a cold and isn't able to make it. Stupid bitch." she cursed as someone walked by and stared at her in surprise. Now, it was so like Ruka to be bitchy and curse and such, but she was never like this while she was working.

"Professional, Ruka." I teased her, then she grinned. She walked away and took care of some business.

I walked over to the food stand with my hands in my pockets and looked over the many sweets. There were a few people grabbing things, but there were two people whom caught my eye. Well, they were quite loud, arguing over something.

"Risa! Don't eat that one! That's mineee." a male voice said.

"Gah, Shiro, share, share." a female's voice said. I could see the back of their heads, they were red heads, kinda. It was the same as my hair color. And they were young, maybe around seven or eight. I chuckled and turned away. I thought about going to meet that female model Ruka was talking about. I made my way to the small stand in which they were doing makeup. In a chair, sat a woman looking through a magazine. And she was by herself. This would probably be the best time to introduce myself.

For a few seconds, I overlooked her back side. She was petite, skinny, but not to much. And her hair was a golden blond... Ah, that shade was my favorite color in the world.

... Wait, what? Anyways...

I walked up to the woman and asked, "Excuse me, miss?"

She turned around to look at me, her soft voice ringing in my head, "Yes?"

My heart skipped a beat. Maybe even two. But when I saw her face... There were no words to describe the moment.

But all I could think was, 'I found her! She's right here! I found my Rima!'

I was sure it was her. No one else had that same beautifully angelic face as hers.

"Rima!?" I finally managed to choke out.

"Sh-shiki..." she said softly, then her eyes widened. Then she got up from her chair and ran up to hug me. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and almost instinctively, I wrapped my arms around her waist as she buried her head in my chest. I listened to her soft sobs, probably ruining her makeup. But I've seen Rima without makeup, and she looked just as beautiful.

Never in my life... have I felt this complete.

"Hi Mommy! Who's this guy!?" the same, young female voice from the snack table asked. Then I heard a small giggle come from the male voice.

Mom? Wait, what?

We pulled away at the same time, both looking at the kids. At that moment, my eyes widened in shock.

Their red hair, light blue eyes, and pale complexion.

Hell just broke loose...

Because there was a little girl who looked exactly like me.

And she had a twin brother.