You'll be my writer, can you decide the words I say? `

Rima's POV

We sat with our eyes locked. To him, we were strangers. To me, we were childhood friends. Who was right? Even with all this confusion, an undeniable spark had ignited between us. My body yearned for his gentle touch and my ears ached for his lulling voice. "So you really don't remember me?" My voice was softer and less confident than I had intended. I knew I should try to be gentle, but it was baffling to even try and comprehend that a boy I had trusted my heart with was so different, so naïve.

"I'm sorry. I wish I could, but it is impossible." His sad face morphed into one of mischief. "I would certainly remember a face as beautiful as yours." Despite the many times he has said such things to me, I still blushed. "Can you tell me about what I've missed?" I shook my head and tutted mockingly. "The rule is that you mustn't tell about the future." I smiled playfully. I knew that if he pushed, I wouldn't be able to resist telling him about our juvenile past. "Alright then. Let's pretend that we're meeting for the first time. A typical first date." He smiles a genuine smile and takes the drying towel from my hands. I stuck my hand out and he clasped it in his own. "Rima Mashiro, age sixteen. How do you do?"

He raised his eyebrows in a gesture that portrayed his amusement. "I am Nagihiko Fujisaki, age nineteen in this era. I enjoy candlelit dinners and long walks on the beach." He said the last part sarcastically and I had to giggle. He made me feel like the child I once was. "Nice to meet you." We stood there, hands intertwined and mouths. daring to see who'd break out in smiles first.

"Are you sure your roommates will agree with you staying at a stranger's apartment?" He
quirked one, dark eyebrow.

I shrugged. "They won't ask for specifics." I rolled my eyes. "And please don't make me sound like such a harlot." He smirked a bit. "I can't make you into something you're not." A yawn escaped my mouth before I could reply. Nagihiko echoed the action. "Maybe we should get some rest?" He acted as if he needed my approval. It was such a change of pace from previous visits where I would just follow his lead.

I nodded dumbly. He took my hand and led me into his neat room. His bed was average with enough room for three people to squish in. My guide looked around as if the sleeping arrangement didn't occur to him. "I could sleep on the floor or we could share the bed…" He trailed off and I had a good guess as to where his pubescent mind was going.

I shook my head vigorously. "We can share the bed. But," I specified so as not to get his hopes up, " we sleep on separate sides and no adult activity will occur. I may be of legal age, but I am still a good catholic girl."

Nagihiko just smiled with obvious amusement and crawled on to his side, jeans and all. I look down at my bedraggled uniform and attempted to find a solution.

The bed creaked and I looked up to find my bed partner reaching under the piece of furniture and producing a relatively clean over sized shirt. I retreated into the bathroom and stripped my uniform. The under-shorts stayed on and I drew the white shirt over my head. It reached about mid- thigh on me and I felt very exposed.

My face carried a pink tinge as I exited the bathroom and crawled in next to him. I turned on my side, facing away from him, and closed my tired eyes. A light touch on my bare arm elicited a jump from me.

"Shh." A voice soothed. "I'm sorry Rima. I didn't mean to scare you." I turned to face him. "I promise that I won't make any untoward moves on you." I settled into the soft blankets. The words "I trust you" Came out of my mouth
as I drifted off to sleep.

I awoke to bright, natural light in the morning. Dust motes swirled in the sunlight that seeped through the uncurtained windows. I was content in the warmth of the bed and knowing that I was safe in Nagihiko's arms.

Wait… Why was his arm on me? My sleepy eyes cleared to see my bedmates arm draped over my exposed stomach. He was splayed haphazardly across the bed and looked quite adorable. We must have moved closer in our sleep.

I gently removed his arm and stood up. My pajamas were in disarray and I straightened them. Growling noises came from my stomach, so I began the journey from the bedroom into the kitchen. A search through his mismatched cupboards turned up a packet of hot chocolate mix. I heated up water in a mostly clean cup and sipped the drink gratefully.

Nagihiko still wasn't awake. I gazed lovingly at his sleeping form. What were his dreams like? Would he remember more today?

The bathroom was my next destination. I did my best at fixing my hair and stared into the mirror. My dark yellow eyes stared back at me. Everyone called them pretty and compared them to melted honey but I never understood what the fuss was all about. The same goes for my hair. It was blonde just like so many other humans'.

I opened the cabinet, looking for mouthwash or something. What I wasn't expecting was all the feminine hygiene products. So much of this stuff was obviously not Nagihiko's, unless he had a secret crossdressing hobby.

I exited the bathroom to ask him to explain. But I was presented with an empty bed and a pile of even emptier clothes...

My mirror is broken, when I l look at myself, I only get your reflection `

Author comments:

This chapter transcends time itself doesn't it? This bountiful chapter is a thing of beauty isn't it? It was writen by my very talented partner WeDidItForTheDead. She's truly amazing. I, myself (Forgive-Forget-Princess) merely write the quotes like our meetings are only compared to an oil rainbow, beautiful...a beautiful accident ` and edit grammar mistakes and minor things. (: For this chapter anyways, we always swtich who writes what, so next chapter will be written by me. Anyhow we really do look forward to reviews and feedback and school is in the way so forgive us for mistakes and others. We hope you enjoy or even 'favourite' this story, because we love it :P

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