` Your first love last the longest, makes you feel the strongest and hurts the deepest `

I sat back on the bed, irritation forgotten. His clothes smelt like him and I held them in my arms. This position was familiar to me. It was just like the first time and every time after that. His scent was like Sakura blossoms and pine. The usual smell of pipe smoke was gone. It was proof that this was not completely the guy I remember. What happened?

This thought runs through my mind as I slowly get dressed. I know I will be late for school but that doesn't seem important. I was oblivious when my neighbor, an old woman named Nabuki, asked about my handsome guest in her obnoxiously loud voice. What had happened to Nagihiko?

My daily short cut thought the woods turned into a walk down memory lane. You never forget the first time.

I was six years old. My dad had just taken me to see my first comedy show. The acts were hilarious and I knew that I wanted to do that some day. I had ventured into the woods that had always seemed mysterious to me. The trees were even taller when I was a short preschooler. I was feeling brave and adventurous as I went deeper than I'd ever been before. I stopped at my favourite tree that marked the end of my known world. I climbed up high, higher than I had ever dared. My eyes had widened and my pulse had quickened as I breathed in the scene in front of me.

The forest seemed to go on forever into the horizon. The air was crisp and clear and smelt of wild flowers. That scent confused me for all I saw were trees. My gaze swept across the treetops until I spotted a break not far from where I was. Excitement had sparked every nerve in my body and I felt I would explode with happiness.

I barely remember the descent from the tree or the pain it must have brought. My legs had moved faster than I thought was possible. A clearing revealed itself in front of me and I charged through the remaining low hanging branches.

My already short breath was instantly gone. The field had golden grass that brushed my shoulders. Flowers grew in clumps and random intervals. All the different species made a rainbow of color. Roses, carnations, poppies, daffodils, mint, forget-me-nots, lavender, and jasmine, each flora giving off a unique aroma. I found a soft patch of live grass and just laid there. Minutes turned to hours and the sun was beginning to set when he spoke.

"Where am I?"

Those words led to my life turning upside down.

"You're in my clearing. Who are you?" I had been so annoyed that my secret place had been infiltrated and didn't hesitate around the stranger. When I sat up, I was met with a sight I had wished to not see.

Nagihiko sat in front of me. It was the first time I had ever seen a man naked. I thought he was some kind of alien. I said just that.

"No. I'm a normal nine year old boy." He took in his new surroundings. "At least, I think I am. Where's my mom? Where's the car?"

I couldn't answer. "You better leave before I tell my mama."

He looked at me and I stared back defiantly. I grin lit up his face. "I'm trying. By the way, I'm Nagihiko." He extended his hand over the tall grass.

I touched it with one hesitant and considerably smaller finger. "I'm Rima."

We stood like that until, suddenly, he was gone.

That was the first time for both of us.

The second time was a lot different. So much had been going on. I tried to tell people about the mysterious Nagihiko boy, but no one believed me. They told me to stop lying. That hurt.

I went back to the clearing where Nagihiko was again. But this time, he was crying and refused to talk. I tried to persuade him to come back and be my evidence, but he stubbornly refused.

I had run back through the forest, determined to prove it to them, when I met him. He was a tall man, only a boy really. His dark hair was even darker in the evening shadows and his nose was the only feature I could see. His face could have been pretty. I thought he might be a fairy.

"Hi." His voice was low and he slowly came closer.

"Hi." I smiled and stuck out my hand like Nagihiko had done last time. Maybe Nagihiko had decided to follow me.

"How old are you little girl?" His fingers gripped my wrist in an uncomfortable vice.

"Six and three quarters. Let go, you're hurting me." I twisted my arm to no avail. I only then realized that this man might not be nice.

"You have very pretty hair." The fingers on his other hand wove themselves into my blond curls. This was the last straw. "Help!" I had always had a Rapunzel complex and couldn't stand anyone touching my hair.

The hand jerked from my hair to my mouth and the one around my wrist pulled me closer to the man. "Don't make a sound."

He removed the hand from my face and instantly replaced it with his lips. My first kiss was wet and hungry. It seemed like he was draining his spit glands into my mouth. It seemed the more I struggled, the more passionate he got.

I was splayed on the ground with tears wetting my cheeks when help finally came. Something came into impact with the boy's head, which pushed against mine. The boy went limp and rolled off me.

So many fluids were coming from me that I didn't know which was which. I saw the silhouette of a different boy against the night sky, a boy with long, dark hair.

"Nagihiko." The word was hard to get out and I ended up spitting my front tooth into the dirt. He offered me his hand and I was out.

I woke up to my mother fussing over me in my bedroom. My blood, saliva, and urine stained clothes were in the corner and I was all washed up. Apparently, a young boy with long, dark hair had carried me home unconscious. He left with no explanation when Daddy's back was turned. It was too dark to see his clothes or any other features. Tears were falling from his eyes.

I would later learn that Nagihiko's mother had just died and that the man would never be found.

That was the second time.

"Rima Mashiro!" I snapped my gaze from the window and to my teacher.

"Yes sensei?"

"Please pay attention."

"Yes ma'am."

` All that I'm after is a life full of laughter, as long as I'm laughing with y o u ... `

Authors comments:

Sorry for being so lazy and no updating, it's just being sick and having tests and stuff so this chapter will hopefully make up for it! (P.S I love you WeDidItForTheDead, but you already knew that haha)