Title: Colors
Rating: K+
Genre: Romance
Words: 800
Summary: Rimahiko. Their love is fated, their love is eternal. Their love has faced so many difficulties and happy moments. Emotions are weaved through their memories like colors in a rainbow. Forever.
A/N: To all the people reviewing; thank you. You guys take your time to leave a message even though most of you fear me and my reviews. This chapter is dedicated to everyone who ever had to summon their courage to get further… I'm not getting philosophical, I swear. This was rushed (written in 10 minutes) so feel free to point out any spelling and grammar mistakes.
red; anger, determination, courage, desire
His hands were clenched around the crumbled paper; eyes looking fierce and his whole body emanating a killer aura.
He wasn't too happy. No, he wasn't happy at all.
Of course he held his calm. He stood tall and proud, a vibrant smile plastered on his face like the acts he had to practice day after day, his steps were taken carefully and if somebody would ask, he would be able to eloquently state his answer without losing his cool.
He was a Fujisaki. A family renowned for being stoic; for being traditional.
Why was he this angry, you may ask?
It was because of the Queen. Not literal, of course; he meant the petite girl with her long, wavy hair that had taken his place after he 'left'.
What did she do wrong?
Well, it wasn't completely her fault. She didn't know about his little crush on her. She didn't know how he would wake up completely sweaty at night because he dreamt about losing her. She didn't know anything, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to keep it that way.
Surely, telling her would lift the weight on his shoulders, but how would she react to the confession? Maybe she'd sarcastically laugh at him; as if he made a joke. Or maybe she would incredulously stare at his face for minutes, before shaking it off and walking away. But maybe she would accept him?
He snorted (inwardly, he had his image) at the thought. As if she would accept him. It didn't look like she would say that at all, he noticed, as she talked comfortably with the King's chair.
Of course Tadase was one of his best friends, he trusted the boy and would do everything for him. But did that really mean he could allow the two to fall in love?
They fit together, he thought, as he saw his friend leaning against the large, roman-styled pillars of the school. The blonde next to him was nervously ticking her hand against the bag she carried with her. He knew she was anxious - he had noted that fact of her years ago, when they were still in elementary.
The boy was carrying his usual far-too-flashy smile; a smile that had conquered so many hearts, that had even broken the same amount. Sympathetic at times, even slightly mendacious certain moments. But at this moment it was a simple, honest smile that seemingly caused the faintest tint of rouge to cover her cheeks.
Was he seeing things? Was he taking the crush too far? Maybe it started to border on the verge of obsession. He couldn't help it, he knew, he wanted her, he wanted her so much that he would do absolutely anything to get her. Even snatch her away from his best friend if that was necessary.
"Nagihiko?" He turned around, still in a daze of twisted thoughts and uncertainness. The girl that was standing next to him was grinning, friendly, but also slightly teasingly.
"Amu." He acknowledged with a nod as he hugged the pink-headed girl tightly. She giggled in the embrace and pushed against his chest to get away.
"You'll get her jealous," she answered, it was only a faint whisper and before his tired brains could process what she said she was already gone.
"She should stop spending so much time with Ikuto…" he muttered, shaking his head before shifting his gaze to his love interest again.
Their positions had changed; she had pulled her hair up in a bun as she pouted her lips, saying something that had the King laughing loudly. The blond boy had touched her shoulders in reply, before leaning in closer and mumbling something in her ear that had her smacking his arm away.
Wondering what was happening, he didn't notice how the blonde had moved towards him.
"Fujisaki," she said coldly. And he could swear there was something in her eyes as she said his name.
Goody, he was starting to hallucinate too.
"Yes, Rima-chan?" Even though he was the one speaking, he could feel his cheeks burning up. Luckily for him it was simply his brain acting up. Well, maybe not that good for him. Still better than it actually happening, however.
"Do you like me?" Ah, straight-forward Rima. He could feel his head shaking in disbelief and his hands had dropped the papers to fumble around with the uniform.
"What?" he stuttered. She looked bored as she repeated her question.
Deciding to man-up, and act like a Fujisaki should do, he nodded and squeaked out a 'yes'… Maybe not so manly, but hey, who could blame him?
"Finally," she said, before looking away. "I kind of like you too." Barely audible came out her last phrase, but it had him grinning from ear to ear.
"Repeat that, please?" he asked, pleased with the outcome of the situation. She glared in response before walking away, her hand extended backwards.
He chuckled and grabbed her hand, feeling how it shook. Her blonde tressels almost flew in his face as he tried to keep up with the short girl; but he didn't mind.
He had her now, that was the only thing that mattered.
red; summoning up the courage to get what you desire.