Accidentally On Purpose

Thank You for Reading! I will try to update asap but it may be hard. Also, if you have any ideas for the story don't hesitate to tell me! I ALWAYS seem to have writer's block. I also need help with couples. Are you guys an Amuto fan or Tadamu fan? Are you guys a Kutau fan or Kukaiya fan (Idk I'm trying to say Kukai and Yaya)? Don't worry about Rima and Nagi, that's my job ;)

Chapter 2:

Nagihiko's POV

I was getting nervous. I heard Yoshida-san close her phone. There was a moment of silence. I shifted around in my seat hoping this wouldn't take long. I saw the chair move and stared as a familiar looking pair of honey colored eyes met mine. The golden hair and petite figure made my mind crazy. The face was so familiar yet different at the same time. Memories went through my mind, trying to match the face in front of me to a name. I felt her gaze shift as she looked at me. Appraising me. My mind worked fast and an old name that gave me bittersweet feeling crossed my thoughts. And before I could stop my lips, they whispered, "Rima...."

Rima's POV

His eyes lit, like turning on a lighter only for a second until confusion crossed over them. I didn't like this. he looked fine but I didn't like people who were easily confused. I looked once again at his resume and began to think of hard questions to ask him and out of the corner of my ear thought I heard my name escape his lips.

"Rima...." Even though it was just below a whisper, the room being so quiet without anyone talking, I heard it perfectly clear. My eyes shot up, giving him a piercing gaze. No one called me that except my family. "Excuse me?" I asked, my voice icy and cold.

"Gomen." He said. His gaze shifted, appraising me. There was a moment of silence as I looked at him closely. He was different. He didn't have that innocent look that most of my new employes had. He looked experienced and smart. He also didn't look like he was trying to hard to get the job. I liked that. I asked him the first question my mind came up with. "What other experiences do you have with selling?" I half listened as he explained how he worked with a smaller company that fell out of business. His voice was kinda low but not terribly. It made you feel calm and safe. I shrugged that feeling off. I didn't like the way he made me felt, and it was only the first time I had met him. He finished answering the question and I asked him another one. His replies were smooth and well thought out. I smiled a bit to myself. Maybe he was the perfect worker that I needed to be Vice President. I asked more and more questions, getting more difficult and challenging. I smiled to myself as he calmly answered each question. He had a good mind and seemed like an easy going person. I glanced at the clock. It was 4:15. I decided to end this interview. "Thank you for coming, I'll call you sometime this week." I said, trying to seem business like. I stood up and smoothed out my black skirt, getting ready to shake his hand.

"Thank you for your time." He replied and looked at me straight in the eyes. The way he did that made me uncomfortable and I immediately turned my gaze away. I mentally corrected myself, remembering that I held the upper hand here and that he was just another useless slave. Then he asked me a question.

"Are you alright...Rima?" I looked at him again, my icy gaze failing because of the look in his eyes.

"Why are you calling me that?" I asked, I could feel my voice faltering. A look of pain and confusion crossed his face making me feel bad.

"Oh...I'm sorry...you just look like...a person I used to know...." His voice drifted and I could feel a chill as he abruptly left my side and heading through the door out of my office. I was left there alone trying to understand this guy. What was wrong with him? Why was he so calm? And most importantly, Why did he seem so familiar? I stood rooted there until another wave of pain flashed through my mind. My hand went up to my head. I walked to my shelf and took out a bottle of advil. I quickly took two and continued calling more commercial stations, the feeling of confusion and pain he had, haunting me.

Nagihiko's POV

"Why are you calling me that?" The question rang through my head the whole day. I couldn't concentrate on anything. I sat down on the dark blue sofa in the living room of the quite large apartment that I shared with Tadase and Kukai. It was six and I was susposed to be making dinner for them when they arrived. I could imagine Kukai walking in seeing no food on the table all ready to eat. I laughed to myself. I think I would let them oder pizza or chinese tonight. Tonight I had other ideas. I stood up and walked into my room, and went directly to the closet. I rummaged through the boxes of things, until I found what I was looking for. A yearbook of our last year and Seiyo Elementary together. I flipped through pages, laughing at the photos that brought back many memories. I came to 5th grade and looked closely at my two pictures. The one of Nedeshiko and the other of me, Nagihiko. I smiled to myself remembering the time I finally told Amu about my "twin sister".

I have to admit, she was a little freaked out by it and it took some time for her to clam down until she would talk to me again. I remember how Rima stopped me from talking to her and convinced me that I wasn't the one she needed at first. I flipped through another page in the yearbook and ended up where I wanted. My eyes glanced over the page, searching for a very familiar name. Rima Mashiro. I looked at her face. Her gold hair and honey eyes, the way she pouted when someone called her short. I remembered the day she confessed to me and how red her cheeks turned when I asked her to repeat herself. My fingers traced her face and another memory formed in my mind. The time I found out she was leaving. The day right after our first date. I remember getting a phone call from Amu and running to the airport only to find that the plane had already left and I was too late. I flipped more pages and a letter fell out. I looked at the sender's address. A smile formed on my lips as bittersweet memories filled my head. I remember reading the letter and immediately wrote another letter to the sender. It was Rima. Apparently she had moved to the United States in America and was current living there. She wrote to apologize and asked me to write her back.

There started our small steps of romance. It was difficult, I have to admit. We exchanged frequent letters and emails, never really getting to see each other face to face. There were a couple of phone calls on Christmas and Birthdays but that was it. It stopped suddenly. I sent her a couple of letters, asking if she moved or something. She never replied. I accepted it of course, and carried on with my life. There were times when I wished I knew what happened to her and I would spent countless hours thinking about where she was. My eyes shifted back to the picture. She had a small smile on her face, her hair perfectly placed around her shoulders. I thought back to Yoshida-san and thought to myself if it was really true what people said. Did everyone really have a another person that looked exactly like them somewhere else in the world. I quickly closed the book and shoved everything back into the closet. I had heard the door slam shut and didn't want anyone to think that I was still obsessed with her. It was already hard enough to get un-invited to outings with Kukai and Tadase both on my back telling me I should get a girlfriend. I walked out of my room and closed the door quietly, placing all my memories of the day before behind a dark veil.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter!