Chapter four: body

You know that feeling when you're with someone, and somehow you can feel that certain someone is pissed or something? Yes, well, at this very moment, Rima is making me feel that way. I mean, just by looking at her you can already tell she's about to let hell lose; her mouth's in an unusually tight pout, her eyes a little narrower than usual, and her puffed cheeks rounder with compressed tension due perhaps to high blood pressure. Even while she's chewing on that meal I made especially for her she still looks aggravated on something.

Of course, I didn't let that break my cool.

I tried talking about stuff, things a boy and a girl would usually find themselves a common ground on; t.v., latest movies, newly open bakeshops and places she would want us to go to during summer break. Speaking of which, I was so glad when she said her family's not going anywhere during the break; meaning we'll have more sweet time to our sweet selves and I can be all sweet and lovey dovey with her and... ahem...

"I've saved enough money for us travel around Japan four times, and although I know you're already filthy rich, I still want this to be a summer on me... Rima,"

"Hm?" she made a sound confirming that she heard me, but she didn't even bother looking at me, let alone tilt her head to my direction since often times, whenever I would call her out of the blue and it just so happens to be the two of us, what would follow is a small kiss on her cheek.

The normal thing to do is ask her directly, what seems to be the problem. But beyond the borders of normality lies my dual existence as a boy and as a girl, and the fairy like existence of our beloved shugo charas. Needless to say, I'm not completely familiar with what this world would usually consider normal. So instead of asking, I did the one thing I know would annoy her, and hopefully make her talk.

I slowly lift the strands of hair covering the entrance of her left ear, inhaled a good amount of air, but before I could blow on her...

"Don't even think about it, Fujisaki. I'm in no mood for this." she said coldly.

"Obviously," I said, somehow disappointed that my approach already failed before it could even begin in the first place, "mind telling me why?"

"..."

When I become the president of the world, I'm going to declare, 'Cuteness is a crime, because it prevents politicians like us from thinking straight! Arrest those cute girls, arrest them!' First on the list; Rima Mashiro. I mean, it's so unfair! I couldn't even get mad at her for ignoring me. She just sits there, uncooperative, and being her lovely self, the annoying part here is that I don't even mind if she does nothing, so long as I can look at her! Darn it, this is criminal.

But setting that aside, when a girl's in trouble, it's natural inclination for a boy to try and cook up something to, if not directly help the girl, at least make her smile.

"Ok, the way I see it, I have two choices. One, I can just happily stare at you while you swim in your own bitterness, or two, I can harass you, do all kind of things on you till you ease this worry of mine and tell me what's going on."

"Will you really go with choice number two?" she said, and at last I manage to pull that lip upwards, albeit just a little.

"I might be brave enough to do so... but hey, if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. Like I said, I really am worried about you." I said with a kind smile.

When she didn't react to that, I just let it drop. At least now I know it's not me causing her to be this gloomy. Maybe it's a girl thing. Perhaps picking a fight with a friend? Or doing something bad by accident? Issues went to and fro my mind, but nothing seems to befit Rima's nature.

She must've read my busy thoughts, for she suddenly grasped my sleeve. She does this whenever she knows she's being difficult, but doesn't want to be left alone. Even Rima is aware of her own spoiled nature, and sometimes she's also ashamed of it. I don't mind though; having someone relying on me, I don't mind it at all. My hand took that tough clutch, and held her tight. I raised it to my lips and kissed the tender fingers of this beautiful juggler. I stared at her unhappy eyes, till I manage even the smallest of brightness from them. She scooted closer to me, and rested her head on my shoulder, after which a prevailing silence ensued.

"Nagi," she suddenly spoke, "am I attractive?"

The question was so sudden I didn't find the exact words to fill my intended answer. But I didn't want to prolong her wait; she might think I'm being my biased self again.

"Of course you are."

"Liar." Although her voice was soft, the word resounded like thunder in my head.

"...eh?"

"You said it yourself, I'm short, I'm clumsy, I'm no good in the kitchen, and I'm always wearing this cold look sending people away." She suddenly stood up and turned her back on me. I was still having trouble putting all the pieces of this strange behavior to come up with a logical conclusion, when she faced me again, this time no longer holding back the an emotion of anger.

"What are you talking about? You know I said those in jest." I said, standing up and walking towards her.

"But they're true, aren't they? Look at me, I'm so small! The only thing that makes me look like a 5th grader is my hair. And look at these?"

She held on to it like it was just a pair of fruits, and for a girl doing that to herself any boy will surely experience massive blood lost from nose bleed. Well, I kept my composure and outward focus, but I would be lying if I wasn't turned on by that frustrated manner with which she was mashing her chest.

"...erm..." I stammered, but she cut me off quickly.

"Who could possibly want a body like this? I mean, a pedophile would go running towards me anytime, but would a decent, dreaming guy want this? I don't think so!"

"Rima..."

"...and, there are others, more beautiful than I am..." the mood turned from tense and aggressive to meek and, frankly speaking, awkward. But the sight of her, with the sudden gathering of tears on her eyes, it pained me a lot.

"C'mon, what are you saying..."

"I...I'm not... I'm not a very satisfying girl, am I, Nagi? I mean, who want to would want to..."

"That's not true, Rima!"

"You're just saying that because I'm your girlfriend, and you want me to feel good about myself, but the truth is that I'm hideous! I'm just a little girl, I'll always be a little girl to everyone, and never a woman! I can never give my man happiness!"

Her words were shaking with her form from the unusual outburst. Perhaps hanging around Amu and Utau wasn't always a good thing. I recalled how, on the outset, I caught senior Kukai staring absentmindedly at Utau-nesan's, erm... breast, which have quite developed if I may say so myself. Even Amu at her age has shown impressive progress. Apparently, those observations weren't mine alone. Rima has obviously been paying close attention, and it dawned on me the insecurity she must've felt.

She must've felt like she was being left out.

"I'm sorry, Nagi, I'm sorry!"

"Is that really what you think?"

"Huh?"

A strange, fierce energy suddenly built up inside of me, something I couldn't explain. It wasn't anger, but somehow the heat it was making was the same; like a passionate craving, or an intense desire to do something. Perhaps my eyes showed such expression, because Rima looked at me surprised. Seeing as her sobbing had stopped, I stomped towards her and suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"Come with me."

"Ah!"

I knew I wasn't hurting her by my manner of pulling, but deep inside I sort of felt like wanting to make her feel even the littlest of pain; like a parent seeing a carelessness of its child, and then feeling the need to punish such child but at the same time not wanting to inflict too much hurt... I guess that's what I was feeling. Who knows... well, I did drag her off beside a big tree tree, somewhere few people would suspect even as they pass by, and made her sit on the ground.

"Nagi, what are we- mpf!"

I cut her off with a sudden, stolen kiss, something to shut her up and at the same time tell her I meant business. My face held such a message, for after we parted she was dumbstruck with a look I could hardly recognize on her. Nevertheless, I pulled her there for a good reason.

"Take off your clothes, Rima."

"What? No!" she said, withdrawing from me.

"Take it off, and show me that hideous body that you say will never make your man happy!"

"But, Nagi... I..."

I would've kissed her again since she wasn't cooperating, but I felt that repeating a tactic makes it lose its charm, so instead I pulled a few strands of her hair and sniffed at it right before her eyes. Indeed she was charmed... man I'm good! Anyway, I didn't want to make her think I was just making fun of her, so as I let the strands slip my hand; I looked at her with the most loving facial expression I could muster from my heart.

"Please..." I whispered, crawling towards her.

Her embarrassment didn't show this time, as she moved towards me, her forehead almost landing on my shoulder.

"Everything?" She asked, also in a whisper. The feeling of her warm breath penetrating my school uniform and touching my skin made my heart skip.

"Everything..." I answered.

Our eyes met as the mode made a dramatic shift. I could see a solemn content in her golden eyes; sadness and defeat blending in a serene sparkle that's making me want to hold her tight. The confusion in them was also apparent, but more so was the willingness with which she was giving herself to me. Such angelic features; all of a sudden I felt so sorry for her for being my girlfriend.

"...Nagi..." she whispered my name, and it was enough to make me understand, I should help her out, considering how her body responded with her upset condition.

"Bottom first?" I asked, and she gave a meek nod.

I untied the laces of her shoes and pulled down, first the right, then the left, and tossed the pair on one side. Her feet were warm, as I placed my palm on her sole, preparing to remove her socks next. But she gave me a motion of disapproval with her head. Perhaps she felt cold. Regardless, I was already asking for too much, so I left it on.

Next was the most delicate fabric of her clothing. The thought of proceeding with such a reprehensible act made me want to refrain, but we've already taken the first step. Besides, I have no intention of letting her go on with her days being consumed with such insecurity about herself. So I carefully leaned my face closer towards her, my body entering the middle of her knees as she supports her upper body with her arms. The bashful expression she gave me was so adorable, but it did not display the stubborn girl I fell in love with.

Reluctantly my hands traveled up her skirt, but I made sure I was not making any skin contact. My attention was both on the act and on the blushing princess before me, who was in complete self giving. Should she make the smallest indication of refusal I will immediately stop. Her skin; I could feel its warmth even without touching it, and I could somehow gauge the softness of it just by reminiscing the moments when I have actually touched her.

My hands finally reached the gentle fabric and she still hasn't given me any violent reaction. But as I attempted my first tug, she suddenly yelped, her hands following to cover her mouth out of sheer surprise. I mumbled some words of concern, but she just closed her eyes and shook her head, permitting me to continue, and so I did. The garter did not make it difficult to accomplish the task, but I made sure not to break the fragile piece. I took a few motions back to pull it down completely. Once her legs have exited the hems, I proceeded to unclasp the belt holding up her skirt and pulled the same, regretting the part where I ignored her gasp because of the cold and completely exposing her. She quickly clasped her knees and squeezed her thighs, and the range of her embarrassment drastically grew. But I wasn't finished. Now that the most sensitive part has been accomplished, time for the main task. Her undershirt was long enough for her to pull it down and conceal what should've been revealed.

I could imagine her difficulty, but I guaranteed her with a loving smile and a supple kiss that this was for her.

Again I scooted towards her and began undoing her uniform. She did her part, untying the ribbon and pulling down the long sleeved top. It occurred to me girls always wear an extra layer of clothing compared to boys. I think there was like two layers before I manage to behold her on her tank top. It would've been enough, for she was using that final cover to protect the most subtle part of her. I would've stopped, but slowly she raised her arms, closed her eyes, and turned her face away from where she thought mine was looking. I couldn't help but smile; it was more than permission, it was an invitation.

I took the hem on her waist and slowly pulled it up. With that, Rima has now given herself fully to me, and by my ancestors' grave I have never seen anything so beautiful.

"My God..." was all my wordless self could whisper, for the sight of her literally took my breath away, and almost made my eyes drop, as so did my jaw. Her eyes have opened, but she was still shying away from me, her head laid on her shoulder as if wanting to hide. She gave a small space between her legs now, allowing me to see the totality of her. Her skin is completely flawless and if I thought so before, this time I am certain; not a single trace of imperfection.

Her chest have not developed, yet even in the purity of the air by which I was breathing as I gaze at her I could already mark the promise of a proud bosom. A premature curve and its careful arching with her inhalation indicates this, and I would be lying if I say I did not made my mouth water for some reason. But my eyes did not find its feast on her breasts alone, lower still showed a figure of a finely made lady, the contour made by her belly and her waistline was alluring. Her legs were as pale as the rest of her body, yet compared to how I imagined it there were more muscles, seemed healthier and from the front angle from which I was looking it looked more luscious. Between them was her fragile flower, untouched, well kept, hairless and there is nothing more to say about it without violating the rating of this story. Needless to say Rima was no longer just a cute little girl. Puberty is just around the corner, if she hasn't reached it yet, and I could definitely vouch that adulthood is not far behind. Suddenly my heart was beating with excitement... but more than that, I was beating with happiness. This girl trusted me so.

"I feel sorry for you... for having me... as your girlfriend... for falling in love with me." She began, her voice shaking with tears.

I could not even begin how reversed such statement is. This girl, how could I tell how much she means to me? How much she supplies my daily reason to live? How much she makes me look forward to a bright future filled with colorful challenges and grand dreams? How indeed... I moved towards her again and made one last look at her, from head to foot, before cupping her chin and forcing her tear-stricken face to look at me.

"Rima, look into my eyes... look at them carefully and tell me I am not attracted to you. Tell me what you see in them is not happiness but disgust. And tell me I am lying when I say..." I trailed off, letting a finger glaze her skin from her shoulder down to her hand.

"...Rima, you are the most beautiful girl in the world; no one else will compare to what I see now. And some day, I will become a man worthy of giving you happiness, worthy of this beautiful body, worthy of you. That day will come, I promise you, but right now..." I lifted her hand and again gave her small fingers a kiss.

"...let me be the boy by your side, a happy boyfriend, if you may put it. And let this boy be a knight for you, my princess."

As we look at each other, it felt like our eyes were dancing. At last that sad glitter caused by tears of incompleteness has been replaced by the content sparkle of a girl with dreams, a sparkle that suits her more than insecurity. Prideful Rima is what Rima Mashiro really is. Maybe it just took her former rival to beauty to make her realize that. Although I've managed to change her outlook, I still couldn't prevent her from crying as she suddenly embraced me. At least they were tears of joy now.

"Can I kiss you?" I asked under a top full of hair. Of course she wouldn't refuse. After three minutes of letting her dominate me, I felt the mood swing to a more familiar air between us.

"Can I kiss other parts of you?" I asked, and although it was a just a joke my heart will still clinging on that ridiculous hope that she will give her consent. Well, I received a thunderous slap from her instead.

"Ow, what was that for?"

"For pushing your luck." She said, and I happily concluded that my queen have really returned to me, only this time, she brought with her a secret weapon from hell. "Now hurry and dress me up."

"Yes, my lady... but for what it's worth, I think you were really sexy being shy and all that. Did you do that on purpose, or were you just, OW!" she cut me short with another slap.

I felt like a slave dressing her up without her slightest cooperation. Well, it was my request anyway, so why should it matter? Once she was completely dressed, we picked up our stuff and headed back to that once again neglected class.

Our usual walk would normally consist of her being closed to me, our hands brushing every so often, but it never really dawned on either of us the idea of holding hands. All of a sudden though, while she was talking about the places she wanted to visit during the summer, she took my free hand and we absentmindedly began swaying them. That's not what surprised me, though. The thought of not even considering that act, as if it was meant to happen; that's what surprised me. Oh well...

"You know?" I began when she suddenly gained comfort in the silence of the moment, "I suddenly regret something?" I put on a face of someone who really has let a chance slip, and with a refreshed Rima Mashiro, even her acting-sensitive perception could not tell I was faking it.

"About what?" she asked. how I wish I could manipulate her like this, especially with the excessive cuteness of her.

"I should've taken the chance and just grab your breast. I felt it wanted some warm company and... OW! Alright, alright, I get it, I'll stop with the perv talk. Geez, your slap is getting stronger everytime it hits me!"

"It's not for the perv talk."

"Huh?"

With her body suddenly clinging on to me, I got a full doze of her wonderful scent, something I completely missed when my sense of sight was doing all the work.

"Next time, don't hesitate."

End of chapter 4

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