Rima, can I please brush your hair?

I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever.
I'll be there for you
through it all (through it all).
Even if saving you sends me to heaven.

~ Your Guardian Angel - Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

The next morning, Rima woke up, looking around her groggily. 'Huh? Where am I? My room isn't blue.' She thought, and then she remembered what had happened yesterday. Fujisaki now knew that she was abused... She looked on the floor, and saw Nagihiko sleeping on a futon mattress.

She looked for a clock, and found an alarm clock. 9:43, much later than she liked to wake up. But there was no reason why she couldn't sleep in. She had not school, and she didn't have to do anything for her father today. But there were still some things that she wanted to get from her house. Rima made a mental note to ask Nagihiko if she could.

Rima went onto the floor, dragging a blanket with her. She leaned forward, closer to Nagihiko and poked his cheek. He didn't stir, so Rima went ahead and poked him again. He started to open his eyes, so Rima poked Nagihiko one more time, and leaned back.

"Huh?" Nagihiko got up, rubbing his eyes and looking around. "Good morning Rima... wait, Rima? Why are you in my room?"

"Someone's still half asleep. It was your idea, remember?" Rima said monotonously.

"Oh, yeah, it was... did you have a good sleep Rima?" Nagihiko asked, now fully awake.

"Nope. It was terrible, your bed isn't very comfortable."

"What are you talking about? That's one of the best mattresses in the world!" Nagihiko exclaimed. Rima smiled slightly. "Oh... you were being sarcastic... so you had a good sleep?"

"Yes, I did, as much as I hate to admit it, Fujisaki."

"So, on a different topic, would you like to have some breakfast?" Nagihiko asked, standing up in boxers and a white tee shirt. Rima looked down, blushing. "Oh, sorry. It's just what I usually wear..."

"It's fine, I guess. And yes, I would." Rima answered as Nagi pulled on a pair of sweatpants.

"Do you want to go out for breakfast? It's easier than Baaya wondering why I'm making breakfast for two people."

"Fujisaki, in case you forgot, I still have no female clothes I can wear, other than my uniform. Which I refuse to wear." Rima said, standing up and putting the blanket back on Nagihiko's bed.

"Well, you could just borrow some more of mine, and we can go shopping after breakfast." Nagihiko changed his shirt.

"Ugh, your clothes are so ugly though. And all your pants are going to be way too long." Rima complained.

"Well, it's either your uniform, or my clothes. Your choice, sweetheart." Rima though for a moment then answered.

"I'll borrow some of your clothes." Rima said, sitting on the bed.

"I figured you were going to go with that." Nagi answered, smiling. He looked in his dresser, looking for a pair of his old jeans. "Will these jeans do?" He asked, holding up a pair of jeans back from when they were in grade seven.

"I guess. I'll need a shirt too, you know." Rima took the jeans from him.

"Uh... what's your favourite colour?"

"Red." Nagihiko looked around for a few seconds, then pulled out a long sleeved red shirt.

"Here you go. I'll go out in the hallway while you get dressed." Nagihiko exited his room as Rima got changed, and she finished quickly, not wanting anyone to some in - even though she knew no one would.

"I'm finished." Rima said quietly while standing next to the door. Nagihiko came in, and looked her up and down.

"You know, I think you look better in those clothes than I do." Nagi said, nodding, proud of the outfit he came up with. Rima looked at him with a questioning look. She knew what she looked like: the pants were four inches too long, the shirt was too baggy, and she had the sleeves of the shirt rolled up to her elbows.

"Don't try to sweet talk me, Eggplant Head, I know what I look like. But do you have a hairbrush? It's been awhile since I've had a chance to brush my hair."

"Oh, you like brushing your hair too?" Rima nodded. "I do too. Here you go." He held out a hairbrush. "Or would you prefer me to brush your hair for you?"

Rima snatched the brush out of his hands. "I'm perfectly capable of brushing my own hair."

"But Rima, it's more fun when someone brushes your hair for you!"

"No Fujisaki, I will not let you touch my hair! Go brush your own!"

"But your hair is so much prettier, Rima! Please?" Nagi dragged out the word 'please'. Rima shook her head, continuing brushing her own hair. "Can I braid it later on then?"

Rima sighed. "If I agree, will you shut up?" Nagi nodded eagerly. "Then yes, you can braid my hair later on. Is the little crossdresser happy now?" She asked in a baby voice.

"Who're you calling little, Shorty?" Naighiko smirked, brushing his own hair now.

"Don't. Call. Me. Shorty." Rima's eyes were flaming; she did not like being called Shorty.

"Awh, poor muffin, do you not like being called Shorty?" Nagihiko asked in a baby voice, mimicking Rima from earlier.

"Oh, shut up." Rima finished brushing her hair and sat on the bed to fix her pants.

"You know, we could just cut off the bottom of them." Nagi suggested.

"That would make them look so weird though. And hurry up with your hair, you took longer than me."

"Actually Rima, I started after you, you can't use that argument." Nagihiko finished brushing his hair. "Now that I'm finished, would you like to leave, Ms Impatient?"

"Yes I would." Rima stood up. "So, how are we getting out of the house without me being seen?" She asked.

"The window." Nagihiko answered casually, as if it were the most normal thing ever.

"As in jump out of it? I'm not doing that."

"I'll catch you! Besides, we're on the main floor. It's not that much of a drop."

"It's still a drop, Fujisaki! I'm not jumping out of a window!"

The two argued for a good few minutes, until Nagihiko got annoyed and lifted Rima, and jumped out of the window.

"Why did you do that?!" Rima exclaimed once they were on solid ground.

"I got annoyed." Nagihiko shrugged.

Nagihiko arrived at the café, still arguing. Neither could quite remember why they had started arguing though.

"Crossdresser!"

"Blondie!"

"Yeah, I'm blonde, what about it?" Rima said loudly.

"They say blondes are dumb." Nagihiko smirked.

"Well I'm not dumb!"

"Oh really? Then why are you getting C's in every subject?" Nagihiko taunted.

"Shut up, Fujisaki!"

"Shut up, Mashiro!" He mocked, substituting her name for his.

"I SAID SHUT UP!"

"Someone's a bit moody today."

"Just shut up, Nagihiko!" Rima said, actually using his first name. Nagihiko was shocked silent, and had no response. The two walked into the café, and took a seat at a table near the counter.

A waitress dressed in a black skirt and a simple white shirt came over to their table. "Hello, what can I get you two today?" She asked cheerily.

"I'll have a grilled cheese and a glass of orange juice, please." Rima answered. She kicked Nagihiko under the table, who still hadn't said anything.

"Oh! I'll have the same as Rima." He answered, going back to his thoughts.

"Okay!" The waitress walked away, leaving Nagihiko and Rima in an awkward silence.

"So, why'd you call me Nagihiko?" Nagi asked, curious.

"Slip of the tongue." Rima answered simply. Nagihiko sighed, know that he wasn't going to get more of an answer out of her, although he was sure it was more than a slip of the tongue.

"I'm sorry for calling you dumb."

"Thank you. I'm sorry for... whatever I'm supposed to be sorry for." Rima replied. Nagihiko rolled his eyes; of course she wouldn't know what to apologize for.

The waitress came back over with their food, and they finished their food quickly, and then left promptly after paying.

Now was the time that Rima was dreading; shopping.

"How about this, Rima?" Nagihiko asked, holding up a short red dress. Rima snorted at his choice.

"In your dreams, Fujisaki. I do like the colour though." She answered.

"Then how about this?" He held up a long sleeved v-neck shirt that was the same colour.

"I like it. Can we buy it?" Nagihiko nodded, adding it to their basket, which also contained a few other shirts, and two pairs of jeans.

"Okay, Fujisaki, can you pay for that while I go to another store?" She asked.

"Yeah, but why are you going ahead without me?" Nagi asked.

"Er... I need to buy underwear." She stated bluntly. Nagihiko blushed, and took out his wallet.

"Oh, well uh, here's twenty dollars."

"Thanks." And Rima went off, as Nagihiko stood in line, waiting to pay for Rima's items.

Twenty minutes later, Nagihiko and Rima met each other outside of a shop, carrying three bags each. "I'm sorry for making you pay that much." Rima said, frowning as she looked at the six bags.

"It's fine Rima, I told you that it was no problem." Nagihiko answered. he then saw someone coming out of a store further up the mall that looked oddly familiar. 'Who is it? It's on the tip of my tongue.' He thought. And then it clicked; that was Rima's father.

Thinking quickly, Nagihiko grabbed Rima's wrist and dragged her into the make up shop. "What are you doing, Fuji-" Nagihiko put his hand over her mouth, in an attempt to make her be quiet.

Two minutes passed, and Rima's father walked past the make up shop, making Rima's eyes widen. She gently removed Nagihiko's hand from her mouth. "Is that why you dragged me in here?" She whispered.

"Yeah, I don't want him to see you." He replied softly. "Now shall we go?" Nagihiko asked, pointing to the right, where Rima's father wasn't going to be. Rima nodded, and the two walked out of the make up shop, still shocked at how close that had been.

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"Oh, well I suppose I can." Nagihiko drawled. "But onto another topic; would you like some breakfast?"

"I suppose. Do you have any orange juice?"

"Sadly, no. Mother doesn't like having anything but water and milk to drink in the house.

"WHAT? WHAT SORT OF HOME DOESN'T HAVE ORANGE JUICE?! HOW DO YOU SURVIVE?"

"Uh... I could see if we could just go out for breakfast. Or we could buy orange juice. Would you like that Rima?" Rima mumbled an answer. "Sorry, didn't catch that." Nagi said.

"I said, go buy me orange juice!"

"O-okay! Calm down Rima!"

I figured it would be too random in the story, but I loved it too much to not put in somewhere. So I made it a deleted scene.

I'm going away this weekend, and I probably won't have time to write, and even if I do, I don't know if I'll be able to upload it. So don't expect an update until Monday or Tuesday.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Shugo Chara!