Impossibly in Love
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Disclaimer: Shugu Chara is owned by Peach-Pit.
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Chapter II: The Memories?
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I walked through the sliding doors while attempting to balance stacks of papers and my laptop, while also attempting to avoid the guy that was currently following me, screaming, "Rima-sama, wait, I'll make it up to you, I swear!"
I ignored him and was hoping, hoping, that somehow, the sliding doors would malfunction and 'accidentally' close on him. They didn't.
I glared behind me as he got desperately closer to me (curse my short legs), and accidentally bumped into somebody.
"Ow…" I mumbled, rubbing my head. I sighed when I noticed all of my papers scattered around me.
"Eh? Rima, why are you…" I glanced up and saw long purple hair and ocher eyes, and raised a single slender eyebrow.
"Oh, it's the gay guy."
He made a face at me. "I have a name, you know."
"Yeah, I know. I just never found it necessary to learn it," I said as I crouched down to pick the papers up.
"You… You…" I looked up to see my fiancé (I forget what number I'm on), pointing a trembling finger at what's-his-face.
"… Um, yes?" he said uncertainly as he gathered a few more papers in his hands and gave them to me.
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"Is she possibly… your… girlfriend? Are you… cheating on me?"
I saw what's-his-name stiffen.
Well. This made things a bit awkward.
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[packages. parents. engagements. marriage.]
After several hours of my fiancé sobbing and giving him therapy, I finally managed to kick him out.
(It would've been earlier, but apparently, a slightly obsessive guy weeping and clutching onto my leg isn't considered 'sexual harassment' to the police.)
Unsteadily, I got up from the floor and tried to balance everything in my hands and at least make it to the elevator.
"Do you need help?" I didn't even need to look up to see who it was.
"No," I sniffed haughtily as I marched towards the stainless steel doors.
(And I may have accidentally thrown a few things at the chuckling guy behind me. But that's beside the matter.)
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[an unexpected visit.]
Ding.
Ding.
DingDingDing—
I felt my eyebrow twitch, annoyed, as I stomped to the door. "Shut up," I snapped as I tapped my foot impatiently.
"Somebody's irritable," he said as he entered leisurely, carrying several bags.
"Is that—?" I asked as I ignored the last comment.
"Yes, yes, Rima, it's your beloved pudding."
I snatched the bags from him and peered inside. Reluctantly, I patted him on the head. "Thanks."
He grinned at me. "I think that's the first time I've ever heard you say thank you. Or, in general, do something nice for me."
"I just patted you on the head," I barked as I walked back over to my laptop, which was whirring loudly.
He smiled, and earnestly said, "Yeah, well, I'm sure it took quite a bit of your pride to do it in the first place."
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"Are you implying something, Nagihiko?"
"…"
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I sat down primly on my couch, glowering at him. "Can you leave now?"
"Ah, wait, I had… a package," he said, tossing it at me.
"… This thing pisses me off even more than you do…" I murmured as I briefly contemplated opening it.
"What is it?" he asked, poking the package curiously. "You always tell me to—"
"Burn it," I eventually decided, disregarding what he just said.
"Wait, but what is it—"
I pushed him towards the door and registered his confused look with a smirk. I shoved the package back into his hands. (Again.)
And then I slammed the door on him. (Again.)
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He stared at the oak door, and sighed.
"Oh, the memories."
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[college. finals. homework. busy.]
I rubbed my temples as I tapped my pencils against the table. "I hate college," I groaned aloud as I buried my head into a nearby pillow. "I really wish elementary school."
Ding.
Ding.
DingDingDing—
I stared at the door as the excessive ringing went on and on and on. I contemplated just ignoring it and continuing (attempting, actually) my homework, but eventually, I shuffled towards the door.
"Yes?" I said, gritting my teeth as I twirled my pencil with my fingers.
"I have another package…" he said as he held up a now disgustingly familiar manila envelope.
"Burn it," I said automatically, but just as I was about to kick the door shut in his face, he pointed.
"… Your computer's smoking," he commented briefly.
I turned and sprinted over to it. "Crap," I hissed, "I didn't get a chance to save the essay."
Nagihiko came over and frowned at the frozen screen. "This is bad. It's overheating, so, as a result, it might show the blue screen of death…"
"… What the heck is that?" I was suspecting that it was some secret geek term.
He ignored me. "We'll have to do a manual shutdown… There's a chance your program might recover the document." He considered the laptop for a moment before holding down the power button. After a moment, the screen went pitch black.
"Phew," he said, relieved. "For now, you should just let it cool."
I blinked. "Uh, sure?"
Nagihiko got up from the couch and wandered towards my kitchen, towards the cabinets, and opened one. And then another, and then another…
"What the— Nagihiko, are you planning on stalking me, or something?"
"Rima… all you have in here is… cup ramen," he said pointing at my cabinets. I tilted my head.
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"Yeah, so?"
"… I see, the lack of any nutritional values is what made you so short…"
"… Hey, Nagihiko."
"Hmm? Wait, Rima, what are you planning to do with that lamp—?"
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[oops, it was an accident.]
Nagihiko rubbed the sore spot, while I watched, unsympathetically, from my side of the couch. He took the cold pack into his hands and carefully put it onto his injured head.
Luckily for me, the program had recovered my essay. Unluckily for me, I was still nowhere close to being done. I paused my typing for a minute, and watched the black line blink, as if it was taunting me. I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes. "I'm getting a headache. I hate writing essays."
I jumped when I felt something land on my lap. "Tylenol?" I questioned as I picked up the bottle.
"It'll help relieve your headache," Nagihiko said simply. "I've been getting them a lot lately as well…"
I took one out and glanced at it suspiciously. "Is this drugged?"
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, it is, and once you fall asleep, I'll kidnap you and sell you off on the black market."
I gave him a dark look as I ate the pill. "So, why have you been getting headaches lately?"
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"… It's because I have to work for a tsundere girl, so I need to take Tylenol to minimize the pain."
I threw the bottle at his head, and amazingly, it actually made contact.
"Eff you."
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[essays. food. television. memories?]
"Hey. Nagihiko, go make me food."
"You're so demanding," he said as he got up from where he was reading on the couch. "I guess it can't be helped though."
He sifted through the cabinets for a moment, and then stopped. "Okay, do you want shrimp cup ramen, spicy cup ramen, beef cup ramen, chicken cup ramen, seafood cup ramen, miso cup ramen, pork cup ramen, turkey cup ramen— Are there seriously this many flavors of cup noodles?"
"I'll have beef," I said as I started typing again, snorting a bit at the statement at the end.
"Alright," he muttered to himself. "By the way, you need to eat vegetables… Do you have any in the refrigerator—" He stopped talking (it was a miracle, really), and then pointed inside of my open fridge.
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"Really, Rima? All you have in here is pudding, and… is this… gag manga?"
"… There wasn't enough room in the closet."
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He smiled at me as I sipped the soup. I narrowed my eyes at him. "What?" I bit out.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, why are you staring at me in a completely creeper-ish way?" I said sardonically, twisting the noodles around my chopsticks.
He shrugged. "I was just thinking… You're a lot different than the typical girl."
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"Are you implying something, Nagihiko?"
"Not really. I was just thinking that you'd be a nice person to stick around with, and have memories with. Is that a bad thing?"
I stopped eating for a minute, and thought about it, staring down at the cup of noodles.
"... Not... necessarily."
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(But maybe that's because a few memories have already been made.)
This chapter. This chapter. This chapter. I dunno what it is. I just really wanted to type it. The ending's a bit awkward, but whatever. This was pretty fun to write...
Holy crap, why are you guys so nice to me? ;_; I do not deserve your kindness. I seriously loved all of my reviews. This was just meant to relieve my writer's block, but I'm starting to really love this story... T_T
(I need to stop doing that.)
Luckily for me, I get out of school next week, so I'll update more... or possibly less, since summer's the season for laziness~! ;D So who knows?
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-Bluey-san