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Summary: From seeing the relationship between her parents, Rima did not believe of the word 'love'. She didn't want to get hurt by anyone ever again. She didn't want to feel she promised herself to never fall in love. But sometimes love can be unexpected.

Nagi's POV

How long did it freaking take for Kukai to answer his damn phone? I sighed as I sat down on my bed waiting anticipatingly for him to pick up. It was important I talk to him. Actually, it didn't really matter who I talk too, but Kukai was the first name that came into my head. I decided from the point I left that classroom yesterday that something had to be done. Whether it was something I do by myself or with the devious help of Kukai Souma. I wanted some kind of justice. It sounds like something really bad has happened. But no, I just want to get my own back on a certain little girl who humiliated me on her very first day. Rima. One word. One name. Devil. You might think that I am being to quick to judge, but your wrong. I thought the same thing yesterday and that was my mistake. I can never trust her, not in a million years. Never. So instead I want to see her humiliated. That's what I call righteous justice. Absolutely perfect. i heard someone coughing as I brought my phone to my ear.

"Kukai?" I asked.

I began to wonder whether he had just answered the phone just then, or, if he was just annoyingly making me wait the whole time. I think the second one was more likely of him.

"Yes, who is calling?" he questioned saying it in a rather posh way.

I rolled my eyes. Really? Did he have to act like this? He didn't understand the calamity of the situation.

"You know who it is. It's Nagi, ok? Stop joking around!" I shouted down the phone.

Kukai made a snorting noise, I could just imagine him trying to supress his laughter. This was becoming quite tiring.

"Sorry, what's got you so worked up?" he said through small snorts.

I just remembered that Kukai had laughed at me yesterday too. No, he actually made it worse. I gritted my teeth, maybe calling this guy was a bad idea.

"Nothing, just shut up. I need your help. I want to get my own back on that new girl, Rima."

Kukai went silent like he was thinking. Which was strange for him, he rarely was silent. Maybe he was thinking of ideas to help me. I felt like maybe I had judged him, but this positive feeling soon disappeared when Kukai opened his mouth once again.

"Ooh, your on a first name basis, hmm?" he teased.

I slapped my forehead. What the hell was he implying? He better shut up, he better shut up now.

"Shut it. If you're not going to help I'll just go ask Daichi or someone," I told him ready to hang up.

"Wait! I didn't say I wouldn't help you," Kukai said as I stopped myself from hanging up on him.

Now he was talking. I nodded as he told me some ideas that I could really make a fool out of her. But none of them were really that amazing. I listened carefully as he came to a very good idea that made me smirk.

"Perfect, Kukai you are genius," I complimented him.

He laughed, "I know. I'm related to Albert Einstein."

"Liar. But thanks anyway," I thanked.

"Anytime, but why are you so interested in this girl? You wouldn't normally be this obsessed," he asked.

I was obsessed? No, not in her. And no way was I interested. She was like an enemy to me. If I was obsessed it would be over the fact that I wanted my revenge. But, there was one thing that made me think. I have never been like this before. If someone had called me something I would have probably laugh it off. But it was the air about her that really pissed me off. And besides, who is she to act like some kind of Queen of Sheba. She needed to learn the world didn't revolve around her. She needed to learn not to mess with me. She was going to find this out and soon.

I hung up on Kukai before he could say anything more. School today would be quite interesting.

Rima's POV

Hell. I'm not dead and I am already there. But the real hell can't be as bad as here. I am much worser off. My mum came to wake me up this morning. She had stopped doing that for a while. It kind of shocked me that she would actually come into my room. That she actually remembered I existed. Her face left me dumbfounded. She had a huge bruise covering most of her face. I knew where it came from. She was biting her lip and her eyes were watery, but she did not cry. Instead she looked at me, a look that sent a cold shiver down my spine. And then she said something which made my whole body become numb. It made everything feel completely pointless. I wish you never were born. No one wants to be told that, especially by their own mum, the mum that gave birth to them. I stared at her my eyes blank and lifeless. My hands were clenched as I found myself shivering uncontrollably. Damn, I was going to cry. But not in front of her. Never in front of this woman. I blinked trying my best to keep the tears back. She stood there looking at me with pure hatred, she didn't even have to say another word to make this clear. She grinded her teeth as she took a step back as a large SMASH followed. My eyes followed to the mess. It used to be a china doll. I had got it once for my birthday, for my parents. I was a little then, I knew nothing. I wish I could go back to those days, they were so easy. Nothing mattered. The china doll was reduced to little pieces but the stunning sky blue eyes were looking at me, still gleaming.

My mother left the room shutting the door so loudly as she left. I stood up slowly reaching out for the pieces of broken china. I touched the hair still feeling it's softness, I reached for the shiny blue eyes as my finger caught on the end of it. I gasped seeing blood appear from my finger. I stepped back as I sucked my finger and opened my door to the house. I needed to get out. Right now. If I didn't I was sure to become suffocated. My mother was in the kitchen smashing plates as she went. My father, I had no idea where he was. And I was glad he was out of my sight. I crept down the stairs as quietly as I could and reached out for the door handle. The door made a creaking sound as I rushed outside slamming the door quite hardly behind me. Then I ran. I ran as fast as my feet could carry me. I didn't look back, nor did I think about where I was going. All I could hear was my frantic heartbeat, so loud and deafening. I thought I was going to run forever. That my feet would never stop.

"Mashiro?"

I stopped immediately as I turned around. That voice sounded familiar. But who was it? I didn't really want to care about who it was. Actually, I'd rather they left me alone. He stood in front of me, his violet hair gently swaying in the breeze. You do not know how disappointed I felt at that point. Out of all people who know me it had to be this crossdresser. I wasn't in the mood for talking to him. I glared at him as I turned around, ready to walk away from him as fast as I could. But he stopped me as he reached out his hand and placed it on my shoulder. He has done that so many times. Dang it, he should learn that I was not falling for him. I didn't care whether he thought of himself as an adonis. I definitely didn't think he was. I took his hand and whacked it away.

"Go away," My voice was slightly cracked, it was obvious I had been crying.

He had this really concerned look on his face that really made me want to barf. I didn't want anybody to known about my household. I promised myself that I'd go to this school and not be pitied. He can't know.

"What's wrong? It looks like you've been crying," he reached his hand out as I whacked it away, again.

He stared at me, trying to figure me out. I know he was desperate to know why I was crying. I felt like screaming out. It was strange how I've been used to so much pity that it's become so tiring. They can't do anything. They can't help me. All they can do is watch me suffer, and feel sorry for me.

"Nothing's wrong!" I shouted at him as I walked away from him.

He smirked a little, still pursuing me. I thought sooner or later that he'd leave me alone. But then I realised that today was a school day, of course we'd be going the same way. Though I didn't know he lived near me. Great, another reason to hate him. I actually have no idea who my neighbours are, but my parents don't really care either. Even though we were going the same way, I didn't like him being behind me. It just made me feel kind of insecure. I stopped turning my head sharply to glare at him. He smiled back, a rather cocky smile. I felt extremely irritated now. He wouldn't follow me if I ran right? Urgh, more running. I was already exasperated from running so fast before. I don't usually like sports, but then it was like an instinct, now the only reason is to get away from purple head. I sort of liked that idea. I started to walk in a steady pace, as my pace quickened and I was now running. I didn't look behind me for a while. I was sure that if he did follow me, he would give up sooner or later. I had ran quite a bit and I was becoming tired and I had a really bad stitch. I stopped clutching onto my stomache.

"He c-can't h-ave follo-wed me..." I wheezed as I turned my head.

He was right next to me, looking at me like I was some kind of freak. He wasn't wheezing at all, he was standing up straight looking all smug.

"Why were you running?" he asked.

That one question made me want to lash out of him. Why was I running he asks? Hmm, such a hard question to answer. Note the sarcasm here!

"Didn't I tell you to go away? And who cares if I was running. I like to run!"

He raised his eyebrows like he didn't believe me, "Really?"

I straightened my back, the stitch disappearing away. He could tell that running was something I didn't really enjoy. Damn. Why won't he just leave me alone?

"No...but that's not important. Why were you running after me?" I questioned.

He smirked, "I find you...interesting."

Interesting, hmm. Well I find him as interesting as a piece of paper. I folded my arms.

"Really, well guess what I think about you?" I asked as he stayed quiet waiting for me to go on, "I find you annoying, gay, stupid, irritating, a hindrance, a crossdresser."

His facial expression went blank. I really wanted to know what was going inside his mind at that moment. The only reason was because I wanted to know how he was reacting to what I really thought about him. I was waiting for him to counter attack me with a come back. But instead he smiled at me, but it was through gritted teeth.

"Why, thank you," he thanked.

It seemed that that was the hardest thing he had done in his life. His pride probably couldn't take it. I bet he was writhing with anger. I snorted, he wasn't let off the hook yet.

"Oh, that's ok. At least you now realise exactly what you are," I smirked.

Now he looked angry, his facade had disappeared and now he was showing his real side. I knew he wouldn't be able to take what I said.

"You're impossible," he snapped.

I shrugged, maybe I was, but that was his problem. He then walked in front of me nudging me slightly as he went his eyes fixed on mine. I smiled back innocently as he rolled his eyes. If this boy wanted to impress me he would have to act like himself. Although, I wasn't really interested in a guy who looks like a girl.

If he could read my mind, I'd probably wouldn't be able to utter another offensive word.

Nagi's POV

"That girl is impossible. The plan is never going to work!" I exclaimed feeling Rima's words already digging theirselves into me.

I never felt more depressed over what a girl has said. Even if I try to act nice and caring, it doesn't work on her. It should, it's worked on a lot of girls. But not her, she's the anomaly. But when I first met her this morning I was kinda shocked.

She was crying.

She didn't want me to know.

My first reaction to this was genuine. I was concerned. But after she reacted in such a rude way my mind started to tick. She didn't want me to know, there must be some reason why. Maybe she's holding a dark secret, something so devastating. This could be my ticket to victory. If only I could gain her trust so she could tell me. Of course it would be extremely hard. I hated her, she hated me. Suddenly deciding to become friends was something completely out of the question in my mind. But this was to see that smirk wiped off her face. Kukai's idea was that I make friends with her, or maybe more, then break her heart. But I had a better idea of how to improve that. I'd have to try exceedingly hard. But how was I going to make her think better than me?

Daichi dug his hands in his pockets, "Are you interested in this girl or something?"

I stared at him like he was mad. Kukai nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, that's what I said. But this guy has too much pride, even if that girl is cute," Kukai and Daichi nodded and looked at me in unity.

Cute? Her? What a ridiculous statement. I felt annoyed that these two would even think that I was interested in her.

"He knows she's cute, but he just won't admit it," Daichi said.

Kukai agreed, "Yup, that's his pride in the way."

"Shut up about my damn pride!"

The two quietened down, but giggled to each other discreetly. I shook my head as my attention was brought to the door. Rima just entered. She seemed to be quite early. After I had sped ahead I didn't really notice where she went. But everyone knows that no one comes here at this time but us. It's a school rule that people had to abide by. Rima looked around the classroom absentmindedly.

"Ah. Is that the girl?" Kairi questioned.

I nodded solemnly.

That was the girl alright.