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"Alright, pretty boy. What do we have to do first?" Rima asked, checking her nails.

Nagihiko stared at her blankly. 'I said we're brainstorming ideas… Was she not paying attention…' he thought to himself. "Well, Mashiro-san, we've paired up to think of themes for the dance."

Rima looked up at him; he was, after all, a good foot taller than her, even sitting. "Alright," Rima said plainly.

"… Do you have any ideas?"

"Nope."

A vein bulged on Nagihiko's forehead. "You didn't even think."

"I don't have to. You're captain. You should figure it out."

"Someone else might have a better idea than me. It's a democracy after all. My way isn't always right."

Rima stayed silent for a bit and Nagihiko thought he won until…

"So they gave the title "captain" to a creativity-lacking idiot?" Rima said in mock astonishment.

Nagihiko stood up, his chair fell from the force, and he started yelling, "YOU KNOW WHAT?!" Everyone in the room turned and saw their calm captain red-faced and ready to commit homicide.

Rima smirked. She had him right where she wanted him. You must be wondering why Rima was being so difficult. It's not because she hated him. No, of course not. If she hated him for no apparent reason, then Rima wouldn't be that rational girl we all know and lo- er… fear. She was being annoying because she knew everyone had a limit. Pretty boy, as she dubbed him, may be patient but everyone has a limit. Apparently, being called stupid was his. Rima leaned back in her chair, waiting for him to kick her out so she can leave.

Unfortunately for Rima, Nagihiko noticed smugness leaking out of her. 'Oh, so that's the way she's playing. Well, if you want to play, I'll have to show you how it's played.'

"You are absolutely right. I don't know how I got this job. In fact, since you seem so very sure of yourself, I give my job to you. You, Rima Mashiro, are now the captain!" Nagihiko yelled cheerfully. (A/N: How many of you saw this coming?)

Rima twitched. This was not what she wanted.

"As captain, you have to make sure the dance is a complete success," Nagihiko said to her, a smirk making its way onto his face.

"And if I don't?" Rima asked defiantly.

"If you don't, you fail in your class participation and your grade drops two letter grades," Nagihiko answered victoriously.

Rima gaped at him. She could not get a lower grade. Her parents always made sure she was passing. When she was younger, her grades were always A's or B's. But then the fighting started and she couldn't concentrate on school. Her parents stopped helping her and didn't pay attention to her grades. Because of that, she couldn't understand most of the lessons. She wasn't a horrible student but with all the fighting that went on at home, she couldn't get any higher than a C. If she were to drop a couple letter grades, she'd fail then die when her mom found out.

"Problem, Mashiro-san?" Nagihiko asked.

Rima glared at him and said venomously, "Of course not, Fujisaki. But how would the teachers feel if they found out that I, of all people, am the new captain?"

"Well, I believe they'd have no problem with that. After all, participating is about a third of your grade. If you were to fail class participation, then wouldn't you fail completely?" Nagihiko asked innocently.

"Yeah, you're rig- wait, how do you know my grades?" Rima stared at him suspiciously.

Now Nagihiko became nervous. You see, Nagihiko is part of the main Fujisaki family, a rich family of performers, athletes and business people. Naturally, Nagihiko being the only son, his parents wanted him to pick a good bride since he was one day going to lead the Fujisaki family and have an heir or heiress. His parents were reasonable though. He had until he was 18 to pick a suitable bride or they would pick for him. So since he was about 12 years old, he's been checking through student profiles of every girl in the school.

He wrote down names of those he were interested in and skipped over those who he wasn't. He's looked through every female student profile in the student body and there was only one person who he wasn't sure of. Rima Mashiro. She was beautiful, that he can admit, but her grades left something to be desired. The strangest thing though is that her grades went from A's to C's before the year even ended. He couldn't decide whether to write down her name or skip her. But that's not the problem. The problem is now he couldn't decide how to answer her question.

"Your grades?" Nagihiko asked anxiously.

"Yeah, my grades. I'm pretty sure no one but me knows them," Rima deadpanned. She wasn't just pretty sure. She was damn sure that, other than her teachers, only she knew her grades. She didn't tell anyone, not even Amu, because her grades were weaknesses that can be used against her, much like her appearance.

"Er… well, uhmm, I was… uhh… walking by Nikaidou-sensei's office and… uhh… I heard him talking to a teacher about a Mashiro with these horrible grades," Nagihiko said with a slight poker face. He had no emotions on his face but on the inside, he was face-palming. 'Are you kidding me? I'm a world-class actor and I can't even improvise… Shame… I disgrace my family…' Inner Nagi mourned to himself.

Rima's rage swelled up within her again. Normally, she could see this lie from a mile away but, fortunately for Nagihiko, she was already extremely pissed at Nikaidou and was walking on thin ice with him. And right now, the ice just broke, plunging Rima into the freezing depths of ice, cold, vengeful anger.

"I… see…" Rima whispered.

Now Nagihiko was even more nervous. He wasn't quite sure if he would've been better off just telling the truth. "Ehm… So Mashiro-san, are you a-alright with this?" Nagihiko stuttered. He was expecting the worst but instead…

"Yup! It sounds like fun!" Rima exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. Everyone took a few steps back. What was worse, cruel Rima or happy Rima?

"Uhh… Okay then. So what do you think we should do for the dance?"

"Well, everyone likes snow here so maybe we should do a Winter Wonderland of sorts," Rima wondered aloud. "There could be fake snow everywhere and we could set it up like a winter forest filled with icy trees and maybe we can make some sort of frozen lake to ice skate with. It should be cold enough for the water to freeze if we just dig a hole for it."

Everyone was stunned. Their ideas consisted of a white room with music, an air-conditioned room with fairy lights, and a beautiful winter princess who marries the handsome winter prince, Nagihiko (This was Saaya's idea). No one thought anything remotely close to that and the idea was great! Their budget could afford it and it was simple enough to set it up by themselves. It was absolutely genius!

"Wow, Mashiro-san! That's a brilliant idea!" Nagihiko said shocked.

"Well, it happens every now and then," she answered cheerfully.

Everyone took another step back. She was way too happy and she just ignored the blatant insult to her imagination.

"Mashiro-san?" a random boy in the room asked, wanting to test something.

"Yes?" Rima replied with a grin.

"Why are blondes so annoying?" he asked hesitantly.

"It might have something to do with the light color of the hair. Light color, light head," Rima answered. This really freaked out a lot of people since, normally, she would kill you for saying something like that. Most people thought that she had a change of heart. Nagihiko, however, knew she was up to something and high-tailed it out of there. Everyone else just shrugged and ignored the scared, purple-haired teen. Now, they were insulting her to see her reaction.

"You're short!"

"Your hair's too frizzy!"

"You look like a Chucky doll that has make-up!"

For every single one of these calls, Rima just smiled and smiled. Soon, they ran out of ideas and were laughing and giving each other high-fives for their creative insults.

"Are you guys finished?" Rima cheerfully asked.

"Yeah, we had our fun," one of the boys answered. Suddenly, everyone felt a chill. They heard a lock click and turned to Rima.

"Well, I'm glad," she turned around and everyone saw the reason for their deaths. "Because you aren't leaving this classroom until I'm not angry… And I'm pretty angry right now."

The screams could be heard from blocks away and Nagihiko shivered, knowing Rima would come after him as well. But for now, he's safe from the tiny terror.

Yume: And that concludes chapter 4!

Yuki: Rima is so violent…

Yume: Yep. She's a damn good actress too.

Yuki: Ha! Nagihiko's such a wuss, running away.

Yume: Like you haven't done it. *Rolls eyes* We hope you enjoyed the chapter. All reviews are appreciated, even flames!

Disclaimer: I do not own Shugo Chara nor will I ever. I make no money from writing these stories. I own nothing but the plot and a few OCs. Peace out! ^^